Startled Meng

The next day, after Yan Cijing left the mansion, he was still secretly afraid of the lie he told Yu Fangzhi yesterday.

He didn't need to go to court at all when he came to Beijing to report on his duties. It is more convincing to say that he went to the palace to study for the second prince than to say that he went to court. Fortunately, he didn't know what to ask.

He didn't even bring juniper with him, he only wore ordinary clothes, and he went out at dawn.

At this time, the city gate had just opened, and he was the first group of people to leave the city.

In the early morning, the dew was heavy, and the wet mud stained the shoes and the corners of the clothes. The common people walked gracefully, but Yan Cijing walked like flying, and did not care about the stains on the corners of the robes.

The turf at the foot of Cangshan Mountain was burnt black, Yan Cijing walked by, the soles of his shoes were stained with black mud, the black mud was very slippery, he even slipped when going up the steps, he quickly held onto the crooked neck tree by his side to stabilize Stay in shape.

The palms were bloodstained by the branches.

The gush of blood dropped to the ground in a string, like Yan Cijing's continuous worry since yesterday.

Xia Changying lives on the mountainside, is he safe?

Yesterday someone said that the snow on the mountainside of Cangshan Mountain had not completely melted, and the fire would not spread upwards, but Yan Cijing went all the way up, and when he reached the mountainside, the cypress and fir trees he looked at were still as black and hideous as those at the bottom of the mountain, not as lush as before. The appearance of green onions.

What about the two huts?Where is the gentleman in the house?

Yan Cijing didn't have a chance to visit Cangshan Mountain yesterday, but now when he passed the burnt peach forest, he was afraid again.

Fear can't overcome the sadness. After seeing the burnt eaves from a distance, Yan Cijing's crying "Mr." almost resounded through the sky.

The burnt tree crushed the house, and the charcoal basin in the house was not finished, and half of the bacon was left.

"gentlemen!"

With Yan Ci's heart hanging high, he ran into the kitchen, but no one was there, and went around to the back of the house.

There is a mess everywhere, only the graves paved with white bricks behind the house are still clean.

Yan Cijing knelt down and kowtowed: "I beg you, since Mr. has been by your side for many years, I beg you to keep him safe and sound!"

"Mr. is a good man, he shouldn't die here, but I have searched before and after, and there is no trace of Mr. I know he will not leave for a long time. Please tell me, where is Mr.?"

Be it gods or ghosts, how can they appear in the blue sky?Yan Cijing looked around, but didn't see any clues. Looking up, what could a fluffy cirrus cloud in the sky mean?

Yan Cijing murmured: "The fire started from the foot of the mountain, sir, you can't run down, only the Shuiyun Temple on the top of the mountain..."

"Thank you senior for your pointer!"

Yan Cijing kowtowed three times, got up and ran up the mountain.

Xia Changying once said that the monks of Shuiyun Temple would go down the mountain to chat with him to relieve boredom. Would he go to Shuiyun Temple?

Cangshan Mountain is on fire, there are very few pilgrims today, and no one is blocking the way, but Yan Cijing was so anxious that he almost tripped over the threshold.

"Master, may I ask if Shuiyun Temple took in outsiders yesterday?"

The sweeping monk shook his head: "Benefactor, Shuiyun Temple does not accept outsiders."

Yan Cijing grabbed the little monk's arm in desperation, and asked, "What about the fleeing people? Are there any outsiders hiding in the temple?"

"The pilgrims who were hiding from the disaster all went down the mountain yesterday."

"Impossible!" Yan Cijing grabbed the little monk, his eyes turned red, "I beg Master to ask again! Maybe there are still people who haven't left..."

The little monk couldn't break free, and with a bitter face, he called: "Master, look..."

Yan Cijing turned his head and saw Jing Che's face sinking like water, and felt the pain in his heart: "National teacher——"

"Follow up."

