Dongdu Pavilion Case Record

"Where is that arrow?" Tang Jingxiao asked.

Several people looked at each other, and the last disciple of Dongdu Pavilion who was standing there said: "That day after Pavilion Master Tang and Wen Daochang left, Mr. Pu ordered us to burn the arrows, saying it was bad luck."

Tang Wuyi took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Pu doesn't want us to get involved." In the mourning hall, a gust of wind blew, and the flames of the incense candles flickered, which seemed to be Mr. Pu's response.It was already time to hold the lanterns, a crescent moon was hanging in the sky, and the clouds were faintly indistinct.

"Brother, you have been guarding for two days. I will come to guard tonight." After all, Tang Jingxiao happened to be in the pavilion on the day Mr. Pu committed suicide. When the incident happened suddenly, Tang Jingxiao hurriedly sent someone to notify Tang Wuyi, and at the same time Undertake funerals.Mr. Pu has no relatives and no one to rely on, and he has teachers from the Tang family and the disciples in the pavilion. Tang Jingxiao, as the head of the Tang family, naturally has to guard the spirit.Originally he still had military affairs to do in Luoyang, because Mr. Pu's matter was on leave, and now he has been guarding the funeral for two days. , although Mr. Pu has kindness to Tang, he is not his blood relative after all, and Tang Wuyi should guard him tonight due to emotion and reason.

Tang Jingxiao waved his hands and said, "Mr. Pu is a genius but has a rough life experience. Our Tang family has practiced martial arts for generations. If it weren't for a coincidence, how could we have won Mr. Pu's favor? Thanks to him for not giving up. In the past 20 years, my Tang family has been unable to protect him and allowed him to commit suicide under coercion. I really feel sorry for him, and I have to keep my soul samadhi for three days."

Hearing this, Tang Wuyi felt even more sad, like ten thousand ants devouring his heart, full of grief and anger but didn't know who to send it to, so he had to kneel behind Tang Jingxiao and guard the spirit together.Seeing this, Wen Tao knew that Tang Wuyi felt uncomfortable. Although he was not Mr. Pu's disciple, he had been with Mr. Pu day and night for more than a year. In his heart, Mr. Pu was already like a family member, so he also knelt down silently. The three people in front of the mourning hall Dressed in mourning clothes, the joss sticks in the mourning hall were exhausted little by little, as if they were shining with tears, the candlelight shone on the faces of the three of them, and no one spoke.The night wind in early summer was originally sweltering and hot, but now it was blowing on the three of them, their clothes fluttered gently, and the three of them felt as cool as an ice cave.

When it was time for Kuaizi, Tang Jingxiao, who was kneeling at the front, couldn't hold on and fell down.Tang Wuyi hurried to help him, seeing that his complexion was very bad, probably due to overwork.Although Tang Jingxiao still wanted to persist, he was powerless to prevent Tang Wuyi from asking the disciples of Dongdu Pavilion to help him back to the room to rest.After Tang Jingxiao was helped away, Tang Wuyi naturally knelt at the front. The night was already deep, and only the candlelight in front of the mourning hall flickered in front of Tang Wuyi...

After the three-day vigil is over, there is a funeral and burial as usual.Tang Jingxiao rested overnight. On the second day, he continued to preside over the funeral as the Patriarch of the Tang family. His face was pale, and he didn't seem to have had a good rest.The children of Dongdu Pavilion were all dressed in mourning clothes and lined up in a long line to carry Mr. Pu's coffin from Dongdu Pavilion to outside the city for burial.Mr. Pu once mentioned that he wanted to be buried at the foot of Beiman Mountain in a hundred years. Tang Jingxiao followed Mr. Pu's wish and asked Mr. Pu to be buried in the old site of Tiance Mansion.The wind was strong outside the city, and the raised dust obscured his vision. Tang Wuyi looked at Mr. Pu's tombstone, and his eyes were blurred.In life, the grass grows in spring, it comes like wind and rain, and goes like dust.

