Everyone else thought that Feng Ye was impressed by Yan Sikong's talent at the dinner, and thus they became friends, which made it easier for them to interact with each other in the future without seeming awkward.

Feng Ye disliked the simple living conditions of Yan Sikong's house, so he sent him a few rolls of silk today and two jugs of good wine tomorrow. Yan Sikong was not polite and accepted all the gifts.

However, they never met after that day because Feng Ye had already gone to report to Zhao Fuyi.

The capital's garrison had about 30,000 soldiers, mainly composed of 3,000 imperial guards within the city walls and 20,000 guards in Jingshan, with another 7,000 to 8,000 soldiers distributed in Miyun and Kaifeng. Among them, the Jingshan garrison led by Zhao Fuyi, deputy general of Shuntian Prefecture, played the most critical role in defending against foreign enemies and internal dissent. It not only guarded the capital from a pincer attack, but also controlled the inside and outside. If the troops in the capital were sufficient to control the other roads, there would be no external chaos, and if the troops in the other roads were sufficient to control the capital, there would be no internal changes.

It was this elite force that was sent to Fengye, and they had not returned to Beijing for several days, so they must have been very busy.

Yan Sikong was not idle either. The emperor's birthday was approaching, and they were doing the final review of the history volumes to ensure that not a single word was missed.

That night, he happened to recall the Battle of Qingzhou fifteen years ago. This battle, like the Battle of Guangning, was a scar branded on his heart. Of course, after being whitewashed, the person who should be held responsible shifted the blame cleanly. The name Han Zhaoxing pierced his nerves vigorously.

The slender fingertips gently stroked the dried ink, and it felt as if each word jumped out of the paper, bursting out with extremely tense darkness, trapping the truth and justice into an abyss that could not see the light of day.

Suddenly, Yan Sikong's fingers stopped.

He found a wrong character. To be more specific, it was a missing character. The two characters of the reign title Zhaowu were missing a "Zhao". What was even more coincidental was that there was a gap under the character "Wu" close to the edge of the page. If a character was added here, it would look natural and not abrupt at all.

His heart trembled slightly, and an idea flashed through his mind. He raised his head calmly and saw several colleagues around him, all studying hard under the lights.

He gently covered the pages of the book with his hands, yawned loudly, and said tiredly, "Why hasn't the kitchen sent me a midnight snack yet? I'm so hungry that I can't sit still."

Liu Zhaolin also complained: "Isn't it? It's an ugly time now, it's time to send it over."

Yan Sikong said, "Why don't we take a break and go to the yard to get some fresh air and wake up. The midnight snack should be here soon."

Shen Hexuan said: "Then take a break. I'll ask the eunuchs to urge them."

The summer evening breeze was pleasant. Several people were standing or chatting in the courtyard, and most of the topics they talked about were the emperor's birthday.

"This case file work will be completed in about three to five days. Then we must have a good drink to celebrate." Liang Sui said with a smile, "It will also help us relieve our fatigue."

"Brother Liang, where are you going to relieve your fatigue?" Liu Zhaolin smiled with a frown.

"Well... I'll take you there and you'll know it naturally."

Several people laughed.

After chatting and laughing for a while, the kitchen brought them some midnight snack soup, and they moved to the tea room nearby to enjoy it.

Yan Sikong ate two bites, made an excuse to go to the bathroom, and left the tea room. Wenyuan Pavilion was not very large, so he quickly went back to the front hall from the backyard, ran quickly to his desk, took out a piece of rice paper, picked up a pen, and imitated the words on the open book in front of him.

This passage was written by Liu Zhaolin. He recognized the handwriting of this person. He found the word "Zhao" written by Liu Zhaolin and imitated it carefully.

When Ge Zhong forged Li Boyun's letter to frame Yuan Mao, he also learned how to imitate other people's handwriting. If he gets the chance, he will definitely use his own method to get back at the person. Now is a good opportunity.

Although the person in charge of the historical compilation was the Grand Academician Huo Li, when the emperor assigned this easy and rewarding job, Xie Zhongren strongly recommended the second assistant of the inner cabinet, Wang Shengsheng. This person was in collusion with Xie Zhongren and disrupted the government. He was the actual leader of this historical compilation. If there was any problem with the historical compilation, he could not escape the blame.

After imitating more than a dozen times, Yan Sikong felt that it was basically difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, so he concentrated on adding the word "Zhao" after the word "Wu".

The two words "Wu Zhao" nowadays generally refer to the two emperors "Han Wu" and "Han Zhao". The reign title of the current emperor was mistakenly written as Wu Zhao from "Zhaowu". This matter can be a big deal or a small one. If one is willing, there is a lot to be done.

After Yan Sikong finished writing, he crumpled up the straw paper and stuffed it into his sleeve. Then he returned to the tea room as if nothing had happened and continued to eat his midnight snack.

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After the historical work was completely completed, the Hanlin scholars all breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Sikong, who had lived in Wenyuan Pavilion for four days, finally returned home, took a comfortable hot bath, rested for half a day, and in the evening he had to attend a party that he could not refuse - to a brothel.

Although the Hanlin Academy has been a cradle for cultivating ministers and prime ministers since ancient times, it is a place of fascination for scholars all over the world. Entering the Hanlin Academy means having the best family background and the capital to become a prime minister. However, a group of people with rich knowledge and bright futures will not just focus on reading books of sages. They need to socialize, entertain, and accumulate their own capital for politics. Many officials in the capital make jokes during the day and dance and sing at night. This is not only unique to the Hanlin Academy, but also the trend of the entire dynasty.

As night fell, he changed into casual clothes and prepared to go out.

Ali, who was supposed to call a carriage for him, walked into the house and gestured with his hands.

Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Someone from Prince Jingyuan's Mansion is here?"

