Startled Meng

"It's getting dark, why are you still awake? Is there something wrong?" Du Yan gestured.

Juniper shook his head and looked anxiously at the closed door: "The meal is hot and hot, and I'm afraid that my lord will wake up suddenly and want to eat, but I don't know when my lord will wake up."

"Bam—"

Hearing the sound of heavy objects falling in the room, Juniper rushed in first, and saw Yan Cijing sitting on the ground blankly, with a panic expression on his face.

"My lord—" Jun Song and Du Yan frantically helped Yan Cijing up.

Yan Cijing sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, muttering: "What's wrong with me?"

Seeing that Yan Cijing was feeling unwell, Junjun secretly admired Yu Fangzhi's foresight, and ran away: "The doctor is in the front hall, I'll call you!"

When the doctor came, I looked, smelled, asked, examined the coating of the tongue, checked the pulse, picked up the pen and began to write the prescription, and read while writing:

"Observing the pulse of an adult, the old man finds that the pulse is deep and weak, especially at the feet. He also sees a pale tongue and white fur. This is a syndrome of deficiency of kidney yang, which will damage the kidney yang over time. Adults should not have sex too frequently. Use medicine to assist it. Two qian for hives, two qian for Eucommia, three qian for Dipsacus, and Achyranthes bidentata..."

The old doctor handed the prescription to the servants, and found that the patient's face was depressed on the bed. It is expected that he was young and unrestrained. Take the medicine, and you will be fine in two days."

"Juniper! See off!"

Juniper guessed that the doctor didn't think highly of him, that's why he was in such a hurry to see off the guests, but he was skeptical about what the doctor said, frequent intercourse was obviously nonsense, although he had doubts, he still respectfully sent the old doctor away.

When he returned to the room, he saw Du Yan serving Yan Cijing's meal. He ate some porridge and side dishes. He was afraid that the adults would think it was vegetarian, so he went to heat up the broth that Fang Zhi had sent before he left.

Although I couldn't tell what kind of meat it was, it smelled very strong, so it must be something good.

Yan Cijing glanced at it, his face turned red and white, and said: "Take it to the corner and it's down."

Juniper explained: "My lord, this is language..."

"fall down."

"Yes."

Juniper had no choice but to pour the soup, and soon a passing houseservant saw it, squatted in the corner to identify it carefully, and suddenly slapped his legs and cursed: "Tsk! What a good deer whip! Why did it fall!

Yan Cijing felt much better after eating something, and lay back on the bed to read.

Juniper waited by the side, feeling that the adult seemed not very focused, staring at the pages of the book for several times, always looking out of the window, as if waiting for someone, but did not speak.

Jun Jun said caringly: "Are you waiting for Young Master Yu? He brought people back to Jiangling."

Yan Cijing was surprised: "Go back to Jiangling? When did you leave?"

Juniper: "I left after sending the adults back this morning."

Yan Cijing closed the book and asked, "Did you say when you'll be back?"

Juniper replied, "No."

Yu Fangzhi left, Yan Cijing was not idle, and went to see Wei Cheng after a few days of recuperation.

Wei Cheng told him that his qualifications were still young and he could not speak in the court, so he was arranged to go to Nanman to be the magistrate for two years.

Yan Cijing responded, and when he exited, he met Heiying again. Heiying asked him where he went after the banquet in Xu's mansion that day. When it was appropriate, Hei Ying shook his head, smiled and wished Yan Cijing a bright future.

Two days later, the emperor approved the transfer plan of officials from the Ministry of Officials, and the officials from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Households should fill in the missing officials. To Yan Cijing's surprise, Fan Zhi was relegated to Nanman, while he went to Jiangling.

"Jiangling is a good place. Lord Meng Xiao used to be the magistrate in Jiangling before he was transferred back to the central government. When the northern border was attacked, the second prince who was still traveling at that time is the current emperor. He led the troops from Jiangling and brought enough food and grass. Supporting the northern border has become the key to reversing the war between the two countries." Xia Changying read Yan Cijing's appointment edict and said:

"Zheng Lang from the Ministry of Rites, Fan Zhi from the Ministry of Hu, and Wei Cheng's two right-hand men have fallen one after another. The newly appointed Hu Ge and Xue Rulie are all old ministers who were involved in the Meng Xiao incident and were demoted from the capital. Joining the Wei Party, the court will be peaceful for a long time to come."

