But the "evil" young man made an even more vicious suggestion, and actually invited him to find a teahouse to sit down and talk.
"No need, I have other important matters." Taifu Chu refused ruthlessly: "If you have anything to say, just say it here."
Even though he was rejected, the smile on Wei Shuyi's face did not diminish, he said "yes", and tried to ask: "It's not really important, but I've heard a lot about the deeds of the late prince recently, and I'm filled with admiration and curiosity... so I thought.
Let me ask you, what kind of person is the late Crown Prince?"
Mrs. Chu's eyelids twitched and he said "Oh": "She's not very good."
Faced with such a perfunctory answer, Wei Shuyi was silent, and then heard Taifu Chu add: "That's it."
After saying that, without waiting for Wei Shuyi to ask any more questions, he waved his hand impatiently and walked towards the official sedan: "Since there is nothing important, I will go ahead."
Wei Shuyi, who had nothing to gain, could only raise his hand and give him a gift.
Watching the old master's official sedan go away, Wei Shuyi's eyes showed doubts. I wonder if it was his misunderstanding, but he always felt that Mrs. Chu treated him with some disgust.
Of course, it is too normal for a human being to be disliked by this old master. Just because the master hates stupidity, the people he dislikes are all stupid people or people with mediocre qualifications in the eyes of the master... However, if you ask yourself, he is still considered a good person.
A well-known smart guy, right?
Wei Shuyi was puzzled as to when he had offended this old god.
"The Wei family is so arrogant..."
In the sedan chair, Master Chu frowned with gray eyebrows.
These eight hundred scheming people had previously tricked him into coming to the Ministry of Etiquette. Now, could it be that there is another scheming person who knows Yin and Yang and wants to plot against his student?
What kind of person is his student?
Is there any need to ask? Except for one bad thing, his students are the best in the world!
The old lady relaxed her brows, picked up her own health tea, took a sip, and pressed herself all over.
Wei Shuyi left the six tribes and returned home in an official sedan.
The official sedan stopped outside the gate of Zheng Guogong's mansion. Changji followed his husband. When passing through a fork in the road, Changji subconsciously walked in the direction of the Buddhist hall, but saw that his husband had chosen another road.
Changji was stunned for a moment, surprised that the first thing Lang Jun did when he returned home today was not to burn incense? Has the faith Lang Jun built recently been shattered?
Wei Shuyi returned to his residence, changed out of his official uniform, and immediately locked himself in the study, looking through the records of the late Crown Prince's deeds that had been secretly collected over the years.
He carefully selected people and sent them to him. Most of them were verified and credible.
Among them was a volume that recorded the many achievements of the former prince. Wei Shuyi flipped through the pages and felt that it was thick and impressive.
From this weight and brilliance, he saw a vague face, which gradually overlapped with Chang Suining's appearance.
Putting down the yellowed book, Wei Shuyi looked at the rolled-up portrait beside him with complicated emotions.
After much hesitation, he chose to unfold the painting and face the real appearance of that person in this world.
The painting shows a young prince, dressed in princely robes, with a sword at his waist, with cold eyebrows and delicate facial features.
He turned out to be...a very good-looking young man.
And... she actually has a bit of a female look to her?
Also, it is said that the former Crown Prince and Princess Chongyue are twins of the same appearance. In this case, it is normal for the former Crown Prince to have a somewhat indistinguishable beauty.
Looking at the imposing young man in the painting, Wei Shuyi felt confused for a moment. This was... the person he accidentally fell in love with?
He knew that it was difficult for him to fall in love with anyone, and he was really careless when he fell in love this time. However, he never thought that the degree of "carelessness" in this matter would be so "eternal".
The more he looked at the person in the painting, the more confused Wei Shilang felt. It was as if he had drunk a pot of strong wine, which burned his internal organs. He took a long breath, grabbed the folding fan beside the desk, stood up and left.
The study room is breathable.
He tried to distract himself from his thoughts, so he took a stroll in the courtyard to look at the flowers, but the image of her sitting alone in the pavilion when she came to the mansion to attend the flower party flashed before his eyes.
He quickly looked away and walked to the edge of the pond, but then he thought of the scene of her drunkenly falling into the pond and scattering a pond of koi.
He could only avoid them all, raised his eyes to look into the distance, and saw a crescent moon that had just risen above the treetops come into view, and he actually felt that the moon looked like "her".
It's really crazy.
Wei Shuyi closed his eyes, hit his forehead twice with the folding fan, and started pacing back and forth.
Changji, who was standing not far away, was confused when he saw this - why did Lang Jun look like he had taken rat poison?
Wei Shuyi thought about some official matters, but to no avail. He also made fun of his sister's stupid things, but to no avail. Finally, he suddenly caught a savior - Cui Ling'an.
