Dugong is polite, Xiaosheng can't stand it

They came all the way to Tongxia Pass, riding horses, covered with wind and dust, the scholar who had exhausted his physical strength for many days finally couldn't hold it anymore, his face was so pale and ugly, if he walked for half a day, he might not be able to stand it anymore.

The scholar dismounted, and the guard took the horse away. Someone changed the cloak for him. When he walked to a room, the scholar walked in, only to find that there was a bath with hot water in it, and a change of clothes beside it.

He picked up the clothes, light blue texture, Su embroidery, elegant, it's not like Xue Yu, Xue Yu never cared what he, a scholar, would wear.

During the days when I lived in Xue's mansion, the clothes and so on were all the clothes that the scholar wanted to wear. There were some better ones, and there were also coarse clothes.

How come now, when maybe swords and swords should be facing each other, Xue Yu has done something unexpected, not like him, really not like him.

The scholar changed the clothes he had prepared, and the more he couldn't figure out the connection, the more interesting he was. After changing the clothes, he went to another courtyard with others.

But Xue Yu stood in the courtyard with his back to him. Today he was wearing a snow satin soft silk dress with dark silver lines. He looked gentle and elegant without losing his majesty.

The scholar only felt that every step towards him was suffering, how could he pretend that nothing had happened, he clenched his hands slightly and walked forward.

When he first stepped into the courtyard, Xue Yu just turned around. The moment he turned around, the scholar's heart stopped suddenly, and his eyes looking at Xue Yu also instantly avoided. waves.

But Xue Yu raised his head slightly as if he didn't care, and looked at the branches that had just sprouted.

"Master Zhao is here."

His tone was no longer polite and alienated, and the shadow of swords and swords could be detected in his words.

This should be the way they should get along with each other, every step of the way, every step of the way.

The scholar also has self-knowledge, how can he, a young official on the road, be able to defeat the emperor's confidant, the Dugong.

"It's been a long time since the last farewell. I wonder how is Lord Dugong?"

Xue Yu looked back at the branches, nodded slightly, his eyes shifted, and said lightly: "It's very good."

The door of the room in the courtyard is guarded, even if Xue Yu is here, they are guarding the door of that room, and they must be able to overwhelm Xue Yu in terms of power.

But there are a few people in the world who can overwhelm Xue Yu, even if his official rank is higher than him, with Xue Yu's arrogant temperament, there are not many people who can make him willing to back down so far.

Scholars don't guess anymore, there is only one such person in the world.

"Master Zhao, please come in."

Xue Yu took a step forward and asked, "What about the humble minister?"

The person who came to deliver the message looked down at Duzhu Xue in embarrassment, bent down, and saluted: "Master Dugong, please stay, this time only Master Zhao is announced."

The scholar brushed the two of them with his clothes, stepped up the steps, and said to the messenger: "Thank you."

The man hurriedly lowered his head to lead the way, while the scholar followed him forward, Xue Yu stared at the scholar's back, his dark eyes deepened a bit.

"Lord Zhao, it's extremely cold in the heights, so please take care of yourself and don't catch cold."

His warning was a little bit colder than the cool night wind, which made the scholar who was getting further and further away pause for a moment, and his thin back could hardly match the Su embroidered brocade dress.

Xue Yu also hoped that the scholar would turn around jokingly, and run towards him with a smile like the usual unscrupulous scholar.

However, no, scholars don't do that.

The scholar didn't turn around, but just lowered his head slightly, nodded, and replied indifferently: "I like the cold and fear the heat, maybe I will like to climb high and look far, but thank you, Lord Du, for your concern."

After finishing speaking, the scholar quickened his pace and left.

The scholar also didn't dare to look back, he couldn't bear to hate him, but he couldn't tolerate him either.

The room was neatly and tidily arranged, as soon as you enter the room, you will be greeted by a warm fragrance, and the clean fragrance is not something that ordinary people can use.

This is a study room, and the candlelight flickered twice inexplicably, as if telling the people in the room that someone was coming.

The candlelight hit the man's body, the man was only dressed deeply, and the candlelight was not bright enough, but he could still see the appearance of the faucet embroidered with gold thread on the black satin of the man.

It was the first time that the scholar could clearly see the appearance of this man. He was in his 30s, considered young, but the eyes of this emperor were far from those of a 30-year-old. Greedy, domineering, and ambitious, what an emperor should look like.

The scholar knelt down, saluted and kowtowed: "My humble minister, Zhao Jun, see Your Majesty."

"Free from courtesy and flatten your body." Gao Zhi put down the book in his hand unhurriedly, he had already heard of the scholar.

To make the king of a country care about him, how can a small official like a scholar have such an honor, Gao can only know this person, and it should be thanks to Xue Yu.

"Zhao Xianqing first made great contributions to disaster relief in Changping City, and then solved the flood and plague disaster in Rong'an City. His achievements are remarkable."

The scholar lowered his eyes slightly, and he didn't think there was anything to be proud of about it. He stepped on someone else's life to ascend to the top, and in his opinion, this was not a great achievement.

