Minister Gu Ming can't take care of himself

Xu Guanchen was lying on the table with a handkerchief on his head, holding a blue feather arrow in his mind.

The earliest blue feather arrows appeared in the hunting grounds and were used to assassinate Xiao Qi.

The second branch almost killed him on the way from Jinling to Yanbei.

Now it's the third one, it appeared near the He Mansion, it looks like it was used to assassinate Xiao Zhi.

He couldn't figure out if there was any relationship between these three arrows.

If it is owned by the same person, who is that person?

However, the most important thing now is that because of this arrow, Xiao Zhi became angry.

At that time Xiao Zhi said: "Maybe, your Seventh Highness Xiao Qi also has it."

Xu Guanchen was silent for a while, and said seriously: "No, His Highness the Seventh Highness probably wouldn't want to kill me, let alone attack myself..."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed Xiao Zhi's face was so gloomy that he could drip water.

Xiao Zhi didn't speak, but turned his head to critique the papers, and has been critique till now.The fine paper was flipped through by him, Xu Guanchen felt very guilty when he heard it.

He held the arrow in a daze, and the arrow feathers slashed across his cheek, causing him to hiss in pain.

Xu Guanchen threw away the blue feather arrow and touched the wound with his fingertips, bleeding.

Xiao Zhi scoffed: "Trash."

"Trash" Xu Guanchen was so useless, Xiao Zhi was so angry that he broke the pen in his hand.

Xiao Zhi glanced at him again, and said loudly: "Come here, go to General Pei's residence to ask for..."

"No need." Xu Guanchen wiped his face and got some blood on it, "It wasn't the arrowhead, it was the arrow feathers, so it shouldn't be poisoned."

So Xiao Zhi said it again: "Trash."

Xu Guanchen got up, ready to look for a bronze mirror.

Xiao Zhi said, "Come here, I'll take a look."

He used to call himself, Xu Guanchen didn't dare to pass, rubbed his face again, and passed.

"Actually, it shouldn't matter..."

Xiao Zhi didn't listen to him at all, and pinched his chin, making him lean back in fright.

Just now Xiao Zhi called for someone, and at this moment Eunuch Xiao Cheng just opened the door and came in.

Eunuch Xiao Cheng reacted quickly, and after seeing the situation in the room, he slowly retreated: "Your servant is interrupting you."

By the way, he also stopped Fei Yang who came to play with Brother Guan Chen, Eunuch Xiao Cheng explained to Fei Yang: "Brother Guan Chen is not free, Brother Guan Chen is playing with His Majesty."

At that time Xu Guanchen was lying flat on the ground, trapped between Xiao Zhi's arms, not daring to move.

This is probably... a wooden man's game.

Xu Guanchen finally plucked up his courage and was about to run away, but in the middle of the run, Xiao Zhi grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.

Xiao Zhi wiped off a little blood on his face with his hands, and asked him directly without hesitation: "You don't want to be filial for that old man, do you?"

"What old man?" Xu Guanchen pinched the flesh on the back of his hand angrily, "That's my teacher."

"Oh." Xiao Zhi didn't care at all, and asked again, "You won't have to keep a filial piety for three years for...your teacher, right?"

"You literally have..." Something wrong.

Xu Guanchen didn't dare to say this, covered his face, and turned away angrily.

Xiao Zhi grabbed his feet again and pulled him back.

"I'm sick." Xu Guanchen pushed him back, "I'm already like this, and you are still like this."

Only this, Xiao Zhi is still scrupulous.

Xiao Zhi took a deep breath, rubbed his head, and let him go.

Xu Guanchen ran away in a hurry and went back to meditate behind the screen.

That night, Xiao Zhi didn't even dare to hug him, and the two slept far away.

At last I couldn't hold it back, thinking that Xu Guanchen was asleep, and while calling softly "Taoist", he pulled his wrist, brought him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

Before he had time to do anything, Xiao Zhi raised his hand and saw his face was wet.

When it was over, the Taoist hid in the quilt and cried.

Xiao Zhi's six sense organs were immediately cleared up.

I'm afraid it's because of that old man again... No, it's the teacher.

He never comforts people, and sometimes he can't even speak well.Seeing Xu Guanchen crying, he didn't know what to say.

Xiao Zhi wiped his face, and awkwardly wiped his eyes with his sleeves, but finally could only hug him tighter and tighter.

Xiao Zhi kissed his cheek, but still spoke in a cold tone: "Don't cry, don't cry, Xiao Yuzhi loves you, Xiao Yuzhi loves you."

Xu Guanchen missed the teacher, grabbed his sleeve and cried for a while, his eyes were red from crying.In the end, he regained his composure, and found that Xiao Zhi's waist was about to be broken, and his breath was about to break.

Xiao Zhi has no other advantages, but his hands are strong, and when he hugs him, he can only hug him tighter and tighter.

Xu Guanchen personally asked the hexagrams, and set the day for He Jijiu's funeral to be the fourteenth day of the first lunar month.

He Jijiu's ancestral home was in Minzhou further south, and Xu Guanchen made the decision to bury his teacher in his hometown.

During the whole day on the [-]th day of the first lunar month, Xu Guanchen stayed in the He Mansion, personally arranging for the funeral. This was the last bit of filial piety he gave to his teacher.

In the evening of that day, Xu Guanchen offered three sticks of incense to He Jijiu in the evening, then turned and went to the He Family Ancestral Hall.

He didn't recognize the ancestors of the He family, but he recognized two of them among the pile of spirit tablets.

