"Oh." The man holding the drink said softly, without saying anything more.
Zhao Rong leaned on the chair and took a breath, and glanced at Lin Wenruo, who was sitting upright and straight. At this moment, his eyes were calmly staring at the wine jar he had brought on the table, which was stained with wet black soil.
There was silence between the two for a while. Zhao Rong stood up, reached out and pushed a plate of neatly arranged osmanthus cakes to the man who was in a daze, and then went behind the screen in the room to change clothes and go out.
"Try it, Su Xiaoxiao made it, it's a little sweet."
Lin Wenruo glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and nodded.
When Zhao Rong took off his turban, changed into a loose Confucian robe and returned to the table, he found that there was no missing piece of pastry on the plate.
Zhao Rong grabbed a piece with his right hand, held it with his left hand, and brought it to his mouth. He chewed it and said, "Let's go."
The two of them left the courtyard, led by the man carrying the wine, and headed west.
"Where are we going? Why don't we take the main entrance?" Zhao Rong looked around and asked curiously.
Lin's manor is very big, and he has never been to the west.
There are no scattered mansions or gorgeous balconies like other parts of the manor here, but it becomes more and more secluded as you walk.
The two of them walked along the winding corridor, passing by pavilions and pavilions hidden among lush forests and green water. The sunlight paved the ground and the sound of footsteps echoed.
"Take Tzuyu to have fun in Lanxi in the afternoon. I promised Tzuyu when I first came here, but I have been putting it off until now. If I don't go, I might not have the chance."
Lin Wenruo turned around and chuckled: "We won't go through the main entrance. There are a lot of people visiting, and it's easy to get stuck."
Zhao Rong nodded when he heard this and raised his eyebrows, knowing what he meant when he said there might be no chance.
Tomorrow is the debate between Confucianism and Taoism. When Zhao Rong passed the Luojing City Gate in the morning, he saw a long queue from a distance. After finally squeezing into the city, he could feel that the flow of people on the street was several times that of the past, and
I saw a lot of people in strange clothes.
Nowadays, the focus of the entire Zhongnan Kingdom and even several neighboring countries has gathered in Luojing. Countless Zhongnan people, hermits, celebrities, and mountain monks have all rushed to Luojing, eagerly looking forward to the opening of the lecture platform on the top of Taibai Mountain tomorrow.
Debate between Confucianism and Taoism.
This much-anticipated talk will completely change the national destiny of Zhongnan Kingdom. Only one of the Confucian and Taoist parties can legitimately stay in Zhongnan Kingdom.
Moreover, when Zhao Rong returned to the manor just now, he found that many guests came to visit. There was a lot of traffic at the front door, and the servants in charge were so busy that they did not touch the floor.
"Won't Wen Ruo go and entertain the guests? I see that there are quite a few people coming to your house today."
The tall scholar who single-handedly facilitated tomorrow's grand gathering in Zhongnan said calmly:
"They are just speculative people. A few days ago, when they needed help, they tried to avoid it and disappeared. Now that the debate between Confucianism and Taoism is about to begin, and the general situation is about to be determined, they have come out one after another, placing bets on both sides. Maybe just now
After leaving Lanxi House, you will turn to the top of Taibai Mountain."
"These 'distinguished guests' are dispensable. It doesn't matter what they do. It's more important to accompany Tzuyu to drink and enjoy the scenery..."
Lin Wenruo suddenly stopped, paused in his words, and turned his head to look outside the verandah.
Zhao Rong followed his gaze and saw that it was an open space in front of a remote pavilion near the water on the left side of the verandah, with a few trees standing there.
Lin Wenruo pursed her lips and said, "Tzuyu, wait a moment."
After saying this, the man carrying the wine walked towards the pavilion, his steps getting faster and faster, but as he got closer, he got slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of a tree and looked up.
Zhao Rong held his hands and leaned against a beam. He squinted and looked at it. He saw the leaf shape, which seemed to be a ginkgo tree.
