Don't Forget Everything

"Oh, it's not over yet."

Song Yilin glared at the little fat man: "Don't eat it, just open your mouth and talk about business quickly."

"We don't need to check Fan Rong's identity, the Yamen has already checked."

"Yamen?" Song Yilin didn't doubt the authenticity of the document, if it was fake, it would not be so easy to buy land and houses.Since it was all true, why did the yamen need to check Fan Rong's identity?

The little fat man Dong Huaan took another bite of the steamed stuffed bun, ate it with a sense of rhythm, and nodded: "Well... Originally, a businessman who bought a house was really not worth the government's attention, but guess what, Where has Fan Rong lived since he came to Biancheng?"

"Where do you live? An inn?"

The little fat man shook his head: "Tsk tsk, if there is anything interesting in an inn, he lives in Xinshan Bieyuan outside the city."

"Guo Boyan's Xinshan Courtyard?"

Guo Boyan, a former Yushi Zhongcheng, a veteran of the two dynasties, presided over scientific examinations for many years, it can be said that his disciples spread all over the six departments and three divisions of the imperial court. He returned home a year ago and returned to Biancheng. He felt that the city was too noisy, so he went to the city. I bought a house outside, and I got an inscription written by His Majesty, Xinshan Bieyuan.

The once powerful imperial censor Zhongcheng was still admired by all the people after resigning from office and returning to his hometown. The masters of the Futai had to be humble and respectful when they saw it, and called him Old Guo, but when they came to Song Yilin, they called him by his first name. It must be disdain and contempt.

Fatty Dong Hua'an was also a little surprised when he saw Song Yilin's appearance. Song Yilin was usually joking and joking, and rarely treated people like this, but he didn't know how Mr. Guo offended him?It's so strange, even if he wanted to offend, it was Song Yilin who offended him, right?

But these are all irrelevant, Dong Huaan didn't delve into it, and continued: "Yes! Exactly! After Mr. Guo Zhongcheng returned to his hometown, there were always many literati and celebrities visiting, which is nothing unusual, but this Fan Rong is clearly just Isn’t it strange that a businessman is regarded as a guest of honor by Mr. Guo?”

Song Yilin couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and snatched half of the meat bun from the little fat man's hand: "Can you finish the sentence in one breath?!"

"Oh! Give it back to me!" The little fat man snatched back half of his steamed stuffed bun, stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it in three or two bites, and patted his round belly with satisfaction, then said, " Jinxiu Fang is supported by King Rui, and this Fan Rong is naturally a member of King Rui. There are rumors in the court that His Majesty intends to invite Mr. Guo back to the court, and King Rui is probably here to show his hospitality."

Song Yilin frowned, where did this happen? !How could Xuanjian Villa have anything to do with King Rui?How come the more I investigate, the more unclear this matter becomes?

"Wait, tell me clearly, Fan Rong came from the capital to curry favor with Guo Boyan in the name of doing business?"

"Putting to Guo Boyan is my guess."

"Can you not guess randomly?"

"Okay, I'll just say I found it. Fan Rong bought a house, and recently added household items. He asked Mr. Guo to mention the house, and Yue went to the government office to send an invitation. The magistrate is invited to the banquet in three days."

"Going to a banquet? What kind of banquet are you going to? The pots, pans and pans are all bought today. What kind of banquet? What kind of banquet?"

Fatty Dong Huaan went out all afternoon, why did he bring back strange news, none of which made sense?Hearing this, Song Yilin's head hurts.

"What banquet are you going to? Qionglin banquet. Not only the prefect, but also Mr. Guo, not only Mr. Guo, but also literati, scholars, dignitaries and dignitaries from Xuzhou, Yuzhou, and Qinzhou. Not only that, Wuwangzhai also received The two girls, Suiyu and Xiyun, each had one invitation card, and the other was handed to Wei Shao, but Wei Shao threw it away without even looking at it."

"..." Song Yilin touched his forehead, he felt a headache, very painful.

Seeing Song Yilin's frowning and pained face, Dong Hua'an not only laughed, but also said, "This is not over yet!"

"What else? If you want to say it, just say it. If you don't say it, shut up!" Song Yilin didn't want to hear it anymore. Dong Huaan didn't help him sort out his thoughts at all, but instead sent him a lawsuit.

"Don't worry, there's something else you want to know." Dong Hua'an still wanted to show off, but Song Yilin was about to leave, so she hurriedly pulled him back, "Hey, let me tell you! A literati from Sanzhou They all received invitations, including Mr. Wen."

Wen Ran? !

Song Yilin's eyes widened, with an unbelievable shock on his face.

