A glance at the spring breeze

The situation of the two investigating in Qijia Village was very bad.

They then visited a few old people who moved up from the bottom of the mountain, but without exception, they all changed their faces when they heard "Houshan", and they were all happy when they saw the silver, but as soon as they heard that the two wanted to ask "Houshan" "The mountain ghost's house" matter, they immediately dropped the silver and fled, and they couldn't turn back.

The two walked for a whole morning, and it was almost noon, but they still couldn't find any useful information from the villagers. The two couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

The sun was scorching hot, and when we walked to the suburban alley at the entrance of the village, when there was no one there, there was a muffled sound suddenly.

"Gu..."

Yin Jian stopped, looked around, and said vigilantly, "Ah Lan, what sound did you hear?"

"Cuckoo..."

Ruan Lan's face was slightly red: "Your Majesty...it's my stomach that growled."

Yin Jian listened carefully, and it really came from Ruan Lan's abdomen.He smiled softly: "I said I would take you to breakfast, but I forgot."

"..."

"Cuckoo..."

"Cuckoo..."

Stomach growling became more and more frequent.

Ruan Lan frowned: "...the voice now is not mine."

Yin Jian heard the sound and looked up, and sure enough, he saw a white bird hovering above their heads, making a "cuckoo" cry.

Yin Jian stretched out his hand, and the white bird fluttered down.If you look closely, there is a bamboo tube tied to the bird's leg, with a strip of white paper rolled inside.

It's a messenger bird.

It is said that the royal messenger bird has spiritual power, no matter where the owner is, even if he is in heaven or earth, he can deliver the letter within half a day.

Yin Jian took out the letter paper and unfolded it with his uninjured right hand. After reading it, he said slowly: "The people below sent a letter, saying that all the letters about Qiumang Mountain and the villages in this area are blank."

Qiumang Mountain is where they are now.

"blank?"

"That's right." Yin Zhen collected the letter, and the messenger bird spread its wings and flew away.

This is a remote place that ordinary people will not pass by, but no matter how remote it is, as long as there are people, the government should investigate and record it.What's more, there are people living at the foot of Qiumang Mountain all the year round, and the number of people is not rare, so why are all the records blank?

If Yin Cheng erased the records around Qiumang Mountain for some reason, at most, the files before Yin Cheng's death may be blank. Don't know"?

It can be said that the government is really... "dereliction of duty".He neglected his duties so much that he didn't even want to pay taxes on the land.

"Your Majesty." Ruan Lan lowered her head and thought about it carefully, "At the beginning, I thought that the whole thing was planned by Wang Ya...the noble concubine."

"En." Yin Zhen nodded, but he was not surprised.

"Later... I thought it was someone else in the harem." Ruan Lan looked at the gravel road ahead with deep and long eyes, "Because... all of these incidents were all directed at the imperial concubine. If the imperial concubine is just a target, then the biggest The beneficiaries are naturally other concubines."

"Then... what happens next?"

"After that... I thought that the target was not the noble concubine." Ruan Lan turned her eyes to Yin Xian and said, "The target is actually... the harem."

"You mean..."

"The person behind the scenes wants us to turn our attention to the strife in the harem to cover up his true identity, and his true identity is likely to come from the court. He can easily cover up the local government files A person who is a person must have extremely high power, and he will not be a good stubble."

"Alan."

"Huh?" Hearing Yin Jian calling him, Ruan Lan quickly pulled her thoughts back from her memories.

Yin Xian took a step closer to Ruan Lan, lowered his eyes and smiled and said, "You must have kept half of the matter of your leaving the palace, deliberately hiding it from me, right? Since I already guessed the way to help you leave the palace last night Man, you must have lost your worries now, so can you tell me about your other half? Otherwise, how would I understand what you just said? "

Seeing that Yin Jian had exposed the previous trick, Ruan Lan immediately gave an unnatural "cough" in her throat, with a slightly shy expression on her face: "Of course."

"Cuckoo..."

Coincidentally, at this moment, Ruan Lan's stomach growled again.

Yin Jian saw that the blush on Ruan Lan's face had climbed up to Ruan Lan's ears, so he helped him out and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, let's find a place to eat first, and then we'll eat while we eat." explain."

The two asked for a quiet private room in the restaurant. After eating and drinking, Yin Jian almost heard the general situation of Ruan Lan before and after leaving the palace.

"The assassin who sneaked into the palace and pretended to deliver a letter to you... the man who performed the disguise technique to perfection... escaped from the capital and led directly to the terrifying secret road in the suburbs... and the assassin who immediately chased after him and threw a stab in the back as soon as he arrived at Langchi?"

"Well, that's exactly the case." After listening to Yin Jian's conclusion, Ruan Lan realized that those few days of fleeing were really frightening, almost every day was spent in the midst of life and death, full of crises everywhere.

