I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man

From early morning onwards, the sun was still shining. By noon, a few clouds had gathered in the north, quickly turning into goose fur and snow.

In just one afternoon, on the ground, on the roof, there was a thick floor.

Winter and snow cover the capital city, bright and white, like the world of ice crystals.

In the courtyard of Peifu, east of Qingyunfang, is also a scene of the Jade Tree Qionghua.

“The more the clubs in the General's Garden, the better they bloom.” Sangshu Zhuo Xinwu of the military ministry, led by the superintendent, entered the courtyard and smiled and greeted Pei Bao, who stood in the hallway to admire the clubs.

He handed over the cloak of snow to the escort. Before he could say the second sentence, his eyes fell on the table in the courtroom.

Precisely on the crystal clear glass bottle on the table, the gold liquid in the bottle is already a little less than half.

“I heard that the new Toyota jade liquid from the inner province is the most glycerol. Now that it has not entered the world, the honorable and luxurious gates of the capital are all eagerly awaited. I can't believe that the General has already taken precursors here as fast as possible.” Zhuo Xinwuman rubbed his hands with envy.

Pei Xiao laughed, "Have you not had enough wine to stay in the capital this year? ”

Zhuo Xinwu is also an officer from Beijiang. He is now an officer of the military ministry, and there is no ban on military brigades. What alcohol is not yet tasted arbitrarily.

“The general did not know that the Holy Drive was not in the capital, which was not a person of panic, sleeping difficult, eating difficult to swallow. I saw Huo Dong lose more than a dozen pounds in his freshman year. Prime Minister Fan has been ill several times. ”

In the days of the Qin Dynasty, although it was quiet on the middle surface, there was a lot of pressure on the heavy ministers who knew the inner situation.

Pei Bao shook his head and smiled. He poured him a glass himself.

The golden yellow liquid shines through an amber glow, and when you look carefully, the smoke, with its hints, winds and closes, no wonder it's called the Tobacco Fluid.

Zhuo Xinwu couldn't wait for his hands to take over and sipped on his lips. He couldn't help but reveal his intoxicating look.

The two of them sat in a chair in the hallway, sipping wine and snow, talking about their affairs towards the centre.

The Sacred Driver returned to the palace. No, it should be said that the "Lady of the Spirit of the Snow Race” has been in the palace for two months.

Over the past two months, from the court to the folk, there has been no disenchantment. One, a great victory in South Lancheng, a large area of rich land in southeastern Beishuo was counted under the administration of Zhou, and the surrounding tribes were also subjugated, and some people were said to want to imitate the Xuelei tribe's daughter into the rear palace, of course, they were rejected. Two, Nanchen is completely peaceful, Chen Emperor is surrendered, listed as Lord Chen Guo, settled in the capital of Jingcheng, and the ministers of Nanchen Xiaotian dynasty, who do not want to enter the Dynasty as officials, can go to hiding, willing to serve for the week, also have a reward.

Watching the world Antai, Four Seas Subordinate, and the New Year's Day, the whole of the capital is naturally a party of rejoicing glory.

Zhuo Xinwu laughed: "There is no such thing as leisure in the Yamen. In the past few days, I have been busy just to seal the reward. ”

Theory, in this war, the most distinguished merit belongs to Pei Pei Heyuan. The former led the battle for a year and attacked countless cities. The latter became more visible, marching from the waterway and attacking Nanlan City. Though there is a reason to take advantage of the turmoil in Nanlan City, merit is merit, not to mention then the fast boat south, with the surrendered Emperor Nanchen subjugated Nanchen Liu County.

It is surprising to Manchukuo that the two most distinguished generals refused to accept the reward.

Zhuo Xinwu came to the door today, that's why.

“Why did the general have to excuse himself? The Emperor said he would reward both of you. ”

Pei said softly: "The reward can be sealed, but it doesn't have to be grand. If the first battle is won or lost, it will not be my fault. Naturally unwilling to bear it because of its disgrace. ”

“That said, but the emperor's credit in this war has always been bad..." Zhuo Xinwu sipped a sip of wine and still felt incredible looking back at what was going on in this war. The most tortuous book in the neighborhood can't make up a story like this. Come on.

“And what about the younger generations who won't be excused by the general and let the next new meritorious students, won't they even seal the reward? At least one fight, no credit and hard work.” Zhuo Xinwu persuaded painstakingly.

