Chang'an Youth Tour

The Imperial Prison was even more eerie than Yan Junyu thought.

Even though it was a sunny day outside, the inside was still as cold as the twelfth lunar month, dark and wet. The jailer was shocked when he saw that Yan Junyu was dressed so luxuriously and wanted to go to the imperial prison to meet someone, but Ao Ji found out After talking, they had no choice but to obediently put Yan Junyu in.

Li Daoyong's cell was at the innermost, and he had to go down a stone step. The jailer led the way with a lamp, but he still felt the damp and cold on both sides pressing on him, and the smell was also very unpleasant. With the smell of blood and stagnant air all year round, Yan Junyu couldn't help but think of what Yun Lan said about Ao Ji's "pickled meat" last time.

He thought of Li Daoyong's white dress again.No matter how white the clothes are, if they enter here, they will become filthy.

There are dark cells on both sides of the corridor, and people seem to be locked up inside. Some people are lying on the ground, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.There was a stooped person kowtowing to the corner of the wall, chanting words like crazy, and there was a prison cell, which was quiet at first, but when they passed by, a person suddenly came out of the darkness, reaching out to grab Yan Junyu's clothes .

Not to mention Yan Junyu, the jailer was startled and furious. He picked up a wooden stick from the ground and hit the man's hand head-on. The man quickly withdrew his hand and had been hit twice Yes, lay on the ground and burst into tears, as if he had gone crazy.

"Death prisoner, I'll deal with you later." The jailer said viciously, turned his head and smiled at Yan Junyu and said with apologetic smile: "Your Excellency, you are not surprised, this way, this is Li Daoyong's cell."

Li Daoyong's cell was the same as theirs, narrow and dark, with a very bad smell, but it was only one foot square, and he walked to the end in a few steps.When the jailer opened the door, Li Daoyong was walking around the cell. He was tall and straight. Although his clothes were torn and bloodstained, he had been beaten, but he walked upright and graceful, like a crane.He walked to the end in a few steps, turned around and walked back, like a caged animal, but with a peaceful attitude.It seems that this is not a prison cell, but a study he is used to.

"He has to walk like this for a quarter of an hour every morning and evening, saying it's exercise." The jailer laughed at Yan Junyu in a low voice: "He probably thinks he has to go out one day."

"Go down, I want to talk to him alone." Yan Junyu couldn't bear to hear him continue to taunt.

"Yes." The jailer said flatteringly: "This subordinate is waiting at the prison door, and if you have something to do, just give orders."

While talking, Li Daoyong had already spotted them. He stopped and looked at Yan Junyu calmly. His gaze seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and Yan Junyu didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I remember you." Li Daoyong spoke first.

"My name is Yan Junyu, and I'm also the companion of the East Palace." Yan Junyu said with lowered eyes.

"Yanhou Mansion on Lingyan Pavilion?"

"Yes."

"Yan Zhongqing is your father?"

Yan Junyu never expected that he could say his father's name, so he raised his head and asked, "Do you know him?"

"I have a friend who has been praising him as the best general in the Zhou Dynasty for a hundred years. He just changed his name recently, so I remember this name." Li Daoyong smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "It's really ambitious for ordinary people to worry about national affairs. Is it big?"

"Not at all." Yan Junyu retorted instinctively.After finishing speaking, I felt that I was a little too eager, and added resentfully: "Scholars should care about the world."

Li Daoyong stopped talking and looked at Yan Junyu.

"You are quite interesting, Bi Ronghao is more decent, a bit like a person I met in the East Palace before."

Yan Junyu didn't ask who it was this time, but was silent for a while, and then said in a muffled voice: "Actually, I brought you a sentence for someone today. Mr. Luo Heng said, he wrote for the poem you didn't finish last time." You continued."

Li Daoyong's eyes softened almost as soon as he heard the word "Luo". Yan Junyu had never seen such eyes.He had been locked in prison for a long time, and his eye sockets were a little sunken, but after hearing Luo Heng's name, they instantly lit up.It was not the brightness of a martyr in the Lichun Palace back then, but very gentle, like the brightness of the sun during an outing in spring.

"What did he continue?"

"There is always faith in the friendship between chicken and millet, and don't forget that Bing Jian loses the original intention."

