Human dimension reduction

In April, the temperature in the capital is slowly warming up. Pedestrians wear elegant spring shirts. Ladies wrap their slender waists in layers of gorgeous pleated skirts. The colorful silks are fluttering in the wind, like gods and concubines, while the gentleman wears loose shirts With big sleeves and rich clothes and belts, there are endless horses and chariots on both sides of the moat for the Spring Festival, and charcoal basins are burning all day long in the Liushang Pavilion.

After the beginning of spring, the Great Summer has entered a new year. The ups and downs of last year have been washed away by the festival, and become thin calligraphy and paintings pasted in memories, which will rot and shatter when blown by the wind. People live as usual. Living his unchanging life, occasionally listening to whether the famous men in Kyoto have any new trends.

The most exciting thing to watch in the capital recently is that the patriarch of the Wang family, who is a poem gift and hairpin, begged for bones due to illness, and returned home with a memorial.

When Wang Shangshu was young, he and Xie Shoufu were called Jinghua Shuangyu, Wang Jiabiyu and Xie Jiayushu. The two of them won the hearts of many young ladies. Until now, many veterans who were officials in the same dynasty recalled the past. He would secretly grit his teeth, his old wife—or the red makeup in his heart had been fascinated by the two of them for an unknown period of time, and finally these two scourges got old... Their son and grandson have grown up again!

It's so annoying!

And now, it's time for Wang Jiabiyu, who is in full bloom and overwhelmed Jinghua, to write a letter to Chen Chui, who is old.

Wang Shangshu's report on old age was handed over to Phoenix Terrace first. Taicheng Chief Assistant Xie Yuan stared at the book for a long time, closed it, and handed it to the little inner eunuch who was waiting at the door: "Speak directly to Your Majesty."

The king, who was playing with his favorite concubine in the inner palace, opened his dizzy eyes and read the words on the memorial over and over again. Finally, he understood the meaning inside with his confused mind, and a little clarity and sharpness came out from his drooping pupils. Immediately, it turned into an intoxicated smirk: "One jade, go, go."

The folder was closed lightly, and along with the emperor's words, it was sent out of the Phoenix Terrace as it was.

The next day, Wang Shangshu went to Fenghuang Terrace with the support of his family to thank him. Accompanied by him was Wang Shilang, who had been so beautiful in the past two years. Wang Fengzi didn't wear the long-sleeved cloak that he was accustomed to, nor did he wear the official uniform. Instead, he wore a set of dark clothes that were a bit too gloomy.

The hem of the deep clothes is straight, the jade is beautiful, and the side skirts are rolled with a half-palm-wide scalloped pattern. The workmanship of this dress is exquisite and elegant, and it seems to be a popular style in the capital many years ago.

The emperor squinted his drunken eyes, looked at the old and the young who came from outside the palace, and suddenly laughed: "Isn't this Biyu coming back?"

Having said that, he clapped his palms and smiled, showing an unusual preference for such similarities handed down from generation to generation: "It just so happened that after Shangshu left, there was no one in charge of Chaoming Tower, and Wang Yuanzhi was very talented and virtuous, and he had a family history. Then I will be promoted to the order of Chaoming Tai, and let's go to Beitai City, now I have a phoenix in my Chaoming Terrace."

Walking in Taicheng, he was in the same position as the prime minister of Daxia, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he soared to the sky and poured power into the government and the people.

There was a new ruler in Chaomingtai, and no one noticed when Wang Shangshu left the capital. Two months after Wang Yuanzhi took over Chaomingtai, a throng of visitors filled the Wang family's door with name cards. The concierge, but the current Chao Mingtai Ling is not a character who likes to make friends. Since he was young, he has been a cold and unreasonable character.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has not missed any banquets, why does it make people feel this way?

Maybe it was... At that time, there was always another longer-sleeved and dancer at his side who perfectly made up for his shortcomings?Or maybe it's because his posture in front of the other party is too soft and submissive, so that it gives people the illusion that he is not so inaccessible?

During these days, the only one who could see each time he came was Huan's lord. Even Xie Shoufu, who was concentrating on court affairs, had heard rumors that Wang Yuanzhi and Huan lord were quite close.

