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This made Xu Yimo couldn't help but smile. He pursed his lips and thought for a while before saying, "Since you are so regretful, I will consider taking you to see some other excitement."

"What's going on? Where can I watch it? Today? Take me with you."

Yun Xirou became interested when she heard it, and she seemed to no longer feel uncomfortable. She held the corner of his clothes with one hand, waiting for him to speak eagerly.

"Well, let me think about it. The Moon Watching Tower is not far away. There should be quite a few scholars and strangers gathered here today to discuss poetry and lyrics. There should be quite a few people."

Looking at her expression of wanting to watch the fun, Xu Yimo thought that she was very gossipy, so he pulled her cloak over her to prevent her from being blown by the wind.

Wangyue Tower is a gathering place for literati and poets in Qingcheng. They drink tea, write poetry, and discuss literature here, making it a place where many students linger.

Yun Xirou said, "Wangyue Tower? That is where scholars and writers gather. I am a girl, and my father has never allowed me to set foot there."

Although she said this, she couldn't help but be curious about what the place where scholars gathered was like.

"Don't worry, young lady. Although there are fewer women there, there are still some. And with you here, no one else can say anything!!"

Xiao Linzi was dressed as a servant in the palace, cleverly concealing his identity as a eunuch, and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"With me here, there is no place in Qingcheng you cannot go!" Xu Yimo smiled faintly, resting his chin on his hand, thinking for a moment and then said, "A friend of mine told me that Wangyue Tower is a rare and elegant place. People gather there every festival. I guess he must be there too."

It's a rare opportunity to go out, so I suggested going to take a look. Fortunately, it's not too late now, and there's still time.

Ah Mo, his friend? She had never heard Ah Mo use the word "friend" to describe someone, so she was a little curious.

Yun Xirou just nodded and followed him on the road without asking any more questions. She would naturally understand when she saw him walking on the road.

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The Moon-Watching Tower stands majestically between heaven and earth, like a mysterious and elegant pavilion.

It has three floors from top to bottom and from inside to outside. Its uniqueness lies in the exquisite hollow design. This tube-style building is ingenious, and each floor exudes a different charm.

When you step into the first floor of Wangyue Tower, the first thing that catches your eye is the neatly arranged four treasures of the study. These dazzling stationery reminds you of the scene of ancient literati writing with their brushes and ink.

However, what really caught the eye was the huge makeshift stage that occupied the center. From a distance, one could see many people sitting together, some in deep thought, some writing furiously, as if they were engaging in a fierce poetry competition.

Some of them frowned, thinking hard about the right words, while others smiled and wrote down what they thought confidently. The whole scene was lively and full of a strong cultural atmosphere.

Going up to the second floor, you will see many precious books quietly displayed here. The bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books, ranging from classic literature to historical biographies.

In addition, there are some pens, inkstones, and papers placed on the desks for students to express their talents at any time. Exquisite calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, embellishing this space full of books.

Poems and words of the predecessors are gathered on it. Standing here and looking at it, it seems that you can feel the accumulation of years and the inheritance of wisdom.

The third floor seems simple, but it is a different world, like a hollow platform. Standing on it, the view is suddenly open. Looking down from this angle, the whole Moon Watching Tower is in full view.

This design not only increases the sense of transparency of the pavilion, but also provides an excellent viewing point, making people linger here.

"No wonder they say they are not afraid of too many literati, but afraid of literati gathering together?! This scene will take them a lot of effort. The tea business of Wangyue Tower must be very good."

Yun Xirou felt that her ears had never been quiet since she stepped into this place. This floor was the noisiest and had the most people.

"These people can talk about this for days and nights. Sometimes I wonder how good their breakfast is. They don't even feel hungry!"

Xu Yimo shook his head helplessly, glanced at the group of people around him, and took her straight to the second floor without saying a word.

Seeing this group of people spitting out saliva from their arguments, they became more and more excited, and their spirits became even higher.

I didn't see the person I wanted to see, so I guessed he must be upstairs. I ignored the crowd and went up to the second floor.

