Xizhou Qu

Fish dive into flowers and shadows, birds read among clouds, time always flies by, like quicksand floating on the bottom of a river, you can't catch it, you can't hold it.

Unknowingly, he spent several months in this Xingyun Pavilion, from the beginning of autumn to the end of winter, and the person who had never survived three months under Du Lao's hands was actually broken by him.

His medical and poison skills have gained great knowledge from Du Lao. Du Lao wanted to accept him as a disciple, but he reluctantly refused. After all, he had a master, so how could he find someone else to be his master? But the stubborn Du Lao thought that he was a disciple sent to him by God, if he could not be a disciple, he would be a foster son, and Jiang Yu reluctantly accepted a foster father under such circumstances.

As the adoptive son of Du Lao, he has the token given by Du Lao. Du Lao doesn't seem to know that he is the object of Su Linyu's death, but only thinks that he is a roadside beggar who was swept away by the people he sent out. come.And that short man often sent big living people to the old man every now and then. At first, he was afraid of being recognized, but later found that the other party didn't take him seriously at all. After all, he went to the old man's yard every month. There was a lot of food for the poisonous snakes and insects, and he couldn't remember it at all, and he wouldn't remember it.

After staying in this old man's yard for several months, he was more or less curious about where the Xingyun Pavilion was, so he took the token given by him and used the old drug to change his appearance slightly, but fortunately Su Linyu He didn't come here often, he walked through many courtyards, but he didn't meet Su Linyu.

This is indeed Yunsheng other courtyard, each courtyard has its own use, some courtyards are training countless killers, as he was walking, he accidentally came to an artificial lake full of red lotuses, There is a huge gazebo on this artificial lake that is exactly the same as the dilapidated courtyard of Su Linyu's house when he broke into it.There is also a large stone table above the gazebo, which is a bit wasteful for eating. If you play chess and drink tea, it is like ants surrounding a huge cake.

He walked into that courtyard by accident. Unlike the dilapidated courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, this place is full of vitality. Most of the red lotuses in the lake have been ruined, and the lotus leaves have been adjusted to zero. Occasionally, there are a few yellowish leaves, which is also a picture of lifelessness. The look of playing color.Occasionally, a gust of breeze blows by, causing countless ripples.

He walked in, and it was a portrait of a person tall. On the portrait was an old man with a white beard. The old man was wearing the dragon robe of Emperor Ming, with kind eyes, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be full of spring love. It turned out to be his. His father, Jiang Ren, was once the king of Cangyun Kingdom.

He stared at the painting for a long time, and finally he only sighed faintly. The former Jiang Family Empire has long since ceased to exist, and none of the former royal families survived except him and his younger sister Jiang Ruyu.

Among the many ruins of countries in the world, it seems that there are very few countries that really died in wars. Most of them died in the arms of beauties, died in the cup of wine, died in sensuality, and died in laziness and luxury. .

His father, Jiang Ren, was the most able to enjoy the prosperity and prosperity in the world. There were so many beauties in the harem, and three thousand beauties still felt that it was not enough.

He was addicted to sensuality and couldn't extricate himself from it. He built countless high-rise buildings, Fengge and Dragon Towers, and Yushu Qiongzhi as tobacco.Under the illusion of prosperity, there is already a country full of complaints, and the public only has two words for this extremely extravagant monarch, stupid monarch.

He sighed faintly, then turned and left, but his attention was attracted by the sub-poetry on the table.

The lake and the sea are gradually warming up, and the gentle spring is endless.

Spring blooms with silver and snow, and the snow turns green and fresh.

It's a pity that there are only two lines. He clearly remembers that this is a spring poem written by his father before his death. When the country was destroyed, he finished the last two lines, but the only people present at that time were him and a general, so no one knew what he said. wrote this poem.Afterwards, he wrote down the remaining two lines following the two lines on the table.

The new rain urges the flowers to be chaotic, and the chaotic warbler sings Liu Zhen.

It really tastes like spring wine, delicious and sour.

This spring poem is actually not the best among all the poems written by his father Jiang Ren, but it is more innovative, because the end of each line follows the beginning of the next line, although the end is connected, it is not messy and abrupt. .

Because of its novelty, among all his father's poems, the only one he remembers is this poem written when the country was ruined and his family was destroyed. His father was also a man of considerable poetic talent. Not a bad poet.

When he exited that courtyard, the sky had already started to darken, and the setting sun gradually sank into the mountains. It was already evening, and the lotus shadows in the lake swayed like ghosts and ghosts with the wind. He felt a little cold. Perhaps seeing the portrait of his father reminded him of the past. various pasts.

He was also an enviable wealthy prince who was born with gold and jade in his mouth. If his country was not ruined and his family was destroyed, his life would be carefree and he would live a life where thousands of people worship him. Just thinking about it is like a heavenly palace. Let people sink.

Once the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, it will be heaven and earth, and he was also a person who met the prosperity of fireworks.Compared with the following 12 years of men disguised as women, hiding their identities as much as possible, and living in the cracks, how can we not let people have an aftertaste.

