The thirty-third chapter: Yuhu Bingxin is not romantic, before the cliff and the back
He Guizhu took La Aunt Suma to the back hall. There were three huge rooms with not even a bed, only a table with a few wooden chairs lined up on both sides. On the wall hung a central hall painting of a roaring tiger and a dragon fountain.
Just when Aunt Suma was about to ask questions, He Guizhu had lifted up the painting in the nave and pressed some mechanism. A door had slid out of the north wall of the west wing. It turned out that this was a fake wooden wall made of pink and white.
, there is a passage inside. He Guizhu went in first, followed by Aunt Sumala.
The roads inside are even more complicated, with twists and turns, and roads everywhere. According to He Guizhu, except for one that is passable, the rest are impassable. Aunt Sumala became more and more surprised, and asked as she followed: "It turned out that Xiao Weizi's house was
The house is very shallow, why not?"
"This only existed in the first ten years," He Guizhu said. "Master Wei bought the whole street at the back. I heard that this road was modified by Master Wu into some kind of 'Bagua Enchantment' based on the original alley. -
-This is the second master's residence!" He Guizhu said, he had arrived in front of a small courtyard, patted the ring on the door, and called softly: "Second master, please open the door, I am Zhu'er!"
The door opened with a "yeah" sound. Wu Ciyou was wearing a bronze shirt and a black satin leather vest with butterfly toggle buttons. He came out and opened the door without wearing a hat.
Seeing that it was La Gu Suma, Wu Ciyou's eyebrows trembled, sparks of excitement flickered in his eyes, and then he smiled heartily and said: "Ha! It's Wan Niang! Come in quickly!" to a twelve-thirty-year-old standing under the eaves.
The 2-year-old boy servant called: "Mo Xiang, we have a guest, fan the stove and make tea!" The boy agreed and went to the side room. Here He Guizhu smiled and said: "You two sit down and take care of me."
went."
"Master Wei, please tell me when you come back!" La Aunt Su Ma warned He Guizhu again, then turned to Wu Ciyou and said, "I heard that Mr. Wei is ill. What medicine should he take? Have you checked with the doctor?"
"I don't need to find a doctor for my minor illness." Wu Ciyou smiled bitterly, "Although I am not a good doctor, I can barely take care of myself."
At this point, Aunt Sumala hesitated to speak. She felt that she still had many things to ask, but she just couldn't say them. Wu Ciyou also noticed it and felt even more embarrassed. The two sat in silence, unable to find anything new for a while.
topic. But I also felt that it was just fine as it was, and I couldn’t bear to ruin the atmosphere.
After a while, Aunt Sumala suddenly remembered and said with a smile: "Long'er has been really thinking about your husband this time. It's getting cold, so let me send you some clothes. In a few days, the disaster will pass, and he will ask you to go back."
I'm teaching!" After saying that, he untied a soft gauze package. When he shook it open and looked at it, it was a jade-colored fox fur trimmed with sable fur. When Wu Ciyou walked over to look at it, it was light, soft, smooth, and dense.
It was indeed very valuable, so she smiled and said: "I, a commoner scholar, wear this thing, and don't let others take it as a thief, or it will be stolen by the thief!" Aunt Sumala couldn't help laughing, and also smiled slightly.
.Just at this time, the child came in with tea. Wu Ciyou personally served Wan Niang a cup and sat down to talk.
"Wan Niang," Wu Ciyou suddenly said, "Now there are only you and me. What kind of person is this 'Long'er'? Can you tell me directly?"
"What can't you tell me directly?" Aunt Sumala was suddenly startled. She hurriedly took a sip of tea to cover it up, and said with a smile, "Old Mrs. Suo's son, you are like this in your fifties.
It's so pampered that if you hold it in your mouth, you're afraid it will melt, and if you hold it in the palm of your hand, it'll break. Why, you haven't come to school for three days, and you're already worried as a teacher?"
"No," Wu Ciyou said thoughtfully, "I have been thinking these days that it is really strange to be in such a situation like mine. I am a scholar and am stranded in the capital. Why can Mr. Suo be so polite to a corporal? He welcomes you to the house, but you can't go to the house.
