After the Destiny Child was reborn

"How can there be a fox? Are you stupid? How can a cat drown?" Liang Jingzhan didn't dare to let go of his wrist, for fear that he would really end up in the river.

But fortunately Liang Jingzhan turned his head again and saw that the cat disappeared without a trace as if it had never been there.

Fu Yanning looked at the calm water, and after seeing the fox left, his face became as calm as the water, as if nothing had happened, and let Liang Jingzhan pull him to the shore: "That's not a cat, it's a fox."

So all the accusing words he wanted to say were misled by Fu Yanning, and the two discussed the issue of whether the thing just now was a fox or a cat.

"Your Highness, here comes the wine." The servant who came back held a jar of wine in his arms, shook his clothes, and put it on the table in front of him.

Liang Jingzhan was finally called back to his thoughts.

He raised his hand to remove the wine cork, but before he moved, the wine cork moved by itself, and after a few seconds, it moved again.

Liang Jingzhan stood up and dropped the jug, which shattered on the ground. In the transparent wine, a snake with the thickness of a child's wrist writhed on the ground.

"Your Highness, I..." The servant took several steps back and hid behind Liang Jingzhan, shaking his head in horror, "I don't know what...what's going on."

"Did the wine pass through someone else's hands?" Liang Jingzhan grabbed the snake's head with one hand, pushed open the door, and threw the snake into a bush with a calm expression.

The little servant knelt down in front of him, and when he asked him, he suddenly thought of something. He sniffed his nose and nodded his head sharply: "When the villain was coming back, someone stopped the villain and said that he wanted to see the wine in his arms." Whether it is fragrant or not, if the villain doesn’t give it to me, they snatch it, and if the villain knows it, they must have taken the opportunity to put it in!”

"Understood." After Liang Jingzhan took out a handkerchief to clean his hands, he handed it to the kneeling servant, "Wash me up."

Just...that's it?

"Your Highness...isn't angry?" The servant raised his head, put on the veil with both hands, stared at King Rong's jaw, eyes full of astonishment.

The few Jiedu envoys who had been here before saw other people treating him like this, they had long been furious and made fun of him, but there was no sign of anger on his calm face.

He had never seen such a good-tempered master.

Liang Jingzhan walked past him, shaking his head to express regret: "It's just a pity that the wine can't be drunk."

After returning to the house, he picked up the pen and paper again and wrote a letter to Fu Yanning.

After the pen and ink were dry, Liang Jingzhan folded the letter and put it aside, pressed it with a wooden block, washed up, put out the candle and went to sleep.

But just to sleep, the outside is restless.

From time to time, the sound of a fox is heard, which is very strange at night, like a screaming doll, it can be heard piercingly, and the sound seems to be at the door.

Liang Jingzhan couldn't sleep anymore, so he put on his clothes and went out to check.

There was nothing outside the door, except for the smell of alcohol in the air, and the sound of the fox that appeared just now seemed to have become farther away.

Liang Jingzhan heard that the voice came from the grass in front of him, and he slowly approached the grass, the fox's cry also weakened, and it seemed like a child was crying.

Just as his hand touched the grass and was about to push it away, Liang Jingzhan felt a sudden light behind him.

When I looked back again, I saw a fire, and the fire reflected in my eyes, making it much warmer.

His place was gone.

Gone.

Fortunately, the servant was not inside, but fortunately he also came out.

The person who set the fire did not know who it was, but it must have something to do with the sound of the fox that drew him out.

Liang Jingzhan watched as the flames gradually engulfed the entire house. The house was destroyed by the fire bit by bit, and finally it was overwhelmed and fell into the sea of ​​flames.

The light of the fire illuminated half of the night, and the sound of the flames seemed to be provoking him.

"Your Highness... Your Highness... the house..." Xu Shi, a servant in the backyard, heard the movement. He was wearing clothes, and ran towards him, rubbing his eyes. As he ran, he looked back at the burning house from time to time, like I feel like I'm still dreaming.

"His Highness, is your Highness injured?" The servant looked Liang Jingzhan up and down, and then looked at the house, the fire was dancing in his eyes.

The servant secretly glanced at Liang Jingzhan, fearing that Liang Jingzhan would be angry, so he said half helplessly and half pitifully, "To be honest, Your Highness, when other people come here, they are treated the same as His Highness."

Liang Jingzhan said indifferently: "It's okay, I live in the backyard, just find a room."

Looking for a room?

The servant didn't dare to move, he only thought he was joking.

He has been by the side of every Jiedu envoy, and of course he knows that officials from the capital, whether they are sent or demoted, will always complain about their small and cramped quarters when they come for the first time.

But the front yard they live in is already the most spacious in the whole house, but there are no luxurious furnishings, it's a bit simple, but it's not just the house they live in, even if you search the whole Yuyue, you can't find any treasures.

The supplies here are so scarce, otherwise so many Beijing officials would not have been demoted here.

Not to mention letting them live in the backyard, they didn't even want to look at it, but when King Rong came, not only did he not despise his house, but after the house was burned down, he could still talk to him so calmly, He even voluntarily offered to live in the backyard.

He had never seen anyone like this.

I don't know if it's stupid, or really weak and good-tempered.

He also noticed that when King Rong spoke, his tone was as normal as if he was talking about a trivial matter, but it seemed that he was overreacting.

The servant looked down at the back of Liang Jingzhan's hands, and tried to persuade him: "Your Highness, the backyard is where the servants live."

