Father is on top, I was wrong

The so-called "Beautiful Color Library" is a small room, sandwiched between all the red buildings on Furong Street, it is inconspicuous, but there is an endless stream of customers every day.

The store owner was not enthusiastic either, leaning lazily against the corner with a three-legged stool.

There is a line of words hanging in the middle: one copy of three papers, four books of ten papers, no bargaining and no credit.

When Xiao Gui and Li Ling walked in, the store owner didn't even lift his head, his eyes were squinted as if he was dozing off.

Xiao Gui's tall figure made it difficult to move among the densely packed bookshelves. He took out a few books and flipped through them casually. Without exception, they were all obscene words, and the illustrations were unsightly.

I searched for a long time, but I didn't see Wen Wujue's.

Li Ling poked the shopkeeper rudely, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Hey, hey, wake up."

"Dead person, what's your name?" The store owner was a middle-aged woman, with rouge that didn't suit her age, and an exaggerated and bright flower hairpin pinned to her hair.

Li Ling glanced coldly across her body, and the woman had goose bumps all over her body for no reason.

There are often high-ranking officials and dignitaries in this place, and the woman has already cultivated a pair of piercing eyes that can read people's winks. Think about the high-pitched voice just now, like the voice of an eunuch?

From the palace?

The woman changed her face in an instant, and said with a smile: "Yo, which family's young master is this? I haven't woken up just now, and my eyeballs are muddy. If you speak rudely, the official is not to blame."

Li Ling snorted coldly, "It is said that you have all kinds of books here, why have you been reading for a long time and didn't see some people?"

As soon as the woman listened to her words, her mind was clear, and she only asked in a low voice: "Is there anyone we don't have here, who does your lord want?"

Li Ling said sadly, "Wen Wujue."

The woman laughed, her head trembling with flower hairpins, "I wonder who it is, so why don't we have a prime minister who looks better than Pan An? Most of the young men who are full of blood are begging for his words. It is us It's the best seller here."

Boys?

Xiao Gui's eyes turned cold, his gloomy gaze swept over, the smile on the woman's mouth froze immediately, and the words that followed were swallowed back into her stomach.

Never seen this boy?With such a handsome face, she shouldn't have no impression.

She hurriedly pulled out the latest script, and said with a courteous smile: "My lord, I just came here yesterday. The best painters painted all of them by the prime minister. Look, how beautiful this painting is."

Xiao Gui picked up a copy with no expression on his face, the person in the painting looked a bit like Wen Wujue after a cursory look.

The first few pages are quite normal, only the dialogue of the characters is a bit sloppy, and the illustrations on the next few pages become unrestrained, disheveled and unrestrained.

He threw the scriptures away with a sad face, doubts arose in his heart, what's the use of young people buying this kind?

Xiao Gui's dull head couldn't understand, so he asked coldly, "What are they buying these for?"

The woman only thought he was curious, so she smiled and said: "Most of these young masters are regular customers of Fuyin Pavilion, and they like to come to us to buy some scripts to add some fun, and the prime minister's words are the most popular among young masters. "

Spice it up?

Li Ling secretly wiped his sweat from the sidelines. This ancestor never cared about such things since he was a child. What happened today?

He worried about leading him to these dubious places, and didn't know how to stop him.

Xiao Gui's complexion turned black inch by inch with the naked eye, and the woman next to him didn't know which sentence offended him, she felt uneasy in her heart, secretly thinking about which nobleman this was, and this posture might have some serious origins.

"Burned."

Xiao Gui spit out two words coolly.

The woman was stunned, and her face was panicked, only then did she realize that this was someone from the prime minister who came here to mess things up.

Li Ling was also slightly taken aback, and then reprimanded in a cold voice, "Did you hear that? Burn it! Everything related to the prime minister will be burned."

"Yes, yes." The woman hurriedly responded, knowing in her heart that she had offended a big man, so she didn't dare to contradict, "This will burn, this will burn."

As he spoke, he took out flint and steel from nowhere, and threw several storybooks into it with a torch.

Li Ling asked her to take out all the previous scripts about Wen Wujue and burn them all.

Seeing that the storybook was wiped out in the swallowing of the tongue of fire, Xiao Gui's expression turned pale.

"If you see Wen Wujue's script again in the future, don't open this library of yours."

The woman shuddered all over.

He stared straight-eyed at the two of them walking out of the library. It is not that there is no one behind the library, but since the store opened, it has never seen such an arrogant customer.

The one from the palace, could it be that one?

Didn't you hear that he was at odds with the prime minister?

After leaving the library, Li Ling wandered around behind Xiao Gui, just about to persuade the ancestor to return to the palace, when he saw a familiar carriage parked opposite, and a man in a deep purple official robe got off.

Taking a closer look, it was Xue Sizhong.

Xiao Gui squinted his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken, he was not surprised to see him enter Fuyin Pavilion familiarly, and the people inside greeted him with smiles, obviously they were old regulars.

What did Xue Sizhong go to Fuyin Pavilion for?Read his father's words?

He felt sick.

After a pause, Xiao Gui turned around and entered a small alley, walked around to the back of Fuyin Pavilion, stopped under a high wall, looked around, seemed to be thinking about something.

Li Ling followed behind, his eyelids twitching, thinking that if the late emperor knew that this ancestor was visiting this kind of place, he would have to come and skin him at midnight.