The goodness of Longyang in Daxia is not something to be surprised at. The friendship between the gentlemen of the aristocratic families is somewhat fashionable and elegant. After all, as long as the marriage and childbirth are not delayed, any ridiculous and strange things It's the icing on the cake.

Even the current emperor has one or two male favorites.

In fact, many people have speculated in private that Xie Shoufu and Wang Shangshu may have had some stories when they were young, but both of them have upright and upright personalities. It always feels tarnished to say such words, and they gradually come to an end. No one said anything.

When Xie Shoufu heard about Wang Yuanzhi and Huan Zhenzhi, he didn't even twitch his brows, just nodded, and then asked about another thing he had been thinking about for a long time: "...Is there any news from Mobei?"

The servant stood with his head bowed and shook his head: "The caravan made many inquiries, but they did not hear of Mr. Lang. Three years ago, in the early winter, Dingzhou did receive an exiled prisoner from the capital, but it was less than a year ago. The prisoner fell ill and died, and the caravan sent people to secretly dig the grave and open the coffin, and there was indeed a skeleton inside, but after looking at it, the prisoner had a thick body and bones, he was not from a bureaucratic family, and he was definitely not a gentleman."

Xie Shoufu hummed, motioning for him to continue.

The servant said: "Then the caravan turned around and headed south, and traveled along the roads that must pass through the several roads that must be passed to the capital, but there was no word about Mr. Lang at all, or it may have been too long. Even inns and hostels can’t remember the reasons for coming and going…”

"Either..." He hesitated for a while, not daring to lie to the Patriarch, he could only whisper, "Either, Mr. Lang turned to the northern barbarian place beyond the Great Wall..."

After all, he still didn't dare to say the most likely guess, what is Lang Jun doing in Beiman's territory if he has nothing to do?But if he goes south and returns, under such an overwhelming search, it is absolutely impossible for him not to show a trace, and the one who has not heard the slightest news for more than two years can only be...

Xie Shoufu closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. How could he not have thought of the worst possibility?

"You want to say that Yinyu is dead?"

The old man said slowly in a hoarse voice.

The servant was startled, and lowered his head deeply: "I dare not! You are blessed by God, you will never—"

Before he finished speaking, Xie Shoufu waved his hand wearily: "Okay, let's go down."

The servant walked backwards to the door, Xie Shoufu suddenly said: "Withdraw all those who are looking for him. If he is really dead, there is no need to run around for a corpse; if he is still alive, no trace will be found after such a search... ...It can be seen that he does not want to show his face."

The domestic servant stepped back as promised, and Xie Shoufu stroked the white jade cup in his hand. As if he had been asking himself non-stop for the past few years, he murmured softly again: "Yinyu, yinyu... where are you?"

When he was asking himself this question, he still didn't know that his grandson, whom he had been thinking about for several years, was about to appear in front of them in a way that no one expected.

Tongqu Gate in Beijing is connected to Zhuque Street, the most prosperous in Daxia, and holds the Tongtu Avenue horizontally. People from all corners of the country gather here, and there are even more people from other races. Every day, a turbulent flow of people gathers in front of Tongqu Gate, waiting to enter. The capital of the Great Xia.

At the end of Zhuque Street is the Phoenix Terrace, which is ready to fly, and the Danqing Terrace, which is like a bright moon pavilion. Entering through the Tongqu Gate, you can look up and see the palaces and pavilions with upturned corners and eaves stretching like wings on the Phoenix Terrace, and the sideways are elegantly shaped like bluegrass vines. The top of the Danqingtai Pavilion with vines, the pavilions and pavilions are covered with rays of light and go straight up to the sky, just like a golden and silver platform under the seat of an immortal, with the sun and the moon shining, and the neon lights hanging up.

How many people who came to the capital for the first time were overwhelmed by this sight.

"It's work."

The city guard numbly took a piece of guide—it was a piece of identification engraved on a bamboo piece, proving that this person was a good citizen under the rule of Daxia.

Together with Lu Yin, there are two documents to enter the city.

