Si Yiluo pulled his hand back, stood up and said, "Nothing, it's getting late, I should go."
Yue Beishu watched Si Yiluo stop downstairs from the window, turned around and said to the figure approaching behind him: "Have you met the princess?"
The person hiding in the darkness nodded.
"The princess asks you to find a way to get close to Si Yiluo and gain her trust as soon as possible so that you can collect intelligence."
He cast his gaze outside the window again, and Si Yiluo ordered to the dark figure hidden under the eaves behind him: "Keep an eye on Yue Beishu. If there is anything unusual, report it to me at any time."
She raised her head and met Yue Beishu's eyes, and Yue Beishu smiled at her.
She asked again: "Where is Xiang Xiao?"
There are Jin Yiwei's secret clues all over the street, which saves her the trouble of searching for them one by one.
"In Xiaoyu Tower."
"Well, you go back."
Si Yiluo walked along the street and looked at the scenery on the lake. Being in the capital, all he saw and heard was the appearance of prosperity, but there was a murderous intention hidden in the calm and lively night.
After taking Xiang Xiao out of Xiaoyu Tower, he sighed.
"No wonder everyone wants to come to Beijing. Compared with Guancheng, Beijing is like paradise."
He grew up with the Marquis of Xiping in Liangzhou Wei since he was a child. Although he likes to be lively, he is not a scholar. He can only sigh with emotion about what he saw and heard tonight, not indulge in it.
"You don't know, a wealthy businessman from the south of the Yangtze River rewarded Fu Shuang and Miss Fu Yue with a hundred silk flowers at once, totaling two thousand taels of silver! How many lives of soldiers can be bought with two thousand taels of silver..."
Si Yiluo knew that he was feeling uncomfortable, so he put his hand on his shoulder and comforted him: "Xiang Xiao, you will come with me to the palace tomorrow. You can go to the emperor and cry about your poverty. While the money from the flower appraisal list has not yet been put into the treasury,
First, cut off the soldiers’ pension blond hair.”
Xiang Xiao, who was still immersed in disbelief, suddenly reacted.
It’s not that he hasn’t seen the world, he’s used to spending a piece of money in half. If he dared to spend fifty taels of silver to buy silk flowers to reward the singer in Guancheng, his father would have to break his legs...
He felt a little guilty.
As soon as their eyebrows met, Xiang Xiao's depression instantly disappeared and he put his arm around her shoulders.
"The one who knows me is Si Yiluo!"
Because the accounts were not taken from the treasury, Emperor Yao was easy to persuade. The biggest resistance was the officials of the Ministry of Rites. Seeing the cooked duck fly into the hands of the Marquis of Xiping, they would definitely jump.
But this is easy to do.
Si Yiluo rushed to the Tianzihao secret room of Jinyiwei Yamen overnight and checked the information of several officials in charge of the Ministry of Rites.
She couldn't help in this matter openly, but she could find a breakthrough for Xiang Xiao.
I almost didn't sleep all night before I selected a person from a pile of information, Zhang Jin.
This person's status cannot be too high or too low, but he must be important enough to make everyone in the Ministry of Rites scruple. He must also be related to the Liangzhou Guard, and he must be noticed by Xiang Xiao.
After searching again and again, it was a coincidence.
Two years ago, there was a problem with the imperial examination sponsored by the Ministry of Rites. Zhang Jin, who was born in a military household, failed the imperial examination after taking part in it, but his classmates who were not as good as him all passed the imperial examination.
He also read the article that the other party posted and felt that he should not be on the list, but his name was not on the list.
So he silenced his article and went to Zhuo Wen, the Minister of Rites. Zhuo Wen read his article and kicked him out, but secretly re-examined the examination papers that year.
The file only records that Zhang Jin was kicked out of the Shangshu Mansion, and that Zhuo Wen re-examined the test papers, but does not record the results.
Si Yiluo then pulled out details from other people's files to complete the process.
Zhang Jin was not convinced and gave the paper to several great scholars. The great scholars all praised his paper on the spot, but then turned around and told him that the article was not good and had a lot of flaws.
Zhang Jin stopped reading in anger, took over his father's mission, went round and round and now serves in the Liangzhou Guards.