This time he came to the house to advise, and the Emperor meant it.

Pei was helpless and asked, “Are you ready? ”

As soon as Zhuo Xinwu heard the door, he immediately took out the folds he was carrying and put them on.

Pei Pei opened right in front of the table, looked at it one by one, silenced for a moment, and asked the waiter to fetch the ink.

Zhuo Xinwu came to the side and grinded it for him himself.

Pei Li lifted the pen and modified several places. He handed it back to Zhuo Xinwu. "Just follow this and report it to the palace for ruling. ”

Once Zhuo Xinwu swept it, Pei Bao made minor adjustments to the list of sealed rewards and did not make any major changes. He was relieved, and the emperor was satisfied when he saw it. Take advantage of the New Year's Eve and finish this big thing. Everyone is just happy.

They talked for a moment and looked at the sky late. Zhuo Xinwu stood up and retired.

Sent him away, perhaps too much alcohol. Pei Bai rarely felt a kind of hazy drunkenness. He returned to the courtyard, but did not enter the house, walking straight down the corridor to the back garden.

Sitting in a gazebo where two people had just discussed military affairs, the nose on the table was still fragrant, the glass bottle reflected the crystal clear snow, and the ink marks in the lying tiger yam were still moist.

Pei Ming looked at the plum tree in the courtyard, traced by the dark fragrance, as if his heart had returned many years ago...

It was probably the season when the flowers blossomed and he received a call from the palace.

Bae's Rokuro, 10 years old, entered the palace to study with the prince.

He will be chosen solely because of his talent. Since the beginning of his school, he has gained fame. Daju, a courtesy professor in ethnology, a senior lecturer in the academy, every elder who comes into contact with him praises his brilliance and praises that he must be talented in the court building in the future.

About the Taiqing Emperor in the palace also heard of this fame, so he was ordered to be called into the palace.

His admission to the palace was actually somewhat embarrassing, as there was no prince of his age in the palace. Eventually, he was accused of giving the eleventh prince Qin Chong, or later Jingyao Emperor.

In peace of mind, Qin Chong is not a difficult man to get along with. He is quite cheerful and righteous. As a young prince of Miyagi Miyagi, his blood was noble and quite spoiled. At that time, there seemed to be no possibility of competing for the throne. When he reads companionship, it's a relief job.

Qin Chong was kind to Pei Bai's new companion reading, but he was not close. At that time, Qin Chong was already fourteen years old. Juveniles of this age preferred to play with children of the same age, play horse hunting, be happy, and even discuss topics that belonged to boys of this age, such as which beauty's body was the most attractive, which maid's lips were better or something.

Pei, only 10 years old, is still half a child, with whom there is clearly a generation of communication. It's just that in Pei's identity, no one will embarrass him.

Pei Pao spent two years in the Royal Palace quite quietly.

More often than not, Pei Pei likes to read in silence alone than the other princes who are busy reading and admiring the princes, especially those who are eminent and in power. For the princes and their companions, the palace's collections are completely open. Including the one that lost countless books as a result of the fire. Pei has also read most of these collections.

He lived quietly and peacefully in a church that brought together some of the world's finest books and the most learned teachers. If anything goes wrong, it may be that the struggle between the Prince of the Chapel Party and the King of Qing Party is intensifying. The elderly Taiqing Emperor ignores this, focusing only on the beauty of the rear palace and the alchemy room. As a prince and party, the Bai family was inevitably involved in this struggle.

Pei had expressed his anxiety, but at a young age he had not yet begun to participate in the decisions of the Pei clan, and neither his grandfather nor his father and brother took his opinion seriously.

Worries come true sooner than Pei expected.

That was the year he had just reached the age of twelve, the winter cold was still over the capital, and the remaining snow had not melted in the warmer sun. The Bai family fell into the calculations of the Qing Wang Party.

The corruption of military food, which has been replenished several times, has led to a major defeat at the border crossing, the mutiny of tens of thousands of soldiers and even the involvement of the crossing knife city in the hands of the enemy. This charge is enough to sand the centuries-old valves of nobility.

Overturned the building. Pei still remembers the days of panic and terror.

Almost all the adult male members of the tribe were executed, leaving only these women and children on the verge of collapse to be enslaved on the frontiers of exile.

