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The matter of returning to Yinshan should not be rushed for a while, in Chen Boyan's heart, he also couldn't let go of Meng Qiqi.At this moment, Meng Qiqi and Shen Qingya were still actively discussing the matter of "The Bell and the Secret Realm" together, and Chen Boyan unconsciously became engrossed in the eyes that were sometimes shining and sometimes deep.

But after a while, he couldn't hold back anymore.

Shen Qingya started to play the piano again, trying to find the correct tune. He read countless scores, and maybe he could find a sense of familiarity in it.Meng Qiqi was standing beside him, leaning over to get very close, and stretching out her hand from time to time.

Shen Qingya has a good temper, while feeling sorry for her own Qin, at the same time she doesn't want to disturb Meng Qiqi's rare pleasure.In the end, I couldn't see it anymore, so I simply taught him how to pluck the strings.

Unexpectedly, a hand stretched out diagonally, and grabbed Meng Qiqi's paw halfway.Meng Qiqi was in high spirits when someone disturbed her suddenly, she frowned immediately.

When he turned his head, he saw Chen Boyan looking down at him, and said: "Little Martial Uncle, let's rest for a while."

Meng Qiqi raised her eyebrows: "I'm not tired."

Chen Boyan grabbed his hand with no intention of letting it go. His body temperature was cold, and after the sword body awakened, it brought a tinge of chill, but Meng Qiqi's palm was very hot. The longer he held it, the less Chen Boyan wanted to let go.

"Let Brother Shen figure it out on his own. We don't know the rhythm, so I'm afraid we can't help much." Chen Boyan explained.

"Really?" Meng Qiqi sensed something was wrong, she glanced at the hands they were holding from the corner of her eye, but deliberately ignored it, looked up at Chen Boyan and said, "I remember you used to play the tree flute."

Chen Boyan: "...forgot."

Hearing this, Meng Qiqi slowly raised the corners of his mouth, stared at Chen Boyan with a smile on his face, and said, "Master's nephew really has a bad memory, so what should I do next time I want to hear it?"

"Nephew can learn again." Chen Boyan's expression did not change.

At this time, Shen Qingya pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly.Meng Qiqi looked around suspiciously, and unexpectedly met a pair of ignorant and curious eyes.

The little boy stood outside the pavilion with a vegetable basket, blinking and staring at the hands held by Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan.

Meng Qiqi suddenly thought of Xiao Yu'er, and he began to miss that cute little apprentice.So he patted the back of Chen Boyan's hand and reprimanded him: "How old are you, let go."

Chen Boyan didn't know why his tone suddenly became cold again, the young uncle's thoughts were as deep as the sea, Fang Jun couldn't figure it out.

Shen Qingya on the other side suppressed a smile, and flicked the song "Feng Qiuhuang" with her fingertips.

The sky, the clouds and shadows, passed by in front of the quiet bamboo forest building, and the time passed especially quickly amidst the laughter of the three of them.But in a short time, the red sun has already set to the west.

Zhao Haiping picked a lot of vegetables from the vegetable field cultivated by himself behind the bamboo building, took some bacon, and made some side dishes.He originally wanted to go out to buy some meat, but the place was too far away, and he was afraid that it would be too late, so he brought some jars of high-quality wine from the cellar to entertain the distinguished guests.

The three big jars of wine sealed with mud were lined up on the table one by one, Zhao Haiping patted Meng Qiqi's shoulder enthusiastically, and said: "Good nephew, your little uncle likes to drink the most, we usually get together , that’s all about getting drunk. Today you and I meet for the first time, no matter what, we have to do three big altars, how about it?”

Meng Qiqi: "...Uncle Zhao, such fine wine must be treasured. Half a jug is enough for this junior."

"Hey, you are a descendant of Zhou Lang, how can half a pot be enough? Don't meet with your Uncle Zhao." How can Zhao Haiping let his nephew not drink to his heart's content, otherwise the drunkard Zhou Zhou will definitely bury him next time.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Haiping greeted Chen Boyan and Shen Qingya to sit down, and glanced at their faces—these two people are not good at drinking, and it is better to be the younger generation of Zhou Lang.

"Come, come, I'll fill you up." Zhao Haiping filled Meng Qiqi's wine himself, Meng Qiqi dared not drink it, he had to drink it all down.Meng Qiqi was also a bold person, so he liked Zhao Haiping even more.