"Yeah, Mister Wen!"

A month ago, Song Yilin went to Xuzhou, he didn't know anything about the invitation, and Wen Ran never mentioned a single word.

After Song Yilin was shocked, she hopped away and rushed home.

***

Wen Ran was writing family letters for someone in front of the calligraphy booth, and he always wrote wrong words in a trance. Fortunately, the person was illiterate and couldn't read it, but Wen Ran stopped writing.

"Mr. Wen? What's the matter?"

"Ah, nothing, just keep talking."

"Oh... Hey, where did I just say?"

Song Yilin suddenly ran to the writing booth and said to the neighbor, "Sorry, I'm sorry, there is something urgent at home, please come back tomorrow."

"Brother Song?" Wen Ran was surprised when he saw Song Yilin, and asked, "Why are you back?"

"Let's go, let's go home and talk."

Song Yilin collected Wen Ran's calligraphy booth, and ran away with Wen Ran.Wen Ran looked back at the neighbors who had been left in place and were still stunned, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Only this time, Song Yilin dragged Wen Ran home, not in a hurry to play a scoundrel.

"What's wrong with you? What's the matter?" Wen Ran saw Song Yilin's dignified expression, and his heart sank.

"Invitation, did you receive an invitation a month ago?"

"Invitation card? Did you have it... What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Wen Ran frowned and said, "The place written on the invitation is Lihua Lane, Chunxi Street, west of the city, Fan Mansion. How can there be such a place? I don't know who sent it, so I threw it away."

"Really throw it away?"

"Well, I threw it away and ignored it. What happened?"

Song Yilin pulled Wen Ran back to the room, and rummaged through Wen Ran's various books.

Wen Ran was quite frightened by Song Yilin's appearance, so he helped to find it: "The invitation card is made of red satin, with bronzing pattern, it is very elegant, and the characters are very good, so I am not willing to throw it away."

Song Yilin suddenly smiled helplessly, Wen Ran didn't throw away the invitation, so it turned out to be a copybook.

Not long after, Song Yilin found the invitation card from Wen Ran's pile of copybooks, opened it, and found that the time for the banquet was three days later.

"What's the matter with this invitation card?" Wen Ran didn't wait for Song Yilin to ask, he recalled it first, and said to Song Yilin, "That day, a boy came to the writing booth and told me to deliver this invitation card to me. Who asked him to send it, he said it was Master Fan, but he couldn’t find out who this Master Fan was. Since there is no Fan Manor, and I don’t know who it is, I didn’t take it to heart.”

Song Yilin closed the invitation, looked up at Wen Ran, stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Ran to sit beside him, frowned and said, "You didn't tell me about such a strange thing, it's not that you didn't take it to heart, but because you were afraid that I would worry about it." .”

Song Yilin suddenly felt deeply guilty at this moment. He thought that the little life between him and Wen Ran was peaceful, quiet and pleasant, but since Qin Tang came, he realized that he was wrong. Instead of taking good care of Wenran, he always made him frightened, but Wenran has been silently protecting him.

Wen Ran smiled suddenly, picked up Song Yilin's cheek, lightly pecked Song Yilin's forehead, and comforted him: "There is no such thing. It's just a trivial matter. It's just because I forgot, nothing else. It's you You ran back suddenly in a hurry, what happened? How did you know about the invitation?"

Song Yilin briefly explained the matter to Wen Ran, omitting Wei Chuyue's current predicament, and only said that Wei Chuyue ordered him to check the house, which implicated the subsequent mess.

The more Wen Ran listened, the more confused he became, and he pondered for a long time before he said: "The person who sent the invitation didn't say anything, and the door plaque of Fan's mansion has not been hung, and the people who received the invitation are probably still at a loss. If it can be done, I'm afraid there will be people coming in the next few days."

Song Yilin nodded, it makes sense, if you want to sneak in, you can take this opportunity.But Song Yilin didn't want Wenran to be in danger, the best way was to pretend to be the magistrate's entourage, which was not eye-catching and easy to move.

Song Yilin was thinking about it when Wen Ran suddenly squeezed his hands: "I'll go."

"Ok?"

"You must be thinking right now, don't implicate me in this matter."

"I..." Song Yilin retorted speechlessly, but Wen Ran's guess was right.

Wen Ran fixedly looked at Song Yilin, very unhappy.

Song Yilin said with a flattering smile: "Um, little fat man said, Guo Boyan also received the invitation, if you go, I'm afraid you will be unhappy."

Hearing Guo Boyan's three words, Wen Ran's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, which was piercingly cold.