Yanshan Exquisite Record

The tombs of wealthy merchants in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the tombs of emperors in Chang'an, after melting into soil, are all just a few pieces of gold in the arms of tomb robbers.

The ancestors of the Song family were born in the army, and their family style was open-minded. They never favored grand burials and red tape. After Song Dingya's death, he kept things simple as usual. All the gold, silver and treasures, as well as the secret books of sword books were left in the village. Only Song Dingya's usual sabers were buried in Xi'an. In the sword hut on the top of the foggy mountain.

From then on, every festival or Song Dingya's birthday, Linglong Villa would go up the mountain to visit the tomb.

Especially Mrs. Song, when she is in a good mood, she has to go up to lean on the tombstone for a chat, and when she is in a bad mood, she has to go up to the tombstone and cry with wine. It's a disaster, like sesame mung beans, counting the grains.

Unexpectedly, even so, Song Dingya's tomb could not escape the catastrophe.

Song Xueqiao's face turned black in an instant, and he clenched his fists tightly.

Ma Xiaoyu saw his complexion, and hurriedly said, "But don't worry about what I, Ma Xiaoyu, do. I have already beaten up those bastards digging graves, returned their things obediently, and kowtowed. The entrusting person brought this matter to Master Song."

Song Xueqiao said in awe, "Since you have already told my sister, why did you come to find me?"

The affairs of the village have been handed over to Song Yanting. Since Ma Xiaoyu has already been to Linglong Villa, it would be unnecessary to come to see him.

Pei Wunian said, "Because there is a problem in the tomb."

Song Xueqiao wondered, "What's wrong with the tomb?"

Seeing him calm down, Ma Xiaoyu picked up a stone and sat down, raised his eyes and said, "You have to tell me the old Mr. Song Zhu... really died of illness?"

Hearing this, Song Xueqiao was stunned again, because no matter back then or now, people inside and outside the Jianghu believed that Song Dingya died of an old illness.

The Taoist siege in Yanshan had just ended, and Song Xueqiao's life and death were unknown. Song Dingya returned to the village in a hurry, and within half a month, he died of illness under the eyes of his family. Later, Mrs. Song changed his clothes and buried him for three days.

Song Xueqiao said, "Although I was already on my way to Wudang at that time, I never saw the burial with my own eyes, but I was there when I was encoffined, and I did die of illness."

"That's strange." Ma Xiaoyu also had a puzzled expression on his face, "When I put the burial back, the corpse was clearly poisoned to death."

"Impossible." Song Xueqiao said resolutely, "Before my father died, only Dr. Zou, who had been loyal to the Song family for many years, was with my mother and sister. How could it be poisoning?"

Pei Wunian turned to look at Ma Xiaoyu with deep eyes, "Why did you say you were poisoned?"

"I don't know much about poisons, but I have seen many people who died of poisoning." Ma Xiaoyu shook his head and spread his hands, "The bones in the coffin of the old Song Zhuangzhu are all green, so they must have died of poisoning."

Song Xueqiao's eyes widened, but Ma Xiaoyu ignored his wonderful expression and continued, "By the way... there is one other thing I haven't been able to figure out yet."

Song Xueqiao is now a bolt from the blue with all kinds of doubts, he asked in confusion, "What is it?"

Ma Xiaoyu's eyes changed, and he said mysteriously, "I hid it, it's a secret decree."

There is no one inhabited for fifty miles around Yanshan Mountain, only a small village, Ma Xiaoyu knew the way, he kicked the stones and led them to an ordinary farmyard, knocked on the door twice, and a chicken-skinned old man poked his head out.

The old man was black and thin, wearing a linen shirt, grinning and showing a mouthful of yellow and black smoky teeth, his eyes were very familiar, his dark bean eyes swept over the three of them, he opened the door sideways without saying a word, and turned back room.

Before Song Xueqiao could ask questions, Ma Xiaoyu took the initiative to recruit, "I'm not a bully! Grandpa Ge is from the village, his children leave early, and he takes his grandson alone. After a while, you see, I still do good things once in a while."

It was rare for Song Xueqiao to ignore his jokes, and followed him into a lighted hut with his head down.

"What kind of imperial decree is it?"

