Ascension

Alcohol is intoxicating for a while, but love can be intoxicating for a lifetime.It's not that he really can't let it go, a small affair is nothing in front of Huangtu Baye, it's just a feeling of intoxication, which can't go away.

"Your Highness, the man is asking to see you."

Yan Siyu was refreshed when she heard the words, immediately put down the wine bottle and said, "Please come here."

It was late at night, and the surrounding area was already quiet, Xiaohuangmen quickly led a person to this small pavilion with a lantern.

The first thing I saw was his dark blue robe and towel illuminated by the light, the corners were slightly damp, and the color was slightly darker.

"Greetings to Your Highness." The man clasped his fists in his arms and made a composition.

Yan Siyu didn't care, and said in a male voice: "Does the emperor have any special orders?"

The man replied: "The emperor ordered us to secretly search for the old department of the abolished emperor to win over."

Yan Siyu was startled, he was still thinking about the "old department" just now, and now someone said it out of his mouth, I don't know if it is God's will or Yan Ye has the ability to detect people's hearts?

He pretended not to care and said, "The Qingyang Academy left behind by Wen Wen is the best among the old ministries of the abolished emperor. What can a group of scholars do?"

The so-called mixing well is not as good as being too incompetent, unable to enter the eyes of high-ranking officials and nobles.After the fall of the deposed emperor, most of the loyal ministers and good generals of the year were relegated to prison, but a group of scholars in Qingyang Academy were not serious with them.

"Your Highness's words are wrong." Although the man nodded his head and lowered his eyebrows, his overall demeanor did not seem to be weak, "Your Highness has been here for too long, have you forgotten the truth that water can carry a boat and capsize it? Firstly, the common people have a heart of admiration and trust for the scholars, although the words of the scholars are not as good as those of the market gossip, they can spread the ideas of the people, so we have to guard against them.”

Yan Siyu didn't think so.If Yan Ye only wants to control the world's mouth, it is easy to deal with, I am afraid that he has the ability to spy on his own private affairs, and Wen Wen will not be at peace in the underground, so disgusting, he said perfunctorily: "What Mr. said is very true. I also have some arrangements in the old department of the abolished emperor. The emperor wants you to gather them. You may as well do it down-to-earth. I have my own way to deal with it. But you should not relax your surveillance of Lin Song. This person values ​​love and righteousness. We must not let him know about the plan to kill the former prefect back then."

"Your Highness, don't worry, Lin Song's sincerity to me has never been adulterated, and the case of the year has long been forgotten." Yan Siyu's gesture is sincere, and the person doesn't know if he listened to it, let alone say it again. , and turned to say, "The villain was invited to Dong Yan's banquet tonight, and encountered a strange thing."

Yan Siyu's heart moved, guessing that it was probably related to Dong Yan's testing of Wen Liang: "Let's listen."

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In the lush bamboo forest, the bamboo shoots can grow vigorously after spring. The slender bamboo body is not in the way at all, but it grows lawlessly and occupies a large piece of fertile soil, and there is no sunlight at noon.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there is a three-room bamboo house, surrounded by bamboo. Its elegance hides sharpness, like a reclusive scholar waiting for the visit of the Ming Lord.

This is the case, even after many years, the armrests of the bamboo chairs have been polished, the black silk has been dyed white, and new shoots have grown on the blood-soaked ground.

Finally, someone came.

The person who came was a young man with a weak crown, dressed in a white shirt, with a long sword on his back, and the red sword tassel fluttered with his steps, adding to his romantic charm.

He was tall and tall, bowed respectfully and said: "Gently ask to see Mr. Qi Changmao Qi."

There seemed to be the sound of objects falling to the ground inside the bamboo house, and then a voice full of air said: "The warm and gentle air hit Long Yi, and Bo Wanqingyun suddenly put it away. Yan Ruhua really thinks highly of the old man, and sent you to kill me."

Wen Wen frowned slightly, and explained: "Master misunderstood, Your Highness has no malice towards Master. Wen did not come to take Master's life under His Highness's order."

There was no one answering in the room for a long time, after a while Qi Changmao let out a long sigh and said, "Come in."

Wen Wen thought for a while, took off the long sword on his back and put it outside the door before entering the bamboo house.

He used to study with Qi Changmao, he was young and ignorant, he only remembered that his eldest brother and third brother were excellent, and his books and theories were all outstanding among the students, while his second brother went to the border early and became a registered disciple under the name of Master Qi. Every time I go home, my father rushes to review books with me, and I seem to be able to pick up the pen with thick callused hands.

