Not to mention Su Ziji's status as a prince, some people, especially Emperor Zheng, would never have an affair with the princess. Even without this, Su Ziji didn't have much interest in Princess Xinping.
Regardless of the princesses of the Wei Dynasty or the princesses of this dynasty, due to the influence of folk customs, they are comparable to the noble ladies of certain dynasties in the original world. They act arrogantly and can raise a small number of private soldiers. Being a consort in these two dynasties may not be comfortable.
"What are you talking about?" Su Ziji went over, raised his finger, and lightly tapped Ye Buhui's forehead: "Don't you believe me?"
Ye Buhui stopped hugging his chest, covered his forehead with both hands, and glared at Su Ziji.
"Obviously!" She hummed: "You guys have such a tacit understanding when talking, I can see and hear it!"
Then he deliberately raised his orchid fingers and imitated: "Oh, I didn't expect that you, sir, are actually a sweetheart!"
Although the posture is a bit exaggerated, but imitating it like this, it really has the charm of this princess.
Su Ziji looked at Ye Buhui and couldn't help but be stunned.
"Funny." Su Ziji then smiled and shook his head.
"Oh -" Ye Buhui deliberately said in a long voice: "I said it was funny, but when she said that, why did you laugh so happily?"
Su Ziji felt that she finally understood what "a scholar can't explain clearly when he encounters a soldier." She, a teenage girl, became jealous and she couldn't stand it anymore.
Seeing that Su Ziji was speechless and didn't explain any more, Ye Buhui raised his eyebrows even more and looked sideways: "What, you were right by me? Master?"
"I really just wrote that poem just to deal with her. You know, this kind of thing, anything you say may cause trouble. It's better to write this poem. It seems like an answer, but in fact it means nothing.
He said it would be safer this way." Su Ziji, who had a strong desire to survive, explained again.
After a pause, Su Ziji's expression became solemn: "Moreover, this is also a poem of admonishment and a poem of mourning."
"You understand the admonishment poems, but you may not understand the condolence poems." Su Ziji leaned back, with a cold look between his brows.
"I don't care what my background is, how many martial arts and Sanskrit skills I have, this is a dead end."
"The further you go, the closer your death will be."
As Su Ziji spoke, he let out a heavy breath. A gust of cold wind blew in, and he couldn't help but shiver.
In fact, many things in court disputes are not in the process but in the starting point. If you follow the wrong person and take the wrong path, the outcome is doomed from the beginning.
"Do the Shepherdess and Arhat have ulterior motives?"
Thinking of Monk Bianxuan's graceful and innocent appearance just now, Su Ziji couldn't help but shake his head, then smiled bitterly.
When he stepped into the prince's bloodline, was he just like the monk Bianxuan, who was dying without knowing it?
"What you said makes sense." Ye Buhui nodded.
Su Ziji breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't expect that the next moment, she would put her hands on her hips: "Then you have to write a song for me too! I want this perfunctory too!"
After saying that, she found Su Ziji looking at her helplessly and sighed.
Ye Buhui was a little cautious and thought to himself: "Could it be that my request is too much?"
But when he recalled the scene just now, Ye Buhui felt as if he had been soaked in a vinegar vat, with sour water bubbling up.
Just when she was hesitating in her heart whether to take back her words, but feeling a little angry, Su Ziji sighed again.
"It is impossible to write poetry..."
Ye Buhui, who was just complaining in his heart at first, immediately widened his almond-shaped eyes.
Su Ziji was worried that this girl would immediately turn into a tigress and pounce on him, so he quickly continued: "I will write the Book of Songs for you."
"You...then, okay!" Ye Buhui swallowed back the words he was about to blurt out, stretched his neck, looked at Su Ziji squatting on the ground with one knee, picked up the plum branch, smiled at himself, and then wrote
.
"The bond between life and death is broad, and you can tell it to your son; hold your hand, and grow old together with your son?"
"Well, it's for you." Su Ziji dropped the plum branch, stood up and looked at Ye Buhui and said.
As soon as Ye Buhui met his eyes, he looked away and lowered his head to read the Book of Songs.
Su Ziji looked at her and thought: "This sentence comes from the Book of Songs. Although there are also books of songs in this world, the content is different. There is no such poem."
"Although I borrowed verses from poetry, the mood is indeed not false."
"Buhui and I are childhood sweethearts, and have experienced life and death, as well as Uncle Ye's kindness, and the intricate intertwined identities of the two of us. All these have made the relationship between the two of us not just a so-called personal relationship between children, but also a more complicated relationship.
, but also deeper.”
"As long as I am with you, I will always protect you and see that you are safe."
When Su Ziji was thinking this, Ye Buhui had already recited it several times and looked up.
Seeing that although this girl's face was tight and she didn't show any joy and pride, but her eyes were bright, Su Zi felt itchy with her hand and wanted to flick her forehead.
This girl has obviously understood and is not jealous now, right?
However, before Su Ziji could provoke this girl again, someone came along the road in front of the door.
Su Ziji said to Ye Buhui: "Lu Fengyun is here. You can play with Xiaobai first."
Ye Bugui hummed, bent down and picked up the little fox, but did not go in. Instead, he stood reluctantly in front of the snow where the Book of Songs was written, and whispered: "It's too hot in the house, Xiaobai and I are outside
Let's get some fresh air, just go in."
"Don't be caught in the cold." Su Ziji warned, stopping and waiting for the wild Taoist to arrive.
"Go in and talk."
The wild Taoist glanced at Ye Buhui next to him and followed Su Ziji into the courtyard.
"The environment here is quite good." The wild Taoist said casually, and then said to Su Ziji: "Originally, I planned to go to Taixue to find you, but I learned that you changed the place temporarily and did not move last night.
There are patrols, so it’s not easy to get in.”
Su Ziji nodded: "That's true, dignitaries often come here."
Although it was just a residence for a layman, it was a temporary residence due to the comings and goings of powerful people, and the light and darkness were tight. No wonder Lu Fengyun did not dare to act rashly.
"Sir, I have obtained some results about the seven people you asked me to investigate."
With that said, he handed it to Su Ziji.
Su Ziji unfolded it and first saw the content related to Yu Qianzhi and Cao Yiyan.
"Yu Qianzhi, admonish the officials."
The admonishment officer specializes in discussions. Although his rank is the fifth rank, he actually does not do anything and has no fixed number of employees.
Su Ziji's vision was different at this time, and he pondered: "The same level as the Taoist Liu Zhan in Shuanghua Mansion."
"Originally in history, Taoists were humble, but this world seems to be different. The court has some influence. This should be because of the Taoism."
"On the contrary, there is nothing wrong with Brahma's legal principles, but because it cannot manifest the Holy Spirit, its development has been much slower."
Thinking of this, Su Ziji's heart even moved. Was it a coincidence or some kind of necessity that Bianxuan appeared beside the princess in such a graceful and innocent manner?