An aunt in Song Xueqiao used to be one of Emperor Deyuan's harem, and was once a noble concubine. Unfortunately, there was only one daughter in her life who married outside the Great Wall and became a princess. Mrs. Song kept them carefully at home, and it was never heard that they were used for burial.

There was a bamboo table and three neatly spread bamboo couches in the room. Ma Xiaoyu carefully closed the door before allowing the two of them to sit down. One corner fell neatly.

The table was made of bamboo tubes, and the belly was hollow enough to hold things. Ma Xiaoyu took out something, brought it to Song Xueqiao, and said, "This thing is hidden in your father's birthday pillow. If it wasn't for those thieves who rummaged through the bones, no one would have picked it up." will find out."

On the outstretched palm was a red wax pill, which was still bright, and there was a faint golden light under the oil lamp.

Song Xueqiao heard that the bones were turned over, and his face darkened again, but he still suppressed his anger, took it, turned around twice, and said with a frown, "How do you know it's an imperial decree?"

"Don't forget what I do." Ma Xiaoyu blinked, "I have stolen no fewer than a hundred tombs of corrupt officials, and there are many red wax pills in them. The senior who took me out of the mountain once said that wax wrapped in cinnabar and gold leaf , it contains the imperial decree, and it is a secret decree, if you encounter it, let it go immediately, otherwise, if you find out some secrets of the previous court, it will be very bad."

After all, he shivered to show his fear.

Pei Wunian glanced at Hongwan, "Old Master Song had something to do with the imperial court?"

Song Xueqiao smiled wryly, "Do you think that an old man who spends his days thinking about how to promote Jiang's own school, who runs around with a sword in his back, and throws his blood to punish rape and evil has something to do with the imperial court?"

Pei Wunian shook his head, "It's hard to say."

Song Xueqiao threw the wax pill to Ma Xiaoyu again, "Can you open this?"

Ma Xiaoyu, who had always been full of confidence, was taken aback for a moment, then smiled sarcastically, quickly lowered his head and played with his fingers without saying a word, and whistled twice out of tune.

Song Xueqiao's face froze.

Pei Wunian showed that clear look again, "It seems that it has been opened."

"Alright." Song Xueqiao tapped the table with his index finger, "Where's the stuff?"

Ma Xiaoyu shuddered and lowered his head even more, almost buried in the table.

Song Xueqiao clenched his fists. He knew Ma Xiaoyu well. Once he showed this expression, it meant that nothing good would happen. For example, Ma Xiaoyu had this face many years ago when he was chasing and killing a wealthy gentry's concubine. hole.

Song Xueqiao forced a friendly smile, "Do you say it yourself or should I torture you to extract a confession?"

These words had a miraculous effect, Ma Xiaoyu suddenly raised his head, "No, I will do it myself."

Song Xueqiao knocked on the table, "Say."

Ma Xiaoyu rolled his eyelids, bit his tongue and buckled it from the bamboo tube again, slapped it on the table, and dropped a few pieces of golden silk, "That's all, it's gone, there is medicine sealed in the wax pill, someone wants to open it." will melt away."

The remnant silk has been sealed inside the wax ball for at least ten years, and it has long been wrinkled.

Pei Wunian smoothed it out, dialed it again, and could vaguely spell out a few words under the light.

"Second, Rui...?" Song Xueqiao poked his head to look, his face full of suspicion, "This doesn't make sense at all."

Pei Wunian picked up the piece of cloth with Rui written on it and said, "The two pieces of cloth were not made at the same time, this one has turned gray, it should have been earlier."

Ma Xiaoyu was leaning on the bamboo chair, with his head lowered all the time, and suddenly said in surprise, "Isn't the word Rui earlier?!"

Pei Wunian raised his eyes, "Did you think of something?"

"It's not Er, it's Ren." Ma Xiaoyu frowned suddenly, and slapped the table, "When I opened it, I thought it was just an imperial decree, so I didn't expect that King Ren, King Rui, and King An belonged to the three princes of the previous dynasty." title."

Song Xueqiao flipped through the remnants, "Then why is there no King An's?"

Ma Xiaoyu shook his head, "Because King An was the last one to die."

Song Xueqiao glanced at Pei Wunian, they both knew when the real King An died, but Ma Xiaoyu said that it should be ten years ago when Zhu Yun faked his death for revenge.