"It's going well." Although Li Daoyong was smiling, his eyes became a little sad, and he seemed a little helpless.

Yan Junyu didn't know how to write poems, but he also knew that he must understand the meaning.Originally, he sent the letter, and he could leave when the letter arrived.But for some reason, he suddenly asked, "Is it for him?"

"what?"

"Your father sued you for disobedience, and you were deprived of fame because of him?" Yan Junyu knew it was impolite to ask, but he still couldn't help it.

Li Daoyong is not an ordinary person, so he didn't feel offended, and replied frankly, "Yes."

"Why?" Yan Junyu was still puzzled: "You can marry a wife from a low family who only wants rich clothes and food, or buy a famous prostitute. Although the reputation is not good, there are many such talented people. At least you Father won't sue you for disobedience, your father is because you don't want to carry on the family..."

Li Daoyong raised his eyebrows.

"Did you come up with this word?"

"Rong Hao said it." Yan Junyu admitted honestly.

In fact, it was Rong Hao who commented on Li Daoyong before that he was exquisite and romantic, so he thought of many crooked ideas.Although Yan Junyu didn't understand half of what he heard, he also felt that it seemed to make sense.

"I guess you won't be able to say that." Li Daoyong said flatly, "Do you really want to know?"

Yan Junyu nodded.

"Because I don't want to carry on the family line, I think Luo Heng is the most precious person in the world. He deserves a complete Li Daoyong. Apart from him, my wife's position will not be given to anyone. Whether he is from a humble family, yes The luthier is fine, under this skin, he is the same person as me." He looked at Yan Junyu calmly: "You all ask me, but I want to ask you. I am sincere and want to spend my whole life with him , why are you so inferior to the world? The white is like snow in the sky, and the moon is as bright as the clouds. I heard that you have two ideas, and you come here to break up. There was such a poem thousands of years ago. How did it come to us, but you don’t remember it. Is it? If Luo Heng is a woman, you can also come up with an idea, let me marry a wife and take a concubine, and carry on the family line?"

Yan Junyu was stunned by his question.Li Daoyong's words were so absurd and unbelievable, but after careful consideration, there was nothing to refute, so he couldn't help but be speechless.

Seeing that he was stunned, Li Daoyong smiled instead, and said, "Besides, you have also met Luo Heng. Do you think that with his temper, if I take a wrong step, I will still be able to see him in this life?"

The luthier in Lizi Hutong is indeed like a proud scribe, and he knows that he would rather bend than bend.Yan Junyu knew that his poems were well written, but he was afraid that his literary talents were not inferior to Li Daoyong's, and the world would probably think that the lowly status of Jiaofangsi was not worthy of being compared with the talents of Jiangnan aristocratic families.

But how can Li Daoyong be judged by the world situation?

There is such a truth in this world that two people, no matter what their status is, whether they are high or low, whether they look good or not, as long as they are in love, they are completely equal, and they must pay the same price without any discount.

The question that I failed to ask Cheng Li Daoyong's man and how the man got married in Lichunyuan, I got the answer today.

Yan Junyu was so emotional that he didn't know what to say for a while.He had never met a good teacher before, and he didn't know that this was the feeling of being enlightened. He just looked at Li Daoyong in a daze, not knowing what to say.Li Daoyong just looked at him with a smile, separated by the prison bars, as if the two of them were not in a prison cell, but a hall for guests.

Yan Junyu came to his senses, glanced at his surroundings hastily, apparently thinking of where he was, his expression quickly collapsed, looking a little pitiful.

"but you……"

"But I'm going to die." Li Daoyong finished his words with a smile: "I knew it a long time ago. The Holy One is narrow-minded. I don't know how many civil servants died in the prison. They will definitely not let me go. I am writing When "Zhaojun's Out of the Fortress" came out, I already knew the ending."

"Then why do you still write!" Yan Junyu was so anxious that he broke out in sweat.

