Don't Forget Everything

On the No.17 day after Song Yilin left, there was a light rain in the early morning, and it stopped after more than half an hour. Afterwards, the sky was bright and clear, and it was a refreshing day.

Wen Ran sat on his knees in the Wen Family Ancestral Temple and copied the scriptures, volume No. 30.

After Song Yi left, Wei Chuyue took care of Wen Ran for three days, and sent someone to the Yiguo Mansion to report the letter the next day after Wen Ran woke up. In less than half an hour, people from the Wen Mansion came to pick him up.

Wen Ran didn't blame Wei Chuyue. He knelt at the gate of Dali Temple for an hour, and was taken away inexplicably. Gong still feels sorry for his brilliant grandson. Wen Ran is gone, and Wen Fu sent people all over the city to look for him. It will be a matter of time before he finds Wen Ran.Wei Chuyue just saved some troubles for Wenfu, and also saved some troubles for Song Yilin.

Wen Ran stood at the door of Wei Chuyue's room wearing Wei Chuyue's newly bought Yuebai robe that was robbed by Song Yilin.

"Mr. Wen? Please come in." Wei Chuyue ushered Wen Ran in, "I have some snacks here, have a taste?"

Wei Chuyue has more than just "some" dim sum here, he bought almost all kinds of famous and characteristic dim sum in Shanghai, from shortbread to sugar cakes, sweet and salty, and they piled up the table.

Seeing that the deputy was slightly astonished, Wen Ran shook his head lightly and rejected Wei Chuyue, saying, "Thank you Mr. Wei for taking care of you these days. Wen Qingyi is well and I don't dare to disturb you any more. Now come and say goodbye to Mr. Wei."

Wen Ran raised his arms and bowed, straight and polite, but also very alienated.

Wei Chuyue tilted his head, and smiled lowly: "Mr. Wen is blaming me for reporting to Wenfu?"

"Wen Qingyi is grateful to Mr. Wei and Brother Song for saving their lives. How can there be any resentment?"

Wei Chuyue flicked Wen Ran's white clothes up and down, and nodded with a smile.

Wen Ran became suspicious after being sized up by Wei Chuyue in such a way, and asked, "What are you laughing at, Mr. Wei?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Wei Chuyue reached out and took a sip from the cup of tea on the table, covering most of the smile on his lips.

Wei Chuyue doesn't like light and elegant colors very much, but anything that gets on them will look dirty, and a little blood stains can't be hidden. If he wants to be like a banished fairy like this forever, he must be extremely careful, so his robes are mostly crow blue , Dai Lan and the like, there are very few plain whites like this, and the reason why they bought it is all thanks to the three-inch tongue of the cloth outfit boss, who praised Wei Chuyue from the appearance of his brows to his demeanor and demeanor to the sky. He really " It's hard to turn back" before I bought this piece.

Now the clothes looked more pleasing on Wen Ran than on Wei Chuyue himself.The chic and beautiful young man, Yushu facing the wind, is just like that.

Wen Ran looked down at the clothes on his body, and suddenly realized, he asked, "Thank you Mr. Wei for preparing this robe. The simple and elegant materials are also of high quality. It's not good for Wen Qingyi to let Mr. Wei spend money."

As Wen Ran spoke, he took out the silver bag from his waist. Wei Chuyue stopped Wen Ran with a smile: "Mr. matter. If Mr. Wen feels indebted, let Song Ge come back and tell him in person."

"When will Brother Song come back?" Wen Ran came to bid farewell to Wei Chuyue. In fact, all he wanted to ask was this sentence, and the rest were all empty.

Wei Chuyue couldn't tell, when Wenfu's servant came downstairs to the inn, Wei Chuyue expected that Wenran would come to him.

"Brother Song... He didn't say anything when he left. It may take three to five days sooner, or more than ten days later."

Wen Ran nodded, his eyes full of disappointment.He knew in his heart that Song Yilin was just meeting by chance, and saving him from the gate of Dali Temple was already a kindness, how could Wen Ran dare to ask for anything else.

In the case of his father Wen Yuanchang, no one in the family dared to say anything, even his grandfather did not mention a word. People in the court have been impeaching Wen's one after another in the past few days. The whole Wen family was trembling.Even if Song Yilin has the ability to reach the sky, I'm afraid it will be difficult to bring him a letter from the prison of Dali Temple.

For no reason, how could Wen Ran ask others to take risks for him.

Wen Ran's expression was gloomy, with a pitiful look of loneliness and loneliness in his eyes, even Wei Chuyue couldn't bear to see it, no wonder Song Yilin lost his soul.

"Master Wen, go home."

Wen Ran was helpless, but he didn't want to give up. On the second day, he went to Dengwengu again, but was dragged back to Wenfu by the people of the Wen family, and locked directly in the ancestral hall.

On another five days, the case of Wen Yuanchang was brought up in the early court. The doctor Yu Shi sincerely and sincerely begged His Majesty to bring Wen Yuanchang to trial, which made His Majesty furious. long.

After hearing the news, Wei Chuyue was still nestling in the inn room, drinking his tea one mouthful at a time, and the snacks he bought were still piled up on the table without taking a bite.He actually doesn't like to eat these, but when he is upset, he likes to buy messy things, eat a few bites and throw them aside.

Five days later, Song Yilin still hadn't come back.

The night before, Wei Chuyue received a letter saying that Xu Shangrui had died in prison without a sound. The Dali Temple ordered his coordinator to examine the body overnight, but he had not yet appeared for a holy hearing.