Ma Xiaoyu squatted on the chair, staring at the candlelight, "That year I was still a gangster on the street, I remember the master took me out of Henan, saying that this year is not good, and there is a hidden dragon in the sky in the north. Within a short period of time, the emperor's two brothers were assassinated and died one after the other, King Ren was the first one, and King Rui died a month later."

Song Xueqiao also stared at the candlelight, and squeezed the piece of cloth tightly in his hand, "What does that have to do with my father, he never asks the imperial court, what did he do with the death of those two princes..."

Ma Xiaoyu had a bitter face, "I don't know, I'm just guessing."

Pei Wunian lowered his eyes and seemed to think for a while, then suddenly said, "I'll accompany you back to Linglong Villa."

Song Xueqiao held his forehead. In fact, he had already made some guesses, but once these guesses were uttered, it would really make one's teeth shudder.

"Alright, this is your family matter, you should ask about it." Ma Xiaoyu didn't know why, so he got up and said, "You can rest here for one night before leaving, but remember, my night tour god, Ma Xiaoyu, will be in Tianxian Tower all day today. Drinking, I have never been to Yanshan, and I have never seen a man with a long beard and a blue robe."

Song Xueqiao reluctantly smiled at him, "I've never met Ma Xiaoyu in Yanshan, but Ma Xiaoyu is a hero and always goes to see Master Chejing at Farewell Villa."

Ma Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows, "Well, you Song Xueqiao, I only want to help you, but you're planning to trick me?"

Song Xueqiao said, "If you do me this favor, I will pay for the next time I don't get drunk."

Pei Wunian paused his hands arranging the pieces of cloth, and raised his eyes.

Hearing the word "not drunk", Ma Xiaoyu suddenly couldn't help laughing "chi" and raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it, but it's a treasure dug up from the tomb of the old lady Fu from the previous three dynasties!"

The door slammed shut with a bang, and three bamboo pieces were inserted into the door frame, shaking three times. Ma Xiaoyu fled wildly, laughing wantonly for a long time.

Pei Wunian smiled and said, "It turns out that this is the kind of wine that doesn't get drunk."

Song Xueqiao couldn't laugh at all. He looked at the bamboo and gritted his teeth and said, "I want to go back to Yingyang immediately. It doesn't matter if it's Gongsun Qingyan or Du Weiyu. See if you can force the poison of the old wine out for me, otherwise I haven't slept well in my life."

Pei Wunian shook his head, lowered his head and put away the remnant silk, and walked straight to a bed.

Song Xueqiao was lying on the bamboo table without any movement.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Pei Wunian turned back and raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that the person who pretended to enlighten me two days ago now needs me, an old hen, to enlighten me."

Song Xueqiao didn't move his head, just rolled his eyes, never surprised, and smiled obsequiously, "How do you know what I call you behind my back?"

Pei Wunian didn't look at him, and said calmly, "It seems that I was too indulgent to you before."

"No, I won't dare in the future, so don't sue me." Song Xueqiao was quick to admit his mistakes.

"I don't care about it." Pei Wunian glanced at him, frowned, and raised his hand to brush away the few stubbled beards on his face, "But don't want me to care about it, you'd better go to sleep now, tomorrow morning Go back to Linglong Villa."

Song Xueqiao glanced at him, then lowered his head as if thinking about something, the candles in his eyes flickered, "I don't know if Ma Xiaoyu can help."

"He will help." Pei Wunian extinguished the candle and walked back to the couch.

Song Xueqiao glanced at him in the dark, "Why are you so sure?"

Pei Wunian said, "A person like Ma Xiaoyu is most afraid of the government and the court. Even so, he still took the risk of sending you wax pills to see Master Chejing. It's just a piece of cake for him, so how could he refuse?"

Song Xueqiao got up slowly, slowly crawled to another couch in the corner, and said bitterly, "But he always speaks unforgivingly or doesn't tell the truth, and I don't know if all my friends are like this. "

This time Pei Wunian ignored him and slowly closed his eyes.

Naturally, it was impossible for Song Xueqiao to sleep. Abbot Se once told him about Ma Xiaoyu. At that time, Abbot Se commented that this person would either not show up, or the world would be turned upside down if he appeared. Looking at it now, this statement is indeed true. Abbot Se is really the seat of a Bodhisattva. The eminent monk who attained the Tao, Amitabha Buddha.

He thought about those pieces of silk for a long while, and unconsciously drifted to the other bed.

