After the Destiny Child was reborn

"Teacher, drink the medicine."

Before Liang Jingzhan opened his eyes, he heard Master Changqing's voice.

Chang Qing was holding a bowl of medicine, and the bitter taste of the medicine penetrated into his nose.

Liang Jingzhan propped himself up from the couch and sat up, blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his face was also very pale.

"Master, what's wrong with me?" Liang Jingzhan still remembered that he was practicing sword last night, but he couldn't remember the rest.

But what he remembers most clearly is Fu Yanning's sentence "The subject has nothing to do with King Rong", which lingers in his heart like a curse. As long as he stops what he is doing for a while, Fu Yanning's words will be drilled into his ears. He didn't know what it was like, but it was very uncomfortable.

Chang Qing was stirring the medicine in the bowl, which was still steaming.He looked at Liang Jingzhan, hesitant to speak several times.

As soon as he came over this morning, he heard Liang Jingzhan calling the young master's name. The soft calling was like watching his most precious things go away from him with his own eyes, with strong unwillingness and reluctance.

Changqing handed the medicine to his mouth: "You practiced the sword last night with a lot of energy, and your mind was agitated. The sword energy collided with the Gu poison in your body, which directly triggered the outbreak of the Gu poison."

Liang Jingzhan took the medicine without frowning, and drank it in a few gulps.

"But don't worry, I have heard about the son-mother snake Gu, I will recover soon." Chang Qing took the empty bowl from his hand and put it on the table.

Liang Jingzhan looked at Master Changqing who seemed to have a plan in mind, and asked without any confidence: "Is there a way, Master?"

Chang Qing stared at the entrance of the hall with vacant eyes, and nodded.

When Master Changqing left, it was already Chenshi, Liang Jingzhan got off the couch, packed up and went to Zhongshu province.

All the other colleagues have arrived, and they are sitting in the political affairs hall discussing matters one by one.

After Liang Jingzhan apologized, he sat down in the only vacant seat. As soon as he sat down, a faint scent of lilac blossomed from the tip of his nose and he immediately realized that the person sitting next to him was actually Fu Yanning.

Terrible.

Liang Jingzhan held the brush and forgot what to do.

"Your Highness? Your Highness King Rong?"

It seemed that someone was calling him.

The colleague on the opposite side said: "Your Highness, we have discussed it, so we will write it according to what we just decided."

Liang Jingzhan took the pen and came back to his senses: "What to write?"

Everyone glanced at each other, and they all felt that King Rong was weird today.

Lin Xian, who was sitting on the side, laughed contemptuously, and squinted at Liang Jingzhan: "Is this how King Rong's Zhongshuling works? When everyone started discussing matters, King Rong was still dreaming, When I rushed over, I was reminiscing about my dream again, is King Rong really a place of dreaming when he is in the Zhengshitang?"

None of the colleagues in the two rows dared to speak. They all lowered their heads and looked at the boss in front of them.

The atmosphere was congested.

"Let me write it." A voice appeared beside Liang Jingzhan, breaking the silent and oppressive atmosphere.

Liang Jingzhan turned his head stiffly, feeling unbelievable, and the colleagues sitting around him were as surprised as he was.

Liang Jingzhan still couldn't believe that this was what Fu Yanning said to him?

Liang Jingzhan was about to confirm it again, but Fu Yanning had already taken the pen from his hand. When taking the pen, Fu Yanning's finger touched his hand, and it bounced off within a few seconds.

You really don't want to touch him?

Then why did Fu Yanning offer to help him write?This is something that has never happened before.

Why did you push him to the bottom of the valley, and then reached out to rescue him, giving him hope.

Lin Xian looked at Fu Yanning, and said something meaningful: "Why is Fu Shizhong becoming more warm-hearted?"

Fu Yanning had already sat upright, took a pen and began to write on the paper: "I'm just afraid of wasting time."

Listening to Fu Yanning's words, Liang Jingzhan couldn't tell whether it was true or not.

It seems that he wants to help him but refuses to admit his stubbornness, and it seems that he instinctively or can be said to resist him from the bottom of his heart.

After a day of turmoil, Liang Jingzhan called a few colleagues, and they went out of Zhongshu Province together, and then went to the restaurant.

He still drank strong wine, but the wine that entered his throat today was different from the feeling of drinking cold water in the past.

Every time I swallowed a sip of wine, it was like putting a thorn in my throat, which couldn't go up or down, and even my heart seemed to have a thorn deeply buried in it.

"Your Highness seems a little absent-minded today?" Several colleagues gathered around him.

"Yeah, every time you have to call out several times before His Highness can hear you."

"Really?" Liang Jingzhan swallowed another sip of wine, trying to calm down the tingling feeling.

"That's right, it looks like a sad and unhappy lovesickness." Several colleagues affirmed.

"Your Highness is in a bad mood, so I'll tell His Highness something good!" The colleague sitting on his right hand had already become excited before he could say something good.

"What good thing?" Liang Jingzhan put down his wine glass, seeing him so happy, he really wanted to know what was worthy of his praise.

"Did it happen this morning?"

The colleague on the right nodded sharply: "It happened this morning."

"What's the matter?" Liang Jingzhan looked as if all his colleagues knew what he said, and he was the only one who didn't.

"As soon as Lieutenant Lin arrived at the Political Affairs Hall this morning, seeing that His Highness hadn't come yet, he scolded us several times, and guess what happened?"

Liang Jingzhan: "What's wrong?"

"As a result, Fu Shizhong spoke for His Highness everywhere, and after only a few words, Taiwei Lin was speechless. His Highness didn't see that he had nothing to say and could only stomp his feet."

