Chapter 722： 1 Journeyman

The snow finally melted, don't have any interest in the future of spring.

It was seven days in a blink of an eye. The water diversions in the mansion and the Izumi-style ministry covered up a lot of anxiety, pretending to be peaceful and chatting with the maid, standing at the entrance of the cloister and looking inside, just asking: "What is Yamada doing?"

"Master Yamada, writes a book in the study every day, using the paper signatures obtained last time at the Prince's Mansion."

"Ah, let's do this first. Let's go and see."

Although it was winter, but the weather became mild, several people entered the corridor, and saw the window of the study opened, and Yamada Shinichi was writing on the premise of several cases.

"It is said that you wrote a collection of poems by Youfu She ..."

"It's very wordy. It doesn't look like a samurai, let alone killing."

The maids whispered, and the Izumi-style part lowered her head secretly, and her gaze fell on him. Although she had become accustomed in the past few days, she was still a little shy and took a long time to wake up.

"Hey, it's been seven days since the Emperor you called."

Pei Ziyun stood up, admiring his post, and said, "The emperor's call will take a few days at most, the short one day, and the elderly three days."

Izumi-style part pinched his fingers, pale face, Xian did not believe what Pei Ziyun said.

But she did not care whether she believed it or not. Pei Ziyun said casually: "If this is false, it will be exposed in a blink of an eye. Do you think I would be so unwise?"

"In addition, I killed an important family member of Yuan Laiguang. Is there something wrong? Will there be no movement these days?"

"Furthermore, I wrote these poems, and it wasn't that I had nothing to do. The emperor would call me because of the poems-or the female officer had already sent them."

"Is it a poem?" Hequan's part froze, and Gouge's eyebrows froze slightly. She slowly turned to the dignified handwriting, sorted out her bun, and looked back at Pei Ziyun with a serious attitude and a little hidden expectation.

"Yamada Jun, are you telling the truth?"

"Please also be considerate of the little girl's situation. She has just been abandoned by her father. If you should cover up more crimes against the thief, you might as well die early and be clear."

"It's true. It was Abe and me who said it the day before yesterday." Pei Ziyun said without hesitation, "Moreover, if you really want to ask a crime, you can just blame me for being oppressed, and you can be basically nothing."

"Is that Abe courtier?" In fact, this is the correct title. Izumi-shibe is somewhat relieved. In a flash, her attitude is much better than before.

"It was rude just now, please allow me to go back and deal with things, now you ..."

"You're going to do yourself a favor, I will write another one." Pei Ziyun knew what she was going to say, and said lightly.

The Izumi-style Ministry breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed his head slightly: "That's good, I immediately ordered to go, so that the people in the house will not affect the interest of Yamada-kun."

With that said, he went out in small steps.

Looking at the back of the Izumi style part, the black hair is very eye-catching, and even the back looks so graceful. Her appearance is said to be better than Qing Shaoyan, and Qing Shaoyan is better than the purple style, but the opposite can be achieved. This is really a bit Intriguing.

Pei Ziyun looked back and chuckled: "Oh, fun!"

After leaving the door, the Izumi style department was immediately greeted by several maids. A female officer came over. Although her figure was weak, she was quite beautiful. Unlike other people, she folded her waist and whispered, "The style department Are you still not determined? "

Seeing that Hequan Shibu was silent, she continued to say, "Yamada has been in the government for seven days. You should send someone to invite someone to arrest Yamada. If you don't go again, not only the Shibu, but also the whole Orange House and The Orange House will be severely accused, and the courtiers will certainly think that it is the Orange House that has colluded with this rebel. "

The Izumi-style ministry looked up at the female officer and looked at the maids. Although they did not speak, their expressions were the same.

The Izumi-style ministry glanced at them, his face paled with anger, and his face sank: "There is something to say about this, so stop, Yamada-kun, I will take care of it myself.

"But Shibuya, Yamada's killings are spread throughout the city. If anyone is found in our house, then ..."

The maids who didn't dare to refute easily usually spoke one after another.