Cui Ling'an was so miserable that just thinking about it could save his chaotic thoughts and free him from the fire.
Nowadays, every member of the gentry family stabs Cui Jing in the back, and some even write poems to ridicule Cui Jing. Officials and colleagues who did not deal with Cui Jing in the past are also secretly gloating about his misfortune.
This time, Cui Jing has "made meritorious service" in the court, but has "mistakes" in the patriarchal ethics. The former is rewarded by a saint, but the latter remains to be seen how Cui will respond in the end.
"The world is so big, but no one knows that Cui Ling'an has good intentions." Wei Shuyi sighed as if nothing, and said thankfully: "Fortunately, I know him."
And going back further, he, his unrecognized confidant, felt that Cui Ling'an had never been understood in his entire life.
However, Cui Ling'an does not need to be understood. His path has always been his own choice. Choosing to take this path shows that he is only loyal to his own heart and not to the world's eyes.
People in this world each have their own standpoints, confusing right and wrong, and blinding their vision for their own interests. Whether they understand it or not does not seem to be very important.
But he thought that no matter how lonely and brave the rebellious Cui Ling'an was, he would still care about that person's eyes——
Speaking of which, what happened to the Zheng family in Xingyang... was it really as simple as "she" just praying for a blessing?
The calm look on Wei Shuyi's face disappeared, all previous efforts were wasted, the army was in chaos, and he pressed his hand between his eyebrows.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Changji, who couldn't stand it anymore, came over and gave a practical suggestion: "Mr. Lang, please forgive me for talking too much. You must really be uneasy." , otherwise let’s burn some incense.”
People are used to wearing incense, and if they don't use it for a day, they will feel uncomfortable all over. I heard that this is the case.
Wei Shuyi: "...that's fine."
…
Deep in Yishanfang, lies Yu Zeng's mansion outside the palace.
At this moment, a man in his thirties came back from outside. He was quite drunk, humming a little tune, and was followed by a servant carrying a lamp.
As soon as he entered the mansion, he was told by a servant, which made him slightly surprised: "Brother is back?"
He hurriedly went to Yu Zeng's yard and walked towards the old woman with gray hair in the corridor. The woman was his mother, and her brocade and emeralds gave her a certain nobility.
After hearing what the woman said, the man was even more surprised: "Brother is making wine himself?"
My brother hasn’t brewed wine for several years.
He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Who does my brother make wine for?"
My brother rarely drinks alcohol himself.
As he said this, he was about to go in and take a look, but his mother stopped him and scolded him in a low voice: "What are you doing in there? You smell like wine and ruin your brother's wine aroma."
man:"……"
It's all wine, he smells like wine, and his brother's wine smells like wine!
But he does not feel that his mother is partial to his brother. Instead, he feels that his mother is afraid of his brother. This can be seen from their daily interactions with each other.
The man couldn't help but sigh: "Mom, we are all a family, why are you always so afraid of what your brother will do..."
The woman looked at him angrily: "Why am I afraid..."
"Yes, yes, you are not afraid, you feel ashamed of your brother." The man sighed: "You are afraid because of your shame. You always feel that your brother blames you in his heart because of what happened back then, right?"
The woman pursed her lips slightly and did not deny it.
"How many times have I told you, but you just can't let go... If you hadn't sent your brother to the palace back then, our family and our brother would have starved to death. If my brother had hated you, how could he have brought us to the capital to enjoy his blessings?"
When he separated from his brother, he was still young and couldn't remember anything. He only listened to his mother's stories about those years.
But over the years, his brother has never treated his mother or him badly. He can only rely on his brother to start a family and build a career.
"Okay, don't mention these things again, and go to have a drink after your shift... Your brother loves to be clean, and your smell of alcohol will only annoy him, so go back quickly."
"Brother finally came back from the palace, and I haven't said hello to him yet!"
The woman didn't care so much and pushed her second son away.
After the quiet outside returned, Yu Zeng came out of the wine room.
The eunuch who was following him behind him closed the door of the wine room and told his two servants to guard the place and not leave anyone alone and not allow anyone to enter without permission.
Yu Gong brewed this wine according to the instructions of the sage, and there should be no mistakes.
After Yu Zeng left here, he went to the study room and opened the mechanism next to the bookshelf. The bookshelf slowly separated from both sides, revealing a small dark room.
There is a tablet in the dark room, which is covered with black cloth and has not been uncovered.
Yu Zeng lit green incense as usual, slowly inserted it into the incense burner, bowed deeply, and stood up after a long time.
He quietly watched as most of the green incense burned away, and then he slowly opened his mouth and said softly: "For some reason, that child... behaves a little like you now."