Why did we meet so rarely after that? Even if I offended Ao Bai by writing an article, why did I go so far as to mobilize the troops and not hesitate to break up with Mr. Suo and copy it from me? Why didn't he send me out of the capital after he came to harm me several times? Why did he behave like this?
How many people risked their lives to protect each other?”
Before she finished speaking, Aunt Sumala coughed and collapsed with laughter: "You, you are such a fool...this is all your fantasy! If you want justice, turn it upside down! - Think about others,
Which one should not be done? Master Suo should not be courteous to Corporal Xian? Ao Bai should not come to get you? Everyone should not save you? Then neither should I... come to see you!"
"No, no, that's not what I meant!" Whenever Wu Ciyou heard Aunt Sumala's harsh and sharp words, he was always a little awkward to deal with it. "I was wondering if the eldest son of any prince asked Suo Ma
It seems that it is in line with Long Er’s identity for adults to study.”
When Aunt Sumala was about to argue, she suddenly heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard, and it was He Guizhu's voice: "Miss Wan, Mr. Wei and the others are back, waiting in front!" Wu Ciyou said hurriedly: "Please come and talk together!
"But she didn't listen to Zhu'er's answer. It was expected that she had already left. Aunt Sumala said hurriedly: "No need, it's getting late. I'll go ahead and whistle. I should go too." After saying that, she got up lazily and said,
After a blessing, he whispered: "Sir, please take care of me." Wu Ciyou felt sad and forced a smile: "I asked Long'er how he is...see you soon!"
The "front" that Zhu'er said was actually the "back". In a small courtyard not far from Wu Ciyou, Wei Dongting, Mu Zixu, and Hao Laosi were waiting for Aunt Sumala. They had just returned from the Nine Gates to admiral Wu
Come back on June 1st.
There are people here who know the ins and outs. There is no need to beat around the bush, they can explain it clearly in a few words.
Wei Dongting got the news of Feng Mingjun's impeachment from the insiders of Ao Mansion earlier than Kangxi knew. After breakfast this morning, Wei Dongting took Mu Zixu and Hao Laosi to meet Wu Liuyi. Zha Yihuang was released from prison.
The latter two made friends and always speculated. Some things they could talk about quite thoroughly, but they were always separated by a piece of paper. Wei Dongting took great pains to lead him with topics several times, hoping that the iron beggar could expose it first and ask for the price.
It will be lower. But the iron beggar has his own rules. Whenever he comes here, he has no "iron" spirit and becomes a cloud of fog. He either laughs at him, or Wang Gu talks about him - Wei Dongting
I knew I shouldn't treat him carelessly and heroically, but I laughed at him and scolded him for being cunning.
The two chatted for a while, and Wei Dongting made repeated plans and decided to break through head-on. He used the lid of the bowl to fiddle with the tea leaves floating on it, as if smiling:
"Brother Tie Beggar, you finally have your day. You know these two brothers, so I might as well say it straight. You are going to be promoted to the patrol officer!"
"Stop joking, I have been a powerful and powerful king for half my life, how can I be willing to be bullied by others?" The iron beggar leaned back in his chair and laughed heartily, "The tiger minister actually thought this was a promotion!"
Wei Dongting said: "Your Majesty has been promoted from the third rank to the third rank. How can you say it is not a promotion?"
"Yes!" The iron beggar suddenly changed his tune, "It's not bad to sit in the patrol office. Besides, it's because the Holy One loves me. How can I not be praised!"
The iron beggar pretended to be confused, sometimes talking about the East, sometimes talking about the West. This was the biggest headache for Wei Dongting in dealing with him. Now he heard what he said again, he thought about it and smiled:
"It's a pity that this is not the emperor's grace. It's a pity that you, a great hero, can't see the secret of it!"
"How is it?" Iron Beggar leaned forward and asked, the veins on his forehead twitching.
"No, Zhongtang has made peace with you and treated you as a national scholar. Of course you must repay it as a national scholar!" Wei Dongting saw that he was fuming, so he calmed down a little and lay down relaxedly on the back of the chair, admiring your hand.
Kiln lid bowl.
"Huchen," the iron beggar's tone suddenly softened, "you are such a good character. No wonder Mr. Cha praises you. I don't want to go around in circles anymore, 'I'd rather be the head of a chicken than the queen of a cow'. I'm going to do that bird hall."
