"Who is Cui Ying?" Pei Fanxian looked at Pei Erlang in confusion, and Erlang immediately explained to him: "It is the current living man."

He took a breath, wasn't he just a fellow traveler?

"It's just a walk."

Pei Yan looked up in pain and gave Pei Fanxian an accurate answer to his question-looking face.

As the saying goes, peers are enemies, and this time, Pei Yan is in big trouble.

Pei Yan took a few sips of tea and finally got excited.

"Every time I record these secrets, I will gather them into a book and take them out of the palace. I have been working for several years and have not made any mistakes."

"This time I was responsible for promoting compost. I was anxious and forgot several books in the palace. I remembered it several days after I got home. The person in charge of recording the daily man Cui Ying in the past few days, and he must have seen it!"

"That guy has always been narrow-minded and will definitely go to the imperial court to complain!"

"If the court held accountable, I wouldn't be able to explain clearly. It's a trivial matter for me to go to prison, and these treasures can't make any mistakes."

"You have few pure people here, and I feel most at ease with your things. The court cannot find you here."

This time Pei Yan's prediction was very accurate. Such a big handle was held in his hands and would never be spared.

Even if it is properly operated, it can be upgraded to a weapon to completely destroy Pei Yan.

Is the crisis of Old Pie Pei coming early?

Pei Fanxian was really surprised: "Uncle, he hasn't complained yet, why are you anxious?"

Pei Yan: "..."

What he said seems to make sense!

Pei Yan suddenly realized that he saw Pei Fanxian’s confident look and immediately asked for advice.

Old Pie Pei actually lowered his head and asked, feeling very good.

Fan Xian deliberately took a few bites of tea, tasted the taste, and put on a good attitude, and finally said: "Since Cui Ying has not yet sued her, there is still a chance to remedy everything!"

"Remedy? You said it easy!"

Pei Yan was anxious when he heard this. How could he make up for the things in his hands? In order to have a good reputation in front of his nephews, he deliberately concealed the news that Pei Xingjian reported.

Now he completely believed that what Pei Xingjian saw was the real situation. Cui Ying had long seen the scroll of paper he left behind.

"Of course I'm trying to find a way to get the paper roll back!" Pei Fanxian said confidently.

"There is no credibility. Even if the things recorded by Uncle A are seen by Cui Ying, as long as he has no evidence, what he said cannot be established!"

"It's amazing!"

Pei Yan said three wonderful words, why didn't he expect such a clever plan?

Looking at Pei Fanxian again, it is indeed very annoying.

A smart person is so young, which is really jealous.

I immediately wanted to give this extremely smart young man a difficult problem.

"But how can we get the scroll back?"

"I think the book is definitely not in the palace, it should be in Cui Ying's hands."

Pei Fan nodded first because he was not in the palace that he could make it.

"Uncle, don't worry, I have a way to solve it."

Since he could solve the problem, Pei Yan was relieved. He wanted to rush out of the gate before the street drum was finished.

Unfortunately, the two of them had a very speculative conversation, and they were delayed all the time.

I could only stay at Fan Xian’s house for a stay. Fortunately, Xicheng is close to the imperial city, otherwise it would be a problem to go to court tomorrow.

Pei Yan stayed, and Pei Fanxian's curiosity became even stronger.

According to Pei Yan, these daily notes that record the secrets of the imperial court were all left privately by him. There was another serious record in the imperial court to deal with it.

He has been in operation for many years and has never had any problems.

However, why did he do such a dangerous thing? Pei Yan is a shrewd person who considers everything carefully for himself.

He came from a noble family and must know that leaving these records is a disaster.

"Uncle, why do you want to record these secrets?"

There was a chessboard among the two, and someone who never played chess was also pulled by Pei Yan to make up the numbers.

"Of course it is to restore the true face of history!"

Pei Yan's firm eyes made Fan Xian feel illusioned. For a moment, he even felt that Pei Yan was not like an old traitor.

"In the future, people should be able to see everything that happened in this era, rather than whitewashed!"

Since Pei Yan became a living servant, he has such a belief. He wants to record all the things that happened in this era, big, small, good, bad, as long as he can understand them, in its original form.

Once upon a time, Pei Yan wanted to do what the scholars of Lingyan Pavilion could not do!

I remember that when writing the Sui Book, many records involving the Li family were polished by Li Shimin.

Even if he has not intervened, he has to read the chapters and feels that there is no problem before he can write a book. There are so many twists and flatteries in it, you can imagine it.

The writer of history should keep his heart right and write with his straightforwardness. The historian's pen weighs a thousand pounds and shoulders a huge responsibility.

When the pen was handed to Pei Yan, he felt that it was the call of fate.

Pei Yan was passionate and talked for a long time. Pei Fanxian was stunned when he heard this. Pei Yan, a veteran traitor, actually had such a passion.

Pei Yan was cunning, and Pei Fanxian had no relatives with him, but he decided to help.

For nothing else, it is all Pei Yan's credit for preserving these palace secrets. Without his slutty operations, Pei Fanxian would not be able to hold the book and read it lively now.

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The next day, Pei Yan was dressed neatly and was about to go to court, but before he could go out, he found that heavy rain hit the window, and the smashed window paper was crackling.

Is it raining?

Pei Yan laughed loudly, I, Pei Yan, will not die!

Pei Yan stood at the door and looked a few times. The water in the yard had already spread across his ankles. It seemed that it had started raining last night.

Not only that, the rain is still very fierce now, and there is no tendency to decrease at all.

Pei Fanxian and the others were also awakened by his ghost laughter, and rushed over in the rain without even having time to hold on to the umbrella.

"Uncle, are you crazy?" Pei Erlang asked quickly, with water splashing everywhere on his head and feet.

Pei Yan straightened his chest, his complacent feeling beyond words.

"It's raining, the court meeting will stop. Cui Ying doesn't want to complain!"

Pei Fanxian realized that the Tang Dynasty did have such regulations.

The main and auxiliary roads of Chang'an City are all authentic dirt roads, and some wide avenues have been repeatedly consolidated and reinforced.

However, after this reinforced dirt road, at best, can withstand the attacks of light to moderate rain. Once there are continuous rainy days or heavy snowy days, the road will become extremely muddy.

Carriages and horses are difficult to move, and people cannot move their legs even more.

Therefore, the court adapted to local conditions and made regulations that as long as there were heavy rain and snowy days and the roads were quagmire and could not pass through, the court meeting on that day would be cancelled.

If the heavy rainstorm and snowstorm lasts for several days, then congratulations to all court officials, and finally have the opportunity to be lazy openly.

I didn't have to go to court for several days.

The Tang Dynasty is not modern. If you want to send information to the palace, you must rely on manpower, and you don’t have phones or phones. The roads are muddy and you can’t go to court, so Cui Ying won’t want to go to the palace to complain.
Chapter completed!