my voice is poisonous

After dinner, Wen Yu and Wen Qinru went to the market. When they came back, Wen Yu was carrying a big bamboo basket with a nest of yellow fur balls chattering non-stop. Wen Qinru was carrying a bag of millet. Talking and laughing, when he came to the gate of the mansion, he was blocked by someone.

"Master Wen," the man dressed in a very good attire, exuding the arrogance of a long-time superior for no reason, cupped his hands and said, "My master has specially invited me to invite you to the house to have a talk."

Wen Yu raised his eyes and glanced at his face, and he could roughly figure out the first ten years and the next ten years, and he also knew a thing or two about his master. He picked up the bamboo basket in his hand and shook it expressionlessly, He took it for granted: "I can't go, I have to feed the chickens and build a chicken coop, let's wait another day."

The man was startled when he heard the words, as if he couldn't understand what he said, but Wen Yu didn't say any more, walked around him, greeted Wen Qinru and went straight into his house.

Holding Xiaomi in his arms, Wen Qinru hastily turned sideways to give the man a nondescript salute, and then followed.

The maid in the mansion was tending the flowers and plants in front of the porch, saw Wen Yu coming back and was about to salute, Wen Yu raised his sleeve to stop her movement, bent down and dragged the low fence in front of the garden, and left without a word of explanation.

His weird temper started to flare up again after he left the Houwu Clan.

Early in the morning, there was an ear-piercing sound in the whole courtyard of Wen Mansion, and there was a chaotic "thump, thud, thud" sound from nowhere, as if some hard object had been knocking on the floor.

The maid stared dumbfoundedly at Wen Yu's move to tear down the garden, she paused, with a dazed look on her face: "?!!"

Wen Qinru was afraid that Wen Yu would drag the fence apart, so he quickly followed behind him and helped him lift the back half.

The two of them walked through the corridor to the back of the house all the way, and the servants in the courtyard were all dumbfounded.

He Minzhi sent all the leaders of Wen's house and even the hospital. No matter how many scenes he saw, he had never seen any master who could do such a thing.

Wen Yu ignored the eyes of others, just dragged the fence around the open space in front of his house, and then followed Wen Qinru to walk around looking for thatch and sticks with his sleeves rolled up.

The whole courtyard was full of people rubbing their hands but they couldn't help. They stared straight at their maverick master, and with their own efforts, they managed to create a chicken coop.

*****

In the early morning of the second day, a group of scholar-bureaucrats all had their eyeballs glued to Wen Yu's body, covering their mouths and laughing so hard that their brows and eyes were crooked. We built a chicken coop and raised a few chicks?"

Wen Yu's back was straight, like a pine and cypress, he clapped his hands and said, "Yes."

"But Wen Aiqing watched the sky at night and knew that chicken vendors in the capital would raise their prices?"

Wen Yu looked at Zhang Shengren's face, and shook his head decisively as if he didn't understand the joke.

After retiring from the imperial court, He Min invited Wen Yu to meet him in the imperial garden. Wen Yu could guess two or three things without pinching his fingers: Ren Canglan had been looking for a prescription recently, and the prescription was quite strange. According to him, it was from ancient times. He couldn't find the secret recipe handed down for a long time, and once went out of the palace to ask Wen Yu to divination for him.

The hexagram image not only told the general location of the prescription, but also vaguely showed that the process of refining medicine was not easy. The first "difficulty" was that the medicinal materials were difficult to find.

When Wen Yu saw Shengyan in the imperial garden, the emperor was playing chess with the third prince, and the fight was in full swing.

The third prince loves martial arts but not literature, and his temper is jumpy. It is obvious that the young man can't sit still. He has already been physically and mentally exhausted after three consecutive rounds. Wu Chengfu asked: "Master Wen, why don't you come and do the math, will I lose or win this game of chess?"

Wen Yu walked along the cobbled path with both hands, with a stern face and a dumbfounded look, and stopped in front of the chessboard without saying a word. First, he saluted the two respectively, and after getting up, he raised his hand He took a piece of Bai Zi from the chess box of the Three Princes, and slapped it neatly on the board with a "shua". With just one piece, Bai Zi's life was completely blocked, and it was played where the Third Prince wanted to play.

