my voice is poisonous

"Long time no see." Yan Qingjiang was stunned, and bowed to him politely.

After Wen Yu finished saluting with him, she didn't speak, but looked up at him with her hands behind her back and smiled.

Yan Qingjiang blinked, making him laugh inexplicably. He floated down from the branch, stopped in front of him, and asked tentatively, "What happened? Why are you back again?"

Wen Yu looked around like a thief, fearing that Mo Zhongtian would jump out from somewhere again, he beckoned to Yan Qingjiang mysteriously, Yan Qingjiang couldn't help leaning forward.

"For you." Wen Yu clenched his right hand and extended it to the tip of his nose, and slowly opened his palm. In his palm, he held a small sachet embroidered with multicolored silk threads. At the bottom of the sachet, there were colorful tassels hanging. Small and beautiful.

Yan Qingjiang said curiously, and carefully picked up the sachet with two fingers, and placed the other hand under the tassel, for fear of accidentally dropping it on the ground.

"What is this?" Yan Qingjiang took a closer look, his eyes were full of love, he raised his head and asked Wen Yu, "Why did you give it to me?"

Wen Yu folded his hands and said with a smile: "I didn't come here to give you a sachet, just open it and see what's in the sachet?"

Yan Qingjiang was even more curious when he heard the words. He pulled the knot tied at the mouth of the sachet, put the sachet upside down in his palm, and slowly poured out the things hidden inside. It turned out to be a bunch of different seeds !

"This is—" Yan Qingjiang looked up in confusion, Wen Yu smiled and played with his fingers in his palm, and explained to him in a warm voice: "I see that although your place is big, there is only one tree. I have seen enough for more than ten years, so I searched for you some tree species that are not in the family. Look, the one that looks like this is a peach tree, this one is an osmanthus tree, and this one looks like a pear tree. When a tree is full of pear blossoms, it looks like a snow-covered mountaintop outside the clan. There is a saying: "Bai Jin has no traces and is fragrant, and Yushu Qiongpa piles up snow." (Note 1)

He said, lowering his eyes and laughing inexplicably, and then he continued: "I think, if your place is full of pear blossoms, the wind blows, and the sky is like snow, it should be very beautiful. You can also change the scenery." Look, it's a relief, not so boring."

Yan Qingjiang has guarded this sacred tree for many years, and he doesn't know when it will be the head, and the next generation will not be able to be cultivated, from the patriarch to the patriarch.

The elders are all advising him to be more careful.He guards the forbidden area of ​​the clan and no one asks him, is it annoying?Or is it boring?

Only this unlucky outsider who entered the family tree for no reason, after seeing him, was still thinking about whether he was tired of seeing the bare land, so he traveled across mountains and rivers to send him some tree seeds.

Yan Qingjiang tightened his palms, drooped his eyes, his loose long hair swayed slightly to cover half of his face, and said solemnly in a low voice, "Thank you."

"Do you like it?" Wen Yu said softly, looking after his slightly closed eyes, "I think your place is full of spiritual power, so you must have scattered tree seeds casually, and they can grow without much care, no It will delay your practice."

Yan Qingjiang nodded, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he revealed a shallow smile, revealing a small dimple on his left cheek.

He doesn't smile often, these decades of loneliness not only made him forget the taste of ups and downs, but even the seven emotions and six desires are almost sent to the ninth day with the ascension to heaven.

He raised his head and squinted generously at Wen Yu, his pair of phoenix eyes bent into a crescent shape.

Wen Yu only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and even his heart swayed inexplicably.

Yan Qingjiang Zhenxiu flew up to the tree, with a graceful figure. He waved his hand in the air and scattered all the tree seeds in his palm. With the other hand, he slapped the wind, and the tree seeds scattered all over the sky with the wind. , All fell into the ground in an instant.

Wen Yu only looked up at his mischievous appearance like a child, and felt joy in his heart.