Their thoughts, Izumi-style Department couldn't understand it any more, restrained the boredom, and sneered: "Then I said, this is Yamada's urgency, after all, you and I are weak women, ca n’t resist, and there may not be trouble coming down. Besides, you guys They are all innocent, and they will go their separate ways. "

"I'm really upset and can quit today."

As soon as this word came out, several maids bowed their heads, and dare not say any more.

He waved them back, and the personal maid came over immediately, and folded over to the Izumi style department: "The style department, Yamada-kun, I didn't tell others ..."

"It's okay, I'm in trouble, scolded by my father, except you, everyone else is afraid of centrifugation." He Quan Shibu sighed, not to blame her.

There is a way that the tree fell down.

She is now unable to protect herself, abandoned by her father, scorned by outsiders, and has an empty house, but as helpless as duckweed on the water.

Even her current husband, when he learns about the capital, will break with her.

And her lover is the prince, whose life and death is unknown, and if she can survive, she will certainly not continue her frontier.

These maids must be equally apprehensive and uneasy before they lose their sense of mind. Do n’t you know that Yamada Shinichi is a hot potato? Who touches anyone?

But she also had no choice. Yamada was fierce, but she had seen it with her own eyes, and she really disobeyed him. Don't say that she won't be able to survive now.

"But they can't keep it."

The rules of the Heian era were that the palace chose three or more daughters of the public ministers to serve as the maid or monk, and the maid or monk took five or more noble girls as maids and servants.

Five or more noble women, such as themselves, chose seven or more women as officials or maids.

All these must be sent out.

Once I was abandoned by my husband and father, how could Izumi-style Ministry be able to support a maid like this?

Rather than being afraid of these maids, it is better to worry about the future. Thinking of this place, she could not help but look sad, reluctantly to recharge and order.

"The style department, the palace is here!" Just as the Izumi style department ordered Yamada Shinichi to clean up the room, and was planning to sort out the poems in the study, a maid looked panic.

The Izumi-style Ministry was shocked, and then thought about Yamada Shinichi's words, reluctantly calm, and said, "You go with me to meet the female officer."

Although she is the daughter of a nobleman and the wife of Izumi Mori, she also needs to go to the door to meet the female officer, because the other party represents the emperor.

My thoughts rolled in my heart. When I waited outside the door, I noticed that the female officer not only came by ox cart, but also surrounded a group of people who were watching the crowd, pointing at the door.

Seeing that she was surrounded by the maids, the onlookers looked excited and heard a voice.

"... It would not have been heard by Her Majesty the Emperor. This woman is so wavy, really, oh ..."

"Before one year, don't look for others, it will kill others and cause harm."

"Shh, I heard that she had evil spirits on her body, and she killed the Prince's Palace. She must be here to investigate the matter ..."

These sounds made Hequan's face pale, and always exasperated in his affectionate eyes.

The female officer who came over from the court had a normal appearance, but she was of good temperament. She was of noble origin. She had also heard about the Izumi-style Ministry and couldn't help but glance at it.

But thinking of this task, she lifted her chin slightly and said lightly: "Izumi-style department, when I visit your government, I have something to tell you, won't you invite me in?"

The Izumi-style ministry resignedly said, "I was rude, and I ask you to enter."

When the female officer entered slowly, she did not dare to look at the onlookers, covered her face with a fan, and immediately said to the maid, "Close the door!"

The host was humiliated by outsiders, and these maids also turned red, heard the order, said nothing, and closed the door in a laugh.

"Is Yamada-kun, who presents poems to the emperor, in your house?" The female officer listened to the movement, her mouth slightly hooked, and when the Izumi-style ministry came up, she turned to ask.

It turned out that the child from Abe Harumi came to take the poem last time to dedicate it to the emperor?

The Izumi-style Ministry immediately replied: "Yamada is at the house."

"That's good, here I am, there is an emperor's order to be conveyed to Yamada-kun." The female officer insisted.

The Izumi-style department saw that the other party did not want to talk to himself, but was so angry and angry that he could only endure and walk with the other party.

The group walked quietly for a while and saw a pavilion, and the Izumi-style department saw the figure in the pavilion at a glance, and said to the female officer, "Look, that is Yamada-kun."

