A glance at the spring breeze

The courtyard was empty.

There is only one tall and emerald green sandalwood standing in the center of the courtyard, part of the tree trunk is hidden in the thick black mist above the house, and it is impossible to see the top when you look up.

In the dream just now, the tree and the plaque in front of the door should have been burnt.

Ruan Lan walked around the tree, looking at the shade of the tree in front of her, said: "In such a harsh environment, the branches and leaves are so lush; without the irrigation of sunshine and rain, they will not wither."

Yin Jian looked at the tree, but said, "It's dead."

Hearing this, Ruan Lan was startled at first, then closed her eyes and sighed: "...Well, you should die."

He had seen so many strange things today, he should have realized it long ago.

Ruan Lan stopped under the tree, while Yin Jian walked to the most luxurious pavilion in a mansion next to the tree.

Ruan Lan looked at Yin Jian on the steps, and for some reason felt that the figure in front of her eyes overlapped with Yin Cheng's back in her dream, making her feel even more strange and uneasy.

As soon as Yin Jian stood firm, he heard Ruan Lan rushing over behind him, and asked him: "Your Majesty...does this place have any connection with the former crown prince? .

Yin Jian looked at Ruan Lan's beautiful face and wrinkled anxiously, then reached out and stroked Ruan Lan's brow with his thumb, shook his head and smiled, "You actually asked me? I know Yin Cheng best. Shouldn't it be you, his counselor?"

Thinking about it carefully, this sentence made some sense, and Ruan Lan couldn't care less about Yin Jian's hand that climbed up his face, and actually began to think about where she had neglected her duties before.

Why have I never heard of the relationship between Yin Cheng and this house in Wannan before?

Yin Jian traced on Ruan Lan's curved and shallow right eyebrow for a long time before saying, "If Yin Cheng really has any connection with this place, and you don't know...then someone else must know."

Ruan Lan raised her head suddenly and looked into Yin Jian's clear eyes.

After the two looked at each other, they said in unison: "Feng Bizhi."

As the hottest crown prince who has attracted much attention, Yin Cheng will not only have Ruan Lan as his confidant.

At that time, Feng Bizhi served as the minister of the Ministry of Rites, and had a good personal relationship with Ruan's father, and they both worked for Yin Cheng's faction.It's just that Feng Bizhi's official rank is not as high as Ruan's father's official minister, and his reputation is not as good as Ruan Lan, who is well-known in the capital for his literary talent. As Yin Cheng's companion, Ruan Lan grew up with Yin Cheng and has a close friendship.Therefore, among the confidantes around the prince, it is obvious that Ruan Lan is more popular, completely comparing Feng Bizhi to the bottom.

However, only a very few people including Ruan Lan know that Feng Bizhi has a very high status in Yin Cheng's heart, compared to Ruan Lan, it can be said that it is even worse.

If Ruan Lan is Yin Cheng's bright son in the game of fighting for the throne, then Feng Bizhi is Yin Chengliu's secret move.

Yin Jian thought for a while, and said: "However... Feng Bizhi seems to have died more than ten years ago."

Ruan Lan nodded: "That's right. 11 years ago, Feng Bizhi was impeached for embezzling the funds for the sacrificial ceremony. The evidence presented was convincing, and he was already powerless. In the end, Feng Bizhi was sentenced to be executed at noon by Dali Temple, and Feng's residence was also copied. Home. The prince saw his confidant being framed by a traitor, from being imprisoned to being ransacked and executed, but he could only ignore it and pretend to be indifferent, in order to protect his handsome man by abandoning his car..."

As Ruan Lan spoke, the expression in her eyes changed slightly.

"Hey, Ruan Lan, why are you looking at me like this?" Yin Jian interrupted him, turning his eyes, and said suddenly, "Ruan Lan, you are so courageous, how dare you call me a traitor?"

But Ruan Lan said: "That's not the case. Before today, I really thought that His Majesty did it, including everyone around the prince. I didn't see His Majesty's reaction until I saw... If it was really His Majesty who planned it, why? After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that Feng Bizhi died "likely" more than ten years ago? But if it is really not His Majesty, I really can't think of anyone who would deliberately confront the crown prince..."

Ruan Lan changed the topic: "So I guess-this is a question I have never dared to think about before-whether Feng Bizhi... was removed by the crown prince himself?"

Yin Jian's expression froze.

Ruan Lan said again: "If Feng Bizhi is very important to the crown prince and is an indispensable move in the fight for the throne, then with the crown prince's ability, he will try to keep Feng Bizhi no matter what. From the beginning, Feng Bizhi was regarded as an abandoned son. It can be seen that he did not want to save him. Therefore, no matter who did the whole thing, all the prince wanted was the result of Feng Bizhi's death. Could it be that Feng Bizhi knew something about the prince that could not be explained to outsiders? Secret, so... he must die?..."

He remembered what Yin Cheng said in his dream when he raised his head with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.

--"You came."

Looking back now, it wasn't him at all that Yin Cheng called at that time, but it was probably... Feng Bizhi.

Perhaps it was the secrets in this house that made Yin Cheng kill his confidants.

Ruan Lan looked back at the rockery and green sandalwood in this gloomy house.

The house was dark, quiet, and silent.A lifeless and uninhabited look.

But there is a tall and lush "dead tree".

——I don’t know who is entrusting him with dreams?

Suddenly he heard Yin Jian say: "You guys are so meticulous and hard to understand, you even kill your own people when you get anxious."

