Rebellious officials bow their heads

The room was silent for a moment, Ye Liuzhou met his eyes, unconsciously speaking bluntly, feeling that he couldn't stay for long, ignoring the box of peach blossom cakes under the bed, he walked out, looking for reasons at random: "It's okay to go around."

Just as he was stepping out of the threshold, Xu Yan, who passed by him, suddenly said, "Wait."

Ye Liuzhou stayed where he was.

With his back turned to him, Xu Yan piled up the books on the case, without raising his head, he said: "Where is the cloth that binds your eyes?"

"Zhou Yuan said in the morning that he would change his dressing, so he doesn't need to wear it for a few days."

"Also, you have flour on your nose and the smell of wine on your body. Did you go to the kitchen?"

Ye Liuzhou didn't expect Xu Yan to see it at a glance, and he reached out to wipe the tip of his nose, and there was indeed white flour.

Then Xu Yan turned around and scanned the room, "Walking so fast, what did you do wrong?"

Ye Liuzhou felt that the box of unpalatable peach blossom cakes was about to be exposed, and before the other party found out and identified him face to face, he quickly said: "You think too much, I didn't do anything, Ah Zhong asked me If something happens, go ahead."

He grinned at Xu Yan, and then disappeared outside the door.

Seeing him running away, Xu Yan showed a hint of amused expression, and turned around to continue packing the books.

In the hot summer and summer months, cicadas sing one after another, the heat wave is steaming everywhere, and people are sweating profusely.

The sun seems to be spreading on the ground like molten gold, and the temperature of the ground in the courtyard is probably no different from that of lava. If you step on it, you are afraid that your feet will be scalded.

Fortunately, half of the courtyard was covered with tree shadows, Ah Zhong moved out the desk, sat under the green bamboos and drew on paper, Zhou Yuan sorted out the medicinal herbs in the baskets, shook out the accumulated dross, and chatted with Ah Zhong from time to time.

A rattan chair was placed under the shade of a tree not far from them, and a man was lying on it, with one leg resting on his lap and the other in a wooden basin filled with ice water, his trousers were rolled up, revealing his skin like frost The snow is like, revealing a cool air.

Ye Liuzhou was wearing a long gown, with his head resting on the wicker chair, and he was flipping through Ah Zhong's scrolls, while his other hand held a bowl of cold sour plum soup with slender fingers spread out, shaking slightly, one could hear The sound of ice cubes hitting a wall.

"A Zhong, the little chicken pecking at the rice in your book is pretty good." He took a sip of the soup, biting the side of the bowl with his teeth, the corners of his lips stained with juice curved up, "I think about Danqing when I'm reading, and I want to see it in the future." Do you want to get fame, or do you want to be a painter?"

After hearing this, Ah Zhong put down his hair, ran over, leaned closer to look at the book, scratched his head and said embarrassingly: "I drew it before, I forgot."

Zhou Yuan smiled and said: "Our Ah Zhong is so smart, he can study both reading and painting."

"I like Danqing." Ah Zhong said: "However, after studying and becoming an official, can I go to the capital to work?"

Ye Liuzhou said: "It depends on what kind of officials they are. Most of the local officials who are sent out are mostly descendants of aristocratic families who can stay in Beijing. Among them, the chief assistant Ji of the current dynasty is the most important, followed by General Mu Qian. The three major battalions under our control, but we Dazhao put more emphasis on civil affairs than military affairs, and the words of the military officer are not very effective."

"Besides, the Ji family is already intervening in the defense of the capital, and Cheng Pei, the commander of Beizhen Fusi, is the best example." He said to Ah Zhong, "If you want to stay in the capital, you can first become a disciple of the family and become a disciple. No matter what happens, you can still enter the palace and become a court painter."

Zhou Yuan stopped moving, and looked at him with a half-smile: "You know about the court affairs."

Ye Liuzhou covered the book on his face, "I heard it from the tea shop."

"Court painter?" Seeing that he was going to sleep, Ah Zhong asked, shaking his arm, "Can I see the emperor? Can I paint the emperor?"

A few people were chatting, when footsteps came from the corridor, Ye Liuzhou smiled when he heard Ah Zhong's words, just moved the book up, suddenly felt a shadow overturned, covering the light spots on his face, his hands were covered People hold.

Surprised for a moment, the sour plum soup was steady and didn't sprinkle at all.

The scroll covering Ye Liuzhou's face fell to the ground, revealing all the lines from the pointy chin, to the eyes to the eyebrows.

He looked at the menacing Xu Yan in front of him, and thought to himself that he had discovered the Peach Blossom Crisp, and said without revealing anything, "What's wrong?"

Xu Yan stared at him coldly and said, "Did you drink the cooking wine at home?"

"Ah." Ye Liuzhou looked away guiltily, "How come?"

Xu Yan was about to have a seizure, but fortunately there was Ah Zhong beside him, unlike Zhou Yuan who was happy to watch a play by the side, he tugged on Xu Yan's sleeve and said, "Brother—it's not too early today, I'll go buy it later." One point. By the way, Mother hasn’t left the house since today, and I didn’t open the door even when I went to see, so go and see Mother.”

Xu Yan diverted his attention and let go of Ye Liuzhou's hand, "What's wrong, mother?"

"Mother has been like this since she received a letter in the morning."

"Letter?" Xu Yan didn't know what he thought of, his face changed slightly, he stopped talking, turned around and left quickly.

The remaining three looked at each other.

"What's wrong, brother?" Ah Zhong asked.

Ye Liuzhou moved his feet out of the wooden basin, held his clogs and said softly, "Let's go and have a look."

The two turned their gazes to Zhou Yuan, who mysteriously unfolded a folding fan to cover his face, "Let's go."

After Xu Yan entered the main house in the east courtyard, they all leaned under the window and listened to the wall.

Through the window pavilion, the voice inside became blurred, Xu Yan asked: "Who sent the letter?"

Before Mrs. Xu answered, the three of them immediately pricked up their ears, not letting go of any movement.

There was silence in the room, and there was no answer for a long time, and then there was a sudden creak above the head.

The window pavilion is open.

The three of them raised their heads neatly, and when they met Xu Yanju's condescending and dangerous gaze, they couldn't help but trembled, and dispersed in a hurry.

Watching the people go away, Xu Yan closed the window and turned around.

In the room, Mrs. Xu was sitting at the table, looking tired and haggard, with the letter in front of her.

Xu Yan picked it up and read it at a glance. The corner of his mouth slightly turned upwards, revealing a cold and sharp arc.

"You want me to go back to celebrate the old man's birthday?" He said, "It's different now. We have left that home, so there is no need to worry about them. Mom, the past is over."

Mrs. Xu lowered her head sadly, "That's your grandfather, without his help, we couldn't have left at all."

"If you really deserve this title, you won't let you suffer so much. After so many years, it's hard for them to remember us. The letter was really well written, and the hypocrisy made me lose track of it."

Xu Yan took the letter and placed it on the candlelight, and the flame burned the letter to ashes inch by inch.