"It's not suitable for the third prince to win, but it's not difficult to lose." Wen Yu said dryly like his teacher, "The third prince's chess skills still need to be tempered, his chess moves are monotonous, and he will stick to his grave if he makes a wrong move. , don’t even count.”

The third prince twitched half of his face when he heard the words. He lost the chess so neatly, which really made him amazed. He raised his head blankly, looked at Wen Yu's indifferent cold eyes, scolded the bastard in his heart, and praised: " Good chess!"

"Good chess, really good chess!" The third prince clapped his palms and laughed, and started flattering bluntly, "Mr. Wen's chess skills are as exquisite as Kanyu! In this capital, Mr. Wen may be the only one who is worthy to fight against the emperor!"

Wen Yu looked at his nose, nose, and heart, with an appearance of "I listen to your nonsense", and his standing posture showed boredom for no reason.

After the third prince praised his chess skills, he stood up gracefully, and bowed to the emperor: "My son is very weak in chess. Now that Mr. Wen has arrived, why don't you let Mr. Wen accompany your father to discuss two games?"

The emperor stroked his beard and looked at him with a half-smile, and waved his hand to tell him to leave. The third prince immediately made another bow with a playful smile, and ran away happily: "Thank you, father!"

The emperor waited for him to run away, and waved his hand to make all the servants retreat, then he greeted Wen Yu to sit down, sipped his hot tea casually, and said, "Aiqing raises chickens, but is she homesick?"

"That's not the case. The house is too quiet and I'm not used to it." Wen Yu said honestly.

He Minzhi smiled when he heard the words, put one hand on the side of his head, and casually moved the black pieces in the chess box with the other, and said leisurely, "I'm afraid the capital is too small, so I'm holding you back."

Wen Yu lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down: "I dare not."

The emperor nodded with a half-smile, waved his hand and ordered him to stand up, and blamed him: "Aiqing is free, so what is the difference between daring and not daring? I just want to say, since Aiqing has been in the court for a long time and is depressed, why not go out tomorrow How about a long trip?"

Wen Yu's expression remained unchanged, he clasped his hands in applause, and waited for the emperor's second sentence.

"Ren Canglan is short of some medicines, and it's really hard to find them. Go and find them for him." He Minzhi knocked a chess piece on the chessboard, and the jade stones collided with each other, making a crisp sound. After a while, he raised his head and asked Wen Yu with a smile. , "I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, go back early, okay?"

Wen Yu knelt down to salute, cupped his hands and said yes, He Minzhi handed him a folded letterhead, and waved his sleeves for him to step back.

Wen Yu walked out from the imperial garden all the way, the courtyard was full of smoke, but it couldn't keep his eyes from stopping for a moment.

In his heart, such a prosperous and magnificent scene is not even comparable to the small village at the foot of the West Mountain.

He couldn't go back to Xishan. At that moment, Wen Yu suddenly thought that if one day, he could take Wen Qinru to the Houwu Clan to live in seclusion and live next to Yan Qingjiang, even if he had to suffer from that mob from morning till night. Tian's firecracker temper also seems to be good.

Wen Yu went out of the palace gate, and bumped into Jia He, the personal servant of the Seventh Prince, who was parked beside Jia He in a luxurious carriage.

Jia He bowed his hands to salute Wen Yu, stretched out his hand as an invitation letter, and said in a deep voice, "It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. The Seventh Prince has already booked a private room in Qingxiang Building, and has prepared wine and dishes. I hope your lord will appreciate you."

With his back to the high wall of the palace gate, Wen Yu felt that there were countless eyes and the weight of a thousand pieces of gold behind him. He brushed past Jia He indifferently, and kept on stepping: "Thank you, the seventh prince, for your love. I'm tired of being an official. I want to go home to rest."

Jia He didn't expect him to be so merciless, he turned his head in a daze, only to see Wen Yu walking gracefully and calmly, with a tall and straight back.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Yu has merged into the crowd in the market, but in the noisy world, he looks even more lonely and desolate, resigned and independent.