Wei Chuyue couldn't help sighing, the medicine he gave Song Yilin was called Fu Xisan, which was extremely poisonous and had a fragrance as light as camellia.The main medicine of Fu Xisan is a medicine tempered from a strange poisonous scorpion in deep mountains. It seals the throat when it sees blood, and it is supplemented with a poisonous mushroom, which can make people poisoned to death without knowing it. Leaving a little trace, it is extremely difficult to detect.

If it is used on other people or in other places, Wei Chuyue dares to pat his chest to ensure that no one will notice that it is a kind of poison, because there will be no traces of poisonous spots on the body of the deceased, and the cause of death is very similar to a sudden heart attack. not come out.

Fu Xisan is a strange poison, a good poison for killing people. The only downside is that it will definitely see blood, but taking it is useless, so it will still leave clues.

But someone was killed in Dali Temple, and he is still the key witness in the Qishan camp case. Dali Temple can't be fooled in front of His Majesty, so it must be investigated carefully. When Xu Shangrui shaved his head, he would find a tiny spot of blood on the side of his neck behind his ear, which was where Song Yilin stabbed the poisonous needle.

As long as Dali Temple becomes suspicious, everyone inside and outside Dali Temple will be investigated, including criminals.

Wei Chuyue sighed again, and pressed his forehead. Yesterday Song Yilin missed an excellent opportunity to get out of prison. Today, there should be a judgment for Song Yilin's death.If so, Wei Chuyue should leave Shangjing now without looking back.

The original plan was that after Wei Chuyue received Xu Shangrui's death letter, his work in Shangjing was over, so he should leave Shangjing directly and meet Song Yilin in Liuyang.He had already stayed for an extra day and night, but it was useless to be anxious.

"Dong dong." The waiter in the shop outside the door knocked on the door, "My lord, I have a letter from you."

Wei Chuyue accepted the letter, which was written in coded language, read it hastily, and burned it hastily, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Dali Temple has just submitted a copy, saying that Xu Shangrui died of a heart attack.

Wei Chuyue smiled, and sure enough, this "Boss Qian" was very powerful, and Dali Temple had to admit this foolish account.Wei Chuyue sat there for a long time, shook his head lightly, ordered people to prepare the carriage, and set off for Shangjing tomorrow.

As for Song Yilin who is not worrying, as long as there is no fear of his life, he doesn't want to worry about it. Song Yilin will stay in the prison of Dali Temple, and Wei Chuyue can't do it if he wants to force him out, so why not let him go .

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No. At night on the 17th, Wen Ran suffered another day in the ancestral temple.

He is now locked in the ancestral temple, day and night, the helplessness and anger at the beginning slowly accumulated, turning him into a walking corpse, the scriptures copied are just a drop in the bucket, and what he wrote is more The complaint, the complaint for his father Wen Yuanchang's grievances, is eloquent and eloquent, and it is burned immediately after writing, without a single word falling into the eyes of others.

These days, Wen Ran has already figured it out, all of this may not have anything to do with his father Wen Yuanchang, but because their surname is Wen, and they grew up in this mansion with the "Yiguo Mansion" hanging high above the Zhumen Gate.

Every man is innocent of his guilt.

It was His Majesty who disliked the Wen family, so the grandfather did not speak, the Wen family members did not dare to speak, even the empress Xiuyuan did not dare to speak, and no matter how many cronies the Wen family had in the court, they could not speak.As long as his father, Wen Yuanchang, admits to all the crimes, the Wen family cannot be implicated.Therefore, His Majesty only issued an order to arrest him but not interrogate him. He did not give Wen Shi or his father any chance.

His Majesty suppressed this case, neither tried nor prosecuted, probably because he wanted to see how the Wen family would react, if he made a wrong move, the entire family of the Wen family would be burned.

King wants minister to die...

Wen Ran fell into deep despair. He felt such despair for the first time in his life, as if he was powerless to die.He was born in the rich family of the Wen family. He read the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child, and he studied governing the country. At the age of ten, he was famous for his intelligence and went to Beijing. The road I have traveled, I have come to a place of resplendent and magnificent, and I have come to the height of Yunding Mountain.He always thought that he had the world in his heart and was full of ambitions, but at this time, he realized that he was just a carp, raised on Wen's big boat, and he had never even seen rivers, lakes and seas, but he fantasized about the Kunpeng spreading its wings for thousands of miles all day long. Simply stupid.

Wen Ran's hand holding the pen was already stiff due to fatigue, trembling slightly, the words under the pen were still delicate, but the strokes became sharper and faintly revealing hatred.

In the middle of the night, a wind blew up and came in through the closed window, spreading the coolness with it. Two oil lamps were extinguished, and the room was half dark in an instant.

Wen Ran finally put down his pen and stood up slowly. His legs, feet, waist and waist were all stiff and sore. It took him a lot of effort to move. He went to the window and lit the oil lamp.

Suddenly there was a soft sound outside the window, as if something knocked on the window lattice, Wen Ran was startled, thinking it was the wind, and immediately heard another sound.Wen Ran froze by the window, holding her breath and listening to the sound quietly.

There were several knocks and knocks outside, very lightly, if Wen Ran hadn't been standing by the window, maybe he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

After a while, the window opened with a babble, and a black figure standing outside startled Wen Ranxia, ​​and took half a step back involuntarily.

"It's me, Song Yilin."

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It is said that starfish can send me to the big picture? ? ? ? ?

Make up for yesterday, I hope there will be more tomorrow...