The moment the dust settled, he calmed down instead. The only brothers left in the tribe were him and five brothers, Pei Hung, and hundreds of women and children.

Overnight, the old noble ladies and young ladies became abusive and humiliating prostitutes, and the old and habitual princes became servants in servitude.

They were driven north, like a flock of lambs to be slaughtered, on their way to the slaughterhouse.

Continuous cases of self-infliction or well throwing due to unbearable suffering, as well as more deaths due to illness.

Among the dead are Pei's mother.

It was a cold morning when, as she approached the border crossing of the North Front, she collapsed and threaded herself to death with a piece of cloth ripped off by her skirt hem.

This noble woman, who was famous and talented in the capital, may want to finally send her two brothers here and not face the future trampled upon by others.

Pei Bao felt his palpitations in the middle of the night for no reason. He could not sleep on the other side and finally couldn't help but sneak up to his mother's house. What he saw was the body with the residual temperature.

What was the mood like at that moment? Years later, the general of the Power Towards the Nod is no longer remembered.

Too many such tragedies have numbed everyone.

Without awakening the others, he and Brother Wu moved his mother's body to the hillside outside the station in preparation for burial.

The land in winter was frozen like ice, and the two of them did not even have the tools to take advantage of their hands. All they had was an old man standing at the gate, who lent them a rust shovel with three or four gaps.

It falls on a stone-like floor, leaving only light marks. The two brothers took turns digging, most of the time, grinding their palms with blood, but only dug out shallow pits with less than two fingers.

Pei simply cut off the branches next to him with a shovel and cut them into wooden thorns. The two brothers dug for another whole night. In the cold wind, the wounds on their hands were deeply visible. Ultimately, a thin pit was created where the mother's body was placed.

Pei Hong knelt in front of the grave and cried.

But Pei only felt numb, a kind of numbness that even grief was frozen by this harsh cold and shattered into powder.

At dawn, Pei Hong climbed up from the grave, shivering: “Mother, Hongzi is unfaithful, can only let Mother live in such a situation. If one day, she can clear her grievances, she will surely avenge her mother's snow and hate. ”

“How to avenge Snow Hate?” Pei mumbled.

“Sooner or later I'm going to kill them all.” Pei Hong is full of hate.

“They were just ordered to act.” Pei Mulan said.

Yeah, Pei Hong came to realize that the culprit, after all, was the one who set up the murder of the Pei clan.

Bae Hung whispered, “When the Prince comes to power, these traitors will never be rampant for too long. ”

Pei Ming looked at the wilderness and dawn shined on this land, but the light belonging to the Pei clan, will it really come?

Qing Wang Party is getting bigger and bigger, the prince has been disgusted by the emperor, even if the prince takes the throne, a prince who hastily drew the boundaries after the fall of the Pei clan, is not a monarch worth following?

Pei Hung also knelt down in front of his mother's grave and said, “I will definitely clear the grievances of the family and revive the reputation of my Pei clan. Let those who set us up taste the pain of the day. ”

His grievous vows did not touch his brother, and Pei only felt his heart full of cool.

In this game of power struggle, who knows when a prince or a king will never get to where they are today?

After all, it is only power that oppresses them. Everything is power, Qing Wang set up to run them for power, and the Prince abandoned Pei to keep his power. This is how it is. You have the power to oppress people. No, then let it be bullied.

Pei looked at the light in the sky and thought in vain.

If one day you take control of a power that no one can shake, don't you ever have to experience this feeling of domination again?

To climb out of this trampled situation, it's always up to you.

At last, however, in Beijiang, Pei Pei found that what he was about to suffer was perhaps more cruel than he had imagined.

Exiles to the barbaric lands of the border are priceless and incompatible with local customs.

Some of the people in the tribe were unable to endure this endless suffering and began to contact His Royal Highness in secret, hoping that this long-standing loyal monarch would help them. The Pei clan did not forget its loyalty to the monarch even at its most depressing time.

Pei Pei did not like this behavior at all. It is almost impossible to turn the table over to the middle prince's power. Instead, he looks forward to changing his destiny with his own hands.

But soon, he found himself thinking too naive.

As a lowly slave, he is most likely to turn into cannon dust on the battlefield sometime. Among the noble sons of the capital, he is also a literary martial arts master, but the so-called martial arts, is just ordinary physical fitness, far less than a true master. No one will listen to his strategic layout and no one will advise him on his battle plan.

