Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

The Dou Xue Yahui is a grand gathering of scholars and writers who talk about the light, the wind and the moon, and the literati.The person who shines at the Dou Xue Ya Meeting will definitely become a man of influence in the six countries, and will be wooed and relied on by the monarchs of the six countries.Just talking about this prospect will attract capable people from all over the world.

Today is the first day of the opening of the Dou Xueya Club.He stood in the room where the light and shadow intersected and stretched out his hand, waiting for Yun Song to fasten the fox fur for him and put on the gauze hat that covered the frost, then he opened the door and prepared to step over the threshold.

"Prime Minister." Yun Song was walking beside him, and suddenly saw the person who came to the private courtyard, kneeling on the ground suddenly, terrified.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and saw the father he should have respected as before.

Fu Shuye stood outside the door, brushed off the folds of his court clothes, and frowned, "Fu Liang, your new injury hasn't healed yet. Where are you going when the wind and snow are blowing?"

Fu Shuye looked up at him, his brows were erected.

"Father, today is the first day of Dou Xueya's meeting." He stood on his side, as if he wanted to invite his father to enter the door, but in the end, he just stopped with his feet to the side, leaving a large space, and raised his head to meet the front of him. The people looked at each other without giving in.

Seeing this situation, Yun Song suddenly felt bad.

Fu Shuye's unsmiling face tightened, and he didn't argue with him. Instead, he swept across Yun Song who was prostrate on the ground like a secret, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the pre-prepared guards.

"Fu Liang, you don't need to go to Dou Xue Yahui. You go to Yuwu City immediately, don't ask why, and leave immediately." Fu Shuye said suddenly, his eyes were too dull and cold.

Hearing this, he nodded in shock.At this time, the mansion guard outside the door handed over the bags and food boxes that he ordered to prepare earlier to Yun Song who stood up. Yun Song grabbed his robe sleeves, shook his head, and signaled him not to contradict the prime minister.

"Father, you..." When he said this, he glanced at the nervous Yun Song from the corner of his eye, and lowered his hands in confusion.

Before the words fell, Fu Shuye slightly restrained his expression.Seeing this, Yun Song suddenly stuffed the luggage in his arms into his hands, "My lord, let's go quickly. Later, there will be delays on the road."

Although Yun Song didn't know why the prime minister suddenly let the young master leave, it was good to have the opportunity to leave the smoky Weihe City.As long as he can leave here, the young master will be able to get rid of those so-called shackles and climb back to the clouds.

Yun Song concealed the worries and worries in his eyes, and raised his face to look at him.He was silent for a moment, stunned, but still pushed away his luggage, unwilling to leave Weihe City sadly in such a way.

"Yun Song, this is a matter between me and my lord father. You just step aside and don't need to intervene." He was determined to ask what happened, and even a dark fire was burning in his heart. reason.

Yun Song's throat was choked by these words, and he secretly squeezed the luggage back in his arms.

Uncle Fu's face turned pale, and when he saw his attitude, he said sternly: "Fu Liang, did the saint ever teach you to disobey your father's words? Without the order to return to the city, you have no right to return to Weihe City."

Fu Shuye shook his sleeves and frowned, as if he knew that he would never leave Weihe easily, so he raised his hand again, tied him up with two or three strong guards, and dragged him into the carriage prepared in advance in the backyard middle.

Yun Song followed behind with his luggage and food box in his arms.Before he could catch his breath, Yun Song was stopped by the guards, behind him was the uncertain prime minister.

Fu Shuye stood behind Yun Song, and said calmly, "You don't have to follow."

Fu Shuye looked straight at the servant whose back was turned to him, Yun Song closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again, and it was replaced by a dignified and unfamiliar face.

Yun Song turned around and stood behind Fu Shuye, Fu Shuye still frowned deeply, and soon, a guard came over and snatched the luggage and food box from Yun Song's hand.

"Fuliang, you have nothing to do with the Fu clan anymore. In the name of the patriarch of the Fu clan, I would like to remove you from the Fu clan and send you to Yuwu. , or talk about political affairs without any achievements, it has nothing to do with the Fu Clan."

Fu Shuye looked over Yun Song to the carriage. At this moment, Fu Wei put the bags and food boxes into the carriage, and then sat outside the curtain door of the carriage, gesticulating to urge the horse with a whip.

Fu Shuye stared at the carriage coldly, slamming every word, utterly heartless and righteous.