Yin Jian picked up the chopsticks and held a small peanut in the green dish in front of him: "So what's so good outside the palace? After going through such a twists and turns, I almost lost my life. Alan, why don't you go back to the palace with me. It's still safe in the palace."

Ruan Lan changed the subject and said, "Now that I have told His Majesty everything I have experienced recently, Your Majesty, can you tell me one thing now?"

"What's the matter?" Yin Jian raised his eyes.

"Why is Your Majesty so familiar with ghosts?"

This question has been lingering in Ruan Lan's mind for a day and a night.Yin Xian was born in the palace and grew up in the palace since he was a prince. He has always studied Confucianism, Legalism and the words of sages. It is impossible for him to have the opportunity to come into contact with ghosts.However, when he was in the mansion in the back mountain, Yin Jian's unafraid and natural attitude in the face of ghosts clearly showed his habit and familiarity with such things.

Yin Jian was used to this for a long time, so he was not surprised or afraid.

If Ruan Lan hadn't flew into that yin house by accident, Ruan Lan might never have discovered the secret of Yin Jian.

Since ancient times, in order to seek the law of immortality, the emperor has always practiced Taoist fairy art, alchemy and qigong.It was the first time he saw that the emperor was familiar with the way of ghosts, it was really strange.

"Alan... It's not that I don't want to say it, but that this question is really impossible to answer right now." Yin Zhan stopped the chopsticks in his hand, and his handsome and handsome face was now serious.Yin Jian stared at Ruan Lan's dark brown eyes, and said word by word, "I can only say——I have experienced it."

After finishing speaking, Yin Jian took out the fan from his bosom again, unfolded it with a "swipe", and fanned it: "Summer is here, it's too hot after eating, fortunately I brought this."

Ruan Lan hadn't figured out the meaning of Yin Zhe's words "I've experienced it before", when he saw Yin Zhe took out his "No Ji Tai Lai" inlaid with gold and silver again, he immediately wanted to reach out and snatch it from Yin Zhe's hand. Fanzi: "Your Majesty, it's poisonous, why do you still..."

Yin Jian turned sideways and easily dodged: "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Ruan Lan said helplessly, "I can write another one for His Majesty."

"really?"

"really."

"That's good." Yin Jian conjured another white fan out of nowhere and handed it to Ruan Lan, "Then write now."

Ruan Lan couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes for a moment.He was silent for a while, before hesitating, "But right now I don't have pen and ink, so I can't..."

"What's so difficult about this." Yin Jian immediately turned his head and shouted towards the door, "Little Er?"

"Come on!" The waiter in the store didn't dare to neglect the guests in the private room, bowed his body and asked warmly, "What's your order?"

Yin Jian pointed to Ruan Lan at the side with his eyes: "I wonder if you have pens and paper here? My friend likes to write poems for fun when drinking."

"Yes, yes! Guest officer, please wait, I'll get the small one right away!"

Yin Jian threw a gleaming ingot of silver to Xiaoer, "Your reward."

"Thank you sir!

Not long after, Xiaoer brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed them neatly on the small camphor wood table next to him: "These are the four treasures of the study that our shopkeeper usually uses. These items are specially bought in Xuancheng next door. !"

"Very good, please trouble Xiao Er."

"The little one went down. If there is something to order, he will be there whenever he is called."

After the door of the private room was closed, Ruan Lan walked to the square table, picked up a pen and said, "What does Your Majesty want me to write?"

Standing beside him, Yin Xian lowered his head slightly, and he could clearly see Ruan Lan's two curved shallow eyebrows, as if they were slightly outlined with an ink pen in front of him. It is elegant and delicate.

Yin Jian closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said: "If you have, then write: 'Where to go to Jiji, it must be Yutangchun'."

After hearing this, Ruan Lan's hand holding the pen paused, her expression froze.

"How about this poem?" Yin Xian said, "I had this poem written on a fan before. I liked it very much, but then the fan fell off. I regretted it for a long time."

"Well, let's write this sentence." Ruan Lan held her sleeves with her left hand, held the pen holder with white jade-like fingers, lowered her eyes to look down at the pen tip on the fan, hung her elbows and wrote ten big characters.

Yin Jian stood aside with his arms folded, and when Ruan Lan finished writing, he stared at the fan and suddenly frowned, "Ruan Lan, why did you also write Lishu?"

"..."

"However, after all, you should have seen that folding fan before. I always carry it with me." After Yin Jian finished speaking, he shook his head, "It's still wrong...but why are the words you wrote so similar to those on that fan?"

"I thought His Majesty knew that I inscribed the words on that fan." Ruan Lan put down her pen, turned her head and asked, "I don't know how Your Majesty got it?"

"Let me think about it." Yin Jian took two steps in the room and said slowly, "It seems that I picked it up from the ground when I was the prince more than ten years ago..."

"..."