There are large osmanthus trees planted in Santai Academy. In autumn, the fragrance of osmanthus lingers throughout the academy, making you feel refreshed and refreshed.
Fu Jin built a loft halfway up the mountain, with half of it facing the cliff and surrounded by osmanthus trees. In autumn, he would sit in the loft while watching the sea of clouds and drinking wine, which was a great pleasure.
In his early years, Jiang Wenfeng only knew that Mr. Fu had an attic, but he did not know that it was such a place. He thought that for an elegant man like Mr. Fu, the attic must be filled with various classic books, famous calligraphy and paintings, and he usually either recited poems or composed poems.
Citing scriptures.
Only when I came here did I realize that the ghost’s collection of classic books! The ghost’s famous calligraphy and paintings! There are only various wine vessels and various wine jars in it!
"Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine. If you want to drink, play the pipa immediately..." On the corridor facing the cliff, Fu Jin crossed his legs, holding the wine glass in his hand, leaning on the recliner and rocking, looking extremely carefree.
Across the wine table, Jiang Wenfeng, who was sitting upright, looked at his feet stretched out from the corridor: "Sir, are you afraid of falling if you do this?"
Fu Jindao: "How did you read? I sit so low and my feet are so high, how could I fall?"
Jiang Wenfeng twitched his lips: "You also know that you stretched your legs too high."
The feet are higher than the head, is there still a sitting posture?
Fu Jin scolded: "Why, are you dissatisfied with Mr.?"
Jiang Wenfeng frowned: "I don't dare."
If so, will he still live until tomorrow?
After finishing the wine, Fu Jin fiddled with changing the rhinoceros horn cup.
Jiang Wenfeng spent a whole day but couldn't get an accurate answer. He couldn't help but asked: "Sir, what on earth do you want to do to Miss Ming?"
Fu Jin was surprised: "What to do? What should I do?"
Jiang Wenfeng was surprised: "You don't want to do anything, so you ask in such detail?"
The talk started last night. Fu Jin caught him and asked him about Mingwei for a long time. He started asking about Mingwei's family and continued to ask about the things she did in Beijing. For ** months, Jiang Wenfeng's mouth went dry.
Dry tongue.
He asked again and again without getting tired of it.
This is not what he wants to do, he can cut off his head!
The white wine was poured into the rhinoceros horn cup. Fu Jin smelled the aroma and said, "This Miss Ming you are talking about is not an ordinary person!"
Jiang Wenfeng thought to himself, nonsense! Is this even necessary to summarize?
But Fu Jin took a sip and continued: "The antelope hangs its horns and there is no trace to be found. She seems to have appeared out of nowhere and suddenly got involved in these things."
Jiang Wenfeng was stunned: "Sir..."
Fu Jin smiled: "What would have happened if I hadn't met her in Dongning's case? You couldn't find the spy's bones, you couldn't find his soul, and you couldn't even know what was wrong with the Ming family. So, this rebellion
Even if you find evidence of the crime, the mastermind behind it will escape. You can’t even find out their existence! Ming San? Who would suspect a dead person? "
Jiang Wenfeng nodded involuntarily, he thought so too.
"So, here's the problem."
Fu Jin put the empty wine glass back on the table: "Where did she come from? I will connect you one by one and finally solve the case perfectly."
"..." Jiang Wenfeng fell into deep thought.
"Also, you are so busy with official duties, but you have taken a few days out for her. Is it not just because of our friendship with Dongning? Is it because you owe her a huge favor, so you are not allowed to repay her?"
Jiang Wenfeng was shocked.
Fu Jin glanced at her and smiled lightly: "As expected. Don't be afraid, I won't ask you the specific reason, I only want to ask you one thing."
"...Sir, please tell me."
"Does she have a purpose in helping you?"
Jiang Wenfeng was silent for a moment before replying: "She said that when my official position is high enough, she will tell me what needs to be done."
Fu Jin nodded: "That's right."
"Sir," Jiang Wenfeng asked, "What have you realized?"
Fu Jin poured more or less wine into each wine glass, took a chopstick and tapped it gently, making it jingle like a piece of music.
"She is an anomaly. Without her, there would be no perfect conclusion to the Dongning case. Without her, Xuandu Temple would not be in this direction. Without her..."
Fu Jin paused for a moment, then knocked hard with his chopsticks. There was a "ding" sound and a long groan from the cup.
He threw down his chopsticks, drank the glass of wine in one gulp, and said, "This day I have been waiting for will never come!"
…
During our first autumn hunting trip in ten years, no one expected such a thing to happen.
The demon was sneaked into the autumn hunting team, causing half of the imperial army to lose their combat effectiveness. Fortunately, your majesty was wise and brave, and used the trick to successfully capture the demon.
So, in just two days, the autumn hunting ended hastily.
Mingwei got on the carriage and saw drizzle falling outside.
"The young man listened to the rain song upstairs, and the tent was darkened by red candles. The mature man listened to the rain in the boat, the river was wide and the clouds were low, and the wild geese called out to the west wind. Now I listen to the rain..."
Mingwei smiled mid-read. When did she become so wistful?
Through the car curtain, Ji Ling's voice came over: "Cousin, you are so young, how can you say that you are now in your prime? You really think of yourself as old."
Ming smiled and said: "What my cousin said is that I won't force myself to talk about my sorrow in the future."
When she was young, she either studied art or
"now it's right."
Mingwei held the car window and looked at the dark sky.
The long autumn hunting team could not be seen to the end, nor could Yang Shu be seen.
She felt something was wrong.
They went their separate ways that day, and Yang Shu never looked for her again.
She asked Duofu to ask, but Awan said he was not here.
Don't tell me that both parties need to talk to each other to finish the matter. Even if it is not necessary, he will try his best to see her.
He suddenly stopped coming to see me, which makes me feel weird no matter how I think about it.
Either he can't come to see you, or...
There was the sound of horses neighing in her ears, and a knight blocked her view.
Mingwei raised his eyes and surprisingly found that it was Xuan Fei.
"Don't look, he won't come."
Mingwei almost thought that he heard it wrong, but who else could such a nice voice be except Guanzhu Xuanfei?
She rubbed her numb ears and asked, "Do you know the inside story?"
Xuan Fei smiled and asked instead, "Have you noticed something different in his face earlier?"
Mingwei paused.
Xuan Fei seemed to be talking to her, or to himself: "I'm not good at it! I didn't notice before that his appearance had changed."
"..."
Xuan Fei turned his head and looked at her condescendingly. His handsome features showed the joy of winning over her: "There are times when you can't answer something?"
Mingwei suddenly smiled brilliantly: "Yes! I noticed something was wrong with his face at first sight, but you didn't realize it until now, which is a bit beyond my expectation. I thought that the direct disciple of Master Xuxing should... you know!
"
Xuanfei snorted and turned around: "It seems you don't want to hear it anymore." He said, trying to pull the reins.
"Hey!" Mingwei stopped him, "If you leave in such a hurry, I will think you are jealous."