"Speak for me?" Liang Jingzhan always felt that if he hadn't heard it wrong, or his colleagues would have misunderstood it, the taste of the wine in his mouth suddenly lost its taste.

The colleague said: "Your Highness didn't say last time that Fu Shizhong pleases His Highness, but he didn't dare to say it. I think it is true. As long as His Highness is mentioned, Fu Shizhong will be anxious!"

"The last time Fu Shizhong was reviewing the paper, I called Fu Shizhong a few times but he didn't agree. I saw the words on it seemed to be written by His Highness, so I asked if this was His Royal Highness's paper? Found it, and quickly closed the folder."

"Really?" The other colleagues came up with great interest when they heard the excitement.

Another colleague also spitting and added: "I remembered, once before, I saw Fu Shizhong drawing something on a piece of white paper, and threw it away after he finished drawing, repeated several times, and then someone passed by the ball Next to the waste paper, I kicked it, and the ball of waste paper came to me, guess what I saw?"

[-]. The nine colleagues each guessed: "Isn't it the paper that records our crimes?"

"Could it be some kind of little beauty?"

"Tell me quickly, what is it?"

Liang Jingzhan couldn't wait any longer seeing that he was trying to keep his mouth shut, but he didn't urge his colleagues, but waited for him to speak out.

"Yes..." The speaker was very satisfied that he had mobilized the emotions of so many people, and imitated the storyteller in the teahouse, he paused on purpose, and looked at everyone, "It's the portrait of King Rong, I look at those eyes, It looks like a fox, isn't it His Highness?"

"Really? It turns out that Fu Shizhong would also do these things. I always thought that all he would do was impeach us with a cold face."

"Did Fu Shizhong really do that?"

"If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it."

Liang Jingzhan still can't believe it, I'm afraid it's his colleagues comforting him, if there is no joy at the end, the feeling will be even worse than now.

"Stop talking, let's drink." Liang Jingzhan raised his glass, and several colleagues also raised their glasses to touch each other.

After leaving the restaurant, on the way back to the palace, Liang Jingzhan made a special trip to Xuji Bakery to buy some hibiscus cakes.

Liang Jingzhan walked back with warm pastries. The warm rice fragrance and light hibiscus fragrance wafted out of the oiled paper bag, but he still didn't have much appetite.

After returning to the hall, Liang Jingzhan blew his whistle, and Bai Wen appeared.

He took a blank piece of paper and sat down at the table.

Bai Wen then grinds in front of him.

Liang Jingzhan spread out the white paper, flattened it with a wooden block, and asked: "The person who secretly guards outside the temple should still be there?"

Bai Wen paused for a moment, then continued to grind the ink: "Yes, does Your Highness want Bai Wen to get rid of him?"

"No need." Liang Jingzhan was very relieved, he said unhurriedly, "I will write a letter later, and you send it to the post station. You must let that person follow you and secretly help him get the letter."

"Okay." Bai Wen nodded.

There should be a reason for the master to do this.

If he shouldn't ask too much, he won't ask, he can't annoy the master.

But judging from the master's expression today, it seems that there is already something bothering him.

Even the cakes that the master likes are put aside, and they haven't been touched yet.

Bai Wen didn't know whether he should ask or not, it must be very uncomfortable for the master to hold back something on his mind.

After much deliberation, he still asked: "Is there any trouble, Your Highness? If someone makes His Highness angry, His Highness will tell Bai Wen, and Bai Wen is willing to vent his anger on His Highness."

Liang Jingzhan took the brush and dipped it in the ink twice, and suddenly smiled with the end of his eyes bent. Seeing his cautious look, he still wanted to tease him: "Then what if the person who offends me is you?"

When Bai Wenxiang heard the order of life and death, he immediately knelt on the ground with a dignified and serious expression: "If Bai Wen offends His Highness, as long as His Highness can keep Bai Wen by his side, His Highness can do whatever he wants with Bai Wen."

"Seeing how serious you are, I was just joking." Liang Jingzhan put the brush on the side of the inkstone, and helped him up with both hands, "Get up quickly."

Bai Wen saw that his master was willing to smile, so he stood up again and worked harder on the ink.

Liang Jingzhan picked up the pen again, lowered his head to write on the paper, and silently recited the name Xiao Weisheng told him in the teahouse last time.

After writing a long list of names, Liang Jingzhan took the paper away. He put the written paper aside to dry. The ink gleamed with traces of water under the candlelight. He picked up a piece of white paper again and wrote on it I wrote again.

Bai Wen saw that the master seemed to be writing a letter. In the end, when he saw the name on the envelope, he couldn't understand it even more.

It was a letter to Mr. Ji's family.

The son of Ji's family, the son of Ji Zuopushe.

How could the master have an intersection with him?He has never seen the master and Ji Gongzi have a word or a letter.

However, the master has always done some things that he doesn't understand recently, but it's still the same sentence, whatever the master wants to do, he just needs to do it.

After writing for half an hour, Liang Jingzhan stopped, took the written letter and handed it to Bai Wen, but he kept the list.

Liang Jingzhan was afraid that Bai Wen would forget, so he said it again: "When I get this at the post, I will say it will be delivered to the prefect Ji of Tongcheng."

"Wait." When Bai Wen was about to leave, Liang Jingzhan stopped him.

The author has something to say: I seem to know why I didn’t like typesetting before. In my opinion, texts without typesetting looked very imposing and very B-style.

Who gave me such an illusion!

Liang Jingzhan: Fu Shizhong, please pay more attention to me

Fu Yanning: Don't be like this, Your Highness, I'm afraid.