Linque

The dark guard who delivered the letter to Chu Heng had only left Luyuan for half an hour before Qi Feng received the news. Mu Xiyun and the others came early this time, and they had already stepped into the border of Zhongzhou three days ago.

Calculate the distance, not to mention the eight hundred miles in the capital, three days, I'm afraid it will be six hundred miles by now.

Qi Feng suddenly felt anxious, and immediately asked someone to go to the bookstore to chase after Chu Heng. He must be stopped before he enters the palace, and there should be no delay.

However, at that time, Chu Heng was seen sitting in the flower hall of Yan Xiangfu, and Yan Mao was eating dinner in front of him in a leisurely manner.

After Chu Heng found the books from Lishan Bookstore, he just walked around the long street when he was stopped by people from Yan Xiangfu.

Although Yan Cang didn't directly "rob" him in front of the public, he was not very polite in "inviting" the judiciary.

And the three well-written scripts that he carefully selected from the bookstore are now in Yan Mao's hand, and he regards them as a different "side dish" for dinner.

Chu Heng was expressionless, watching him turn the pages of the book with relish.

Maybe it was because the coldness in Chu Heng's eyes was too strong, Yan Mao raised his head from the book, wiped his mouth with a brocade handkerchief slowly, he seemed to be in a good mood, and said to Chu Heng: "Don't worry, I don't look at you for nothing. Book, I also have a book for you to read."

With a wave of his hand, a maid came out from the side of the flower hall, walked forward with a mahogany tray with low eyebrows, and knelt down at Chu Heng's feet.

The mahogany tray was covered with a layer of brocade cloth, Chu Heng only glanced at it, then turned his gaze indifferently, and said: "Mr. Yan came to me, just tell me what you need, there is no need to beat around the bush like this."

Yan Mao didn't answer, but just raised his hand at him, signaling to let him go.

Chu Heng still didn't move, but Yan Mao didn't care, and lowered his head to turn over the script again.The "rustling" sound of pages turning could be heard from time to time in the flower hall, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silence of the room.

The time for half a cup of tea slowly passed, Chu Heng glanced at the maid who was holding the tray with a look of embarrassment, and finally reached out to uncover the brocade cloth on it, the moment his eyes touched the book, Chu Heng's pupils shrank slightly, and there was shock in his eyes After a flash, the whole heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

What caught my eye was a volume of "Dayin Law", which may not be called "one volume". The book on the tray is obviously not a complete set of national laws, but has been specially cut, very thin, It is so thin that it seems to be only one page, but it is stamped with the words "Da Yin Lv" which weigh more than a thousand ounces.

Chu Heng's eyebrows twitched suddenly, with an ominous premonition in his heart. He picked up the thin book and slowly opened the title page. The moment the handwriting caught his eye, his hand holding the paper tightened imperceptibly.

This "book" is indeed only one page, which is the simplest and most complicated part of the national law, but it only has a few sentences, and the core thing is actually ten words: Mahayana realm, unless you ask for an order, you can't enter the imperial capital.

Yan Mao closed the story book and waved his hand lightly. The maid in the flower hall quickly removed the dining table and replaced it with a plain coffee table. Listed on both sides of the tea table.

All the maids and servants and the warriors in the prime minister's mansion all retreated, descended the bamboo steps and waited outside the water pavilion, only Chu Heng and Yan Mao were left in the flower hall surrounded by water.

Yan Mao made a "please" gesture and said flatly, "Let's talk."

Chu Heng put down the paper in his hand, but sat still, glanced at the Junshan Yinzhen that exuded the fragrance, opened his lips lightly, and said in a calm voice, "No, I'm afraid it's poisonous."

Yan Mao gave a light pause to the hand holding the teacup, then took a sip without changing his face, put down the cup and said to Chu Heng: "I heard that your birth mother is of the same clan as Jun Ji Wuyue of Lishan Mountain, I'm actually very curious , what kind of patriarchal law is it?"

Chu Heng turned his head slightly, looked at Yan Mao, and said simply: "It's just the same surname."