The two drank each other, and after a short time, half of the altar was done.

It was rare for Zhao Haiping to drink so happily. Zhou Ziheng was recalled again in his mind, and his sighs flowed into the wind along with the smell of wine.As soon as he drank too much wine, the chatterbox opened up, and he sat down with another bowl, saying: "I think back then, I wanted to defend Shenjing, and if I couldn't leave, your little uncle just brought the wine and came to me As for your majesty, he also likes to drink, but he can't move freely. So every time Shiro comes, he first goes to the palace to find someone, and Yujian secretly picks him up at night. You don't know, your majesty is afraid Gao, Shiro always played tricks to tease him, every time he was forced to point at Shiro's nose, jump and scold his mother..."

When saying these words, Zhao Haiping's eyes were full of nostalgia.

Meng Qiqi and the three of them listened quietly, their eyes swept over Zhao Haiping's early hair, recalling Mr. Huang's coincident exclamation that they were also the three of them, and didn't know what to say.

Perhaps one day they will reach Zhao Haiping's age, and they will have such feelings, but at least they are still together at this time, cherishing each other, living and dying together.

At the end, Zhao Haiping took a sip of wine and swallowed all his sighs, "Don't talk about it, people talk a lot when they get old, but it's really meaningless to say it, Shiro should laugh at me when he hears it."

"Uncle Zhao is in his prime, but he is not old at all. After drinking this wine today, he will not have any problem going up the mountain and subduing tigers." Meng Qiqi said.

Zhao Haiping smiled heartily, "Then let me borrow your good words, come on, do it!"

The wine bowls collided, and it was another mouthful of pride.

Zhao Haiping rolled up his sleeves aggressively, and while drinking, he revealed his true colors, and he couldn't hide his gangster air.Meng Qiqi liked him, and he also liked Meng Qiqi. When the two started drinking, Chen Boyan and Shen Qingya had nothing to do.

Luckily, Meng Qiqi didn't get carried away and forgot to ask the serious question: "Uncle Zhao, what happened to the Yuanwu dispute?"

"Well, it's a long story..." Zhao Haiping calmed down, as if he didn't know where to start.After a long time, the breeze brought a hint of coolness, and then he looked at the dark sky and slowly told the past.

Where did the dispute between Yuan and Wu originate? There are different opinions in the market, but those who know the truth keep it secret.And Zhao Haiping happened to be in the center of the storm back then, and no one knew what happened better than him.

"This has to start with the imperial examination that year. At that time, the imperial examination had just passed, and Shenjing was very lively everywhere. The Baihua Building was full of those scholars and Jinshi, and there was a champion in it. But the articles of those candidates When it was handed over to His Majesty, he admired a scholar surnamed Luo most among them, and praised him for his ideas. But the problem lies in his article. I still remember that the article was called "Yuan "Wu"..."

According to Zhao Haiping's recollection, the scholar surnamed Luo's writing was not very good, but the meaning expressed in the article hit the point.He proposed that all monks and warriors in the world should be brought under the imperial power, and he offered advice and suggestions on this proposal, which can be described as extremely bold.

"In one of them, he even mentioned Shiro. The relationship between Shiro and His Majesty is not a secret, and it is not surprising that this scholar can only find out. He said in the article——If Zhou Ziheng can become a sharp sword in the hands of His Majesty , Then the matter of closing the immortal gate will be half the success. At that time, His Majesty can add the post of national teacher, and establish Yuanwu supervisor, and gradually incorporate these monks into the system." Zhao Haiping said.

Meng Qiqi was surprised by such a bold suggestion, but, "Isn't this a bit too whimsical?"

"That's right, it's just whimsical, but His Majesty appreciated him very much. At that time, only a few people knew about that article. His Majesty suppressed it, awarded the top three to others, but secretly called Luo Xiucai into the palace." Zhao Haiping said deeply. He said: "At that time, I had vaguely noticed His Majesty's ambition, and at this moment, Shiro entered Beijing."

Luo Xiucai suggested that the emperor use Zhou Ziheng as a sharp sword in his hand.But he didn't know Zhou Ziheng too well, so it was simply impossible to do.The emperor knew this well, so he concealed the article and persuaded Zhao Haiping not to disclose it.

Zhao Haiping believed in the friendship between the three for many years, and felt that the emperor would not really use Zhou Ziheng anyway, so he agreed.But what happened next was something he never expected.

