my voice is poisonous

In the palace, the royal study.

The person sent to investigate the identity of "Yan Qing" went back to the palace and reported to He Minzhi, only saying that "Yan Qing" had too few traces to check, and it was the same as what Wen Yu said, she was a hermit who came down from Hanyun Mountain one month ago , claiming to be surnamed Yan.

There is a dilapidated thatched hut on the top of the snow peak, and there are traces of the old and the young living there. Someone at the foot of the mountain who has seen the true faces of the two said: "The old man is no different from ordinary people, but the young man who is not as weak as the crown is somewhat different." Xianzi is indeed somewhat similar to "Yan Qing" in the portrait, but because she only glanced at it from a distance at the beginning, she can't confirm it.

However, the "Uncle Mo" that Mr. Yan was talking about could not be found anywhere.

"Explore again." He Minzhi leaned behind the case, he was always sensitive and suspicious, not to mention he was almost crazy about becoming a fairy.

Before the man could leave, he heard Ren Canglan gossiping with the eunuch with a smile outside the door and asked, "Is Your Majesty inside?"

The man paused when he heard the words, He Minzhi raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture to let him hide behind the house. Everyone in the house was rushed to the door by He Minzhi, so he had to rely on himself, and raised his voice: "Cang Lan ,come in."

Ren Canglan pushed the door open and entered. He was rarely dressed in an official uniform, and he was quite serious. He walked forward until he reached the imperial case before stopping, and only bowed slightly.

"Did the medicine come out?" He Minzhi asked without waiting for him to speak.

"Yes." Ren Canglan took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and leaned over to hand it to He Minzhi. He smiled and said, "This medicine minister has already tried it, and it removes the turbidity in the body. Your Majesty will use it for three days, and if you feel refreshed It is obvious that it is full but the body is becoming lighter and lighter, and it is considered successful."

"I heard that you have been going to Wen's mansion recently, and even with Wen Yu, you don't pay much attention to Si Tiantai's affairs." He Minzhi took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it, put the mouth of the bottle under his nose, and sniffed lightly. Feeling that the fragrance of the medicine was refreshing, he pursed his lips in satisfaction, and asked casually as if chattering.

"My minister is wronged," Ren Canglan smiled and raised his hand, pointing with three fingers of his right hand, "I have only been to Wen's residence three times in half a month, and I didn't even go to see Mr. Wen."

"Oh?" He Minzhi changed his posture, raised his eyebrows with interest, and signaled Ren Canglan to continue.

Although Ren Canglan didn't dare to boast that Bigan had an exquisite heart, but he also had all seven apertures open, and he knew that He Minzhi must have known about Yan Qingjiang's existence and became suspicious, so he didn't hide it, half-truth Pretend to cover up something for Wen Yu: "I went to Mr. Wen's house to meet a fellow Taoist. A few days ago, Mr. Wen's mansion came to stay with a fellow Taoist. That person is the one I met at the foot of Hanyun Mountain a few years ago. The old friend of the fate. The man is not very old, but he has quite unique insights on the way with Taoism. I am very close to him, so I want to take advantage of him

When you are in the city, see you more often. "

"As for Mr. Wen's reluctance to make progress and leave early," Ren Canglan shook his head with a smile while clasping his hands, and said roguely, "it's really none of my business."

He Minzhi laughed lightly when he heard the words, and didn't say much, he waved him back and said, "Go, go, meet your fellow Taoist, and help me to send a message to Wen Yu, telling him to come in." Xia Qi is no longer allowed to leave early, and has to come to the morning court every day."

Ren Canglan immediately got the advantage and acted like a good boy, bowing his body as if receiving the imperial edict: "I obey the edict."

*****

The next day, Ren Canglan really went to Wen Yu Mansion again.

Ren Canglan swaggered through the corridor and directly entered Wen Yu's courtyard, faster than the footsteps of the servants notified.

The hem of his white cloak was swept all the way, which saved the cleaning of the Wen residence.

"Lord Wen!" Ren Canglan stood in front of Wen Yu's courtyard with a few fallen leaves stained on his hem, calling for people, and the servants trotted behind him, panting.

The courtyard gate was in a mess, and sawdust was everywhere. Ren Canglan's jaw dropped after shouting, and Wen Yu was sitting on the open space in front of his house, concentrating on planing wood. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and pointed at him. Nodding his head, he said with a calm look: "Ren

grown ups. "

He continued to lower his head after he had finished, and pushed the planer to peel off the rough skin of a thick branch with a "squeak", and the courtyard was filled with teeth-stinging sounds.

The solid-eyed servant squatted beside Ren Canglan to catch his breath, and finally said: "Master Ren, wait a moment, my lord is busy."

"Your lord..." Ren Canglan, who was ignored, turned his head and bowed his head and asked him blankly, "Don't go to Sitiantai, do you work as a carpenter instead? Are you short of money at home?"