A teacher for a day, a father for life.If it wasn't for love, Wen Wen would not want to involve Master in court affairs anymore.

After the fall of the capital, eldest brother and Qi Fuzi and a large number of loyal ministers who abandoned the emperor disappeared. At first, Wen Wen only thought that they fled to avoid disaster. Half a year later, the body of eldest brother was dug out from the garden of an old house and buried with him. Under the ground were the corpses of several emaciated people with various identities. All their belongings had been stolen. It was obvious that bandits had robbed and killed people.But he recently made a new discovery, because one of the killed was a scholar who had a great relationship with Qi Changmao, which was related to the cause of his brother's death, so he had to ask his master for confirmation.

Entering the bamboo hut, one can see that the room is extremely spacious and simple, and the layout is not rigid. There are three or four round stools beside a pear wood square table, and a small table in the corner.

Mr. Xu sat at the table with his back to the door, just blocking Wen Wen's sight. Wen Wen took two steps forward and saw an ancient painting hanging on the wall. He happened to recognize it. Years ago, Emperor Wen opened his mouth and invited a group of Confucian scholars to refute current affairs in Wumen, which can be described as the heyday of literati.

"You're still here after all."

Qi Changmao wore a beige straight dress, his gray hair was tied tightly around his head, and there was nothing wrong with it. The whole person looked like another painting, another piece of old yellowed paper, so flat that it was not like a living person.

With a pain in Wen Wen's heart, he said: "Master, don't worry, Your Highness doesn't know that you live here in seclusion..."

"Now he knows!" Qi Changmao interrupted him, showing a shallow wry smile, the small movements pulled, and the wrinkles on his face moved, like waves in stagnant water, "Everyone has changed, but you are still so naive , I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.”

"Contentment is blessing."

Wen Wen doesn't care who is the emperor, and he doesn't care about the past or the future, he only wants to be happy in the present.But if he is not happy because of the past, he will not hesitate to use a three-foot sword and bleed a hundred steps.

Qi Changmao fixedly looked at the disciple he disliked the most: "If you cherish your blessings, you shouldn't have come to me."

"Some things have to be done, nine deaths without regret."

Qi Changmao's expression turned pale: "Since you already know where the old man is hiding, it's only a matter of time before Yan Ruhua finds out. If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Hearing this, Wen Wen said guiltily: "I'm bothering Master. I really don't know who else to ask besides you. Master should have heard that my elder brother was ordered by the first emperor to persuade the second brother, and then disappeared. No one in the second brother's army was there. When we saw Eldest Brother the other day, we thought it was chaos in the city, and it is not surprising that Eldest Brother was killed by the rioters. But a few days ago, I happened to meet the policeman who guarded the palace gate that day, and he said that Eldest Brother never left the palace."

Qi Changmao didn't ask how Wen Wen "coincidentally met" the guard guarding the palace gate in the vast crowd, stroked his gray beard and said, "How did you know the news that the late emperor sent Zijun to see Wen Liang?"

"What the late emperor's servant said."

"Who did the late emperor's servants tell?"

Wen Wen frowned, hesitated to speak.

Qi Changmao helped him to speak, the words sonorous: "The servant of the late emperor told Yan Ruhua!"

Did the servant tell Princess Xiang'an afterwards, or did he inform Yan Ruhua beforehand?

Wen Wen had doubts in his heart for a long time, but he still retorted: "Master and His Highness have always had a gap, is there any evidence for this statement?"

"Aren't you looking for evidence?" Qi Changmao's two gray eyebrows went straight into his hair, knowing that the year of destiny is majestic and majestic, and he is so gentle that he feels awe in front of his master when he was young. People are restless in the room, reverse yin and yang to make troubles and chaos, treacherous and cunning, cruel methods, and shameless to lure Wen Liang to rebel, how can she let Zijun persuade Wen Liang to drop it? It's ridiculous that you have believed that the thief is the master for many years, but you can't understand such a simple truth .”

The author has something to say: the weak crown is 20 years old, and it is estimated that he is not a teenager now.

I originally promised Xiaolu to update a chapter on Tuesday, but I didn't finish writing [-] words, and then I was busy memorizing vocabulary and attending tutoring classes. I'm sorry Molu, let me bow deeply

Thank you very much for the long comment

Can you guess who "that person" is?