The fingers holding the bamboo and copper plates are thin and lonely, the joints seem to pierce the skin, and the blue blood vessels climb on the fingers full of fine wounds, completely destroying the beauty of the beautifully shaped fingers.

The corners of the road guide bamboo pieces are smooth, the little official glanced at them, and recognized that this is the guide used by the lowest class of refugees in Daxia, only beggars and humble people can hold this kind of guide.

He looked up and saw that the clothes were worn out, the hair was piled up on the side of his face, covering most of his face, the rough linen clothes were full of old patches, and the clothes that didn't fit well on him seemed ridiculously funny It was like a piece of rag hanging on the thin frame, the trousers couldn’t cover his ankles, and the too short sleeves exposed his skeletal wrists. The most striking thing was that he was tied behind his head. The piece of dark blue cloth and the bamboo stick in his hand.

What a blind beggar, the little official thought casually, he has seen many beggars who are disabled and want to get a bite of food at the feet of the rich and powerful in the capital.

Thinking of this, it was rare for him to show compassion, and he said something to the blind man: "When you enter the city, go west and look for the mansion of Xie's family. Go wait, maybe you can get two steamed buns."

The blind man was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I see, thank you for the reminder."

After passing through the deep city gate corridor of Tongqu Gate, facing the Phoenix Terrace and Danqing Terrace standing in the sky, the people on both sides couldn't help but stop and exclaimed, obviously they couldn't see anything, and the blind beggar seemed to have something to say. He stopped as if he felt it, facing the distance, as if he was also staring at the two works of art that could not be built by exhausting manpower. Slowly went to the city.

At the same time, several carriages from the inner city drove away the crowd. The curtain wall of the carriage was embroidered with coiled phoenix birds. The carriages passed through the crowd with tinkling music and cold fragrance, and the gatekeeper had sharp eyes. With wit, he quickly reprimanded the crowd to get out of the way and let the nobles' carriages and horses go out.

The crowd of onlookers whispered to each other, and the petty official put on a smile and went to talk to the driver: "...Master Shangshu is going out of the city again? The Huan family's driver has already left earlier."

The coachman sat on the shaft of the chariot, looked down at the little official, and cursed with a smile: "How can we interfere with the affairs of the Lord?"

The little official immediately grinned and hit the snake with the stick: "That's, that's... But it's windy today, I'm afraid it's going to rain, and the city gate may have to be closed earlier—ah, if Lord Shang Shu wants to come back, he will naturally stay behind." There is a side door..."

Probably after staying for too long, there was a crisp sound of knuckles hitting the car wall from the rear compartment. The driver's face turned serious, and he quickly winked at the little official. The little official understood, raised his voice and shouted at the crowd: "What are you looking at? Get out of the way!"

The car drove slowly out of the Tongqu Gate against the flow of people. The moment he left the city gate, Wang Yuanzhi in the car suddenly frowned uncomfortably. He rubbed his fingertips, but he couldn't suppress the sudden worry in his heart.

He has been cooperating with Huan Zhenzhi to find Yinyu's whereabouts, trying to stop him on the road, but whether it is him or Huan Zhenzhi, he even inquired about the movements of the people sent by Xie Shoufu... No matter which side it is, they couldn't find it Any information about Yinyu's whereabouts.

Not having any news is not good news, on the contrary, as time passed, Wang Yuanzhi's heart became more and more lifted.

Yinyu is not a person who gives up lightly, he has never understood why he asked himself to be exiled to Mobei so easily, this doubt turned into a terrible conjecture after a long period of thinking.

If, if Yinyu has never given up on the idea of ​​rewriting the history books, then besides collecting historical materials, what explanation does he have for his trip to Mobei?

To make matters worse, the people he secretly sent to Mobei came back to tell him that there was no trace of Yinyu in Dingzhou City.

——Yinyu is missing.

Wang Yuanzhi's heart sank crazily from the moment he heard the news.

He didn't believe that Yinyu would die easily, so why did he disappear?

He had a premonition that Yinyu might be on his way back to the capital. Once he returned to the capital, what he had been worrying about would happen, and this storm would be more terrifying and... irreparable than three years ago .

This is a dead end, so drink jade, don't come back.