"Send a few people to put out the fire, and rest early." Liang Jingzhan simply explained the matter and went to the backyard as if nothing had happened.

More than half a month has passed, and it has been raining for more than ten days in the past half month.

Liang Jingzhan watched the rain and fog outside through the window, counting the days, the letter should be delivered to the capital.

"Cough...cough..." The violent coughing sounded again and again, and several times were covered by the sound of rain.

The intermittent coughing sound can be heard in people's ears, which inevitably makes people feel pity.

"Master, it's cold outside, let's go back." Holding an oil-paper umbrella and a thin purple shirt in one hand, Xiaoshu slowly approached the thin purple figure on the high platform.

The sound of rain slammed down relentlessly, and the cold air eroded inch by inch.

Fu Yanning was still in front of the railing, looking at the tall buildings in the distance through the rain curtain, but after a while of peace, he put his hands to his lips and started coughing, coughing hard every time, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs.

Xiaoshu has never understood what is so good about the other high-rise buildings, and he followed his master's gaze to look far away, all he saw were layers of crimson roofs, at most he could see the city gate, apart from being dull, there was nothing to see of.

Hearing the master's cough, Xiaoshu had no time to think about anything else, he tilted the umbrella over the master, and blinked suspiciously:

"Master, why does he cough so badly every time it rains? I've never seen a master like this before, and it may not be the root cause of the disease. Xiaoshu, please go to the imperial physician. If this continues, the master's condition will get worse."

Xiaoshu draped the purple shirt in his hand over his master, while patting his back to comfort him, trying to make him feel better.

Every time he mentioned asking for an imperial physician, the master would shake his head again and again, just stubbornly unwilling to agree.

Once, he secretly invited the imperial physician to the mansion, but was scolded by the master, and the invited imperial physician was also driven out by the master without mercy.

Fu Yanning's gaze passed a layer of transparent rain curtain, and fell far to the gate of the city. The lilac flowers on his body seemed to have a sense of alienation: "No need."

Xiaoshu secretly sighed, sure enough this time the result was the same.

He wiped the rainwater that fell on his chest with his hand, when he suddenly touched something protruding, Xiao Shu patted his head and took out something from his bosom: "Master, the people at the inn sent it over just now."

Fu Yanning took the umbrella in his hand, and the raindrops left on the umbrella dripped to his side along the surface of the umbrella.

Fu Yanning moved his eyes, and glanced lightly at the letter stretched out before his eyes. After seeing the words on it, Fu Yanning grabbed the sleeve with his fingers hanging by his side, and finally took it pretending nothing happened.

The letter was a little wet, and it became heavy on the hand, and the ink was also melted by water, and the words were a little blurred.

Fu Yanning prevented the little book from being here, so she didn't open the letter.

Xiaoshu thought that the master didn't want to see the letter, so he asked cautiously: "If the master is upset by seeing it, Xiaoshu will deal with it."

Fu Yanning pressed his other hand to his lips again, coughed a few times, and squeezed the letter even harder: "It's okay."

Fu Yanning looked at the people rushing to hide from the rain on the street, and then turned to face the direction of the palace. His long eyebrows were knit together, and he coughed continuously. The more and more frequent coughing gradually overwhelmed the sound of the rain.

Xiao Shu felt worried, and helped him fasten his belt: "What are you worried about, master?"

"Cough...cough cough...the capital is still peaceful." Fu Yanning's words contained complaints, and he was a little helpless.

"Master, you mean..." Xiaoshu also stared at the red walls and green tiles of the palace from a distance, listening to the sound of rain dripping on the ground, "Jinzhou?"

Fu Yanning's sigh melted into the sound of rain.

The war in Jinzhou was tense, urgent letters came to the palace one after another, but everything in the palace was hidden in the glitz, no one was half nervous, and no one was willing to spare a little bit of energy for pleasure. to Jinju.

Mentioning Jinzhou in the court will be charged with disrespect by the Lin party first. In the street market, even the word Jinzhou cannot be mentioned.

Everyone is immersed in the superficial peace, and no one cares about Jinzhou anymore, and no one dares to ask about Jinzhou's affairs.

And Emperor Tianhe also suffered from a serious illness, and his health became worse and worse. Fu Yanning went there, and when he mentioned the Jinzhou incident, Emperor Tianhe only replied to him with absolute certainty: "In the battle of Jinzhou, Wulang was there , when you win, Fu Shizhong doesn't need to worry too much."

After he went to the palace a few times, all he got was an answer that was almost the same as that of Tian and Di. To say something disrespectful, his whole person was really as if he had been poured into ecstasy soup.

And this month or so, Emperor Tianhe summoned Lin Xian many times, and the number of times he went to court was only three times a month. The rest of the time was spent discussing matters with Lin Xian privately. Hedi will also skip him on purpose.

There are also places that he could enter without notification before, but now no one can enter except Lin Xian.

Regarding Jinzhou, it is inconvenient for Xiaoshu to say more.

The wind and rain slanted, fell into the high platform, and sprinkled on Xiaoshu's face.

He straightened his master's clothes, and helped his master walk down the high platform: "Master, it's raining heavily, and it's cold outside, let's go back."

Fu Yanning carefully put the letter in his arms. After getting off the high platform, he held the umbrella, dismissed the small book, and returned to the room.

He sat at the table by the small window and took out the letter.