Even in this chaotic place, a 13-year-old who comes from a noble, good-looking young man, but falls to the extreme, can easily become a prey to others.

Step up from the bottom pit, the road is too dangerous and too difficult.

Even with Pei's wisdom, he cannot guarantee that he will be able to make this long journey.

After considering all the gains and losses, he eventually chose a different path. Or that way chose him.

Beijiang lurks in the dark line of the Tubi tribe and needs a teenager.

This teenager should be only twelve or three years old. He looks stunning. As an outsider of wealthy merchants, he has seen rich scenes. At the same time, as a latent detective, he also needs to be agile, smart and versatile.

There are not many young people in the northern part of the country who meet this requirement. Ultimately, Pei Pei stood out and took on this task. His post-criminal status in the middle also created some distortions for him, but eventually no more suitable person could be found.

His original responsibility was to earn a half-time position by selling his father and brother, offering his possessions and relying on dignitaries in the Bi tribe, preferably small officials in charge of munitions and so on, to pass on information for the week ahead.

He successfully completed the first half of the plan and was also successfully valued by the Takeshi as a junior officer in the army.

However, after only a few months in office, he was assigned another new assignment, as heir to the common son of a jeweler, to visit the Cherokee for information on their recent offensive.

Do I look like I was born to be a craftsman? Or just because you're young enough to look unprotected?

Pei Pei is also helpless with such an opportunistic arrangement.

He immediately packed his bags, disguised himself as a jewel-trafficking merchant, and arrived at the Snow Race.

At that time, the Snow Race was unparalleled, and the Battle Quartet crushed both the Great Zhou dynasty in the south and the Tubi in the east. Even the Royal House of the Moors depends on its face.

The Sudden Bi urgently need intelligence within the Snow Nation, as did the Great Week Court.

Pei was full of confidence in his activities within the Snow Nation, but he never thought that his life would be so long in the Snow Nation. Almost all his adolescence remained on this land at the foot of Tianxing Mountain.

With extraordinary wisdom, Pei quickly integrated into the clan, because of his apparent hatred of extermination with the Tubi, the people of the Cheryl had no doubt about him.

The jewellery he carries is not expensive, but it is exquisite and exquisite, not only brings him rich silver money, but also allows him to socialize with the many small and medium-sized nobles of the Cherokee.

Even two ladies expressed a close fondness for the excellent young jewellery merchant Jun-soo.

Pei clearly remembered that it was the fourth month of his arrival among the Cherokee.

On a sunny spring afternoon, a dozen servants broke into his rented compound, claiming that the noble summons was due to a pearl crown.

Ten days ago, a nobleman in the city ordered several exquisite exotic pearls from him, ready to make them into a pearl crown for the nobility of the temple.

The nobility travels in the styles and colors of the crown, attracting several craftsmen with great craftsmanship, without obtaining the perfect shape. Pei happens to know that out of a tight attitude towards Hao Shuang's Guests, he drew several drawings in advance and gave them to each other for reference.

These are the drawings that gave him a fortune.

Pei was brought into a luxurious palace in a garden full of flowers and trees, where he met the man who summoned him this time.

Not the middle-aged nobleman who visited his shop, but a teenage girl.

She was sitting in a white marble-built gazebo with a pure white dress and a hat that covered her face, but she should only be fourteen or five years old from her posture.

Her voice was so clear, “You're the one. What's the problem? Are you the one who drew all these pictures? ”

Pei's eyes were swept and the beaded crown pattern he had painted for the Guest was laid on the table.

The girl asked curiously: "These paintings have a very fine tone, remarkable merit, and are in the style of Nakahara. Are you from the big week? ”

Pei Min Yilin lowered his head and laughed: “I am from the Sudden Bi tribe, my mother is Zhou, and taught me many of the poems and drawings of Nakahara. ”

“It's rare that you're so young and painted so well. I was looking for a painter to teach me Nakahara-style books and paintings, so I decided it was you. ”

Girls' sober tones carry irreversible sophistication. One sentence determines Pei's fate for a long time.

Pretty soon, Pei knew how noble it was to summon one's own girl today. It turns out that Lettore, the spiritual daughter of the Snow Nation, is almost as long as the human incarnation in the Snow Nation.