What do you do as an official?"
Wei Dongting smiled hoarsely: "Brother Iron Beggar, if you don't transfer your position, it may not mean you are demoted, and if you are promoted, it may not mean you love you. You are smart, but you have to think clearly!"
"I understand this!" Wu Liuyi waved his hand and said, "If you want to take it, you must give it to it first! Let me be my nine-door admiral!"
This was a satisfactory answer. After hearing this, Aunt Sumala thought for a moment and said: "What's going on, you just don't have the code in your hand, so you can't make a bid. - This is easy to handle. After you have made this contribution, change it."
It is also appropriate to wear a first-grade seal. Please go back and ask the emperor to issue a secret edict, and you will send it to him when the time comes. He might as well be a little more secretive for now and hold off on handing over the seal for now. Look at this formation, it will be launched soon!"
If Aunt Sumala had not gone to meet Wei Dongting first, but had come to Jiaxing Tower to meet Aunt Cui first, it might have been a different outcome. But it was too late now. When she got out of the car, she felt something strange. A group of people gathered at the door, whispering to each other.
They were discussing something secretly, and the female shopkeeper of Jiaxing Tower - the owner of the hotel downstairs was crying, muttering something but couldn't hear clearly.
Aunt Sumala heard that it was a dead person, and her head suddenly buzzed. Regardless of the crowd, she pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the store. She climbed the stairs in three steps and two steps to find Cuigu. The little eunuch who drove the carriage came here.
He drove everyone away with words and threats: "Gentlemen, Prince Heshuo has come to see Miss Cui. Our prince will be here soon, so you guys should go away!" People in Beijing always like to watch the excitement, and as soon as they heard about the prince's house
Someone came, but I was afraid that I had some real connection with the prince. I would be whipped, so I had to spend a night squatting in the Hell Temple. After listening to it for a while, there was no news, so I became bored.
Go away.
Aunt Sumala came upstairs and saw several women in the east room making paper horses, paper sedans, and arranging memorial items. When she saw her coming in, a middle-aged woman came over, said a blessing, and asked in a low voice
"Are you here to see Aunt Cui?" Aunt Sumala nodded stiffly. The woman said: "She...has become an immortal. We are all the people she redeemed her body from, and we help with the cooking..." Then
Give up your hand.
Aunt Sumala opened the door and took a look. She was immediately shocked. Her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and she couldn't move. The room was decorated with white curtains and was filled with cigarettes. There was a memorial tablet on the table in the middle, which read:
The spiritual place of Qiuyue, the martyr woman of the river stream, Wu family
There are two plain paintings next to them. They are covered with blood stains. The first couplet reads:
If you are not loyal, how can you be unfilial? I dreamed of returning to Yuntai to be kind and strict.
——Second couplet:
It’s difficult to be restrained, who can be embarrassed? The soul returns to the underworld and looks forward to Chang’an!
Next to it is a line of small words:
Cuigu cried and bled.
What’s even more shocking is that Aunt Cui is wearing a fancy dress, with dark eyebrows, a rouged face, her eyes slightly closed, and a smile on her face. She is still sitting on the chair behind the memorial tablet! When Aunt Sumala came closer to look at her timidly, her color changed.
When rebirth is reduced, there are only six meridians and the breath is cut off. It is just like "the body is like five drums holding the moon on the mountain, and the life is like the oil lamp running out at the third watch"!
For a while, Aunt Sumala felt like she was in a nightmare. No matter what she could not believe, the corpse of a woman in palace clothes who had swallowed mercury and had an ethereal fragrance was the young woman who stopped the car to rescue her half a month ago and spoke harshly.
Why do people want to die?
Staying in this silent upstairs, facing this strange memorial ceremony, Aunt Sumala suddenly felt a chilling feeling of terror in her heart. She wanted to leave, but there was a strange force that attracted her and refused to leave.
"Sister," the middle-aged woman saw the solemn and awed look on her face, squatted down and saluted and asked, "Who are you from Cui Gu?"
Aunt Sumala had an idea and said: "Mingzhu is my brother. He is too sick to come. He asked me to come and have a look. I didn't expect that something like this would happen..." The woman said: "Since the eldest sister is here, I asked her to come."