On the second floor, each study room has a collection of books, as well as partitions and tea. There are wooden bookcases separating them, and you can hear the sounds next to them from time to time.

Yun Xirou heard a cheerful female voice, which sounded a little embarrassed, but also a little mischievous.

"Brother Nanzhi, how about my poem? Could you give me some pointers?!"

The girl had her hair up, tied with a crown, without any hair accessories, and was wearing a crimson military uniform. She was not very old and looked about the same age as Xin Zhu, but her voice did not sound like someone from the capital.

"Miss He, please stop making things difficult for your own brother! He's your own brother, and you're still doing this even though you know he doesn't like poetry?!"

The person who spoke had his eyes covered with white silk. His tone was light, but his voice did not sound decadent at all, and it even sounded a bit doting.

"Look at this girl. She is clearly trying to embarrass me by insisting on coming to the Moon Watching Tower to gain experience. She is even willing to sacrifice her own brother's reputation."

The man sitting next to the girl must be his brother. He is also wearing a red military uniform and a scarlet headband, and looks like a lively and cheerful young man.

"Brother Yan, why are you standing on my brother's side and speaking for him? Father always said that you should read more books. Apart from a few military books, you don't even know a word of other poetry!"

After saying this, Miss He turned around and took the painting, walking back and forth on the middle wooden board.

The more these three people are together, the less they look like they are here to recite poems or compose couplets. Instead, they look like they are here to fight and seek revenge with their friend who has "poor eyesight".

Even though this place was decorated like a place for banished immortals to practice seclusion, with the fragrance of tea wafting in the air, it could not conceal the temperament of the brother and sister.

Seeing Xu Yimo supporting the person in his arms and finding a place to sit down, the girl put down the scroll with unknown writing on it and asked in surprise: "Who are you?! Are you looking for someone? Did you find the wrong place?!"

As he said this, he was thinking that if he got to the wrong place, she could still help point the way, which would be just a matter of convenience.

"I'm here to visit a good friend. I don't want to reveal my name. Yan Junhan, it's been a long time since we last met. It's been five years since we last met, I guess."

Xu Yimo's expression was always indifferent. Except for a slight smile when he looked at Yun Xirou, he looked at everyone else the same.

When the man with his eyes covered with white silk heard this, the teacup in his hand froze and he actually knocked it over on the table. He wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he could only utter a faint "hmm".

The man in red was shocked when he saw this. He suddenly stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he had no intention of revealing his whereabouts, he just bowed respectfully.

"Brother, they?" Although the girl was puzzled, she still followed her brother and bowed, her etiquette was a little immature.

Yan Junhan couldn't see, but he seemed to know that he had brought her with him. Yun Xirou felt that this man had some abilities and recalled some rumors in Beijing.

If I'm not mistaken, this Yan Junhan is the half-brother of the man who 'stole melons to have a child'. As a descendant of the Marquis of Jingping, his status as a bastard was much lower in the past.

It is said that his mother was an unknown maid in the mansion. She died when he was born. His stepmother was indifferent to him and allowed him to be bullied by the people in the mansion.

When he was a child, he suffered humiliation alone in his home. There was not even a quilt in the house during the cold winter. Sometimes he was too cold to sleep at night, so he would get up and think about practicing some kung fu.

Unfortunately, he had no talent in this area. Some people said that no matter how much he practiced, he would never become a master. He himself was not angry. With the purpose of not freezing himself to death, he continued to practice day after day.

Uh...his elder brother didn't like to wield swords and guns, and thought he was too noisy in the house, so he threw a few books at him and told him that as long as he understood the books, he would become a master.

It was originally a joke, but unexpectedly his talent was discovered, allowing him to learn poetry and prose by accident without any teacher.

Later, when the palace was selecting companions for studies, all the sons of noble families, whether legitimate or illegitimate, had to be present. His talent was noticed and he was kept in the palace as a companion for studies.

"Ahem... Yi Mo, you... have never been to a place like this before. You actually have such a refined taste today. I have to take care of your safety no matter what."

Yan Junhan coughed lightly, stood up and bowed in his direction. In addition to a hint of surprise, there was also unstoppable worry in his words.