After all the dust settled, Tang Jingxiao and the disciples of Dongdu Pavilion returned to Luoyang City.Tang Wuyi didn't want to leave, probably because he hasn't been to Beimang Mountain for a long time, the last time he came was when he solved the Shaolin case, he took Wen Tao to see the place where he grew up.This year has been busy with various cases, and the two of them never had a chance to come here for a drink.Now that Mr. Pu passed away suddenly, Tang Wuyi was once again in the former site of Tiance Mansion, which he was very familiar with, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Tang Yue..." Wen Tao had been standing not far behind Tang Yue, and asked when there was no one around.

Tang Wuyi knew that Wen Tao was worried about him, so he turned to Wen Tao and said, "I'm fine. Here... this is the place where I first met Mr. Pu."

That year Tang Wuyi was just brought back to Tiance, only seven or eight years old, lost all memory, and could not speak Chinese.He was brought to Mr. Pu by Tang You. At that time, Mr. Pu was still a handsome young man, but he was lonely, with unspeakable worries in the corners of his eyes. He was dressed in a dark blue cloth of simple style, which made his complexion paler.He looked at Tang Wuyi and saw that the child's eyes were like sparks, so he accepted the student.From then on, Mr. Pu taught Tang Wuyi little by little the enlightenment, literacy, Four Books and Five Classics, historical biography, and poetry.Tang Wuyi was naughty when he was young, and he loved to throw guns and sticks. There were countless times when he refused to practice calligraphy and memorization, but Mr. Pu strictly disciplined him to prevent him from being lazy.He was also once puzzled, and asked Mr. Pu why he was still a professor with all his money when he was clearly not the best in qualifications and didn't want to take the imperial examination. Mr. Pu didn't answer, but just stared at him with his usual indifferent eyes. He, for a long time, brewed a pot of tea for himself, and Ren Tang Wuyi's question melted into the wavy tea fragrance.

"When did Mr. Pu join the Tang family? I heard that he was once the youngest prince and Taifu." Wen Tao asked softly after listening.

"I don't know the exact time when he entered the Tang family." Tang Wuyi frowned, "I only know that Mr. has just reached the weak crown, and he shined in the palace examination, and his sharpness was second to none. The first emperor selected Mr. No. [-] in his poems and essays." Later, when I saw that my husband was so young, I was afraid that there would be a lot of discussion, so I chose the second place. The prince at that time was also young and promising, with high spirits, and he hit it off with him in the palace examination. It is said that the two teachers and students have a strong relationship, and even eat and sleep together. I think the prince is the most proud student of the master, unlike me, who is always ineffective."

"You don't need to underestimate yourself. Mr. Pu is willing to accept you. He also said in his last letter that You Xixi saw you grow up, with a literary and martial arts strategy. He must be proud of you. However, according to what you said, since the first prince How can you meet with Mr. Pu and sin against the late emperor?"

"I don't know the specific reason. I heard that Mr. Pu was the crown prince and tutor for only one or two years. The former crown prince committed a felony. Since then, he lost his love with the late emperor and was imprisoned for several years. As the former crown prince, Mr. Pu Mr. Pu’s mentor was naturally responsible for his inappropriate teaching. The first emperor originally only asked Mr. Pu to be demoted from office, but Mr. Pu’s resignation unexpectedly offended the first emperor and almost made him a commoner. At that time, the adoptive father pleaded for mercy, saying that Tang He has practiced martial arts for generations. If Mr. Pu could condescend to join the Tang family as a teacher, he would be very grateful. In fact, the late emperor also had a heart of cherishing talent, so he agreed to the invitation of his adoptive father. He taught and studied with all his heart and soul for more than ten years."

"So that's how it is..." Wen Tao's depression intensified even more.

In the distance, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, the moonlight is cold and the night is dark.