Ruan Lan lowered her eyes and said calmly: "I believe the prince has his own difficulties, and he can't help himself."

"Heh." Yin Jian laughed, but felt a little jealous in her heart: Ruan Lan is really the protector.

Ruan Lan looked at the closed door in front of her and said, "If I remember correctly, then as long as you enter here, you should be able to go out." After speaking, she wanted to push the door open.

"Wait." Yin Xian pulled him back, "I'll do it."

Protecting Ruan Lan's body with one arm, Yin Jian pushed the door open.

It looked like such a brand new and gorgeous door, but there was a "squeak" sound that seemed to be in disrepair and dilapidated.

Suddenly, a white smoke shot out from the crack of the opened door.

It's a hidden weapon!

"Be careful!" Ruan Lan reminded from the side.

Yin Jian had been prepared for a long time, he took out a folding fan from nowhere, and opened it with a "shua" to block in front of the two of them.Yin Jian pushed with internal force, and the string of white smoke turned quickly like a beam of light hitting the mirror.

"This is..." Ruan Lan stared straight at the moment.

He looked at the thing in Yin Jian's hand—isn't this his broken "Wo Ji Tai Lai"!

Upon closer inspection, the original torn part of the fan was studded with a few gold threads. There is a bright golden road between "No Ji" and "Tai Lai", which is really funny and wonderful.

Surprised, Ruan Lan raised her head and looked at Yin Xun suspiciously, only to see that Yin Xun calmly put the "No Ji Tai Lai" back into her pocket, turned her head and said to him, "Go in."

In the middle of the walk, he said: "You have already left, don't you allow me to pick up this broken fan and see things and think about others?"

Ruan Lan was speechless for a while.

The two entered the house smoothly.

The display in the main house is simple, not as luxurious as it looks from the outside. There is only a set of old tables and chairs and a painting hanging on the wall.

Although there are few things on the table, the four treasures of the study are complete. However, the ink has dried and clotted, and the hair on the nib of the pen has almost fallen off.

The painting on the wall is very simple and elegant. It depicts a plum blossom standing proudly in the snow.

"strangeness……"

Rather than saying that the display in the house is simple, it is better to say that it is real.

It is much more real than the outside scenery, like a... house that has been burned by fire.

The burnt smell in the house is stronger, the walls are yellow and dark, and the beams, corners and floors show signs of burnt; as well as the painting, the paper is yellow, the lower part has traces of incompleteness, and the edges are dark, it should be the same was burned.

When Ruan Lan was in her dream, she saw Yin Cheng pushing the door and entering the house, and he followed behind... But after entering the house, he never saw Yin Cheng's figure again.

——Yin Chengping disappeared for no reason.

Therefore, the secret to get out must be in this room.

Yin Xian walked to the wooden table and opened the drawer.

He thought there would be something important in the drawer, but unexpectedly there were only two feathered arrows.

Ruan Lan couldn't move her eyes when she saw it.

This is... the arrow of the "old three", the arrow used to kill the girl.

Now in reality, his thoughts are naturally more active than in dreams.Ruan Lan just took a look and then remembered that this kind of feather arrow was also the arrow used by the group of people who chased and killed him that night!

How can this be so? !

Could it be... there is some connection between these two seemingly unrelated things...?

While Ruan Lan was deep in thought, Yin Jian looked out of the window and suddenly said in surprise, "Not good!"

Ruan Lan looked up, but found that half of the long pavilion where they rested just now was engulfed by the black mist above.

Yin Jian frowned, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that it has sensed that someone is coming and is slowly moving towards us. Ah Lan, we can't stay any longer. We must find the exit as soon as possible, otherwise..."

"Dong dong dong dong..."

Unexpectedly, at this time, there was a knock on the door!

What a misfortune!

If it was not Yin Xianruan Lan but someone else who was in the room at this time, he must have been scared out of his wits.

The knocking on the door continued, and the sound became louder and louder, from knocking to knocking on the door.The person who knocked on the door seemed to be getting more and more impatient, and the door began to "creak". Judging from this reckless and rude voice, it seemed that he was about to break in.

Looking at the black mist rolling in from the window, it has spread beyond the main courtyard, completely engulfing the rockery, and completely surrounding the main courtyard.

The huge mansion was swallowed up by ghost fog from nowhere, and only this ten-foot-square yard was left!

"Bang bang bang bang!..." A little inattentive, the people outside the door have already started to knock on the door anxiously.

In desperation, Ruan Lan lifted the painting on the wall.

Fortunately, there is indeed a mystery under the scroll.

Ruan Lan said: "There is a mechanism here."

Black mist seeped into the house from cracks in the door and windows.

The banging on the door suddenly stopped.

However, there was the sound of "tack-tack-tack" quick steps outside the door.

not good!

The two looked at each other and thought: This is really about to hit the door!

Yin Jian quickly pressed the switch on the wall, and at the same time, Ruan Lan heard the sound of the door slamming open.

In an instant, the eyes of the two of them went dark.

Ruan Lan felt that her body was falling sharply.

The author has something to say:

One day, during the imperial examination, Yin found out a question.

The topic on the paper is:

"In such a harsh environment, the branches and leaves are so luxuriant; without the irrigation of sunlight and rain, they will not wither."

Based on the above materials, please draw up your own theme and write an essay of no less than 800 words.

Candidates: Your Majesty, you are lying!What about the Four Books and Five Classics?What about stereotyped essays?

Ruan Lan: Hey, isn't that what I said?