The servant grinned uglyly, obviously disturbed by Wen Yu for several days, he bowed and retreated, Ren Canglan leaned against the courtyard door with folded hands, frowning as Wen Yu raised his sleeves Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he couldn't help but be happy.

He has always thought of Wen Yu as a stubborn iron rooster, his salary is locked at the bottom of the box as a dowry for his sister, and he never goes out to buy daily things if he can do it himself.

Now it seems that he did not wrong Mr. Wen.

Ren Canglan walked to Wen Yu's side with his hands behind his back, lifted his hem and squatted down, and raised his hand to touch a planed wooden embryo in front of Wen Yu's feet. The wooden embryo was shaped like a phoenix body, about three feet six inches five , about six inches wide, about two inches thick, flat at one end, and curved at the other end.

"This is—" Ren Canglan hissed, holding the piece of wood embryo in his arms and tilting the weight, he turned his head and confirmed to Wen Yu, "This is the best paulownia wood, you plan to make a piano? "

It was rare to argue like that, and Wen Yu could still hear what Ren Canglan was saying. His subordinates didn't stop, and amidst the headache-inducing creaking sounds, he replied loudly without looking away: "Two fights!"

It would be fine if he didn't say two fights, but Ren Canglan understood without further explanation: "Your sister and Yan Qing want to learn piano?"

Wen Yu nodded after hearing the sound: "Take the two of them to the teahouse to listen to the piano, and they are both interested when they come back."

Hearing this, Ren Canglan rested his chin in his hands, and sat down on the ground like Wen Yu, staring sideways at him as he was doing carpentry with great interest, and joked casually: "You are a loving father, you dote on your children, and you give them whatever you want."

Wen Yu seemed to have never heard of it, and only focused on the work at hand.

He is proficient in craftsmanship and is obviously used to it. Even if he was an official in the court and held an important position, he did not hide his poor background in the slightest. How shabby the dark brown dungaree robe.

"It's just you working as a coolie, where are your sister and Yan Qing?" Ren Canglan turned around and saw that the courtyard was empty.

"I went out to get the lacquer, and I still have the strings. I'll be back later." Wen Yu consciously raised the volume, not forgetting to entertain the guests, "You go to the house to find some tea."

Seeing that Wen Yu ignored him, Ren Canglan pouted in boredom, stood up when he heard the words, patted the dust behind him casually, turned his heels, and walked towards Yan Qingjiang's house.

He doesn't regard himself as an outsider at all in Wenfu.

Wen Yu was born in a poor family, and he was not particular about tea tasting. On the contrary, Yan Qingjiang, who had just joined the WTO, was quite interested in Central Plains tea.

Therefore, most of the good tea in the mansion is in Yan Qingjiang's house.

Wen Yu was willing, tsk, Ren Canglan slandered with his back turned.

With a sound of "squeak", Ren Canglan frankly pushed the door open and entered the room to find some tea. As soon as he entered, he was dazzled by all kinds of gadgets in the room.

There is a row of wooden frames around the wall of the house, on which are placed, lying, and hanging items, all of which are common small objects in the market: clay sculptures and wood carvings, window grille paper-cuts, masks, children’s rattles, lanterns painted with legends, etc. There is also a green bamboo flute...

Ren Canglan was astonished for a moment before he understood. He walked around the wooden frame, rummaged through the delicately handcrafted ornaments, couldn't help but smiled and cursed to himself: "The craftsmanship is amazing, stingy person."

He took down the bamboo flute and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes. The flute was very exquisitely made, the left end was inlaid with ivory as the mouthpiece, 24 silk strings were wrapped around the body of the flute, and the tail was decorated with floating tassels.

Ren Canglan caressed the small seal character "Yan" engraved on the body of the flute, curled his lips knowingly, and tested the sound by holding the flute in front of his lips. The sound of the seven-hole flute was clear and high-pitched, like the sound of a phoenix, very pleasant to hear .

"Canglan can also play the flute?" The outside of the room fell silent at some point, and Wen Qinru could vaguely tell what Wen Qinru was talking to Wen Yu. He pointed his fingers, and when he heard the sound, he turned around and saw Yan Qingjiang standing behind him, tilting his head and smiling indifferently, cupped his hands and said, "I met fellow Taoist, Wen Yu said you were here, so let me come in first."

"I've seen it before." Ren Canglan returned the gift with a flick of his cuff, twisted a flower on his wrist, put the bamboo flute across his hand, and asked knowingly, "The whole room, including this flute, are all Wen Yu's handwriting?"

Yan Qingjiang smiled a little shyly when he heard the words, he took the flute and nodded: "I... I don't have these things and... musical instruments at home. He saw that I was curious, so he If you do something, it will trouble him."

"I think he enjoys it and doesn't bother him." Ren Canglan winked at him and said narrowly, "As long as he is not allowed to nest in Si Tiantai, I think he will be happy to do anything."