Not long after, the man carrying the wine returned and met the young Confucian scholar waiting in the verandah. After that, the two walked into a quiet path and left Lin's Manor.
The two visited Lanxi, which was once a royal garden seven hundred years ago.
Cross the distant bridge, ride on the lotus boat, climb Daiyan Rock, cross the Songxi River, climb the Cuishan Mountain, admire the Pear Pavilion, and visit the Sound Valley.
As the sun gradually set, the two of them took advantage of their pleasure and returned home after enjoying themselves. Shi Shiran returned to Lin's Manor.
Zhao Rong and Lin Wenruo were discussing some matters for tomorrow on their way back, and at a fork in the road they were about to wave goodbye, but suddenly, an unexpected person walked out of the road.
Lin Qingxuan, with his servants and entourage, hurriedly returned to Lin's Manor from Luojing City. He sat alone in the carriage and remained silent along the way.
After nearly ten days of recuperation, his injuries have basically recovered. However, his face has still not fully recovered since he was tied up with the palms of the man in the Drunkard Pavilion that day, and is slightly swollen.
Inside the carriage, he closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and hid himself in darkness. Except for his body feeling the slight shaking of the large carriage, he was completely isolated from the outside world, as if this was how he could hide the feelings in his heart.
secret.
In the darkness, at this moment, his body was trembling slightly, his rough breathing sounded in the darkness, his teeth that had been clenched were trembling a little, and his right hand was clenched into a fist.
He no longer had the smile and calmness he had in front of that woman not long ago.
Slowly, he opened his right fist and looked down.
Even though I was in a dark car, I couldn't see anything.
But through the slight pressure from his palms, he knew it was there, lying quietly, stained with his sweat.
Why did you pick it up so confusedly at that time!?
There was also the friend who tricked him into going to Fengqi Tower. Unexpectedly, he was already a Chongxu Guan person. He left his entourage outside the door and entered the room. What he saw was not the top girl he ordered, but the smiling and waiting ones.
Holding his woman.
As the carriage jolted, he was in a trance, and he once again remembered the words in his ear of the woman he once regarded as his sister but now avoided.
He had recalled it countless times along the way.
He found the man he knew named Zhao Ziyu and tried to give him the medicine in the small porcelain bottle in his hand.
After the incident is completed, Chongxu Guan can forgive Lanxi Lin's sins.
All responsibility for these daring things will be borne by Lin Wenruo alone.
The Lanxi Lin family can also continue to stay in Zhongnan Kingdom.
And when the time comes, Chongxu Guan will support him, Lin Qingxuan, as the new head of the Lin family in Lanxi...
There were beads of sweat on Lin Qingxuan's forehead, but he didn't wipe it away. Instead, he licked his dry lips.
After he returned to Zhongnan Kingdom, he couldn't believe it when he learned that his family, under the leadership of Lin Wenruo, had actually launched an attack on Xu Guan.
Because of something that happened when he was young, he has always been pessimistic about the reform, and the shadow of Chongxu Guan has been hanging over his heart.
In his opinion, the Chongxu concept that has stood on Zhongnan Mountain for thousands of years is not so easy to overthrow. Lin Wenruo is just a lunatic when you gamble with the names of the whole clan.
However, except for his status as a direct bloodline, he does not have any power in the clan, so how can he decide the direction of the Lanxi Lin clan's carriage.
Lin Qingxuan once again clenched the small porcelain bottle in his right hand, which contained the medicine that someone asked him to give to Zhao Ziyu. She said that the medicine would not work immediately and he could escape safely.
The man in the car raised his left hand and wiped the sweat from his face.
Damn it, why did I take this porcelain bottle from her hand at that time?
It's okay, it's okay, I won't tell anyone, no one will leak this matter. He comforted himself.
Besides, I don’t know how to do it myself, so what are I afraid of?
But thinking about it, the woman's meaningful smile before she left appeared in my mind again, and...
In the dense, watery darkness, the man reached out and touched his face, which was still swollen.
And that man in the Drunkard's Pavilion that day, who was his brother, was given the seven-note string sound by a damn outsider.