Hearing this, Fu Liang stared at the mansion guard who was about to drive the horse outside, the thick cloth was roughly blocking his mouth, and he couldn't even move his whole body.He closed his eyes, and his trembling shoulders made him stare unceasingly, but no one could disobey the prime minister's order, even if he was once the son of the prime minister's mansion.

Yes, he was only the only son of the former prime minister.Now, he has been expelled from the house by his father, and he can no longer be named as the Fu clan.

Father...why exactly...

What the hell am I doing wrong.

Leaning his back against the cold car wall, he smiled meaninglessly, and half of his shoulders collapsed.It's a pity that no one can see his despondency and heartache.

The carriage drove forward abruptly.

Fu Shuye turned his back, looked at the corridor and stone path in the backyard with sharp eyes, took a step, and wiped away the reluctance and guilt hidden in his heart.

Fu Shuye stood alone in the Xiaofeng Pavilion. A few days ago, the six-jointed bamboo whip in his hand seriously injured him, and also shattered the only remaining father-son friendship between them.

"Fuliang, all things are forewarned to stand, and not forewarned can be destroyed. If you still want to keep the roots of my Fu clan, stay away from Weihe, the farther you go, the better."

Fu Liang.

Fuwangzhi...

Fu Shuye turned around and looked at the axle marks of the carriage in the snow as he passed the backyard, until the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

Yun Song stood behind Fu Shuye.

"You're from the palace, right?" Uncle Fu Ye's expression remained stern, "It's been decades, and I don't know the truth about you."

Fu Shuye walked in front of Yun Song and looked up and down at the servant who had been taken in by the Prime Minister's mansion since he was a child. He thought this servant was a lost lamb, but he never wanted to be more ungrateful than a wild wolf.

"Prime Minister, what are you talking about?" Yun Song looked into Uncle Fu Ye's eyes in astonishment, and there was an endless dark tide in his eyes, "Did you forget, Yun Song is Yun Song?" This was taken in by the Prime Minister Yun Song is a servant who has been enslaved. This servant is just a little fool who has been serving the son since he was a child.A fool can only watch, only listen, will not resist, and will not instigate the son to do things that should be avoided.

Yun Song tremblingly defended the young master, this incident was the only reason that made Fu Shuye feel relieved.His child was originally a gentleman facing the wind in the jade tree, with a bright future, how could he be burdened by him and forced by the faint king of Ji Kingdom?

Fu Shuye put his hands behind his back and concentrated, "Yun Song, go back to where you should go. Enter the palace and do what you want to do. As for the follow-up, someone will help you escape."

As soon as the words fell, the corner of Yun Song's mouth curled up into a childish smile, and traces of death flashed in his clear eyes.

The guards escorted the carriage all the way to the south, flying in the dust——

"My lord, we will arrive at Yuwu City in three miles."

The carriage evaded the officers and soldiers who were interrogating the city gate through the secret passage, and drove fast along the way, and finally arrived at the outskirts of Yuwu City at noon the next day.

In the carriage, Fu Liang knew that it would be hard for him to control himself when he arrived at Yuwu, he frowned and struggled with the rope, and found that the rope on his arm was a little loose, so he continued to fumble for the knot, and with a backhand pull, he untied the shackles all over his body.

He tore off the cloth in his mouth, unexpectedly the cloth was written by his father.

"There is a difference between Wei and Wei, let's leave quickly."

He immediately opened his mouth and called out "Father" in a hoarse voice, but he couldn't stop his trembling hands.

"Bang!" He pushed down the food box on the low table.

The mansion guard straddling the horse outside heard the movement and did not dare to hesitate, immediately lowered the horse's head and opened the curtain that was soaked in frost and snow, "Young master, do you have an order..."

Before he uttered the next word, Fu Wei received a slap from him, and then he ruthlessly kicked him off the carriage.

"No, the young master has escaped, chase after him!" Fuwei abandoned the carriage, turned his horse's head, reined in his horse and chased him back.

However, as long as there is wind and snow cover, it is not easy to find people against the wind; what's more, the people in the carriage did not leave the carriage at all, but hid under the carriage.

After about half a stick of incense, he listened to the ground and heard the sound of horseshoes completely disappearing. Just now, he climbed out from under the car. The fox fur white robe was covered with dust and snow, the crown of hair was crooked, and a few strands of black hair hung down in front of his temples, highlighting his embarrassment.

He gently brushed off the dirty black snow flakes from his shoulders and cuffs, and looked back at the somewhat glaring carriage, which could no longer be used and had to be discarded.He straightened his coat and hat, sighed, and thought: It seems that he can only walk back by himself.