Yan Mao was noncommittal, and didn't bother about it too much, and instead brought up another irrelevant matter: "Chu Heng, you may not be clear about it since you have been away from home for 16 years. Your younger brother Chu Yan is now in Zhongli Chu's house. In the family school, she is outstanding, and her head is outstanding; when your sister Chu Xin was in the family school in the early years, she was at most the best among the mediocre. Almost everyone believed that she could only stay in Zhongli's family and could not come to the imperial capital, but last year she studied at home. In the last martial arts competition here, all the noble daughters in Zhongli were no match for her. Your younger brothers and younger sisters from the same mother are all talented in martial arts, showing off their talents. What about you, Chu Heng?"

Chu Heng remained motionless, looked at Yan Mao indifferently, and opened his mouth after a while, "I thought Xiang Xiang should know..."

"I know that you were short-lived when you were young, and you suffered from a serious illness, and then the root cause of the disease was left behind, and your meridians were stagnant." Yan Mao interrupted him, and finished what Chu Heng would say on his own. He turned his teacup with his eyes downcast, As if distracted for a while, after a while, he continued in a low voice: "Golden families always love to marry, and there is one more thing besides the benefits that are visible in front of them."

He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Chu Heng's, and slowly said: "They want to maintain and continue the 'excellent talent' in their blood, so there are outstanding talents from generation to generation of the high-ranking clan, and there may not be one from the low-brow clan. That's why, in the family, there are always clear boundaries."

"Your biological mother is named Ji Wuju." Yan Mao said in a calm tone, "She was released from Yeyou Court by Empress Chengde in the third year of Jianning's amnesty." One of the batch of people. This woman of the same clan as the later Lishan Dongjun is very strange. Her bones are completely destroyed, and everything in the past is blurred. The only thing is that she was once related to Lishan."

Chu Heng remained calm, but his hands covered by his sleeves tightened slightly.

He knew that his mother, Ji Wuvuxi, before she was 17 years old, was very strong.But just like Ji Wuyue who was not Dongjun before, she rarely stepped out of Lishan Mountain, and she was rarely known by others.

But because of the mystery, it is easier to apply.

Ye Yunqi, the head of Lishan Mountain, on a snowy night in the first year of Jianning, personally destroyed and erased everything belonging to his beloved apprentice Ji Wujuxi, and the remaining words were sealed in a clean room in Wangshu Palace.

All the classics of Lishan no longer have her name, and Lishan's current disciples don't know about it. A long time ago, they had an uncle named Ji Wuju. Before she was 17 years old, she was the established Dongjun.

"So what does Yan Xiang want to say?" Chu Heng asked in a deep voice.

Yan Mao remained silent, and turned his head to look out the window.

The clear sky this morning unexpectedly snowed again at some point, and the snow fell finely and finely. If you look carefully, you can notice that there are some special white mixed in the fine snow under the lamp, which is the opposite bank of the water pavilion. Zhaoshui Baimei.Flying flowers and snow melt together, moving forward meanderingly through the courtyard and across the water in the evening wind.

The room was quiet again. After a long time, Yan Mao turned his head, looked at Chu Heng, and said calmly, "I met Ji Wuju once when I was traveling abroad."

Yan Mao paused and said, "Before she was 17 years old, she lived in the northern border of Shuozhou, Xiaochongshan."

"There has been snow in the northern border for many years, and there are many white plums on the small mountain. People often say that the flying flowers in the northern border step on the sword of Xuecheng. To, what the sharp sword refers to is to pursue the realm where the human and the sword are one, and my heart is the sword."

"Gu Huiyin, the eldest lady of the North who was not Empress Chengde back then, once made a painting of a girl in white clothes. On the small mountain where white plum blossoms are flying, Qingfeng unsheathed her sword and pointed at the heroes. The snow light rubbed into the sword Light, the color of the flower is like the color of a sword, and the three thousand white plums in Xiaochongshan can't compare to her in plain white and elegant."

"There was a line of words on the painting, which said - 'Flowers are like snow, swords are like snow, and the person holding the sword is like snow'. Later, it was spread by the world, and it was said that it was about the sword of Feihua riding on the snow city. "

"Who do you think this is actually writing about?" Yan Mao asked Chu Heng.