At a glance, the boy was dressed in a samurai suit, he could write a pen and write a book, he was so handsome, even the female official who used to see the official secretary raised her eyebrows slightly, and said to the Izumi-style ministry, "Please come here later."

In the past, in the pavilion, Pei Ziyun was reading a book leisurely, and a dozen sheets of ink left on the side aside, caught the attention of the female officer.

She then took out a sheet and read it aloud, only to realize that the style was very familiar.

"Is there a poem for Youfu She (Bai Juyi)?" She asked in surprise.

"Yes, but the poems I presented last time already have these, so don't give them anymore." Pei Ziyun replied casually.

At that time, Japanese nobles highly respected Bai Juyi's poems, especially aristocratic women. Everyone was familiar with "Manye Collection" and Bai Juyi. It can be said that if in this era, Bai Juyi was not read, it would be scorned and excluded. Communication circle.

But not all Bai Juyi's poems have spread to Japan. These poems, which have never been read but are obviously Bai Juyi's style, are of great interest to female officials-is it these poems that have caused His Majesty's attention?

Until she finished reading it, she reluctantly put it down and said to Pei Ziyun, "Yamada, I'm here to convey to you His Majesty's mouth, Your Majesty's permission to meet you at Changhe Temple, and there will be an ox cart tomorrow. Pick you up. "

Pei Ziyun doesn't care where he met the Emperor, anyway, the ultimate purpose is not this.

"I understand, please go back to His Majesty the Emperor, and I will see the palace on time." Pei Ziyun said lightly.

The female officer took a deep look at him and left.

When the female officer was gone, Pei Ziyun continued to sit in the kiosk, writing poems, and after a while, another footsteps came, and the Izumi-style ministry came to his side and looked down.

Then he asked: "Yamada's character is really elegant and pretty, and it really surprised me."

Pei Ziyun smiled, took the tools, bound the freshly written poems that had just been written and air-dried, and bound them into a book, and handed them directly to the Izumi-style department who was curious to see. He looked surprised.

Pei Ziyun said: "Although Bai Juyi's poems are very good, I prefer Li Bai's poems. Bai Juyi's poems have been given to the emperor, and this Li Bai poems are for you."

"Why?" He Quanshibu felt that the poems in his hand were a bit hot and somewhat flattered.

Pei Ziyun smiled: "I'm going to the palace tonight, this right should be the cost of accommodation."

I wanted to refuse, but Yamada spoke frankly, and Izumi Shibu stared at the poem collection in his hand for a while, and couldn't help but read it.

Li Bai, Li Taibai?

As a result, he opened a poem and was attracted.

While reading, Pei Ziyun suddenly asked: "Shibe, do you know why the poem of Taibai is not as good as right servant (Bai Juyi) in Japan?"

The Izumi-style department thought about it, and wanted to answer it because of the good poems, but just after reading Li Taibai's poems, it was equally romantic and wonderful, which made her addicted.

Ben was a rare talented woman of this era, and Izumi Shibuya thought about it and uttered his own answer: "Because he is a right servant?"

"That's right ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Pei Ziyun smiled, looking into the Izumi style department with a little appreciation.

As the Izumi-style Ministry said, Bai Juyi ’s poems are more highly regarded by Japanese aristocracy because Bai Juyi had a higher status. At that time, Bai Juyi sealed Feng Hou County, a thousand households of food, and presented them to the official Ministry of Justice (Three Grades), and presented them to the right. Fu She (from Erpin), and Li Bai is just a prodigal.

It wasn't completely snobbery, but it was Japan who went to the Tang Dynasty to study. Naturally, he had to learn *-at that time Bai Juyi was a high official and was obviously even more authoritative.

It is rare for the Izumi style department to think of this.

It ’s just that there are no banquets in the world. The two volumes of poetry compiled by myself are more than enough room and board. When I bowed down, "I'll go back first. When I leave, I don't have to give each other."

Then I turned around and suddenly looked back and asked, "I heard that the prince, the prince, died today in grief?"

"Yes, I am here this morning." Izumi Shibuya didn't know what to say, but just answered, Pei Ziyun smiled, didn't speak any more, and turned away with a clear snoring.

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