Forward this letter to Master Ming." After saying that, he shook his hands, took out a letter from his arms and said, "Before she died, Miss Cui asked me to give this to Master Ming..." Aunt Sumala accepted.
When I looked at it, it was a common letter in the market. There was only one line in the middle, which neatly read: Brother Mingzhu personally expresses it, and the subtitle is: Cui Guzhui Xinxin. He asked in a trembling voice: "This thing is too unexpected.
How can you be so nice..."
The woman took out a plain handkerchief from her waist and wiped her tears and said: "I don't quite understand. The old woman downstairs said that Mr. Hu was dressed as a Taoist priest last night, and the two of them had a fight all night long. Mr. Hu got angry and Cui Gu cried for half the night.
This morning, I sent an invitation to some of our former singing sisters. Unexpectedly, they took mercury and fell down on the chair, unable to move... He just handed me this letter and said with a smile: 'Here it is.
Mingzhu——'I can't say another word..." At this point, the woman broke down in tears.
Aunt Sumala left Jiaxing Tower and returned to Da Nei with a sad heart. It was already Shenpai. Under the blood-red sunset, she entered the palace from Longzongmen in a trance and went straight to the Yangxin Hall. When the maid on duty saw her coming back, she was busy
He came up and said: "Long live the Lord went to Cining Palace to pay his respects. He left a few box vegetable packets for my sister. He said that my sister doesn't eat meat and oil, so I asked her to change her taste!" Aunt Su Ma was startled.
, then he realized that he had returned to the Forbidden City, so he forced a smile and said: "Let's leave it there, I will eat it later." Then he opened the curtain and went back to his room, and fell down on the couch as if he had fallen apart.
She carefully took out the slip, and seeing that it was not sealed, she was obviously not afraid of people seeing it, so she turned over and looked inward. Under the dim candlelight, she pulled out the plain note inside, and saw that it read:
Mingzhu Brother's Guide: The cuckoo sounds in the rain and I dream about it, and my brother and I have been traveling together for a long time! The journey home is unclear, and things are unknowable. Only the autumn flowers of the duckweed, the soul-broken willows, and the waning moon above the building can leave their beautiful shadows under my feet. Slave
It is not lighter than the living but heavier than the dead. It is difficult to advance and retreat, and there is no room for wandering. The heart and mind are exhausted, how can blood and tears be shed in vain! I can neither stick to my father's ambition nor share the hatred of the enemy with my brother. I moan and groan all night long, wandering without a plan, and decide.
He repays his former king and his master by committing suicide. Perhaps he feels pity for the slave in the vast world, and hopes to repay his kindness to his brother in the next life! Enclosed are four ugly poems, all of which are the thoughts of the slave's life. They were obtained by walking alone under the moon. The voice of a dying person.
I am also mourning. It is not without reason*, to repay your affection for you.
Sister Cuigu wept in Jiaxing Tower
Attached to the letter is a piece of Xue Tao's paper. On the thin paper, four quatrains are written in Zhongwang's small regular script, which is sad and moving.
Aunt Sumala was sobbing softly after reading the poem. Suddenly she heard the clatter of boots behind her, so she quickly wiped away her tears and stood up. However, Kangxi had already smiled and approached and said, "You must be tired today! You should go out for a walk when you are tired."
To relax, just lying down will make you sick - what you are holding in your hand must not have been written by Mr. Wu, right?"
Only then did Aunt Sumala realize that Aunt Cui was still holding the suicide note in her hand. She hurriedly smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's just a thing written by someone else. I happened to see it and took it for a look."
"Since Mr. Wu didn't give it to you," Kangxi stretched out his hand and said, "Why don't you let me come and take a look." Aunt Sumala had no choice but to hold the letter up with both hands and whispered in her mouth: "Long live my Lord, Aunt Cui."
Dead!"
Kangxi's expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly grabbed the letter, looked at it hurriedly, and his face became paler. With trembling hands, he returned the suicide note to Aunt Sumala and asked: "She... how is she now?"
Aunt Sumala sobbed and recounted the scenes she had just seen to Kangxi in detail. Kangxi listened silently, nodded and sighed: "What a pity, what a pity - do you know? 'Xian Jun' means Qian Ming, 'Later Master'"
'I can't decide between the two, and coupled with the troubles of love, I feel uneasy and mentally broken, so I have no choice but to take this path."