The tablet covered with black cloth would not answer his words.
Looking at the quiet black cloth, he laughed at himself for his self-deception and cowardice.
Because of his timidity, he never dared to lift the cloth or face the tablet directly for more than ten years.
He is not worthy of serving His Highness, let alone saying these words.
So he remained silent as usual until the incense burnt out, then he closed the machine and walked out of the study.
When he raised his head, he saw that above the night sky, the clouds were passing through the crescent moon, and it was clear and quiet.
At the same moment, in Dayun Temple, Wujue was also looking up at the sky.
"Luohe Wenxing is not extinct, this disaster has been eliminated..." Wujue stood on the observatory and watched quietly for a long time before weighing the sleeves of his loose monk robe and walking down the observatory with ease.
Earth said to himself: "It's very good, very good, I can't believe I can live longer."
"Master Abbot." A monk came up and saluted him with his hands clasped together: "Master Tianjing is here and wants to meet you."
"Tianjing?" Wujue frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Why is this old guy here... He is a Taoist priest, and he is not afraid of doing anything bad when he comes to my Buddhist land."
The monk recited the Buddha's name in his heart, pretending not to hear it.
The person is already here, so naturally he cannot avoid seeing him, so Wujue simply asks someone to invite the Heavenly Mirror here.
Seeing the old Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes, carrying a fly whisk in his arms, and carrying a fairy-like air walking towards him, Wujue sneered inwardly - it was this appearance that fascinated His Highness!
When he opened his mouth, his tone was not friendly: "I wonder what happened that caused the Imperial Master to come here in person?"
Master Tianjing did not answer directly, but looked up at the sky and said slowly: "Luohe Wenxing originally had signs of extinction, but now it is not nirvana, it is just scattered and dim..."
Wujue was beating a drum in his heart, and cursed "old man" in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be surprised: "Really, such a thing can happen?"
Master Tianjing twisted his beard and smiled.
"Those who have the opportunity to disrupt and change this destiny are not ordinary people." There was an unknown smile on the Taoist's wrinkled face, "What's more, they are people who do not belong to this world."
Wujue was wary and looked sideways at him.
Master Tianjing turned his head and looked over, his mysterious eyes seemed to understand everything: "Sage Minjue, he already knows everything."
There is no reason why he looks doubtful.
Imperial Master Tianjing then continued to speak clearly: "To elaborate, you have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor by concealing this matter."
There was no luck in Wujue's heart, and he returned to his true character of being a dead pig who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his hands and puffed out his belly, and said with a smile: "In this case, just use me as punishment!"
However, Master Tianjing shook his head.
"Your Majesty has no intention of accusing you of any crime."
The monks had all stayed away. The sky mirror looked at the Tiannv Pagoda and said: "Your Majesty has no intention of accusing anyone. That is also the person your Majesty expects."
Wujue raised his eyebrows in understanding.
Understand, is this for him to act as a lobbyist and convey the saint's kindness and goodwill?
The sky mirror brought the words to him, and he said no more, just quietly watching the unpredictable stars on the dome.
Wujue said a few perfunctory words, not wanting to stay with him any longer, and said casually: "...the master of the state is cautious, the poor monk is tired, so he went back to rest first."
He had just taken two steps when Sky Mirror's voice came from behind him: "Now that the formation is complete, you don't have much time left."
Wujue's feet stopped.
"Is there a solution to this?" Tian Jing had a look of sympathy in his eyes, "If so, I would like to help you."
He didn't know why Wu Jue didn't deal with him, but as they were both geniuses who were lucky enough to be enlightened in this way, he had no hostility towards Wu Jue.
"I understand, I am determined to survive." Wu Wu waved his sleeves and walked away without any concern.
Tian Jing gently shook his head behind him.
…
The next day, Minister Zhan of Hubei, as the imperial envoy for disaster relief, dragged his twelve milk babies and left the capital.
In Xingningfang, in a small courtyard of General Hussar's residence, Qiao Yumian was sitting on the porch, identifying herbs by smell: "This is Angelica dahurica. The roots are used as medicine. It can remove diseases and remove dampness, activate blood circulation and promote muscle growth..."
After saying that, she waited for a moment and then touched and picked up the next herb when she didn't hear Dr. Sun's voice.
Dr. Sun couldn't speak easily. If she answered correctly, he would silently acquiesce. If she answered incorrectly, he would cough slightly in embarrassment.
Doctor Sun sat aside and looked at the talented girl, feeling a little dazed from time to time.
Yes, he took on a disciple.
He actually accepted a disciple. Before that, he never dared to imagine how thrilling this would be and how life would be worse for him than death.