Xia Changying said again: "After this farewell, I won't see you until you return to Beijing to report on your work at the end of the year. I am shocked and take care."

Yan Cijing bowed three times: "Sir, take care."

Xia Changying returned the edict to him: "Didn't you say that you invited your colleagues to go up the mountain to offer incense? Go quickly."

"it is good."

Speaking of which, the place where Xia Changying lived in seclusion was halfway up Cangshan Mountain, and the top of Cangshan Mountain was Shuiyun Temple.

When the first emperor was in power, Shuiyun Temple was sealed as a national temple, and Master Jingche was named a national teacher at a young age, but now Emperor Rentai does not believe in Buddhist teachings, and only invites monks into the palace to practice during special festivals.

However, this Shuiyun Temple has always been crowded with people and incense is constantly burning. Even though the stone steps are long and difficult to walk, there are many devout people who come from afar.

Seeing the spire of the bell tower from afar, Pei Yuantang smiled with relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked around worriedly: "Is Lord Yan okay?"

Yan Cijing smiled: "My injury has long since healed. You have asked me many times on the way up the mountain."

Pei Yuantang smiled embarrassedly.

Now that he has entered the Imperial Academy, and heard that Yan Cijing was reinstated, he was overjoyed, so he came to the door and begged Yan Cijing to accompany him to fulfill his wish. After Yan Cijing agreed, he remembered Yan Cijing again. I was still injured, so I was always worried.

But now it seems that Mr. Yan is sweating like an ordinary person, and his pace has slowed down. There is nothing wrong, so Pei Yuantang is relieved.

With vermilion walls, glazed tiles, and two stone lions outside the door, Pei Yuantang entered happily with Yan Cijing.

Pilgrims continue to enter the glazed hall to offer incense. There are monks cleaning the corridors on both sides of the hall. The murmurs of pious people and the rustling of sweeping can be heard from time to time.

Pei Yuantang went to offer incense, while Yan Cijing stayed outside the hall and waited.

The bodhi and banyan trees planted in the temple are nothing special, and the white jade railings and bluestone bricks are no different from other temples, but... Yan Cijing frowned unconsciously, not understanding why he felt a strange sense of familiarity with this place .

This kind of familiarity is frightening, as if every plant, tree, brick and tile here can be called by name, but I just can't remember when I came here.

"My lord, my lord Yan, what's the matter?" Pei Yuantang ran over with an air of incense.

Yan Cijing stretched his eyebrows and said, "It's okay, do you want to go?"

Pei Yuantang apologized, "Can you wait for me a little longer, my lord? I want to go to the lottery. How about you go with me too, my lord?"

The hall should be cooler and more comfortable than the outside, Yan Cijing nodded.

He didn't quite believe this, but since he followed, he followed Pei Yuantang's example and shook it twice, threw out two sticks, and before he reached out to pick them up, the monk guarding him picked them up for him.

The monk lowered his eyes and said respectfully, "The almsman will release the lottery, please come with me."

Yan Cijing thought it was troublesome and wanted to refuse, but Pei Yuantang who was beside him took a closer look, and the two glowing red people signed the lottery, startled, he pushed and coaxed Yan Cijing out.

"Master Yan, go with the monk quickly! Listen to what the master has to say, is there any solution? It will make me feel at ease."

Yan Cijing couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to agree, and followed the monk to the back of the hall.

At the back of the hall, the two floors of bells and drums were separated, and a deep corridor in the middle led to nowhere. Yan Cijing followed silently. At the end of the corridor, it was replaced by a cobblestone path in the dense forest. At this time, there was no one in sight.

The breeze blew through the forest, the branches rustled and swayed, and it was even more difficult to see what was hidden in the dense forest. Yan Cijing's brows became more and more wrinkled.

