Zhu Lan is dead

It just rained yesterday, and today the flowers and plants in the garden are blooming more uniquely. At a glance, the eyes are full of green.

Yu Changqi stood in front of the window, with a stack of slips on the incense table in his hand, which was sent by a postman who came all the way from the capital this morning. There was nothing attached to the slips to identify him. Did not explain anything.

However, he knew in his heart that the man was probably in a hurry. He had just arrived in Lincheng County for less than three days, and the man couldn't wait to order someone to deliver a letter to urge him to return to Beijing, but he always disciplined himself very well. Yan Shi, always unwilling to break away from his control for half a step.

Although he is the king of a country, he doesn't care much about the loss of the so-called national treasure, the holy scriptures. The person who believes in Buddhism and worships Buddhism is the first emperor. For that person, it seems that the only things that are really interested in him are power and power.

The dilapidated scene of being in the Taoist temple that day seemed to emerge in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help clenching the fingers behind my back, and the look in my eyes became sharp, thinking that although I was the only king with a different surname who was favored by the emperor in Dazhou, my behavior Being hindered, living under the eyes of others all day long, like a caged beast, not even half a ounce of freedom is desirable. A gentleman takes his own way by being strong, but softly takes his own restraint. He has endured for so many years, and it has never been for the sake of fame and fortune. But I can't even keep what I want.

There were a lot of thoughts in my heart, at this time there was a knock on the door, seeing that Yu Changqi ignored it, Jin Yuanyi walked in on his own, and the first time he bent down to salute, he noticed that the stack on the incense table had not been removed Jian Zha, who was lacquered, seemed to know something in his heart, but he didn't say much, he just changed the subject and said: "My lord, that kid has been settled in the wing, now...do you want to bring him to see you?" ?”

Putting away the look in his eyes, and returning to his usual calm appearance, Yu Changqi turned around and nodded.

*

The young man walked into the house refreshed and seemed to be in a very happy mood, just like the green plants in the garden that have been blessed by the dew, with a freshness and innocence unique to this age. After all, he has been wandering outside for so many days. No guarantee, now I am lucky enough to meet a person who is willing to take me in, but I accidentally stepped on shit at this time, so I have to smile and express my gratitude to him?

At this point, the young man gave Yu Changqi the gift of a scholar very decently, but the latter just lowered his eyebrows, rubbed the teacup in his hand, and didn't even look at him.

"Uh, my lord..." The air was silent for a long time, the young man bent down and lowered his head according to the posture just now, and said very inappropriately.

"What? Why do you want me to teach you?" Yu Changqi raised his head, looked at the young man who was still bowed and never raised his head, "What are you doing bent over?"

"Uh...you didn't let me get up?"

Jin Yuanyi silently looked at Yu Changqi's expression, as if he felt that if his prince didn't care about etiquette, he would definitely roll his eyes at this time.

Sighing silently, Yu Changqi said: "Get up."

"Thank you, my lord!" The young man replied with a smile, and then he straightened up very neatly, but the moment the latter saw his appearance, he seemed to hold the palm of his hand steadily, and couldn't even hold back the tea in the cup. Splash a few drops.

Although the young man was thin, he changed into a clean soft robe tied with a leather belt, making his whole figure look very tall and slender. His previously disheveled hair was covered by a crown belt, but now the face exposed in front of him is very Zhou Zheng, with sculpted eyebrows and phoenix eyes, thin nose bridge and lips, has a rare and soft foundation. If he changes his appearance, he can be called a girl.

But if the unscrupulous smile in his eyes were covered up, would that facial expression and character look like a person again?As if being stung by the young man's smile, the sourness in his heart came to him at the same time, a flaw appeared on the face that lacked a smile, and his body couldn't help shaking a little, showing a rare gaffe.

"Prince?" Jin Yuanyi couldn't help taking a step forward, reaching out to hold Yu Changqi's arm, but the latter just waved his hand, put away the fluctuations in his eyes, raised his head, looked at the young man's appearance and said uneasy: "May I have your name?"

The boy's reaction when he saw Yu Changqi was rather confused, but he replied honestly: "The villain Ye Fanji!"

"How old is Ye Fan?" After pondering over the name in his mouth, the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper, and the expression he looked at the young man gradually became more complicated, but after all, he didn't ask a word full of doubts.

*

"He said that no one came close to Puxiang Temple after the presiding officer gave them alms that day. If we remove their suspicion, wouldn't it be the evidence of the original group of travelers?" After Ye Fan left, Jin Yuanyi Only then did he speak.

Worrying and thinking entangled in his heart, the tea in the cup was already cold, Yu Changqi frowned, brushed off the discomfort in his heart, took a sip of tea, and said: "Don't you believe that a group of beggars can have the ability to fortify the tight-knit Buddhist scripture pavilion? Get scriptures?"