At the same time, Lu Fu, the chief eunuch in charge, walked quickly through the imperial garden, bowed and knelt down in front of the emperor, and reported: "The Seventh Prince invited Mr. Wen to a banquet, but was rejected by him."

The emperor snorted to show that he knew, he twirled a sunspot deftly with his fingertips, and after two turns, the sunspot fell from the back of his finger with a "boom" and hit the chessboard, just in time for Wen Yu to block it with a move. On the white piece of the third prince.

"He is a smart man," He Minzhi said with satisfaction, "Knowing his identity, he can't get too close to anyone. It's a pity that the Seventh Prince is too stupid."

*****

When Wen Yu returned to the mansion, he stepped into the fence and fed a brood of chickens. He had not changed his official robes, but was wearing heavy and noble clothes, and the back of his clothes was casually swept on the ground.

"What's the matter?" Wen Qinru heard the noise in the room, walked up behind him holding up the hem of her skirt, and asked him.

Wen Yu flicked the rice grains with his fingertips, without turning his head, he said apologetically in a low voice, "I'm leaving again tomorrow, you are at home alone, so be careful."

Wen Qinru said hello.

"It's great to raise chickens," Wen Qinru was about to turn around to pack his bags, but he heard him muttering to himself behind him, "Everything is not as cunning as humans, and animals are the most honest. They eat when they are hungry, and they don't when they are full." Eat, run around the fence twice when you are happy, and stay in the nest when you are unhappy, not like a human being, with mixed feelings."

Wen Qinru sighed and shook his head when he heard the words, but did not persuade him.She was raised by Wen Yu, even if Wen Yu doesn't like to talk anymore, she can understand him a little bit.

Wen Yu's entry into the imperial court as an official must have something he has to do, not for money or profit, he must know something, and what he is looking for is probably peace.

"People's hearts are complicated." Wen Yu murmured softly, he stopped his hands suddenly, he didn't know what he thought of, his eyes moved down to the sachet on his waist, the corner of his mouth curled up, and a warm smile suddenly appeared.

*****

Before dawn the next day, Wen Yu came out quietly from the back door of the mansion with a bundle on his back.

But in the morning, there was news that Wen Yu was ill in bed.

Every day Wen Qinru took the washing utensils from the maidservants and went into the house to serve them, and all three meals were delivered to the bedroom.

Half a month later, Wen Yu pinched his fingers to search according to the prescription, and after picking up the few herbs that were missing, he took a detour to Jiangxian Peak.

The snow on Jiangxian Peak has not disappeared, and the wind is raging. It seems that the mountain has already entered the twelfth lunar month.

Wen Yu went up the mountain against the wind and snow, washed his hands and face by the familiar pool, then dodged into the barrier, stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back and looked down at the spring in the valley, and jumped down ten thousand feet with a smile high cliff.

"Huh?" Yan Qingjiang, who was sitting cross-legged under a tree and meditating, suddenly opened his eyes. He blinked in astonishment, raised his hand in the air without any hesitation, and quickly pinched his fingers in the air, spreading his palms upwards.

In the blink of an eye, a ray of light appeared out of thin air from his palm, forming clusters, showing the form of a phoenix.

The phoenix was almost an adult, and it was singing with a long neck, and the phoenix cry was clear and crisp.

Its tail feathers were bathed in flames, it shook the feathers all over its body, turned its head to look at Yan Qingjiang, and after receiving his order, it flapped its wings and pulled itself up into the air, bumping out of the barrier.

After a while, Phoenix brought Wen Yu back under the tree, it kissed Yan Qingjiang's cheek affectionately, then jumped onto his shoulder and shook, and gradually disappeared after it dissipated into a cloud of sunlight.

The glow slowly retracted into Yan Qingjiang's body, he opened and slightly closed his eyes, the eyes were clear and peaceful, filled with infinite vitality.

Yan Qingjiang stood up slowly holding the trunk of the tree, his eyes met Wen Yu's smiling eyes from a distance of ten feet away, and he saw the grass in the mortal world

The young master stood under the tree, raised his head and smiled slightly at him, raised his voice slightly: "Qingjiang, long time no see."

The author has something to say:

My IQ is not enough to write intrigue. In this article, all the parts that involve IQ are borderlines. Don't worry too much about me.