"The tree plant has planted," Yan Qingjiang stood far away on the tree, lowered his head and held the lanyard of the sachet in one hand, his little finger secretly scratched the sachet as if reluctant, and asked Wen Yu with lowered eyes, "Sachet ...pay you back?"

Just as Wen Yu wanted him to throw the sachet down, he then suddenly heard his words, but paused in his mouth, Wen Yu raised his head and looked at him for a while, then folded his hands and smiled at Yan Qingjiang: "No need , give it to you, you keep it."

Hearing this, Yan Qingjiang's brows and eyes narrowed into a slit, his dimples were deep, and he gestured to the sachet on his body in a childish manner, and finally tied it around his waist.

He raised his eyes and smiled to thank Wen Yu, and Wen Yu suddenly remembered, what did Qin Ru say at that time?

"Brother, according to the rules in Beijing, this sachet is for you to give it to your future sister-in-law as a token of love."

Wen Yu froze immediately. He half-raised his arms in the air. After a breath of embarrassment, he felt inexplicably happy again from the bottom of his heart. He raised his head to face Yan Qingjiang, bowed down from afar, raised his eyebrows freely and smiled, pretending to be mysterious and whispered: "Hush, this is our secret, you must not let Elder Mo know."

Yan Qingjiang was startled, his thin and fair fingers brushed unconsciously over the sachet, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, and nodded.

Wen Yu only felt that smile, and there was only one line in the poem that described it aptly, and that was really - thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossoms blooming. (Note 2)

*****

Wen Yu took advantage of not alarming Mo Zhongtian, and left in Yan Qingjiang's phoenix.

He took a long detour this time and returned to Beijing half a month late.

Wen Yu rushed into the city before the curfew, slipped into the mansion through the back door, avoided the servants all the way, and opened the window of his bedroom to enter the house by groping the path.

He Minzhi is delicate and suspicious, he doesn't want people to know that he has recruited immortals to refine elixir, and he can't even trust this house where he has stuffed a room full of eyeliner, so he tells Wen Yu to arrange the situation properly and not to be an outsider. Find out where he is.

*****

In the early morning of the second day, Si Tianjian Wen Yu, who suffered from repeated attacks of illness and had not seen anyone behind closed doors for more than a month, finally recovered from his illness and returned to the imperial court on leave.

According to the law, Si Tianjian did not go to the court for non-important matters, so after the early court, the emperor called Wen Yu to the imperial study to have an audience and question him sympathetically.

Wen Yu presented the collected medicinal herbs to He Minzhi, and stood in front of the royal case without saying a word.

He Minzhi was also used to seeing his silent face. He sat behind the court case without raising his head, and said while reviewing the memorial: "Wen Qing is tired from the long journey, you have worked hard."

Wen Yu replied: "I dare not."

He Minzhi knew that he would say that, he closed the memorial in hand, held it in his hand and gestured to Wen Yu, raised his head with his usual invisible smile, and asked a question slowly : "Wen Qing's clever calculation, we know that you left Beijing for one month, what happened in the court?"

thing? "

Although Wen Yu is the official fourth-rank Si Tianjian, he does not hold important positions and has no real power. He just sits on the Si Tiantai reading books and drinking tea every day, and is a white-collar salary. .

When the emperor asked such a question, it was obvious that the answer to the question did not coincide with the matters under Si Tiantai's jurisdiction.

Wen Yu frowned involuntarily, and He Minzhi's eyes were fixed on his face, with a half-smile.

Wen Yu lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes. Against his imperial aura, he silently raised his hand and pinched his fingers to calculate. The speed of his finger pointing went from fast to slow, and finally his right hand slowly curled up and clenched into a fist.

Wen Yu's face was pale and tired, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he closed his eyes weakly and then opened them again, his body flickered, he was so weak that he seemed to be unable to even stand still.

He Minzhi laughed softly: "It seems that Wen Qing has a result?"