Yan Qingjiang smiled when he heard the words, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. He has become more and more relaxed these days, and the ice and frost from Jiangxian Peak seems to be almost gone. He and Ren Canglan are getting closer, and even I can often talk and laugh with Wen Qinru.

"What have you learned recently? Wen Yu said, you asked him to study books. Have you finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics?" Ren Canglan turned to the table and sat down, poured a cup of herbal tea, and moistened his throat carelessly , raised his head and twisted the corner of his mouth meanly, "How is Wen Yu's knowledge? If he can't, you can read to me."

Yan Qingjiang smiled shyly and said, "After reading the Book of Changes, he also wanted to tell me about the other four books, but I couldn't understand them, so I had to take my time. He read the Analects of Confucius and Mencius." I have mixed some of the allusions into folk tales, as well as the "Book of Songs", and I will bring some of them when chatting on weekdays, so that I can understand a thing or two."

The Houwu tribe originally came from southern Xinjiang, separated from the Central Plains by more than half of the territory, and the cultural gap was very serious. Later, they moved to northern Xinjiang to hide from the world, and even cut off communication with the outside world.Except for the guardians of the sacred tree and the elders of the patriarch, there are probably not many people who can even read and write.

"Then I can't match him," Ren Canglan said with a smile, "Wen Yu is a good teacher, I think that's how he enlightened Wen Qin back then."

"Qinru also said the same," Yan Qingjiang replied with a smile, "He said that he was her elder brother and father, half wife and half best friend when she was young."

"Wen Yu and you are not the same?" Ren Canglan deliberately teased him behind Wen Yu's back, and he winked at Yan Qingjiang, "It's all because he looks old, and he looks like a steady parent on weekdays, who is he standing with? They are not like their peers."

Yan Qingjiang also laughed, and Ren Canglan, an old goblin with a youthful face, was so shameless to run on others, but it didn't make people bored, it only made people think that he was humorous and a good person to talk to.

However, Wen Yu, the "old man", made Yan Qingjiang feel that he was like the sacred tree he had guarded for 60 years in the Houwu clan.

It seems like it can hold the whole sky behind it.

"When this piano is finished, Mrs. Wen will be a musician again." There was a "babble" sound outside the room again, and Ren Canglan wrinkled his facial features as if he had a toothache, raised his eyes and said to Yan Qingjiang, "He looks like There is a kind of Taoist appearance of "big sound is rare, and elephant has no form", which fits well with guqin, simple and deep, and must be a master of the middle class." (Note 1)

This person boasted that he was obviously very knowledgeable, but Yan Qingjiang was startled and said: "He...he seems not to...play the piano..."

Ren Canglan: "?!!"

"He said he would invite a wife to his house..." Yan Qingjiang added, pursing his lips.

"It's nothing to praise him," Ren Canglan slapped his forehead angrily. He smiled in a low voice, and suddenly he clapped his palms together and gave him a crisp slap before introducing himself, "Since he can't, then I'll teach you the piano." ?”

Yan Qingjiang: "Huh?"

"Ah, what, I have been learning the piano longer than those musicians outside, why do you still despise me?" Ren Canglan's mouth curled up, and his expression suddenly became three points of mourning. He often walked in the palace a few days ago, and occasionally You can also meet a concubine who can't afford to kneel before going to the imperial study, so she imitates the appearance of her boudoir by ten percent.

"Besides, I teach you and there is no charge. Wouldn't it be a good thing to save some money for Wen Yu? That's it!" Ren Canglan clapped his hands, but Yan Qingjiang couldn't stop him. He changed his sitting position and leaned against the table Yan'er sat casually with her legs crossed, raised her eyebrows and eyes, tilted her head and suppressed her throat as if she was about to seduce a child, and she bargained with Yan Qingjiang, "What, as a return gift, you can also tell me Telling stories about your aspirations and hobbies, such as Huangquan and Shanpo, Wen Yu only mentioned that, but I didn’t listen to it

Complete. "

"...Okay." Yan Qingjiang only said that Ren Canglan was right. He lived and boarded at Wen Yu's house, and it would be good to have less expenses. "Do you want to listen to the part about Huangquan and Shanpo? Then I'll tell you."

"make a deal!"

Yan Qingjiang sat down opposite him, the sun shone in through the window, and a cluster of light hit the table, making Ren Canglan's cup of tea extremely poetic. A short period of quiet time.

The outside of the house finally quieted down. The two parts of the piano body have been completed, and Wen Yu is adjusting the paint.

Wen Qinru swept the sawdust all over the floor aside, turned to see Wen Yu adjusting the paint with one hand, and twisting a qin string with the other, lost in thought.

The warm spring sun hangs in the sky, casting a warm light gently.

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Note 1: The big sound is rare, but the elephant is invisible. —— "Tao Te Ching"