"Yan Junyu, have you ever been to the south of the Yangtze River? I grew up in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a kind of blue crab on the seashore of the south of the Yangtze River. Every year, it returns to the beach to give birth. Go into the sea. So the seabirds gather on the tidal flats, waiting to eat the small crabs. The first crab to climb out must die. No one wants to be the first one, but if no one is the first one, everyone will They all have to starve to death on the shore. Then, who will be the first crab?" Seeing that Yan Junyu understood, he smiled and said, "Stupid people don't know how to do it. Smart people don't want to do it. Then only The smartest person is the first to crawl out and be eaten by the birds, only the crabs behind will come out, and the crab group can survive. Do you think this makes sense?"

He seemed to be telling a very warm story, but the ending was more miserable than all the stories Yan Junyu had ever heard. The word "Lingchi", like a sharp knife, lies at the end of this story.

"You don't have to die, Mu Chaoran didn't die..."

"Don't be stupid. Mu Chaoran was able to live because he was involved in the power of the court. He brought his fame and family behind him to the prince's command. How could he become a victim? Besides, with me 'before', The Holy Majesty will definitely vent his anger towards him on me. I'm afraid he won't kill me easily?" He seemed to be explaining, but suddenly smiled, and said, "So there is really torture."

It turned out that while he was talking, he was watching Yan Junyu's reaction, and he had already guessed it.

"Cracked car? Cut alive... Ling Chi? Oh, it turned out to be Ling Chi."

Yan Junyu refrained from speaking, but he still got the answer he wanted with just one look.

"Still so narrow-minded..." He smiled and sighed, "It's a good thing I didn't let Luo Heng enter the palace."

Yan Junyu seemed to be blocked by something in his heart, unable to utter a word, he could only lower his head and grit his teeth silently.Li Daoyong was used to Li Yu, and he was used to seeing young people looking sad and ruthless, so why couldn't he see his expression.

"There's nothing to be sad about. I didn't want the fame, and I wrote Zhaojun's journey to the fortress myself. It's all within my expectations, and it's a benevolence...

Yan Junyu just lowered his head and didn't speak.He has often been like this recently, because there are too many things that he can't do anything about, and he can't accept it, so he can only sulk himself and fight against himself, almost forgetting how free he was when he didn't enter the palace.

Li Daoyong looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "Actually, you are very similar to me."

"I can't read at all."

Li Daoyong smiled.

"This has nothing to do with reading. The people I have met can be divided into two types. Using weapons as a metaphor, some people are like a sword. The person who wears the sword wants to enter and leave the temple as a gentleman. But the sword is different. The general can With knives, traffickers and pawns can also use knives, so there are often people with the most affection and nature in the world. When I was young, I wrote a poem, "The breeze is used to seeing injustice, and the eternal knife in the heart is smoothed", but that is madness. Words, the knife in the heart is not smooth. Just like Jing Ke assassinating Qin, although there are tens of thousands of people, I will go."

Li Daoyong reached out his hand, passed through the prison bars, and touched Yan Junyu's chest.His fingers were very light, but Yan Junyu felt that something was about to break out of his heart.

"You have a knife here, Yan Junyu, you don't belong here."

He withdrew his hand and stopped talking.

Yan Junyu actually understood what he said.

In fact, he came here today because he wanted to ask Li Daoyong: "You said that day that Donggong lost its think tank, and later you said that there is only one person in the world who is as good as you. Are these two people the same?"

But after hearing Li Daoyong's words, he suddenly didn't want to ask.

There are so many famous swords in history, Zhanlu, Tai'a, Xuanyuan... But there are very few famous swords, and swords are always used on the battlefield, open and close.If it is hung on the waist and followed in and out of the palace, it may be considered bulky, and it is not as good-looking as a saber.

But knives have their uses.

So, that person named Xiao Zhu, does he like knives or swords?

Yan Junyu had something on his mind, and he was bored on the way back. Seeing that he didn't speak, Ao Ji pushed him twice.

"Don't come near the prison for these two days."

"why?"

"The day after tomorrow is Li Daoyong Lingchi's day. It happens to be the day when Qiushou sacrifices to heaven and opens the hunting ground. His Highness is not in the palace. The Holy Majesty still regards Li Daoyong as a member of the East Palace. He chose to kill him that day to save face for the East Palace. Father and son Do not tear your face, understand?"

"Understand."

"It's good if you understand. Be good these few days, and when the hunting ground opens, I will take you hunting."