The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

"It's dry, be careful with candles!"

Second watch.

Zhang Huaiyu straightened up from the desk. After all, he was very old, and he was somewhat overwhelmed by staying up late at work.The neck was so stiff that it didn't belong to me, the old waist throbbed and hurt, and the eyelids seemed to be glued together and couldn't be opened.

"Hula" the window of the study was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind.

Feeling dizzy from sleepiness, Zhang Huaiyu pinched the bridge of her nose, knocked her eyes and groped to close the window familiarly, only when her hand touched the wooden edge, her spirit immediately shook—there was no wind blowing outside at all.

Turning around in a hurry, as expected, there was a thin young man standing in front of the desk.

Looking around for no one, Zhang Huaiyu fixed the window bolts, pouted angrily, "I'm too old to be scared like this! Qibao, can't you pick a good time?"

"You are working during the day, and going to the banquet later, only midnight is the most convenient." Qibao adhered to his characteristic of being concise and to the point.

Everything he said was reasonable, and Zhang Huaiyu couldn't refute it, and the complaints thrown out were thrown back as they were. It's useless to say that it's better to go straight to the point: "My lord, what are your orders this time?"

Qibao nodded, and took out a slightly larger envelope from his arms: "Master Zhang, my lord asked me to give it to you!"

I thought it was a handwritten letter, but when I opened it, I found that there was only a picture of green bamboo folded squarely inside.

"Bamboo forest?" Zhang Huaiyu raised his voice, paused for a while and opened his mouth to ask again: "Does the lord have anything to say?"

"This painting is Tibetan bamboo." There is a lot of words but not more than half a word.

"Tibetan Bamboo... Bamboo Forest... Tibetan Bamboo... Bamboo Forest..."

The painting had already been delivered, Qibao didn't want to worry about whether the obedient people could understand Zhao Wangye's meaning, he cupped his hands and hurriedly said: "This is what the Wang Ye wants to tell Mr. Zhang, if there are some miscellaneous matters in Zhenyuan Temple, Qibao will leave first."

Zhang Huaiyu stared at the green bamboo picture in a daze, and replied casually: "I'm sorry!"

From midnight until dawn, Zhang Huaiyu's confusion was not resolved much.Hidden bamboo in the bamboo grove, does it mean that there are spies mixed up among Zhao Wang's party, or that Han Qi wants him to use the convenience of Jin Wang's side to find out the truth.Both conjectures seem plausible, but both lack basis.

Cao Guogong did not respond for a long time, all guesses were just guesses, Zhang Huaiyu carefully put away the drawing paper.

"Congratulations, master," the little Taoist who sent the message presented the exquisitely framed picture scroll with both hands.

Three days after Zhang Huaiyu received the green bamboo picture, Taoist Master Qingfeng of Zhenyuan Temple also received the prince's bamboo picture. Unlike the dense bamboo forest, there is only one bamboo in the whole painting.

The little Taoist didn't feel trembling when facing Lord Zhao at all, and his brows were full of joy: "You have been promoted steadily, and Lord Zhao treats you as highly as ever, master."

"It's true that he didn't say anything else?" Qingfengdao was unfolding the picture scroll, his face slightly less worried.

The little Taoist hooked his waist and lowered his voice: "Master, don't worry, most of the people in the audience are our people. Guo Zigan is in the palace, and Prince Zhao will not know Cao..."

"Shut up!" The "Cao" in the little Taoist's mouth hadn't finished yet, and Daoist Qingfeng's eyes widened and he shouted angrily: "If you talk too much, you will pull out your tongue!"

The winding corridor passes through the white smoke filled with sandalwood, and the expressionless gray-clothed Taoist priest hurried past with bottles and jars of various shapes.Gong Ziyuan frowned, and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve in displeasure: "I don't know how long it will take to reach the main hall."

"Hurry up," the Taoist priest who led the way lowered his head slightly, repeating the same words along the way: "Young Master Yuan, don't worry."

