laughing soul

In terms of seniority, Gu Wei is the only person in the entire Cuiwei Pavilion who is qualified to invite the pavilion owner to eat bamboo shoots and barbecue.First, they searched and took away all the incense on the altar table, annoyed Xu Shengan who wanted to repair the relationship with him, and then used small pliers to pry open all the treasure chests in the whole pavilion, filled a bag of silver and ran away, asking Gu Wei to count Years of savings are all in vain.

This person was born to bring blood and blood to Cui Weige, and he presented it in various forms.

The incense was contented to be used by him to bribe the bald donkey of Tianyuan Temple. Coincidentally, on the day he wandered through the snow and sang a little song, the old eunuch sent by Qiu Sheng was full of flirtatiousness with his legs crossed. Walking out, I happened to meet him face to face.

Even though he had put on the mask presciently, Chu Yu was still in a cold sweat from the fright of his official uniform, obviously he didn't expect that the retribution for doing something bad to his heart would come so soon.

The old eunuch bent down respectfully and saluted: "Master Jingsheng, are you safe?"

Seeing that he couldn't run away, Chu Yu had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Thanks to your concern, everything is fine. Why did your father-in-law come here for this trip?"

The father-in-law looked very worried about the country and the people, sighed, and shook the Buddha dust twice. Although his face was full of "don't mention it", he still complained with his voice: "Master doesn't know, the palace That His Majesty, either took the wrong medicine or forgot to take it recently, and didn't even touch the beauties in the harem, so why are you looking for...Chu Yu?"

Chu Yu's face, which was hidden under the mask, turned red the moment he was called.

"Recently, I have nothing to do. I have been instilling the idea of ​​governing the country to the little prince Jingran. How old is he? Is it possible to calm down the world and not enjoy the happy life of pilgrimage for a few years? He always talks about passing on the throne. Pass it on, does this sound good?" He shook his head and lamented that people's hearts are not old, while he stretched out his hand to comb a strand of thorny hair, "I don't know what happened to that young master Chu? Moth, His Majesty begged for some incense from Zhanshan Temple and presented it to your temple in order to inquire about him. He also said that he would spare time to ask Master Jingran for advice. Just talk about it. He is busy with state affairs and it’s the New Year’s Eve , Can't get around without him in the capital? This kid..." He seemed to realize that he was talking too much nonsense, how could this bald donkey be willing to take care of the crap in the world of mortals?

"Your Majesty also wrote a special letter to the master. The old slave will be handed over to Master Jingran first. There are still some small gifts, which are not respectful. Master Wanwang, please don't dislike him."

As soon as Chu Yu heard "inquire about him", his face turned pale, and then he said "specially write letters", the whole person wished to become a human-shaped Chinese cabbage, and nodded back very tiredly: "What is the father-in-law talking about, killing the poor!" Monk."

Pretending to be perfunctory, he thought to himself: This man really killed me.

Thanks to his mask, none of the monks in the temple recognized him, but they thought he was a distinguished guest when they saw the high-end monk robes, they all put down their work and came forward to greet him, serving tea and water, changing clothes and taking off Shoes, it can be said that the care was incomplete, and in the end it was the monks who rushed to welcome him in.

This attitude was so condescending that the pavilion master was quite caught off guard. In the past, he always looked like a mouse crossing the street and was going to be classified into the category where everyone shouted and beat him. Now he just changed his skin and got a new one. The shocking reversal made Chu Yu flattered.

In fact, everyone's reception has changed from fighting against the enemy to being neither humble nor overbearing. The owner of the pavilion, who is sometimes careful and sometimes thick, is always willing to squat in a small corner and silently add drama to himself.

After going around and going around, he finally entered Jingran's room without anyone else around. Chu Yu was trying to tease him with a fake face, but the old man just narrowed his eyes slightly, and then smiled kindly as always.

"Pavilion Master, from which kind-hearted person did you get this good thing?"

Chu Yu was about to hold his throat and say a few words, but when he was pointed out, he broke his power in an instant, and grabbed it casually: "How did you find out?"

Jing Ran reached out to take the tea thrown by Chu Yu and kneaded a few handfuls, then put it aside, and concentrated on cooking tea: "The old monk is not talented, so he still has a little bit of the art of changing faces. It's not impossible to see it. Moreover, this face is quite familiar..."

Chu Yu raised his head to look at him, and saw that the old Taoist stopped his movements, concentrating on exchanging feelings with Fang Liangzi for a moment, and then he suddenly opened up inexplicably: "Remember, Your Majesty used to wear this thing...exactly the same, shouldn't it be yes?"