There is no light in the room, the weather is getting colder, the windows are blocked by curtains, everything is in the dark, but in fact he can't see anything, he can't hear anything, Pei Wunian has been trained since childhood, Walking and sleeping, there is no movement at all.

Song Xueqiao looked at it for a while, and his thoughts wandered again. He suddenly got up with the quilt in his arms, walked slowly to the side of the couch, and jumped into it suddenly.

Pei Wunian woke up a long time ago and was wondering what he was going to do. He was a little stunned by the sudden bump, and subconsciously reached out to pick it up. Song Xueqiao didn't expect this reaction, and leaned his elbow on the couch, which happened to hold Pei Wunian out. With the hands out, both of them gasped.

"..."

"..."

"I can't sleep." Song Xueqiao rubbed his elbows to adjust his position, preemptively.

Pei Wunian had no choice but to move his forearm under his pressure, and sighed, "Can you fall asleep by crawling here?"

Song Xueqiao shook his head, his hair rustling against the fabric, and said firmly, "No."

Pei Wunian said, "Then what are you doing here?"

Song Xueqiao plausibly said, "I came here because I couldn't sleep."

The person on the arm moved closer to his chest, and stopped when his nose wiped his clothes. Breathing and heartbeat came together, and he didn't know which was faster.

Pei Wunian finally looked straight ahead, and said slowly, "What is the relationship between the old Song Zhuangzhu and King Ren Wang Rui, you can find out when you go back to Linglong Villa tomorrow, and I don't know if you are looking for me."

"Instead of breaking the topic here, you might as well slap me back to another bed." Song Xueqiao blinked, "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

There was a moment of silence above his head, after all Pei Wunian couldn't really hit him back with a palm.

Senior Brother Pei didn't want to say anything, so Song Xueqiao could only speak.

"I've always felt that, compared to other people, I should open the skylight and speak brightly to you." Song Xueqiao remained motionless, frowning, "Why did you watch the moon platform that day?"

Pei Wunian seemed to look down at him.

"You always think I'm obscene, so you might as well tell you the truth." Song Xueqiao felt a little hard to say, but he still smiled, "Believe it or not, from Dongfang Didi to Zhen Yunzhu, or Hua Yun, everything except that year I was fed a grape with my mouth by Dongfang Didi, I have never touched them, after all, I am a romantic who can hurt people, not a dirty one."

Pei Wunian didn't react too much, but said lightly, "It's expected."

Song Xueqiao suddenly thought of the night of fishing, smiled awkwardly, shook his head as if making up his mind, and poured out all the drafts.

"So if you are just slightly curious about the broken sleeve, brother...or if you just relieved me that night, then I will ignore it as a joke, but if you really like me, I have to think carefully about how I am. Do I like you, do I want to break my sleeves, and how to avoid Zhang Zhongyu's soul-snatching claws, sister Yueyao's blue light sword, junior sister Jing and my sister's whips, and Lu Linlin's stamping palm."

Although the words were messed up, Song Xueqiao was sure that what he said was very clear.

Pei Wunian suddenly laughed softly.

Song Xueqiao, who was usually not serious, suddenly said seriously, "I'm really not joking. This question is almost as important as what is my father's relationship with the imperial court. Quickly choose an answer for me."

Although he couldn't see Pei Wunian clearly, Song Xueqiao knew that he was laughing harder.

He was a little annoyed for no reason, but his whole body was suddenly lifted up, his face up was pitch black and he couldn't see clearly, his face was swept by the hair hanging down, and before he could figure out what was going on, there was something on his lips. A piece of warm.

This time, Pei Wunian didn't make another move, and quickly moved away, hugged him sideways like before, and said softly, "Then do you know what I was doing just now?"

As if struck by lightning, Song Xueqiao buried her face in his neck, nodded and shook her head like a fool.

"Song Xueqiao, I don't have such a special hobby for relaxation, whether it's the night Wen Gu Tianxuan came, or the Osmanthus Tower, including now."

Song Xueqiao remained motionless like a dead dog.

Pei Wunian frowned and patted him on the back, "Can you still understand human speech?"

Song Xueqiao nodded stiffly, then shook his head again.

Pei Wunian couldn't help laughing suddenly, "It's okay to talk about it, I'll trouble you to think about this matter carefully with your father's matter these days."

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