He Nanzhi said respectfully: "If it's not too late, I'll take you back, Master and Madam. I'm He Nanzhi, and this is my younger sister Nanxun."

"The general's return to Beijing this time shows that General Pingyuan has seen the situation clearly and has come to help." Xu Yimo nodded slightly, and he also understood what General Pingyuan meant from his words: "Thank you very much."

Who is General Pingyuan? ! He is a general stationed on the banks of the Huai River. He has been leading troops outside for many years. He has the strongest navy in the world under his command. In the past, he was there to guard against Nan Xiao's navy.

Later, when the war was over and the two countries signed a treaty, he was already old, and said at the time: "I want to stay by the river and fish. I'd better not go back to the place where power is concentrated."

Now, he actually wants his two children to return to Beijing, leaving his wife alone by his side. In fact, he also has some intention of entrusting his children to his care.

His life as a parent has come to an end, but the lives of his two children cannot stop by the Huai River, and he must always keep something in mind for his children.

Sure enough, after hearing Xu Yimo's words, it was as if he had heard a promise. He was naturally very happy, and then immediately said: "I should fulfill my duty, why bother to thank you."

"You guys have something to discuss?! Why don't we just leave first?! I just want to find a few books, could you please help me find some?"

Yun Xirou guessed that they might have something to say, most likely about the incident with the late emperor. Although she was inconvenienced these days, Xia Mo was not idle either. She asked Xiao Linzi about some of the events of the past.

Knowing that this person is one of his companions, and hearing his kind tone, Xu Yimo must be the friend he is looking for, and he thinks nothing will happen. Perhaps he can also ask this Miss He what she knows, after all, it seems that she and Yan Junhan are quite familiar with each other.

When Yun Yurou stood up, she whispered in his ear: "Amo, do what you want to do. I know you won't show mercy."

She knew that there were some things he had to do and she couldn't stop him, but she just hoped that he would let go of his worries after he finished.

"Ah, oh. Okay then." Seeing his brother being so respectful, He Nanxun naturally did not dare to slack off. The two of them wandered around the library on the second floor. Fortunately, some of the places were indeed empty.

After the two of them left, Xu Yimo spoke first: "If you don't come to see me, I have to come to see you. Haven't you found Zichang's whereabouts? Is he okay now?"

"He's not well. Two of his ribs are broken. My people have only found him now. He's in Hua's house, but I don't have any evidence. Will you believe me and him?!"

Yan Junhan's fingers were tightly gripping the teacup, almost breaking the porcelain. He felt a little nervous, but also a little self-deprecating.

When did he become afraid? What was he afraid of? Afraid that Xu Yimo had changed, that being with a king was like being with a tiger, that he would no longer believe in himself like before?

When he was a child, he always fell behind in his studies when he was not feeling well. I did my best to take care of him and worried about him.

But since when did he start to worry that he would end up like Zichang? Perhaps it was when Xu Yimo discovered that he had once liked the eldest princess that his thoughts were exposed to His Majesty.

It was as if there were no naked secrets at all, and the next moment he would find out that he had been jealous of the doctor, jealous that the man had all the love of the eldest princess.

How did Yan Junhan discover this? It was when the doctor first diagnosed the emperor's pulse that he discovered that the way she looked at him was different.

Even though he knew this secret, he never revealed it at all, simply because that was the person the eldest princess cared about.

"I believe you, because of your eyes, I will naturally believe you. But I don't believe him. It is true that he loves my eldest sister-in-law, and the poison did pass through his hands."

As Xu Yimo spoke, his eyes moved downwards. His slender fingers held a cup of tea, and he watched the rise and fall of the tea leaves quietly.

Because you were willing to use these eyes to extend my brother's life for a while, even if it was just for a moment, you did it without hesitation.

"No matter what role he played, I cannot forgive him. But I will not hurt Zichang, because I promised my brother to spare his life, no matter what, and my brother believed in him."

Hearing this, Yan Junhan sighed, loosened the teacup in his hand, and said: "Your words are enough, I will take Zichang away. Don't worry, he will never appear in front of you. With He Nanzhi here, we will definitely take him down!"