"No, stop guessing," Chu Yu reached into his arms, took out the soul-inspiring lamp and put it on the table, "Let's talk about business today, the first thing," he paused abruptly, as if trying to cover up something As if rubbing the tip of his nose with his right index finger, he turned his face away, "Letter to me."

Jing Ran did not gossip like a fluke: "It's so light, it's almost as if there's nothing in it."

After all, the letter is still a personal item. The pavilion master has absolutely no habit of sharing it with others. He took it and stuffed it into his sleeve, and said indifferently: "Don't be so curious... I am here for the purpose of leaving the soul. In the past two days, his intention to break through my defense and show up in the world has become stronger, and he can hardly restrain it several times, so it is better to eradicate it as soon as possible."

Jing Ran glanced at the Soul Enlightenment Lamp on the table, and saw that there was almost no oil left in it, and she understood: "Of course it's good for you to think like this, but your life is hanging by a thread, and the way of chess is very difficult." When you enter a dead end and take one step, you are often forced to think about how to do it in the next ten steps. Let alone the matter of leaving the soul, you will stop your hard work for half a month, and drink a few days of decoction at the poor monk to nourish your blood. As for the subsequent exorcism, I told you earlier that this matter is extremely dangerous, and if you don’t have a good body, you will definitely not be able to survive... Not to mention that you are going from bad to worse now, but with your current body, I’m afraid It’s also hard to hold on.”

"It's okay." Chu Yu waved his hand, took a cup of cold tea and drank it, "After Lihun is done, I'll go to Huadu to find Xu Liushan to get rid of the poisonous bones, and I will come back after my mental strength is stable."

Jing Ran was taken aback when she heard the words, and then said with a gentle smile: "The Pavilion Master's trip to the capital was not in vain, after all, he has seen a lot."

Chu Yu shook his head with a smile, bowed and said, "It's been half a month, thanks to Master's care."

Jing Ran laughed and went away with a lamp: "You sit down first, the poor monk will go to the Medicine Pavilion to get some small things."

There was still the heart-wrenching letter in his arms, and Chu Yu wished that the old bald donkey would get out of here quickly, and watched Jing Ran go out with a smile on his face, and almost couldn't wait to take out the letter that was covered in heat from his lapel.

Holding the letter tightly, the pavilion master suddenly became baffled by his own thoughts.

As for what?Isn't it just a letter?

He closed his eyes, forced his slightly chaotic heartbeat to stabilize, carefully pressed the place stuck by the red wax with one finger and tore it lightly, opened the envelope without destroying the prototype, and pushed down slightly. Qing, couldn't help laughing softly.

No wonder to put it mildly, the letter sent by the Lord Long Live, who is always happy to do things independently, is different from ordinary people. He only sent a small note, and then a small paper package exuding the fragrance of tea. Nothing else.

Chu Yu put the tea bag away for the time being, and then unfolded the note first.

Qiu Sheng's handwriting is not as free and easy as he himself is, on the contrary, it reveals a well-behaved youthful air. It is admirable for Long Live to use this kind of "childish" handwriting to tease beauties.

"The New Year's Eve is approaching, and it's unbearably dry and cold in the capital. I told Mr. Liu to find some good tea to nourish his health. Who would have thought that he would be lucky enough to have this old Pu'er tea cake, which is not only mellow, but also refreshing and sweet. There is no one around here. Those who know tea can share it, thinking that Tianyuan can only drink ordinary black tea to moisten his mouth, so I will share this blessing with Your Excellency, don't be surprised if you hope."

His heart, which was frozen hard under the entanglement and strangulation of ghost fog and poisonous bones in the twelfth lunar month, had already opened an inch for this person to warm him up. The boiling water flowed warmly into the capital.

When the sound of footsteps came, Chu Yu's eyes darkened, he turned over the envelope and put away the envelope. When Jing Ran walked in, he had already resumed his honest posture of sitting upright, and there were only two rough porcelain used in the temple left on the table. cup.

He raised his head and smiled slightly at the monk: "Which medicines are they?"

Jing Ran is not a fool, so she could see that Chu Yu's expression had changed just now, but he didn't want to poke it out, but just sat down with a smile: "If you think it's bitter, I'll give it to you like two coins of coarse sugar for medicine. First, stretch out your hand. You get two needles."

Chu Yu suddenly felt numbness on the top of his head. The old monk never paid attention to the measure and strength of his hands, and every needle was numb and painful, as if his body was instantly covered with big ants that could suck human blood.Although the owner of the pavilion has spent almost no day in the past 20 years without suffering from various pains, he has always been immune to this kind of inexplicable and a little bit of needle pain. When he thinks of the sour taste, his whole body almost wants to go to bed. Jump up on the stool.