Zhou Ziheng came to Beijing because he had something to discuss.

Recalling this, Zhao Haiping couldn't help squinting his eyes, "He went directly to the palace that day, and I only found out later. But the two of them didn't know what they talked about, and they quarreled in the end. Later, I reconciled, and the two Only then did the relationship between them ease up again. But who would have thought that the Yulin Terrace incident would happen later.”

The Yulintai Spring Banquet was originally an occasion for the royal family to entertain new scholars according to the convention, and it was divided into two parts: banquet and hunting.In order to make amends to Zhou Ziheng, the emperor knew that he liked such a lively banquet, so he invited him to go with him.

But who knows, the bad thing is at this spring banquet.

Luo Xiucai's article was leaked by someone.Ordinary people only think this article is bold, but if it spreads to monks' ears, it is a big joke and a big treason.

So three monks broke into Yulin Terrace angrily, asking Luo Xiucai to speak up.

At that time, it was the imperial guards who were in charge of guarding. Zhao Haiping was worried that Zhou Ziheng would quarrel with the emperor again, so he stood guard in person.But he could stop people, but he couldn't stop the voice.

The angry shouts of the three monks reached Zhou Ziheng's ears, and Zhou Ziheng's expression changed immediately.He didn't look for that scholar surnamed Luo, and directly questioned the emperor in front of senior civil and military officials and a group of students.

So far, the situation has gotten out of hand.

After all, the emperor is the son of heaven, no matter how good his relationship with Zhou Ziheng is, how can he stand up to Zhou Ziheng's questioning in full view?Then his face turned cold.

But Zhou Ziheng was already angry in his heart, and after drinking again, he was angry and sad in his heart, hating that he didn't know people clearly.

Thus, there was Zhou Ziheng's drunken killing of Yulin Terrace.

Once best friends, since then parted ways.Although Zhou Ziheng was angry, it was his elder brother whom he respected. No matter how angry Zhou Ziheng was, he couldn't do anything to him, so he could only leave sadly.

But the emperor didn't have a good time either. This incident became serious, and gradually turned into a conflict between the imperial power and the immortal sect, and it became more and more intense.The monks were restless, and the emperor was forced to abolish Luo Xiucai's fame and expel him from Shenjing.But the monks persecuted the emperor in this way, but they didn't get much benefit - after that, Shenjing was under martial law for three full months, and the forbidden army could be seen everywhere on the street, and there was a lot of panic.

"It's roughly like this." After Zhao Haiping finished speaking, he raised his head and took another big sip of wine.The spicy wine burned his spleen and stomach, just like it did back then, making him feel anxious and helpless.

He suddenly laughed at himself, and said: "I am stupid, what is in your Majesty's heart, I have been with him for decades, and I have never seen clearly."

Zhao Haiping kept some things in his heart and didn't say anything.For example, after Zhou Ziheng left, he talked to the emperor many times, trying to restore the relationship between the two, but as simple as he thought, the reality was as complicated and hurtful.

He couldn't see the emperor's mind clearly, but when he saw the article with many Zhu criticisms on the emperor's desk again, he suddenly realized it.The brother is real, but the ambition is also real, it couldn't be more real.

What about himself?

He spoke for Zhou Ziheng time and again, and even reprimanded him. He crossed the line of being a courtier, and the emperor no longer believed him.Once any corner of the solid triangle formed by three people collapses, the whole will collapse.

Meng Qiqi sighed in her heart, and asked again: "Uncle Zhao, does he know what my little uncle and His Majesty were arguing about when they first quarreled?"

Zhao Haiping shook his head: "This matter seems to involve some kind of secret. I asked Shiro, but Shiro didn't say anything. Maybe there is something important. The two of them are smart, and I'm just a warrior. I've never been a big deal. Take care of these things. Oh, by the way, that wine gourd was given to me by Shiro before he left Shenjing."

Hearing this, Meng Qiqi nodded and stopped asking.

Zhao Haiping's eyes swept over him, and then Chen Boyan and Shen Qingya one by one, with a trace of nostalgia and hidden hope in his eyes, and he murmured: "You are also three people, what a coincidence... Young, remember Uncle Zhao's words, this is a great time, drink a few more bowls of wine, nothing will make life difficult."

As Shiro said, there is no injury that cannot be healed by drinking.

It's just that life is awkward, and many people have long been unable to get together.