"Then you shouldn't take this dead end!" Aunt Sumala wiped away her tears and said, "Can she become a monk? Wouldn't it be good if the Lord Long Live pointed out a temple for her to practice?"
Kangxi smiled bitterly and said: "Thank you for being a Buddhist disciple! Only when the four elements are empty and lose one's ambition can a monk become empty and clear. Now she is in a mess and cannot be liberated! - I'm afraid that Hu Gongshan will take the path you mentioned.
Okay, it's a pity that I can't use this person." At this point, he paused, and after a long time he continued, "I also know a little bit about Hu Gongshan. He is different from Cuigu. I miss him.
It's Qian Ming, but he relies on Yunnan, and he can't do anything in front of me. - Both of these people have contributed to me, and they originally wanted to be a favor to me, but now... alas!"
Seeing that Kangxi looked miserable and very sad, Aunt Sumala had to cheer up and comfort him: "It's just because she is not blessed and can't bear the grace of Lord Long Live. Let's not talk about this, let's talk about our own affairs.
. If I don’t go to Mr. Wu’s place, I’m afraid my secret will be revealed!”
"I must go." Kangxi said, "Have you seen him today?"
"He has become suspicious, wondering which prince the Long Live Master is?" Aunt Sumala thought of Wu Ciyou's silly appearance, a smile appeared on her face, and she said sternly, "Xiao Weizi and the others said,
Wu Liuyi has to ask for the grace of Long Live and write him a secret edict."
Only then did Kangxi realize that he was tired of standing, so he sat down on a chair and said, "Okay! The position named Wu is a bit unfair to him. I originally wanted to give him the position of governor of Guangdong. - The court is busy now.
Tell Young Master Wu Liuyi to be quiet. I won’t say this clearly for now, I just know it in my heart. Go and wait for the pen and ink!”
Aunt Sumala returned to Yangxin Hall, where she took out a blank copy of the imperial edict from its package. She came over with pen, ink and cinnabar, and spread it out with both hands. Kangxi rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pen and wet the ink to write.
:
The change of the post of Admiral of the Nine Gates of Beijing led by Wu Liuyi will not be followed without my own handwriting.
Think about it and add another sentence:
I am responsible for controlling the patrol departments of the five cities of Ruwu in the 61st year. There is a vacancy for the officials below the third rank of the court, and I will temporarily wait for the officer to be dismissed. I will follow the edict later. I appreciate this!
After finishing writing, he took out a jade seal from his arms. This was a jade seal he had recently used to carry with him. It was specially used for secret edicts. The words "Ti Yuan Master" were engraved on it. It was made of cinnabar clay and was heavily sealed. It was very delicate.
Bright. Aunt Sumala hurriedly stretched out her hands to receive it.
"Slow down!" Kangxi's tone suddenly became very serious. Aunt Sumala watched him grow up, and she had never heard him have such a tone. "With this edict in his hands, everything inside and outside the palace will be affected."
It’s Wu Liuyi’s! My fortune and life, the fate of the Empress Dowager and you all depend on this person, so don’t be careless!”
Aunt Sumala was startled at first, but suddenly she realized something. She couldn't help but admire Kangxi's hard work, and then whispered: "Long Live Lord is really worried! But... what should I do?"
"In this way," Kangxi pondered for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Wan Niang, this is the edict for him. I will give Xiao Weizi another personal edict, telling him to take advantage of Wu Liu's movements to prevent changes.
The change in the situation. Xiao Wei Zi has always been loyal and filial, and will never have second thoughts. Besides, Sun Amu..." He suddenly paused and stopped talking.
No more going on, Sumala Aunt also fully understood that Sun Amu was under the control of Kangxi. This was indeed foolproof, but Sumala Aunt never expected that this person who had been chirping around her in hide-and-seek
The emperor, this sensible, cheerful and amiable young emperor, was so suspicious that he couldn't help but shudder. He forced a smile and said: "Little Wei Zi is just a third-class shrimp. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold it down due to his rank..."
"What's so difficult about this!" Kangxi said coldly, "I will issue an edict tomorrow and promote him to the rank of first-class bodyguard!" (To be continued)