He raised his eyes and looked at the way he had come, even if he was willing to leave, Wei He of Fengyun Jihui would not be able to wait for him.

He walked up the official road, holding his breath, listening to the muffled sound of the wheels pressing against the frost, and soon, he stopped a carriage with a round top and black rosary beads hanging from its four corners.

People whose horseshoes were blocked kept them four feet away, and when someone reined in the horse, the rosary beads hitting the wall of the car jingled and rang——

"Sir, someone is blocking the way." Seeing that the person blocking the way was a well-dressed young gentleman, the coachman stopped the carriage instead of yelling at him to get out of the way.

There was no movement in the carriage.

He stood in the middle of the carriage and bowed his hands in apology, "I hope you will forgive me for disturbing Mr. Fuliang. I need to rush to Weihe to deal with important matters. Please give me a ride."

The man outside the carriage bowed and said, every sentence was reasonable and very respectful, making it impossible to pick out the slightest bit of rudeness.

The coachman shook his head in difficulty.

At this time, one hand raised the curtain, and the jade ring on the little finger tapped lightly on the window sill three times, "Young master, come up, the wind and snow are heavy, this is not a nuisance."

After finishing his sentence, the coachman immediately bowed to welcome him into the carriage. When the curtain was lifted, the refreshing scent of Su Hexiang was lingering in the carriage.

"My lord, please sit by the stove. There is hot tea here. Take a sip to warm your body." The voice beside her was deep and soft, like beads rolling on a jade plate.

He nodded when he heard the words, looked at the man beside him who was making tea and said: "Mr. has a heart, Fu Liang has disturbed Mr.'s peace."

He looked around, the elegant woodwork and picture carvings, together with the scroll on the owner's lap, he immediately saw the picture of a pure-hearted and kind-hearted gentleman leaning over his desk and holding a pen.

He quietly looked at the owner of the carriage, an extremely young gentleman, with a purple robe and a jade crown, plump and handsome, with a plume and feather whistle hanging around his waist, and a pair of purple black boots with silk screen patterns on his feet.

"Dare to ask Mr.'s name? Mr. is not a regular person. Going to Weihe to see Dou Xueya?"

He drank hot tea, which filled his stomach with a delicate fragrance, which was heart-wrenching.

The man raised the corners of his lips, "Master Fu is really smart. Since you know that I am not a gentleman, you must have guessed something from it."

The man revealed his identity and stared straight at Fu Wangzhi, the only son of the prime minister who was incompatible with the nobles of Ji Kingdom.

Fu Liang lowered his eyes, "Mr. did learn the tone of Ji Ren on purpose. However, Mr. Zhou Rao's right minister Xu Zhuang wrote the "Records of the Countries in the Clouds" written by Zhou Rao's right minister Xu Zhuang. Books related to politics are seldom passed on, how can there be any interest in studying them?"

"Sir, is Cang Lizi who wakes up first?" He took off his gauze cap and looked at the person in front of him with burning eyes.

Xingzhai spread all over the six countries, and there are many capable people and strange people; Canglizi, as the person in power, wears a feather whistle on his waist, often deals with the royal family, knows everything in the world, listens to the heavens, and accepts the opinions of the people. The fairy tale.However, there is no such thing as a fairy in this world, Canglizi's ghost is the bargaining chip that the six kingdoms are afraid to curry favor with.

Seeing his words, Cang Lizi joked with a smile, "My lord, don't look at me like that. Mr. Fu is so handsome, even a glimpse of him can mess with my mind. In Ji Kingdom, the prime minister's only son, Fu Wangzhi, has a good reputation. , who doesn't know, who doesn't know."

Cang Lizi joked.

Fu Liang narrowed his eyes, without the slightest hint of absurd praise or thanks, instead he frowned and said straightly: "It's just a skin. Mister used to go to Dou Xueya, would you like to take him back to the city next time?" He didn't ask the person in front of him to take him back home, He just wanted to confirm one thing in the city, and only after confirming that it was correct could he solve the doubts floating in his heart.And Yun Song... He still couldn't let him go.

However, he could not return to the prime minister's mansion for the time being.

Cang Lizi put down his cup, "That's natural. However, Young Master has to accompany me to the Dou Xue Yahui. Young Master doesn't need to do anything, just watch."

Cang Lizi sipped his cup of tea again as he spoke, an inexplicable deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

His gaze drifted over Canglizi's head, and he nodded for a long time.