Xiao Qi and He Zhen.

One is the former Seventh Prince, because the royal family did not set up a coffin for him, He Jijiu, as his grandfather, bought one for him.

The other is the young master of He Mansion, the grandson of He Jijiu.

These two were extremely suave characters during their lifetimes.

The spiritual tablets of Xiao Qi and He Zhen were not placed together with other tablets, but a small case was set up for them.

Xu Guanchen stood in front of the memorial tablet for the two of them, and lit the two white candles in front of the spiritual tablet with a torch. Light up.

The candlelight was dim, shining on the black lacquer card, with the characters traced in gold powder.Xu Guanchen looked at it in a daze, not quite real.

He thought for a while, burned incense for the two of them, and then stood in front of them again.

"Tomorrow, the teacher will be in mourning, and I will take him back to his hometown for burial. I heard from the branch of the He Mansion that it is very quiet and there are Taoist temples. The gods will invite the teacher to teach them scriptures. The teacher should like it very much."

"I don't remember a lot of things, and I don't know if I can remember them later."

"But the teacher said, I didn't do anything wrong, so I have always... have a clear conscience."

"The concierge of He Mansion said, I haven't been to He Mansion much in the past three years."

"After the teacher's funeral is over, I still don't know what I owe the teacher. But I haven't been to He's house very much before, and I'm afraid I won't come often in the future."

"Whether it's a match between monarchs and ministers or friends, whether you want to stay in He's mansion, or follow me back to Dingguo's mansion to eat incense, it's up to you."

Xu Guanchen held the three copper coins pinned to his waist in the palm of his hand, and was about to do a fortune telling, but before he could throw out the copper coins, the white candle on the table flickered and went out.

Presumably the quality of the candles was not good. At this moment, the sky was dim and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

Xu Guanchen smiled, put away the copper coins that had not been thrown out, and said clearly, "I see."

He made a last bow, turned and left.

When he went out, Eunuch Xiao Cheng looked for him everywhere: "Grandpa, the carriage sent by the palace to pick him up is already waiting in front of the door."

Xu Guanchen didn't think too much, and looked at the sky: "There is still some time before the imperial confinement, I will go to the teacher's study for a while, and I will go out soon, you go first."

Eunuch Xiao Cheng hesitated to speak, but Xu Guanchen put his hands together and walked away.

He Jijiu's study room is still the same, it has not been cleaned for several days, and a thin layer of dust has fallen.

Xu Guanchen lit a candle and looked through all the books on the four walls as if on a tour.

There was still the "Southern China Classic" on the case. When Xu Guanchen left last time, he closed the book.

Now that he has calmed down, he turned the page again and saw He Jijiu's annotations in small characters on it, his nose was sore, and he almost shed tears again.

Holding the book in his hands, Xu Guanchen read it carefully for a while by candlelight, and suddenly remembered something——

Just now, Eunuch Xiaocheng said that the carriage sent by the palace to pick him up was waiting in front of the door.He suddenly remembered, was there still a person sitting in that carriage, maybe the carriage was waiting for him, but that person was actually waiting for him too?

Xu Guanchen suddenly realized that he was in a bad mood. He actually left Xiao Zhi outside for a long time, closed the book, and was about to drive him out, but before he could even take a step, he was hit by someone on the back of the neck and beat him hard. A stick.

He lost consciousness and fell limply to the ground.

And Xiao Zhi waited for him outside, when he wanted to throw the teacup: "Go and have a look again, tell him not to play."

Eunuch Xiao Cheng complied, and when he came back, his steps were in a hurry and his face was tense: "Your Majesty, the little eunuch is gone."

This time the teacup was really dropped, and regardless of any hidden arrows or hidden weapons, Xiao Zhi opened the curtain and jumped off the carriage, his eyes were darkened: "Surround He's house, search for it, dig three feet to find it. "

The finger-thick hemp rope was looped twice around Xu Guanchen's wrist, and the other end of the hemp rope was hung on the beam, hoisting Xu Guanchen up.

The back of his neck still hurt so badly that he was dizzy from the pain.

Xu Guanchen struggled to open his eyes, but there was darkness in front of him.

He shook his feet, but couldn't find a place to stay, he just swayed in the air, causing his arms to ache in vain.

The clothes on his body were changed, it was not the coarse cloth robe he wore when he came, but a very complicated brocade silk and satin, like Duke Ding's dress.

He yelled twice, but no one was seen, only the echo answered him.

I listened carefully to the sounds around me, but there were no other sounds.

This place should be some kind of remote place, or maybe it is underground, the winter is cold, and this place is even colder.

Xu Guanchen was hung like this for a while.

In the darkness, the flickering candlelight gradually approached.

Xu Guanchen pretended not to wake up, lowered his head and squinted his eyes, only seeing the hem of the man's clothes.

He also saw his changed clothes.

The clothes they both wore were the same, indeed beautiful silk and satin.The black is solemn and solemn, the cloud and water patterns are flowing and unique, the tassels are braided in red, and the accessories are hooked jade.

Xu Guanchen recognized this style, it was the clothes worn by Minister Gu Ming of this dynasty.

According to the consistent rules of this dynasty, the first emperor hand-picked a few ministers for the new emperor, regardless of age or seniority, only loyalty and talent.

Minister Gu Ming has a special position, worships the heavens, and the clothes made for them by Zhizaofu are also different.

The man lit two candles.

What the two white candles illuminated was the spiritual seat of His Highness the Seventh Prince Xiao Qi.