He cautiously persuaded: "Your Majesty, let's just take a look and go back. If the prime minister finds out about this, I'm afraid it will be another good lesson."

Xiao Gui ignored him, and said, "You wait here."

Then, he jumped onto the top of the wall, looked at it, it was a piece of green grass, and jumped down without hesitation.

"Your Majesty!" Li Ling jumped outside the wall anxiously, but unfortunately he was too old to climb up.

At this moment, there were not many people in Fuyin Pavilion, and they were all probably sleeping.

Xiao Gui hid behind the tree and walked, walked around to the back of the small building, and entered in a flash.

As soon as he entered, he heard the voices of Xue Sizhong and the bustard.

"Hey, Lord Xue, why are you here so early today?"

"What do you mean, are you trying to drive me away?"

"Where is it? It's not that you are busy with business on weekdays, you only come at night, and there is no time to prepare good things for you."

Xue Sizhong waved his hand, "Forget about official business, there are a lot of refugees recently, and that vampire must come looking for me again, so I just hid."

The madam covered her mouth and smiled, of course she knew who the vampire he was talking about was.

"Master Prime Minister only asked you for 10,000+ stones last time, why do you have the nerve to find you?"

Xue Sizhong sneered and said: "He has a thick skin. He heard that he went to Wang's house yesterday, and it must be my house today. It's too late for me to hide."

The old bustard said flatteringly: "If you keep evading it, can he still rob you?"

Xue Sizhong bought himself a glass of wine, "It's impossible, but it's hard to guarantee that he won't play tricks secretly. Don't you suspect that he encouraged your people to sue what happened last time?"

The madam feels unlucky when she thinks about it. The last time she sued Xue Sizhong's son about the rape during the national funeral, it was her servant in Fuyinge. She spent a lot of effort to calm down Xue Sizhong's anger. It's not easy.

"Who says it's not? Even though that boy has something to do with the Wang family, if you think about it carefully, the Wang family didn't get any benefit from this matter. Your lord, you lost 10,000+ stones of grain, but it was Wen Wu who got the benefit. Jue, no matter how you look at it, it looks like he did it."

Xue Sizhong sneered and said, "That's not true."

Thinking that it might be Wen Wujue who did it behind the scenes, intentionally planted it for the Wang family, and took the opportunity to blackmail him for food, he felt depressed in his chest, but there was nothing he could do about him.

The old bustard is used to watching his words and expressions, and when he saw his expression was not good, he was afraid of being angered, so he hurriedly flattered him and said: "My lord, don't let yourself be ruined by such petty anger, you have money and food, what does Wen Wujue have? He wants money and food for wars." Still can't reach out to you?"

Hearing this, Xue Sizhong's face softened a little, showing a sinister smile, "If he takes it, he may not be able to keep it."

The old bustard was startled, "What do you mean by that, my lord?"

Xue Sizhong didn't intend to make it clear, and only revealed a little bit of the end of the sentence, "10,000+ stones, grains and grass are not afraid of eating too much. I can guess where I can't finish eating."

……

The sky outside Fuyin Pavilion was gloomy, with dark clouds hanging over the head, and seeing a heavy rain was about to hit, the cold wind made people shiver.

Li Ling watched Xiao Gui come out with a cold face, got on his horse without saying a word, and went straight to the north city gate.

It was almost dusk, the long street was deserted, two horses were galloping one after the other, Li Ling was lying on the horse, enduring the cold wind blowing into his nose and nose, chasing after Xiao Gui, cursing in his heart.

At the north gate of Bianjing, under the majestic city tower, waves of refugees gathered at this time.

The body is all tattered, yellow and thin, old and weak, women and children, and there are mournful cries mixed in.

The soldiers guarding the city took turns patrolling, pulling out one or two emaciated corpses from under the wall from time to time, wrapping them in straw mats, loading them into vehicles and dragging them away.

Wen Wujue held a newborn baby in his arms, his eyes were full of sadness, his robes were stained, and he stood on one side, supervising the construction of a temporary shelter by the Imperial Army.

Tang Yu, who was standing next to him, wiped away tears secretly, "It really stinks of rich people's wine and meat, and there are frozen bones on the road. I am deeply ashamed of wearing a black gauze hat on my head."

Wen Wujue said with a calm face: "Run Zhi has this kind of heart, and he is already much better than many people who eat vegetarian food."

Tang Yu teased the baby in his arms, "I'm afraid this child is starving, and he didn't cry for a long time, just looking at the dying."

This baby was an abandoned baby they picked up under the city gate. The mother died of hunger and cold, but the baby in her arms was still alive when it was found.

"It should be frozen."

Wen Wujue stretched out his hand to pull down the cloak, ready to wrap the child tighter, when suddenly he felt a tingling pain in his arm, extending down from his shoulder.

His elbow softened, and the child immediately fell down.

He was startled, and wanted to reach out to pick it up, but found that there was no strength in his hand.

In the next moment, there was a rapid sound of reining in the horse, and a figure suddenly pressed over and picked up the child lightly.

"Father Xiang is old, can't the child hold him?"

Wen Wujue raised his head, it was Xiao Gui who came here at some time.

Xiao Gui looked at the sickly child, and teased, "Father Xiang, is this your child?"