He lowered his head and sighed silently. He struggled with himself for a while, but obediently stretched out his hand.

There are countless capable people in the world, and there are not a few people who go to heaven and earth, but they are not necessarily extraordinary. It doesn't take everyone to be clean, even a little-known young man can easily catch a seven-foot man without a fight.

Sick and in pain, all the world wants is a good medicine.

The Pavilion Master's life would be better than death to treat illnesses, while the Long Live Lord in the capital lived a peaceful life for a few days.

As soon as the New Year's Day comes, all those whose heads are still on their necks are bluffing with joy.On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, jade plates and delicacies are enshrined to the Stove Lord; on the 24th, the dust is removed and the cloth is new, and the open and dark ditches are dredged, just waiting for the New Year's Eve to be a lively event.Invitations to wine and food, incense sticks and wax to worship ancestors, constitutional letters to receive gods, golden lions to welcome wealth, lights on the long streets of Kyoto that stay on all night, fireworks that have never been seen in previous years burst into joy, Qiu Sheng carried a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus brewing screen and retreated All the attendants climbed up to the Yingxian Building built by the late emperor with huge sums of money alone, with half a mouthful of wine pressed under the bottom of their tongues, they tasted some cold bitterness.

Fuhui went to Tianyuan Temple and brought back some dispensable news, not so much useful as helping Jingran put a cold shot on him.

He ordered Fuhui to hand over a letter to Jingran, and asked about Chu Yu's physical condition in an insinuating way, but the bald donkey played a trick on the old eunuch because he didn't have time to take a run. Fake idiots, all they said were medical terminology that laymen would be confused by. Fuhui was taken aback for a while, and hurriedly wrote down every word, feeling that the eminent monk really lived up to his name. He has dabbled in medical skills, and he didn't know that he was completely fooled by this person.

After translating it according to the medical book, I realized that the bald donkey was talking nonsense.What is a slight loss of qi and blood, you should eat more blood and qi nourishing foods, eat less cold food, and drink more hot tea... Those who don’t know think this is a prescription for some weak lady in the boudoir, and it’s the same as saying nothing .

To be honest, either he was guarded against leaking some news, or he was worried that he would be weak and unable to withstand such a big blow. According to Qiu Sheng's understanding of Chu Yu these days, it should be both, or maybe he would also be incidental. For reasons of which he knew nothing.

They all play sloppy with him, just relying on this is enough to make Long live Lord physically and mentally exhausted, not to mention that this matter also involves Chu Yu.

A gust of cold wind came whistling, Qiu Sheng didn't have time to close his eyes, just in time to face the wind against the sand, shed two lines of clear tears almost instantly.

He was dangling the wine jar with the bottom left, looking aimlessly at the lights of Wanjia downstairs in Yingxian Building, suddenly, without any warning, he was filled with loneliness and swept his whole body. Sealing his throat, he couldn't say a word.

As a king, he is actually such a quiet person.

Even though his heart and eyes are full of a person who is thousands of miles away, he is locked in a high pavilion by this dragon robe, and his actions are restricted.

He slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to hold a newly blooming firework in his palm, but he watched helplessly that the splendor only flashed for a moment, and then only darkness fell into his arms.

I just feel that the time is just a joke, the inexplicable throne, the untimely destination of life, Kong stretched out his hands, but he could only hold on to a railing on the Yingxian Building.

"Your Majesty is on the pavilion, even the adults should go."

Li Ci's voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs, and Qiu Sheng's dull and mournful face disappeared almost instantly. He raised the wine jar and drank it up, wiped the corners of his mouth and raised his eyes, and heard a series of footsteps behind him.

"Chen Liancheng, see Your Majesty."

"There are no outsiders here, so get up and talk," Qiu Sheng leaned against the railing, "What's the matter, Ah Cheng, why don't you ask Master Zhen Xing if you haven't received the New Year's food?"

Liancheng's face was a little gloomy because of his flying fish suit, he was probably not in the mood to joke, he didn't accept the joke from Long Live Lord, he just obeyed the order and stood up straight, he wanted to say something but hesitated many times: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty ..."

Qiu Sheng was stunned by his ambiguous attitude for a moment, frowning and glanced around again: "There are no outsiders, just speak straight."

"Yes, Your Majesty, it's about tracking down the ghost," Liancheng said in a low voice, "There are clues."