Despite her esteemed status, Lettore is still a fine, beautiful girl today.

She is more sensitive than previous generations of spiritual daughters, and she doesn't like to put spiritual daughters at the forefront of her routine.

She has loved chess books and paintings in the Nakahara region since she peed, preferring to live in sparsely populated mountains than in the life that crowds admire in the city. One of her favorites is in the small attic behind the temple, where she listens to the rain and enjoys a quiet time.

There were plenty of people around her, but she didn't like it, she didn't like it, she wasn't close. Young men and women her age are still immersed in early childhood fun, a group of totally immature children. And all those elderly sacrifices and women are solemnly respectful and devout to the gods.

Rather than these boring squire, the new painter surprised Lettore.

She soon discovered that Pei was not only good at painting, he was knowledgeable and intelligent, ranging from rhetorical talent to the history of nations to the terroir of the world. Ming is so young, but so smart, whether it's the poetry and song of the week, the legendary history of the West, or the hero story of Beishuo, he believes in it.

Jun-soo's face, combined with such an excellent connotation, is there any reason not to feel comfortable?

The time they spent together began to grow longer and longer. On Lettore's orders, Pei Bao had to shut down the jewellery store and enter the palace as her escort.

In the invisible corners of the Temple Waiter, Le Tour increasingly trusts Pei.

Young people are always excited and enthusiastic about their loved ones.

Soon she brought Pei into the temple.

The building is on the top of Tianxing Mountain, the highest sanctuary of the Snow Nation.

When Lettore first brought him into the temple, Pei was so excited that he didn't expect to approach the center of the rights of the Cherokee so quickly and so easily.

But after a lap in the temple, he found that perhaps all the admiration and reverence was due to the distance.

This lofty and mysterious temple is actually no different from the gorgeous palaces beneath the mountains. Of course, for Lettore, it's more comfortable and relaxing.

They lived in the temple for a long time.

Le Tour is extremely intelligent. He is extremely good at drawing poetry and song talent for chess books. He is the famous gate show of the land of Nakahara. He is afraid that he will rarely learn like this. Pei taught her favorite books and drawings and playing chess.

As a spiritual daughter, of course, she has enough discretionary rights. She loves the terroir and culture of Nakahara. Behind the temple, the attic where she lives was immediately transformed into the style of Nakahara. The expropriation of tens of thousands of slaves was taken from the North.

And the Cherokee warrior plunged south, also bringing her many resources. Books, paintings, slaves who know all about it.

“Most of these guys learn rough stuff and say what kind of talent is Confucianism. Huh, more insightful than I am a barbaric woman in their mouth. A full rhetoric, a saintly virtue, as soon as the knife is drawn, all it can do is weep and beg for forgiveness on its knees.” Le Touré laughed about the newly looted slaves of Beijiang.

“There are also persevering millionaires, who unfortunately learn to be flat and boring. ”

Pei Bao grinded for her beside her, silent and silent, the northern boundary of the week, the literary style is not strong, the people are much more than martial. Vincent is a bit ambitious, and he also throws a lot of pens.

“Perhaps Beijiang is too boring. After a few years, we will settle the surrounding tribes, try our best to go south and invade the capital of Zhou Guo. I'm sure we will meet some truly versatile people.” Le Touré spoke with his cheek in his arms.

“I heard that on the south side of the week, there is also Chen Guo, a country that is more literate and full of scholars, and can be fought all the way. ”

Next to Pei Bao's dye hand trembled slightly: "Do you want to start a war? ”

“Yeah, the richest land in the world is supposed to belong to the strongest tribe. I hear the southern mountains are rich and rich, and that is the best ranch for the Cherokee warriors.” Lettore smiles sweetly, "and then we can go and look at the mountain waters and palaces in those poems. ”

“Whatever I want must be mine. Whether it's the world or you.” The girl's eyes were bright and she had the self-confidence she deserved.

That was the utmost confidence that people who were born to be gods, as if the world were born to crawl beneath her feet.

In fact, it's been like this ever since she was born.

Pei looked at her and lowered her head again.

Le Torre smiled and squinted, “But I'm afraid there's nothing like worrying about your learning. ”

“Then you can go to battle to solve your worries. Stand up for your distinguished service. And within the clan, you won't be confined to just one guard. ”

The author has something to say: Extra or 9 o'clock update, took a day off yesterday ^_^