With a calm expression on his face, he muttered nonchalantly what should belong to a courtier: "This is the duty of the humble minister, and it is my honor to be able to relieve the worries of the Holy One."

"Fortunately? The county magistrate of Rong'an City once reported that Zhao Xianqing was infected with the plague and was able to stay so intact. Is it the blessing of God, or is it due to man-made things?"

Gao Zhi stared at him, and the scholar only felt that the scorching gaze was on him. This was just Gao Zhi testing him, or testing Xue Yu.

"It's a blessing from the heavens that the humble minister can escape the plague this time, and it's also a blessing made by man."

Gao Zhi went to the case and asked again, "How do you say that?"

"Reporting to the Holy Majesty, this time I escaped from the plague, it must be God who blessed the Southern Zhou Dynasty, thus protecting my mere life, and I should also thank the doctor Luo for saving me, so that I can survive the illness. "

The scholar's words are ambiguous, rather than a false negation, it is so vague that it is difficult to determine whether it is true or false.

Gao Zhi said straightforwardly: "I heard that Zhao Xianqing has a close relationship with Xue Yu, I didn't expect that such a lonely person like him would put down his airs to get along with others."

The contact is very close, the scholar's slightly drooping eyelids moved slightly, he wanted to admit this relationship, but unfortunately, it was not like this, it is impossible for him and Xue Yu to have close contacts, and even to meet each other in battle.

"Your Majesty's words are serious. I recklessly said that even though I know Lord Xue, I can't be considered close friends. They are just acquaintances."

"Really." Gao Zhi walked towards him step by step, and the scholar also sensed that the momentum around him was approaching him, and the pressure was both a threat and a warning.

The scholar stood there motionless. There was nothing good about him as a scholar, but he would never give in half a step when he was unwilling to wrong him. Just like now, even though he was suppressed by such arrogance, he was calm, his expression was calm, and his eyes were even more serious. peaceful.

On the contrary, it made Gao Zhi understand why Xue Yu wanted to hold on to a young scholar who came from a remote area. Compared with those people, it was indeed more interesting, but it was not special.

Gao Zhi came to his side and stopped, turned his head slightly, and suddenly said: "Xue Yu was once the emperor's favorite minister, he was quite appreciated by the late emperor, even his name was bestowed by the late emperor, there is a small country in the east, The offering treasure is as flawless as snow, named Xueyu."

When the scholar heard this, he was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and met Gao Zhi's gaze, the scholar suddenly lowered his eyes, bowed his body slightly, and saluted: "Excuse me, I'm afraid, I don't know why the Holy Majesty talked about this with me. thing?"

Gao Zhi sneered: "Afraid? But I don't think you have any signs of fear?"

(29) Strangers

The scholar's expression was calm, no one would really believe him if he was said to be terrified.

"Xue Yu is not heartless, but ruthless. He kept you until now, but he made the boring life a little more fun."

Every word Gao Zhi said fell on the scholar's heart. He had to admit that he always unconsciously listened to a sentence or two of Xue Yu's words, and he always listened to these things in his heart.

The governor of the East Factory, cruel to virtuous ministers, sycophants and thieves, the great enemy of the world.

This is Xue Yu in the eyes of the world.

Xue Yu's current situation was not due to his human nature alone. The scholar clenched his hands. Should he blame Xue Yu? Yes, but he was reluctant after all, that's why he got to the point where he lost his mind.

The scholar lowered his eyes halfway, unwilling to admit it: "Being ruthless or unfeeling, he didn't make the decision at the beginning, didn't he, all of this was just being forced to make such a choice."

Gao just laughed lightly, unable to tell what he was laughing at, he said: "It's a choice, whether it's forced or voluntary, his nature is a foregone conclusion."

"I never thought he would change, and I never complained about his cruelty."

The scholar still looks like he doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, which makes Gao Zhi even more funny, but he has seen this kind of person a lot, and he is willing to be like Xue Yu. If there are too many people like Xue Yu, a scholar is nothing.

However, Gao Zhi wants to know how this matter can develop, and to what extent it can develop.

He raised his hand, put it on the scholar's shoulder, lowered it lightly, and pressed it heavily again.

Gao Zhi asked: "So, have you thought about your path?"

The scholar raised his head slightly, and looked at Gao Zhi—Emperor Yanfeng of the Southern Zhou Dynasty. The color in the emperor's eyes was as thick as ink that could not be melted, and he couldn't see clearly what was hidden in it, ambition, danger.

The hand on the shoulder was well-knit and vigorous, his shoulder blade was a bit painful from being held, and that arm couldn't exert any strength.

The scholar just smiled, but his pale cheeks, which were not considered handsome, became a little more colorful because of this smile.

"Can a useless scholar be lucky enough to become a pawn of the Holy Majesty?"

"As long as I think about it, you will be under one person and above ten thousand people."

Gao Zhi's voice rang in his ears, and the scholar couldn't help laughing, laughing at himself, and laughing at that sentence, one person is below ten thousand people