Qiu Sheng's eyebrows twitched: "Tell me in detail."

Liancheng: "Yes. Ever since Eunuch Fulin was murdered by thieves, I have secretly sent troops to closely monitor the empress's chambers. I thought that if the empress was just an unimportant chess piece for them, it would be very likely that she would give up as soon as she made a move. Back way, but take this opportunity to prove to His Majesty that the empress is innocent. Unexpectedly, this move was wrong, and a secret path was discovered."

"Near the queen's bedroom." Since Qiu Jingran was taken away from the queen, Qiu Sheng has gone to the harem one of the few times, even thinking about the structure of her own garden, "nearby... other than a small garden? "

"Your Majesty, don't you remember? When His Majesty came to the throne on the first day of junior high school, he moved the House of Internal Affairs to the small garden for some reason. Now the ones closest to the empress are those eunuchs with ulterior motives."

Qiu Sheng choked up for a moment, he naturally knew what Liancheng's "unpredictable heart" meant, but he still consciously thought about it in the wrong direction. He tilted his head in embarrassment.

On the one hand, he couldn't help being surprised. When Liancheng, Han Jianhua and him were hanging out every day before, which one of them didn't speak crazy nonsense, holding a broken stick and thinking that he was the Monkey King who could break the heavenly soldiers and generals in anger?Now, although Han Jianhua has lost a lot of weight due to being forged by Nan Daying, his temperament is still largely unchanged, but this Liancheng...

Long Live, who has a strong thirst for knowledge, suddenly became interested in Jin Yiwei for no reason—what evildoer is it that insisted on forging Liancheng, who scolded the Buddha and the ancestors, into such an obedient and obedient appearance?

"I waited outside the empress's palace for a long time, and found that a team of servants from the nearby House of Internal Affairs would come out from time to time. After passing a certain area, the number would decrease by one or two. In order not to startle the snake, I ordered the original large troops to stay put. , led three or five people to investigate secretly, and finally found that their hiding place was a secret passage."

Qiu Sheng rubbed his chin: "Where does it lead?"

"Outside the palace."

He thumped in his heart: "Outside the palace?"

"Exactly. They often use this secret path, but there are certain rules to follow. 'It's not clear when it's clear and cloudy, and it's not usable when the wind blows, when the rain falls, and when the dust rises'. It's roughly like this. There is no way to check it in more detail." Liancheng Road, "The starting point is the House of Internal Affairs, and the ending point is the Zuihua Building in the capital. There are also several branch roads. The ministers did not dare to act rashly, but followed the thief's footprints to Zuihua. Lou, we are secretly sending people to monitor right now."

"Well," Qiu Sheng expected this, "Who entered the House of Internal Affairs? Did you catch anyone?"

Lian Cheng raised his eyes to look at Qiu Sheng, bowed his head and said, "I implore Your Majesty's will."

Qiu Sheng felt cold again.Jin Yiwei handles the case, sweeps up the emperor's relatives, and kills the common people in the market, but anyone who is involved, as long as the emperor has not said anything to keep them, will be killed first and played later. It is better to kill [-] by mistake and never let one person go. The emissary actually came to ask for an order in person, probably because the entire House of Internal Affairs was not clean enough.

The people who served around him were full of double-mindedness, the emperor seemed to be trembling and anxious, and he was clearly enjoying his life instead of enjoying a blessing.

He pretended to be understated with a smile: "A bunch of eunuchs, dare you take Master Lian? Just do it with a knife and report it when the head falls. No matter who it is, I will not hold you accountable."

The two chiefs in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, one is Li Cijian, who is serving tea and water with Tian'er following him, serving him with all his heart, and can't find any mistakes; One, every morning early in the morning, he yelled with that thick and sonorous voice, and all the eunuchs in the House of Internal Affairs could be quarreled by him, which saved a small room to call.

They are all attendants who are usually attached to their feet, no matter how you say it, they are their own people who look down and don't see them when they look up, and they are suspicious of their own people, and they have to worry about even saying hello when they meet in the future, Qiu Sheng drank the wine tiredly The altar poured into his mouth, feeling that he had never been so worried since he was a child.

These days, he lived in the bamboo hut arranged for Chu He at that time. At dawn, he could be awakened by the sweet scent of steamed buns and sweet potatoes in the imperial dining room, and he could smell some morning sun in the crevice of the bed in a daze. Yes, the slightly bitter herbal fragrance on the man's body, a pot of green bamboo leaves placed on the bedside, really only want to be drunk, never want to wake up.

Just having fun, he chuckled.