Si Yiluo was not good at writing, so he sneaked into the Prime Minister's Mansion before it was time to go to court and woke up Shen Moran who was sleeping soundly.
"Get up and write a memorial for me!"
Shen Moran covered her frightened heart.
"Si Yiluo, if there is anything you need to say, can't you tell me tomorrow? You're going to scare me to death!"
"It will be late tomorrow!" Si Yiluo lifted her quilt, put a cloak on her pocket, and pushed her to the table, "Help me use the position of the Marquis of Xiping to write a poem about crying for poverty, with gorgeous and rich rhetoric. Some, it is best to be able to see at a glance that the person who wrote the memorial is very educated!"
"What are you doing?"
Shen Moran rubbed her eyes to suppress her sleepiness, and the sudden light of the candle made her eyes squint.
Paper has been laid out on the table.
"Help Xiang Xiao ask the emperor for money." She added, "Do you still remember Zhang Jin?"
Shen Moran's confused mind tried hard to recall, and remembered that there was such a person.
"I don't have much impression of him. I just remember that he was Tanhualang in the first year of Shengwen. What does your asking me to write a memorial have to do with him?"
Si Yiluo, who had not slept all night and was not tired, answered: "My idea of getting the money from the Ministry of Rites' review of the flower list was to find out what the Ministry of Rites was hiding. Zhang Jin should have been a Jinshi two years ago. It was the Ministry of Rites that missed his examination, and afterwards they were afraid of taking responsibility, so they humiliated him and drove him out of the capital."
"The emperor today is taboo against collusion with cronies. It is true that I was born in Liangzhou Guard, but Emperor Yao may not want to see a good relationship between me and Xiping Hou and his son, so my helping Xiang Xiao cannot involve me."
In other words, the handle recorded in the file cannot be used.
Shen Moran understood it instantly, held the brush and thought for a moment, then picked up the pen and made a draft on the paper.
"So the memorial is just a trap you set up, waiting for the people from the Ministry of Rites to jump in?"
Si Yiluo hummed, and while helping her grind the ink, he looked at the sky outside through the window.
"You have to hurry up!"
"knew!"
Shen Moran endured her sleepiness and helped her finish writing, yawning and throwing herself on the bed, her voice full of weariness.
"Just see how it goes. If it doesn't work, I'll change it again..."
The ink on the paper was still wet, so Si Yiluo took a quick glance at it. She could only understand it and felt that she had written it well.
"Okay, you can go to sleep. I have to go back quickly and let Xiang Xiao copy it again!"
Most generals are not very good at writing excerpts. Xiang Xiao racked his brains to write down the situation of Liangzhou Guards. He lay down and fell asleep for less than an hour when he was woken up by Si Yiluo.
"Enemy attack..."
The young man jumped up from the bed like a carp, pulled out the sword hanging on the bedside and looked around.
Si Yiluo looked at him while holding the candlestick and placed it on the table.
Pens, ink, paper and inkstones have been laid out on the table.
"Write this down on the note. After writing it, we should enter the palace."
"What's this?"
There was no enemy attack. Xiang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, put the sword back, looked at the folded paper in her hand and asked, "I've written all the chapters."
There was an open memorial on the table. Si Yiluo went over and took a look. Compared with what Shen Moran had written, what he wrote was almost unreadable. Fortunately, his handwriting was good.
"I asked you to read more books, but if you don't listen, come over and copy them quickly!"
"It's like you've read a book!"
Xiang Xiao transcribed the memorial.
"The world is full of ambition, and dares to complain alone about the falling tiles... I am ashamed of myself, and I am happy to support the building! This is writing a poem on the memorial! These lines are so well written! Who did you ask to write this? If you are talented in literature, you can pass the Jinshi Examination!"
He kept talking, and Si Yiluo said speechlessly: "No matter who asks tomorrow, just say it was written by Zhang Jin, and you must not drag me into it..."
"knew!"
Although Xiang Xiao has a cheerful and outgoing personality, he is not stupid, and he naturally knows the stakes.
He can stay at Si Yiluo's house tonight, and it is reasonable for old friends to meet and get closer to each other, but if he is still here tomorrow and word spreads to the palace, that person will be suspicious.