Boyi looked over and saw that she seemed to be deeply intoxicated for a long time. She thought about it carefully and said after a long time: "In the confusion, I saw someone I wanted to see but couldn't see. He took me to see...
..”
Speaking of this, Yu Qiansi stopped and frowned, as if he didn't know how to describe it.
"...Common people. Maybe this is what that person said is the best thing in the world."
Boyi didn't understand what "common people" meant: "Then are you drinking for that person? Or for that dream?"
"All of them..." Yu Qiansi hugged the wine jar and drank a few more sips: "It's a pity that since that time, I have never seen that illusion again."
Even if I try all the wines, even if I'm completely drunk.
It was obvious that the wine was astringent and bitter, not even as good as the bad wine on the street that cost five copper coins for a small pot.
She kept wondering whether it was because she drank someone else's wine secretly, or whether she should not be qualified to see all that.
But when she woke up the next day and looked for him again, the beggar disappeared.
That man was a stranger. There were already strong predators and turf wars among the beggars around the Yu family. He must have been driven to another place.
She lowered her head and looked at the old altar in her hand. The round inch of skylight that had slipped into the altar seemed to reflect a round moon in the water, making her eyes flicker back and forth.
"I've always been curious, where do you get all these wines from? Why do they taste so strange?" Could it be that he found a magical place in the capital where the wine is fragrant but the alleys are deep?
Seeing that she finally got to the point of her question, Boyi cleared his throat and pretended to be calm: "These are all made by me. They are just ordinary seasonal flower wines. The reason why they have a unique taste is because they use these spirits that are bottled all year round."
The old altar."
In this way, even the newly brewed wine will not be too bland. I came to the capital in a hurry this time and only brought a small pot of old wine. In order to let Yu Qiansi help me investigate the case, I had already offered the treasure to her.
That's why I can't use these little tricks to catch the alcohol bug in her belly.
If he had the opportunity to go back, he would still have a lot of old wine that he had secretly stored in the early years, and it would definitely be no worse than Ling Yun's drunkenness.
There will be such a day.
He patted the wine jar, and the wine in Yu Qiansi's eyes swayed a little more.
She raised her eyes to look at Boyi, the reflection in her eyes still wavering.
"In the ten years I have been in the northwest, I have always had a habit. Every time I make good wine, I find a geomantic place to bury it. When I come back after a victory, I open a small jar and enjoy it." He pointed to the door of Fajintang:
"I also brought a lot of wine today. You can bury it all here. When you solve a case in the future, we can dig it up and drink from it, okay?"
The two happened to go to a drunken place and hit it off while enjoying the wine.
Boyi had already divided some small pots and distributed them to Wuyawei's brothers. The two of them moved the jars of wine in one at a time without the help of others, and then searched around the Fajin Hall.
The place was dug with pits of varying depths everywhere.
It wasn't until sunset that they buried the more than twenty jars of wine that Boyi had brought. They even pried open several bluestone slabs in the hall and hid several jars inside.
After all this work, the wine jar was almost empty, and the two of them sat casually at the foot of the steps, enjoying the most pleasant moment of leisure after their busy minds.
This leisurely atmosphere was so perfect that no one could bear to break the silence by speaking first.
But no matter how beautiful Du Kang's dream is, he still has to face reality. Time is running out.
"you......"
"you......"
Unexpectedly, they both spoke at the same time.
Yu Qiansi made a gesture of invitation: "You speak first."
Boyi was already feeling uneasy. Recalling what she said before leaving yesterday, he felt a little uneasy: "You should say it first."
She didn't refuse and said directly: "Are you Jiang Jibai?"
His surname is Jiang, which is related to the Cheng family. He can only be Jiang Jibai, the only son of Empress Mingde.
The eldest son of the late emperor should have died in the fire at the Zhaixing Tower together with Empress Mingde ten years ago.
Since the two left Yunzhong City, they both had a tacit understanding and never talked about what Boyi said that day. Boyi was even in a trance for a while, whether those words were really said or whether he was dreaming before his death.
?
Now that he saw her asking the question directly, he felt much more at ease.
He bent his elbows back, supported the steps behind him, looked up at the sky and sighed: "I don't know who I should be."
Jiang Bai, Feng Qingyang... or Boyi. He seems to have many names, but he never knows where he belongs or who he should be.
"But if I had a choice, I would only be 'Xian'an'."
He turned his head and glanced at the woman beside him like a dragonfly on water, but his heart was filled with ripples.
Or, just be the "Bo Yi" you know.
The confusion in the words made her startled, and she subconsciously pinched her palms.
She, too, doesn't know where she belongs or who she should be. But if she had a choice, she just wanted to be Yu Qiansi.
He took the nearly empty jar into his arms from behind and played with it casually, speaking lightly, but his thoughts were as hard to understand as the rough lines on the old jar.
"I wanted to tell you yesterday: I have no intention of serving the government, and I have no intention of being in that position after investigating what happened back then. Do you... believe me?"