Gong Ziyuan frowned slightly, and smiled forcedly: "The Taoist priest's 'soon' is really a long span."

The Taoist priest ignored his complaints, and led Gong Ziyuan to turn left and right, walking through the huge labyrinth of winding corridors.The same room style, similar rockery pines and cypresses, and even the little boy who hurried past is of average height.The stiff face and the gray Taoist robe made people feel depressed.

About two hours later, the Taoist priest who had been walking with his head sullen suddenly stopped, pointed to the end of the bluestone road and said, "Master is waiting for Mr. Yuan at the Wenxuan Pavilion ahead. Mr. Please!"

"Aren't you going?"

"Pindao still has homework to do and won't be with the young master!"

"Excuse", bluntly exposed, Gong Ziyuan mockingly asked: "I don't mind the delay along the way, why do these two steps affect your homework?"

Not wanting to entangle with Gong Ziyuan any more, the Tsing Yi Taoist made a face carved out of wood and left in a hurry.

Wenxuan Pavilion - black and purple golden nanmu accounts for [-]% of the overall structure, white smoke is constantly floating from the gaps, there is not much immortal energy, but it is more like a big furnace for alchemy.

Gong Ziyuan twitched his lips and smiled secretly: "The wood used to make the coffin to build a house is really extravagant and 'exquisite'!"

"Is Master Yuan here?" Guo Ziqian sat cross-legged on the futon, but couldn't hear a question.

"I hope the national teacher will not be offended by the grass people coming late." Gongzi Yuan held the door frame with one hand, and one foot was still outside the threshold of Wenxuan Pavilion.

Guo Ziqian remained motionless, only slightly opening and closing his lips: "I have invited you here today to discuss something."

"I'm a commoner, what can the national teacher want to discuss with me?" Young Master Yuan smiled lightly, on the surface he didn't care, but all kinds of suspicions arose in his heart.

"It's about the country, it's about livelihood," Guo Ziqian said, "If Mr. Yuan is interested, you might as well listen to the poor."

"It's such a big hat." Young Master Yuan frowned, looked up and down the furnishings in the room, and sneered: "Isn't the national teacher afraid of scaring the villain by saying this? The livelihood of the country and the lives of the people are only for officials and politicians." Worrying things, as a countryman, Gong Ziyuan can at best beat gold and silver jewelry, Guo Guoshi is probably looking for the wrong person!"

His usual stiff expression concealed his embarrassment from irony, and Guo Ziqian calmly said, "Young Master Yuan has to figure this out! Brothers are brothers, and they are always a family. If the leader doesn't want to be the leader, the younger brother might as well push the other Bundle!"

"Push?" Gong Ziyuan took the opportunity to ask the doubt that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time: "Who does Guo Guoshi want to push? They are both brothers, and there is not much difference between distant and close relatives, but the result is not even the slightest difference!"

Apparently he did not expect such a problem, Guo Ziqian looked even more gloomy: "Poverty Dao is a national teacher who wants to help, and naturally he wants to help the emperor share his worries. Who does Mr. Yuan think?"

Gong Ziyuan's jokes deepened: "Cao Guogong is in a stable political situation, and now the Cao family is seriously injured by the case of He Yudiao, it is really difficult to pose much threat to the country. How much benefit will the emperor be in rushing to bring down Cao Guogong now? Guo Guoshi , can’t even figure this out!”

Guo Ziqian's expression was unsteady, and a fine line was cracked on the solidified mask: "Mr. Yuan's words are reasonable, but it's the lack of thoughtfulness of the poor, which makes you laugh."

Gong Ziyuan curled his lips and walked around the hall for two times with his hands in his hands. When the smile on his face faded, he said in a cold voice: "Since the national teacher has spoken, it is inconvenient for a villain to refuse, so I will go back and persuade Prince Jin to push me away." Give me a hand!"