Jing Che was dressed in a plain long gown, and when he turned around, the corners of his robe were not stained with dust, he was indifferent, even more indifferent, and even when he gave Yan Cijing hope, he did not show any sadness or joy.

In front of him, Yan Cijing felt that he was a reckless and impatient person, and he was a little ashamed. He only dared to follow from a distance, but he was really worried about Xia Changying, so he chased after him in small steps.

Jing Che seemed unaware of his hesitation, but also seemed to know it well and was too lazy to point it out.

It was the same corridor as last time, and the position of the shadows of the bamboo forest on the ground remained unchanged. This time, Yan Cijing did not distract himself from the unreasonable sense of familiarity. He followed Jing Che around the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

"gentlemen!"

Yan Cijing screamed and ran into the hut, knelt in front of Xia Changying's knees, weeping silently.

Xia Changying didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted his head, "I'm fine, the monks of Shuiyun Temple took me into the temple to escape the disaster, and I ate and slept well in the past two days, and I've grown some meat."

Yan Cijing knelt down, stopped crying, and still clutched Xia Changying's sleeve.

Xia Changying was soft-hearted: "Why do you still look like a child?"

Yan Cijing retorted: "Is it all right, sir? Why do you need a monk to take you? Why didn't you go up the mountain to escape the disaster by yourself?"

"Sir, if something happens, how should Jingping deal with himself?"

Xia Changying was still in the mood to joke after being reprimanded: "The coffin is ready at the back of the house. If it really disappears, just bury me there."

Looking at Yan Cijing's eyes full of red silk, Xia Changying restrained himself, but the words of frustration had already been uttered, and no matter how much he persuaded Yan Cijing, his face was dumbfounded. In the end, Xia Changying really had no choice but to ask for help. His eyes turned to Jing Che outside the house.

Jing Che lowered his eyes and said, "It's time to eat, let's set the table."

Only then did Yan Cijing get up and help set the table for dinner.

Although it was the meal that Jing Che said, he didn't stay, leaving enough space for the teacher and the student to talk.

Yan Cijing told the ins and outs of the fire, Xia Changying nodded and said that Wei Chengcheng was an unscrupulous person, and it was terrible that even the people of the National Temple dared to set fire.

Admonition: "He is not a person who just sits and waits to die. He will definitely take action in the near future. Use your abilities and don't show off."

Yan Cijing nodded while helping Xia Changying to prepare vegetables, and then asked: "The two thatched huts have been destroyed, why don't you go down the mountain and live with me?"

Xia Changying tapped Yan Cijing's bowl with his chopsticks, urging him to eat, and said, "Jing Che keeps me, I will live in the temple for the time being, and this place is also hidden, you can come whenever you want."

Yan Cijing nodded and ate in small bites.

After Yan Cijing left, Jing Che came, bringing ointment.

Xia Changying shook his cuffs, exposing the back of his bandaged hand, struggling to change the dressing with one hand.

Standing by the door, Jing Che stood on the sidelines and said coldly, "If the poor monk doesn't send someone to pick you up, are you going to guard the tomb until you die?"

Xia Changying smiled: "Yes."

"Master, I followed Lord Yan all the way up Cangshan Mountain, and found two collapsed thatched cottages on the mountainside. There was only a trace of a man in the house, but the dishes and chopsticks were in pairs. I didn't see anyone. Lord Yan was very sad. .”

"Then I went to Shuiyun Temple with Master Yan. Master Yan was taken away by the monks. I wanted to follow, but was discovered by the sweeping monk, so I dared to wait outside the temple. Master Yan was in a good mood when he left the temple. found it."

Xiao Wu asked: "Master, do you want me to visit the temple at night?"

Yu Fangzhi shook his head: "There's no need to check."

If Yan Cijing was being followed, he would definitely feel uncomfortable, and enough is enough. Yu Fangzhi believed that Yan Cijing would tell him everything.

"You go." Yu Fangzhi told Xiao Wu to leave, turned around and left the box, went downstairs, and the shopkeeper brought the green dates that Yu Fangzhi wanted.