The monk didn't hear the footsteps, but turned around to find the guest standing there with a serious expression on his face, and asked quickly, "Is there something wrong?"

Yan Cijing shook his head first, then stretched out his hand hesitantly, pointing to a banana forest in the east: "Then..."

"Behind that... is there a pond of lotus planted?"

The monk nodded and said yes, and asked: "This place is close to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. Unless the monks in the temple lead the way, ordinary pilgrims can't get here. Isn't this your first time?"

Yan Cijing didn't speak, he was at a loss.

The monk continued to lead the way without asking any further questions. Yan Cijing entered the Sutra Pavilion full of doubts, but the monk didn't even step in and closed the door before leaving.

The Sutra Pavilion was very quiet, Yan Cijing could hear his own footsteps every step he took.

The wall of the pavilion is full of Buddha statues from all walks of life, only the center is left. A futon is placed on the ground, and the master, as the monks call it, sits on it.

Yan Cijing didn't want his voice to echo in the slightly deserted hall, but he still called the national teacher.

The master hadn't moved since he came in, and he slowly opened his eyes until Yan Cijing stood in front of him and called out to him.

The clear and deep black pupils are like mirrors with no temperature on both sides, and no one has the slightest emotion to see.

It's hard for the master to sit on a high place without making people feel a sense of distance, but it's not the arrogance of a superior, it's more like an ethereal spirit who has been away from the world for a long time, but his voice is not ethereal at all, but very deep:

"You and I have met."

Yan Cijing answered truthfully: "I saw him in the palace on Qianyuan Festival."

This answer didn't seem to be what the national teacher wanted. He sat cross-legged quietly, and the string of seven jeweled beads in his hand didn't move, only a faint scent of sandalwood was quietly exuding.

"come over."

Yan Cijing did as he did, walked forward in two steps, and put the lottery in Jing Che's outstretched hand, but he was wrong, what Jing Che wanted was not the two lottery sticks, but him.

Jing Che took his hand and led him two steps forward, so close that Yan Cijing could see the top of his head, which was disrespectful, so Yan Cijing had to kneel down on the futon in front of him.

In this way, Yan Cijing could only look up at him.

"I know you came here, but you didn't really seek solutions."

None of the people offering incense in the colored glaze hall was a devout believer, and the Buddhist scripture pavilion was filled with bronze statues of immortals. Yan Cijing didn't dare to make mistakes here, and he didn't dare to really nod his head in response, so he had to kneel down in Ansheng.

Fortunately, it was not the first time for Jing Che to meet a non-religious person. The young man in front of him was quite obedient. He nodded and said, "If you come here this time, I will definitely not tell you to return empty-handed."

Yan Cijing: "Please teach me the teacher."

Jing Che didn't hesitate at all: "You may be in danger of your life if you leave Beijing this time."

Yan Cijing was still kneeling: "Yes."

Jing Che thought that he didn't know what the fear of life meant, so he kindly gave him time to react, but who knew that after he said yes, there was no movement, as if he had already prepared it.

Jing Che said again: "So, do you still want to go?"

"Yes."

The last question was superfluous, Jing Che let him go, and when the shadow in the blue shirt disappeared into the bamboo forest, Jing Che said in a low voice:

"Fortune comes with misfortune..."

These words are comforting, but people have gone far away, these words are intended to persuade people to be open-minded, but Jing Che himself was stunned for a long time, and the temperatureless black pupil finally moved.

Yan Cijing walked away, stepped on the stone steps again, and looked back, the Sutra Pavilion was quietly hidden behind the dense forest, he still remembered what the teacher said, and the two signs in his hand were repeated pay close attention.

"Boom-thump-"

The sound of the drum tower hitting the bell resounded across the mountain, hitting Yan Cijing's waist hard, as if urging him to move forward.

The road ahead is dangerous and unpredictable, but who can really force him to go forward except himself?

The author says:

The first volume is finished, thank you for your company!The Jiangling dungeon is about to open, I would like to call the Jiangling dungeon a love dungeon, the main line of revenge is still there.The relationship between language and strictness will gradually become clear in Jiangling, sweetness can be sweet, abuse can be abused, look forward to it! !