Since Puxiang Temple is a national temple, its specifications and defenses must be more magnificent and rigorous than other temples, not to mention the Pilu Pavilion where treasure scrolls are stored. Naturally, there are special guards day and night. Although Buddhist disciples eat fast and chant Buddha A quiet person, but in terms of skill and practice, he is not necessarily inferior to those knights and robbers with high martial arts skills in the Jianghu.

What's more, Baojuan is the treasure of a country, and it must be worshiped as a sacred object in every sacrificial ceremony. Although the emperor of this dynasty does not take it seriously, the subjects of the world regard it as a symbol of good weather and a century of society. If it spreads out accidentally, I don't know what kind of uproar it will cause.

Jin Yuanyi choked up when he heard the words, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He couldn't help asking for a moment: "But even if it was stolen by those travelers, what's the use of it? Gaining fame or offering rewards?"

With sarcasm in his eyes, Yu Changqi said: "Your Majesty's acting style is fierce and decisive today. He does not use gentleness, but prefers to use force. When he first ascended the throne, many people were afraid. There is no shortage of such people, it is inevitable that some people prefer to have some things happen!"

Hearing the irony in Yu Changqi's words, Jin Yuanyi couldn't say anything more. Nowadays, everyone in the world thinks that His Majesty and his prince are friendly and live in harmony. Everyone has their own thoughts inside, suspicion and temptation are much more than court disputes.

"Oh, I picked osmanthus flowers in the garden yesterday, and I just made sweet osmanthus soup today, do you want to try it?"

While talking, Ayan came in with a lacquer plate, on which were placed two celadon cups, which contained crystal clear and smooth soup, and a few leaves of mint were sprinkled on it, and the sweet and sweet smell could be smelled from a distance Breath, Jin Yuanyi sniffed his nose, and said happily: "You really have a heart, if anyone marries you, wouldn't it be a treasure!"

Ah Yan heard it very well, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, she was a bit refreshing and cute, "Oh, it's really embarrassing that you, an idiot, can also talk deceitful words, so don't worry about not being able to marry a wife in the future!"

Handing a portion of the sweet soup to Jin Yuanyi, Ayan walked towards Yu Changqi with a lacquer case. The latter scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and fed it into his mouth. Wisps of sweetness melted in his mouth. He took a big sip with an extremely indecent appearance, and muttered: "Don't mention women to me, it's like a weak willow supporting the wind, I can't bear it!"

A Yan turned her head and glared at him, and said with some disdain: "You can shut up!"

Hearing the two chattering each other, Yu Changqi pursed his lips lightly and said, "Why don't you see Su Yun?"

The person he was referring to was the young son Zhou Suyun, Zhou Suyun was the youngest son of His Majesty, because His Majesty often called him brother, so Zhou Suyun called him little uncle as a matter of course.

Hearing this, Jin Yuanyi also interjected, "That's right, doesn't he like eating sweets the most? Why don't you see anyone?"

"Oh?" A Yan smiled: "Young master seems to get along very well with that young man, and he is at his place right now!"

Seeing Yu Changqi's complex expression, A Yan was afraid that he would think too much, and said: "I think that young man is very bright and lively, and his temperament and young master also complement each other. Now that he is in the city and county, he is leisurely and boring, so he treats it as a gift for the young master." I found a playmate..."

"Forget it, it's all a child's heart, so you don't need to say much." Yu Changqi raised his hand to stop, "I have time to go to Puxiang Temple tomorrow, and I need to understand the situation before I can understand some questions. I'm tired, you all go down stop!"

Seeing this, Ayan hesitated to speak, but was stopped by Jin Yuanyi winking at the side, and the two of them stopped staying any longer, and retreated together after saluting.

It wasn't until after the two of them left that the tense fingers relaxed, and the deep-pitched eyebrows were full of tiredness. Yu Changqi sat down on the chair and reached out to caress the bunch of dark green knotted tassels around his waist. The style is simple, just weaving a few fancy knots, without pearls and jade decorations, and the hand weaving is also very rough. The dangling tassels are somewhat peeling off and sparse due to the passage of time.

It is expected that ordinary people will inevitably laugh at him in private when they see each other. The majestic prince is dressed in such rough and shabby clothes, but Yu Changqi never takes it seriously. He no longer takes other people's words and gazes seriously. My heart has died along with those inhuman things, I can't hold anything, I don't expect anything.

The slender and white fingers are stroking the tassels, and the man's eyebrows and eyes are faintly visible in front of his eyes. They went to the mountains and rivers together, spent spring and autumn together, and bought a few embroideries for the down-and-out embroiderer. This fringe is that sent by others.

When he was young, he was wanton and arrogant, and he laughed at the shabby gift from the man and it was not worth mentioning, but he never thought that after the term, apart from memories, the only thing he could let him pay homage to was this tassel.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was rare for him to be confused for the first time in decades, and he would mistakenly recognize the wrong person. How could a person who has passed away for many years still look in full bloom now...