Lost and never gained, there is only a difference of two words, that is, there is a "once" in the middle, and those two words are enough to make people feel extremely painful and beyond redemption.

When he returned to the old man's yard, he had just sat down on the chair in his room and was about to rest when he was greeted by a tall and burly old man.

The old man entered the compound of the old man alone, because the old man likes to live alone, so there are very few people in his yard. When Jiang Yu walked out of the room and went up to him, an invisible sense of oppression came from the old man's body. Come.

He was a little baffled, but he was also somewhat startled. After all, no matter whether he was in Ye Ziyu's home in Xizhou City, or in the sparsely populated Ciyun Temple, or in the Xingyun Pavilion and Yunsheng courtyard, he couldn't see him. Those who are light can only commit themselves to those who survive in the cracks.

He looked at the old man carefully. The old man had a beard all over his face, and he was wearing a simple casual dress, but he vaguely felt that although the clothes were not gorgeous, they were also made of rare silk and satin.The old man also looked his face up and down, and then asked: "Shicai, I heard from the guards that you entered my yard."

Jiang Yu frowned. He only entered the study room where he mentioned poems. Could it be that the yard belonged to the other party? Did the other party blame him for moving his things?

Thinking of it this way, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a humble face: "I'm really sorry, I didn't hold back the poetic nature when I saw the poems on your desk, so I wrote a few sentences at random, please forgive me."

"Wrote two sentences randomly"

The old man asked back, his eyes were even more scorching, as if he wanted to see through him.

He continued to ask: "Do you know who made this poem?"

Jiang Yu lowered his eyebrows and replied obediently: "It was done by the former emperor Jiang Ren."

"Then do you know that the former emperor was hacked and killed in Shangyang Palace by the rebel army who rushed into the palace just after writing this poem."

Jiang Yu shook his head, then said, "I don't know.

But the old man suddenly let out a rage, "I don't know, shortly after Bi Xia finished writing this poem, he was killed by the rebel army, and the blood splashed three feet stained the poem, and then the poem was burned to ashes in the fire, so There are no more than three people who know this poem: Bi Xia, me, and the prince Jiang Yu who was only five years old at the time."

Jiang Yu was shocked. He didn't expect that Xingyun Pavilion was created by the former general, but why he was willing to submit to Su Linyu, the prime minister's son.

Before he could ask, his clothes were violently shaken open by the old man's internal force, revealing the long knife marks on his back that were one foot long and the brand mark of the jade pendant.

The old man stared at his back with fierce eyes and said: "Good you Su Linyu, good you son of the prime minister, you dare to lie to me, I thought the marks on his back didn't look like the jade seals, they were not from memory. Look, I didn't expect him, Su Lin Yujing, to be so bold that he even dared to lie to me, Wei Cang. He lied to me for so many years, and he, Su Linyu, should come back."

Then the old man knelt down in front of Jiang Yu, and said, "The old man rubbed his eyes, but he didn't recognize the real His Royal Highness, and mistook his ambitious Su Linyu for the prince. Please forgive me."

Jiang Yu quickly helped the old man up, and said with emotion: "Please, old man, I am no longer a prince. After the fall of the previous dynasty, there will be no such person as Prince Jiang Yu."

When he helped him up, Jiang Yu was still a little awkward. It had been many years since no one had saluted him. He found sadly that what he had lost was not only the prince, but also many invisible and unspeakable things. thing.

The old man stood up, and then asked some questions about his living conditions in the past few years. He had a lot of feelings for a while. This Xingyun Pavilion was originally a force created by him, in order to find the whereabouts of the prince Jiang Yu.

A few years ago, he accidentally met Su Linyu who was recuperating at a distant relative's home. Su Linyu lied that he was the prince and had a mark similar to the prince's on his back.By mistake, he became the adopted son of the prime minister. In order to stop Youyou's mouth, he was sent to a distant relative's home to recuperate.It's just that he always felt that the scars on Su Linyu's back were not very similar, but due to Su Linyu's age and his temperament, coupled with his clever words, Wei Cang finally believed him, and then Xingyun Pavilion was used by him.

At first, he also used the poem in the study to test Su Linyu, but Su Linyu said cleverly, saying that he was too young, so he forgot, and had no impression of Chunshi at all.

Su Linyu played a dangerous game of chess, and no one would have guessed that he was so bold at such a young age, and that the old general who was over the age of [-] was deceived by a yellow-mouthed child. I have to say that Su Linyu's concentration and mind Beyond ordinary people.Wei Cang, who left the poisonous old courtyard, had an unusually gloomy face, and his eyes had the haze like the eve of a storm.

Jiang Yu thought that after his identity was exposed by Wei Cang, Du Lao would submit to him like those people in the Xingyun Pavilion, blaming himself for taking a adopted son indiscriminately, but the other party didn't take his identity seriously at all, as if Jiang Yu It doesn't matter who it is, what he cares about is always Jiang Yu's ability to heal and poison.And whether he can make greater breakthroughs and progress in medicine and poison. From this point of view, the poison

The old man seems to be an out-and-out poisonous lunatic.