Ali nodded.

Yan Sikong walked out of the door and saw that it was the coachman from Feng Mansion.

The driver said respectfully, "Master Yan, my prince invites you to come to his house for a gathering."

"The prince has returned from Jingshan?"

"Yes, just arrived this afternoon."

"Unfortunately, I have an appointment. Please report to the prince and I will visit you again tomorrow."

"This..." The driver was a little embarrassed.

Yan Sikong asked, "Ali, where is the carriage?"

The driver asked, "Where are you going, Lord Yan? Let me take you there."

"No need, you can go back." It would be too ostentatious to take the Feng Mansion's carriage to visit the kilns.

The carriage that Ali called arrived quickly. Yan Sikong got on the carriage and it headed towards Tinglan Pavilion, the most elegant brothel in the capital.

Those who gathered this time were almost the same people who had drunk all night just to witness the little wolf king enter the capital. It was still a conspiracy set up by Zhou Mixing, a man who loved to have fun and party every night. He was a well-known playboy. But his father was the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, in charge of political and judicial affairs around the capital. He was in a high position and everyone wanted to curry favor with him.

Zhou Mixing has recently become obsessed with the courtesan Ye Li of Tinglan Pavilion, and it is said that he has spent a large sum of money on her. Everyone is curious about this woman who is said to have a stunning beauty, and Yan Sikong is no exception.

When Yan Sikong arrived, it was a little late. As usual, the banquet would have started long ago, but today a table of people were waiting for him. Yan Sikong looked flattered and took the initiative to punish himself with three cups.

Inside the house, there were singers singing, dancers dancing, and people talking and laughing. The atmosphere was very lively.

Liang Sui said jokingly, "Brother Zhou, when can we meet Miss Yeli?"

Everyone was urging him on.

Zhou Mixing said proudly: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Brother Zhou is hiding things like this, so of course we are worried."

"I was hiding it from you because I was afraid you might not have had enough and wanted to get you a few more glasses."

"Have a great time, absolutely have a great time." One person complimented, "Looking around the capital, only Brother Zhou can win the favor of Miss Yeli. If it were someone else, even if he moved Jinshan here, Miss Yeli might not even be interested in him."

"That's right, it's all thanks to Brother Zhou's good looks. Brother Zhou is so lucky, I'm really jealous of him."

Zhou Mixing laughed heartily, his face beaming with joy: "Speaking of Ye Li, she is really an extraordinary woman... Hey, I won't keep you in suspense, now I'll let you feast your eyes." He clapped his hands and called the brothel owner of Tinglan Pavilion. He whispered a few words in her ear, and the brothel owner left with a smile on her face.

After a while, the dancing and music started again, and the door was slowly pushed open. A woman in a pure white gauze dress walked in gracefully, surrounded by her maids.

The woman was truly a beauty, with fair skin and a slender figure, a pair of charming almond-shaped eyes, and two soft and rosy lips. Although she lived in a place full of people, she seemed to be untainted by the world and was as noble as a lady from an aristocratic family.

There were exclamations of praise in the house.

Seven or eight women came in with Ye Li and sat beside them. This place was indeed a famous brothel in the capital. The girls were all good-looking, but not too flattering to make people bored. They bewitched these half-drunk men.

Yan Sikong clinked glasses with the girl who came to serve him, smiling without saying a word. No matter how beautiful a woman he saw, his heart remained calm. Even he himself once doubted whether he had a homosexual fetish, but he was the same with men. To him, love was like a piece of cloth that was of no great use. He could wear it or not.

Ye Li bowed gracefully and greeted everyone in the room with a gentle voice.

Zhou Mixing stood up, personally held her hand, and led her to the piano stool. The two of them lowered their heads and whispered a few words to each other, looking very intimate, and everyone kept cheering.

After Ye Li sat down, he played the piano to entertain them while looking at everyone with a charming gaze.

When she landed on Yan Sikong, she paused slightly, not only because of Yan Sikong's outstanding appearance, but also because of his rare clear eyes.

Yan Sikong smiled at her, and Ye Li also nodded gracefully.

"Master Yan." The woman beside him looked at Yan Sikong's handsome face with fascination and leaned into his arms gently. "Is this wine not to your liking?"

Yan Sikong shook the wine bottle and said, "No, this wine is just right."

"Then why don't you see you drunk?"

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "You make me intoxicated, why should I drink this wine?"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, looking shy. Whether it was fake or real, it just touched people's hearts.

Just when everyone was enjoying the music and immersed in the beautiful piano music, suddenly, there was a loud bang and the door was roughly pushed open!

Everyone in the room was startled, and looked towards the door in shock, only to see that the person standing at the door with his head held high with the aura of a single man standing guard was actually the Prince of Jingyuan, Feng Ye? !

Feng Ye's eyes swept over everyone, and finally landed on Yan Sikong, and of course, the prostitute in his arms. His eyes darkened, his face tense, and the aura around him was as sharp as if it was tangible, making people dare not breathe.

"This...Prince?" Zhou Mixing was almost sober now, and looked at Feng Ye with some fear. This man did not follow etiquette and was somewhat barbaric. Now he looked so domineering, and he had no idea how he had offended him.

Feng Ye bowed, and said with a fake smile: "What a coincidence, Master Zhou is here too. I drank too much and went to the wrong place."

Zhou Mixing heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "What a coincidence! It turns out that the prince also likes this Tinglan Ya Pavilion. If I had known this, I would have invited the prince to come with me today."

"It's not too late now." Feng Ye strode in. "I hope Master Zhou won't mind if I have one more glass of wine."

"I am overwhelmed by your kindness. Someone, please quickly find a seat for the prince!"

Yan Sikong frowned and looked at Feng Ye, and Feng Ye also looked at him from a distance, as fierce as a wolf.