He clutched the corners of the altar tightly, and the layer of wine at the bottom of the altar noticed his nervousness and made a slight dull sound.
He cut his heart open and showed it to her, but he didn't know how she would react.
If you put yourself in his shoes, no one who hears such a story would easily believe what he said. What’s more, she is a member of the Duke of Qi in the eyes of the world.
But he didn't want to lie to her, he wanted to confess everything. Deep in his heart, he told himself that Yu Qiansi was not like those people. But after all, he still couldn't suppress the panic and nervousness in his heart.
He didn't even dare to look beside him.
It seemed like I had been waiting for a hundred years before I heard a very faint voice coming from beside me, but I didn't answer the question.
"You made it difficult for me before, why do you like to sit on such a noisy street and think about things? Because ordinary human fireworks are the most valuable. They are something that will not be available in war years, called 'peace of mind'."
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Boyi plucked up his courage again and replied: "This peace was earned by everyone who sacrificed their lives back then. Among them are the Duke of Qi, the old Prince Wuwei, thousands of soldiers, and the Cheng family. They are all heroes.
But precisely because of this, as the daughter of the Cheng family, Queen Mingde should be vindicated and get the respect she deserves!"
Yu Qiansi's heart moved slightly: "If the war back then had not been so tragic and the Cheng family were still alive, but the saint who succeeded was not the son of Queen Mingde, do you think they could still hold on to this worldly fireworks?"
This is said in a cryptic way, but it is also straightforward.
The eldest son of the late emperor, Jiang Jibai, was not the daughter of Empress Mingde, but the child who was accidentally born by a maid of Empress Mingde's side. His biological mother was weak and indigestible after childbirth, and died not long after. The infant child was entrusted to
He married Empress Mingde and was raised by Empress Mingde who had nothing to do with him since childhood. Except that he was not officially counted in her name, everything was the same as a legitimate prince.
She has seen too many calculations, and although she disdains them, she has to think deeply about them.
Now that we know that the Cheng family has Huan Yan in their hands, everything makes sense.
Empress Mingde must have found someone to take Huan Yan and reluctantly turned into Boyi's appearance, and then sent Boyi out of the capital through the hands of the Guang'an Marquis Mansion, thus giving him a chance to be reborn.
From this perspective, it seems like the heart of a loving mother.
It is precisely because of this that the tragedy outside Junyuan Temple in Guang'an Marquis Mansion ten years ago was caused.
Come to think of it, the relationship between Yu Anning's biological mother, Da Zhang, and the old lady may not be as incompatible as the outside world reports. Instead, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are of the same mind, so they risked their lives to send Boyi out of Beijing.
As for why the old lady kept her own son secret but asked her daughter-in-law to give it away...
Thinking of all the duplicitous attempts by Marquis Guang'an to please him, I'm afraid the old lady had already seen through her son's intention to take advantage of both sides, coupled with the ambitious little Zhang family.
In this way, it is probably not easy for a concubine of the Xiao Zhang family to instruct a group of soldiers and gangsters to go to Junyuan Temple to harm people during the chaos of that year...
However, there was one thing she couldn't figure out.
If Empress Mingde really regarded Boyi as her own son, even risking her life to plan a way out for him, and left him the message "Xian'an", why did she deploy so many people in the capital and let him go ten years later?
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Lin Shen was right, she hated the twists and turns of the court, but that didn't mean she could stay out of it.
Boyi looked into her shallow eyes. Amidst the soft clouds in the sky, those eyes were like the faint light emitted by Du Heng Shen Nong grass soaked in the gorgeous clouds.
His heart was finally filled with a trace of sadness at sunset: "Is this what you wanted to tell me yesterday?"
But before she could answer, he laughed at himself: "In my whole life, I have died because of too many people protecting me. So I can't sacrifice anyone else, especially...you. Now, you know you can help me."
How dangerous it is. If we turn around now, it's still too late. After all, you have also taken back the Yuli Pavilion sign."
He shrugged and joked, but his heart was extremely serious. This was what he wanted to tell her yesterday.
He has made up his mind to clear his mother's grievances, but he does not want her to be in danger, and she should not be in danger for anyone, even for herself.
This trip was dangerous and would inevitably lead to ups and downs in the court situation, but he wanted to give it a try himself and no longer involve others.
But he didn't want her to misunderstand that everything he did after entering the court was because of his machinations and his supreme position, which is why he told today's story.
Yu Qiansi's heart moved slightly and she snatched the wine jar from his hand and joked: "I just wanted to tell you yesterday. I promised you that you can design your own receipt. If you have time, you can go to Yuli Pavilion and find a few you like.
Let the people in the museum carve the pattern and give it to you as soon as possible!"
Boyi was startled, as if he couldn't believe it: "I don't want you to be in danger..."
"Bo Yi," Yu Qiansi said in a cold and solemn voice: "When Yuli Guan takes the case, there is only one result: the truth. From the moment I agreed to investigate thoroughly for you, I have believed in you without reservation, and naturally I believe you too.