When they arrived at Yan's mansion, Jun Jun greeted Yu Fangzhi and said that Master Yan was changing clothes in the room. After Yu Fangzhi ordered Jun Jun to wash the dates, he walked through the main hall to the courtyard.

The small courtyard of Yan's Mansion is not as grand as the Yu family's, but the fluffy grass that sprouts in spring is also cute, and Yu Fang knows whether he is willing to step on it. He flew past the pebble path and flew straight into the bedroom.

Yan Cijing was reading a book on the couch, when he heard the movement, he raised his head, smiled slightly, and said that you are here, his calm appearance was the same as usual.

Yu Fangzhi sat down next to him, embraced him and asked, "You already know what happened in the court?"

Yan Cijing closed the book, nodded, and asked, "What do you think?"

Yu Fangzhi was only stunned for a moment, and then confessed all the information he had found out: "Wei Cheng claimed credit for the imperial army in the hall, saying that the fire was discovered in time, and the imperial army used wet soil to extinguish the fire to guard the city gate and the five counties outside the city, and there were not many casualties. "

Yan Cijing nodded.

Yu Fangzhi continued: "Zhang Shaoqiu said that the fire was man-made, and asked the emperor to order a thorough investigation. Afterwards, Yang Xun of the Criminal Department will lead the order, and the government and government will cooperate to thoroughly investigate the case of the Cangshan fire."

Yan Cijing said: "Zhang Shaoqiu is paving the way for Wei Cheng? Yang Xun is Wei Cheng's man, so Wei Cheng will have the final say on the outcome of the case then?"

Yu Fangzhi shook his head: "Zhang Shaoqiu shouldn't be so stupid, but I don't know why he would do this."

Yan Cijing: "Recently, I have been visiting the Wei Mansion more often. If I can know the direction of Yang Xun's handling of the case, I can probably guess what Zhang Shaoqiu is planning."

Putting his body in danger again, Yu Fangzhi remained silent, holding Yan Cijing's hand, Yan Cijing retracted his hands to dodge, took the initiative to hug Yu Fangzhi, and sighed wearily.

Yu Fangzhi saw the black and blue eyes in the morning, thinking about who he could not sleep for last night, Yu Fangzhi kissed Yan Cijing's hair, and asked tentatively, "How is your day today?"

Not mentioning the palace, not mentioning the second prince, not mentioning the court, he thought that even if Yan Cijing hinted at him, kneeling and kowtowing on Cangshan Mountain, crying bitterly in front of the dilapidated house, it would be fine to reveal a little bit.

But Yan Cijing disappointed him.

"The second prince is still so tired of studying, I am quite helpless, maybe my lectures are boring, the second prince doesn't like to listen."

Smiling with crooked eyebrows and coordinating with a helpless sigh, the acting was really good, and Yu Fangzhi also cooperated well, and scolded the second prince for not knowing how to cherish the teacher.

The two chatted one after another, until Yan Cijing became sleepy and fell asleep leaning on Yu Fangzhi's shoulder.

He was still smiling while sleeping, thinking that the person he was thinking of had found back, and he saw him in dreams and out of dreams.

Yu Fangzhi held out Yan Cijing's right hand from the rug, and cursed secretly, what are you hiding?Is it because he is afraid that he will know who the injury was for?

Yu Fangzhi gently put down the Yan Ci mirror leaning on him, covered him with the quilt and left.

Just when Juniper came in with washed green dates, Yu Fangzhi took him out and told him to find gauze and wound medicine.

Going back to the room and waiting, Yu Fangzhi saw Yan Cijing's clothes and shoes hanging on the screen.

The cuffs and corners of the clothes were full of stains, and the sides of the shoes were also covered with mud. Normally, the speaker would have made a mockery of a clay doll, but he was not in the mood right now.

All he could think about was that Yan Cijing had hidden someone from him.