Wen Yu's lips moved, and he immediately knelt down as soon as he lifted his clothes. Although he had been in court for several months, although he was familiar with the officialdom style, he was still unwilling to say a word in three or five turns, and said bluntly: "The minister is incompetent , Although I bear the name of divine calculation, I am not allowed to peep into the affairs of the Tian family. The matter of the establishment of the crown prince and the selection of the crown prince are determined by His Majesty, the real dragon emperor. I have no right to make calculations, and I hope your majesty will forgive me."

"Oh?" He Minzhi leaned over to the side of the large throne, moved his eyes, and asked again after hearing the voice, "Then just from the fate and appearance of the princes, which one does Wen Qing prefer? "

Wen Yu's hands propped on the floor trembled involuntarily. From the first day he entered the court as an official, he tried to avoid all power struggles. He bowed his head and thought for a while, and finally said: "Everyone has its own merits."

He Minzhi was startled when he heard the words, and suddenly burst into laughter, he kept patting the armrest of the throne with one hand, and burst into tears from laughing.

"Wen Qing, you really..." He Minzhi smiled and shook his head uncontrollably, "Your mouth is really tight."

Wen Yu lowered his head lower and lower, and couldn't help holding his breath.

"Back off," He Minzhi raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, watched Wen Yu get up and bow to him, and when he was about to turn around and leave, his voice suddenly changed, and he said indifferently to his back He said, "Your sister is also at the age to get married. You, the elder brother, have to keep your eyes open. Don't help her choose the wrong person."

When Wen Yu heard this sentence suddenly, his legs froze in mid-air when he lifted his foot to go out - He Minzhi really wouldn't let him go easily.

*****

Wen Yu came out of the imperial study, looking very preoccupied. He folded his hands and lowered his head. He turned around the corridor and turned the wrong way. When he realized that he looked up, he just saw someone wearing a long blue robe. Smiling at him leaning on the porch.

That person was none other than Ren Canglan whom he brought back from the sea.

"Master Wen," Ren Canglan smiled and bowed to him and said, "The sick body is safe?"

Ren Canglan is over a hundred years old, but he still looks like a young man. He has a free and unrestrained temperament, but he can stand restraint, and he is very comfortable in the officialdom. He is a rather contradictory person.

He has no standing position, looks lazy, one shoulder is high and the other is low, and even the two crown belts are thrown behind his head. The smile on his face is narrow, with an expression of "I understand everything", which is different from his Taoist The status of an expert is completely inconsistent.

Wen Yu bowed back, but said to him: "Why don't you wear official clothes when you enter the palace?"

"Official clothes are too ugly," Ren Canglan copied with both hands, still put on a lazy look and said with a smile, "Your Majesty will leave it up to me anyway, so don't worry about it."

"Don't be too insolent." Wen Yu frowned, but he swallowed back the following words, he said in his heart, that's all, Ren Canglan's situation is much better than him, so there is no one to tremble with him.

"I have my own sense of proportion, don't worry." Ren Canglan didn't blame him for being fussy, and asked him again with a smile, "Are you going out of the palace? I'll be with you. I heard that Zuixianlou has recently offered some good courses. Vegetarian dishes, why don’t you and I try them together?”

Since Wen Yu brought Ren Canglan back to the capital, he deliberately cut off contact with him, and when they met on weekdays, they just nodded and said hello to him, except that a month ago Ren Canglan handed over a invitation to visit Wen Yu, the two of them had no personal relationship in private .

Wen Yu was about to refuse, when Ren Canglan stepped up and took him by the arm, dragging him away involuntarily, with a rather rascal posture: "Let's go, let's go, it's almost time for dinner, even if you want to take it home for dinner If you want to send me away, you have to have a drink or two with me before leaving."

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Note 1:

The white brocade is fragrant without traces, and the snow of Yushu and Qiongpa is piled up. ——"Wu Su Nian Lingxu Palace Lihua Ci" Song Qiu Chuji

Note 2:

Thousands of pear trees. —— "Bai Xuege Sending Judge Wu Returns to Beijing" Tang Cen Shen

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