Chaoyuan Road

The Fourth Taiwei Yao Gonglin recently discovered that on the black sandalwood book table full of files and classics in the Temple of the True Monarch, there was a large twisted flower-through porcelain bowl at some point.This large bowl is half a foot wide, and on the almost transparent white background, several lines of carmine are curled like feathers, and a small bowl lotus grows in half of the crystal clear water.The bowl of lotus seems to have been drawn not long ago. Among the round shield-shaped leaves the size of a child's fist, a milky white flower bud stands upright like a yellow warbler. At a glance, the light yellow border on the sharp corner can be seen. It looks very graceful against the color background.

Yao Gonglin is a cautious person. Although he was surprised, he didn't open his mouth to ask. He felt that the second master worked so hard every day. If he could take a look at the lotus with dew on his hand from time to time, it would be considered a sneak peek, and it would relieve him to some extent. Tense strings.It's just that Yang Jian never let the grass-headed god in charge of sorting out the documents touch the bowl of lotus. Once, Xiaotian turned into a dog and took a nap under the desk. But he only used his hand to protect the bowl, and the high pile of papers on the desk toppled down like an avalanche, causing the dog to run away screaming and screaming.

It was already three o'clock in the night, and the fourth child watched Yang Jian go all the way, holding the gun and holding the goblet without letting go of the book, and he had no intention of resting. Knowing that this would be another sleepless night, he hurried forward to refill the pot of tea and add a few more candles for him. , silently clasped his fists in a salute, and quietly retreated.Yang Jian didn't look at him, but only glanced at the celadon teapot with lotus pattern, and saw that the teapot seemed to be gently lifted by an invisible hand, and poured out a cup of tea obediently.Yang Jian put down his pen and held the cup in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to drink, he just whispered: "Since you are here, you should make this tea again."

The courtyard was silent, and no one answered, only a clear dewdrop dripped and rolled several times on the lotus leaf of the lotus in the bowl on the desk, and rolled into the water with a "ding dong", splashing a tiny spray.The splash of water bounced up, but fell in no hurry, and soon dispersed into hazy clouds, and then condensed into a vague figure in mid-air. He nodded and smiled at Yang Jian: "Is it okay to drink from this pot now?"

"Before the princess came, I could barely drink it." Yang Jian put down his glass and smiled, "Since the princess has come, I can't drink it."

The dragon girl who had turned into a real body landed on the ground and gave him a look: "You just drink tea on an empty stomach and drink it carefully. Then you won't be able to lift a pen or a knife." Having said that, she still sat by the tea table and stood up by herself. After turning on the stove, he took out a skin bag from his bosom, poured water into the tea hanger, and fanned the wind with a round fan in one hand, and said: "I brought some water from Zhangquan, it's nothing more than the well of your temple. It’s just not as many as Zhang Quan.” She glanced at Yang Jian, curled her lips and said, “I’m not being courteous for nothing, the ointment you asked for from the old monarch is quite effective, I will always repay you, lest you scold me behind your back, Call me ungrateful."

Listening to her chatter, Yang Jian smiled imperceptibly, got up and poured the remaining tea, and brought the cup and plate to Cun Xin's hand, then knelt down and sat opposite, and said with a smile: "I heard that you sent my private message in front of your mother again. meaning?"

"Why, I can't send it?" Long Nu didn't lift her eyelids, she picked up the tea whisk, poured tea with one end, and said angrily with the other end: "Zhenjun is a good method, I just mentioned 'Mobei', you know you want it." Drive the Eighth Princess and his wife into the Holy Land of Tengger. It's a pity that there, her spells are useless, and the majestic girl of heaven is willing to be dusty for more than forty years, and it is really difficult for her."

Yang Jian didn't answer, just staring at the curling water vapor in a daze, and after a while he said lightly, "Seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence. Since she is married to a mortal, she has to learn to live a mortal life. The path I choose, I can't blame others."

Cun Xin was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that she was being abrupt—the mother of the person in front of her was once the most honorable female fairy in the world, she abandoned her godhead and even risked her own life for a mortal scholar.She blushed, and wanted to say something to make things better, but Yang Jian had already changed the subject: "I told you about the investigation the day before yesterday, is there any clue?"

The dragon girl sighed in her heart, and nodded: "The ear report near the Luoyang palace is played by the God. Daoyong'an Prime Minister Wang Bi has recently descended to the realm, under the pseudonym 'Zhiyi Zhenren', and often goes in and out of the Emperor's Palace. Not only praying for the emperor, but also offering sacrifices. Meng Chi built a mansion in the west of the city, opened an altar to teach the Dharma every day, and it was very exciting." As Cun Xin said, he gave Yang Jian a cup of tea from the fairness cup, offered it to him with both hands, and took a cup for himself, took a sip and said "That's all. The most surprising thing is that Wang Bi took in five hundred Taoist boys from the surroundings of Dongdu, both male and female, and they were all under the age of Zongjiao. They were raised in the mansion, and they were said to be used for alchemy and Taoism. But Every few days, there are always a few children who disappear, and they only say to the public that they think they are too hard to learn, slip away and escape, and they are re-elected from the people as substitutes—but this is too frequent."

"Have you sent someone in to check?"

Cun Xin shook her head: "These boys and girls were gathered in a small courtyard and guarded, and they were never allowed to go out. The leader was Wang Bi's confidant who was brought down from the heaven. If you look around a few times outside, some people in charge will come out to look around and drive them away, so we haven’t been able to find out the details so far.”

Yang Jian held the teacup and pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his cup and drank the tea: "You don't need to investigate this matter any more. You have [-] subordinates who will pay the gods, and there is no guarantee that there will be no Tiannu people among them. , I'm afraid that the disaster will spread to me."

"Then...Wang Bi and Chang Rong get along very well, why don't I ask her to tell the truth..."

"No need!" Yang Jian said categorically, "Liu Changrong and Wang Bi have a very close relationship, how do you know that she won't tell Wang Bi everything? Then how will you deal with yourself?"

"...Impossible?" Cun Xin couldn't help hesitating when he saw that he was speaking in a serious manner, "Chang Rong loves me like sisters, so why would he sell me to please Wang Bi?"

"Is the friendship between a sister and a man better than the love between a man and a woman?" Yang Jian put the teacup on the table, staring at the bewildered Dragon Girl with burning eyes.Cun Xin was very determined, but when he said this, he also hesitated, lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying: "You said, this Wang Bi stayed well in Yuqing Palace, why did he suddenly go to the mortal world to refine alchemy? "