To The Land of Nevernight

The two walked out of the study room, only to see a heavy snowfall falling silently outside the house.

In the pitch-black night sky, thick and pure white snowflakes fell gently on the ground, and a thin layer of color had already accumulated.Ji Zhaosi prepared this house for Wang Qin with great care. It is rare to have such a house in Youzhou with the characteristics of a Jiangnan water town. There is actually a pond in the garden of this mansion, with layers of rockery and trees.

Tang Shen and Wang Qin walked side by side in the corridor, Tang Shen stretched out his hand and grabbed a snowflake.

"It's strange to say that there was a heavy snowfall in Shengjing the day before the seventh day of the first lunar month, and another heavy snowfall the day after that, just like today. It happened to be that night, the moonlight was clear and there was no trace. Snow." Tang Shen thought for a while, and said, "The night after Shan Ting was beheaded, it actually snowed."

Wang Qin's voice was clear: "Do you believe in ghosts and gods?"

Tang Shen raised his head abruptly and looked at his senior brother.The two looked at each other for a moment, Tang Shen said, "I don't believe it."

Of course he didn't believe it, and he also knew that Wang Qin didn't believe it either.

If he had believed it, Wang Qin would not have "released" the tortoise and the rabbit for him during Tang Shen's provincial examination, in order to advise Tang Shen not to seek the protection of the heavens, but to rely on himself.

Wang Qin: "The little brother thinks, does the sage believe it?"

Tang Shen was speechless for a moment.

Does Zhao Fu believe in ghosts and gods?

Ask any citizen of the Great Song Dynasty casually about this, and I am afraid they will answer: I believe it, and I firmly believe it!

Zhao Fudao has been a believer for more than 20 years, and every one of the Qintian Supervisors is a Taoist priest with a strong nose.Dengxiantai and Xuji Tower, which one was not built by Zhao Fu for the purpose of seeking Taoism and cultivating immortals?Zhao Fu not only believed in faith, but also believed in Buddhism.Even if the demon monk was good at listening, Zhao Fu would often hold a string of Buddhist beads and fiddle with them gently when he went to court.

But Tang Shen pondered for a long time, and he said, "Maybe I don't believe it." His tone was suspicious and unsteady, with a hint of speculation.

Wang Qin laughed softly, grabbed Tang Shen's hand, and held it very smoothly: "Maybe?"

Looking at his eyes, Tang Shen was encouraged and said, "I don't believe it!"

Wang Qin: "Lord Li is an interesting person."

Tang Shen thought for a while before he realized that the Master Li that Wang Qin was talking about was Li Xiaoren, the supervisor of Qin Tianjian.

"When I first met him more than ten years ago, Mr. Li had just become the supervisor of the Qintian Supervisor, and it was a time of anxiety. But at that time, I was only a fifth-rank official."

Tang Shen: "Fifth grade living man?"

Wang Qin nodded with a smile.

Tang Shen: "..."

What a fifth-rank petty official!

Wang Qin: "Look at the way you look at me, do you want me to kiss you?"

Tang Shen immediately averted his gaze.

However, Wang Qin still leaned forward, kissed Tang Shen's fine eyelashes lightly, and then continued: "Since last year, Mr. Li often came to me and told me about the pain of being oppressed by that good listener. Why don't you understand, it's just that I, Wang Zifeng, speak lightly and don't have any face in front of the emperor, even if I talk dry, the emperor probably won't even look at me."

Tang Shen: "..."

"Jing Ze, that look in your eyes...haha, come back." When Wang Qin said the first half of the sentence, he was about to kiss again. Seeing that Tang Shen was about to leave without looking back, he took his hand and smiled. He pulls back.

Tang Shen was speechless: You, Wang Zifeng, are soft-spoken?Can you still show some face!

Wang Qin: "Do you think I'm lying to you? Alas, you misunderstood me again. I'm speaking sincerely, and I really can't help you! Otherwise, I have known Mr. Li for many years, and with my eagerness to help others, Can you help him?" Without giving Tang Shen another chance to roll his eyes, Wang Qin quickly continued: "Uncle said he didn't understand what happened, and he couldn't understand the current emperor, but in fact, how could I? I understand. From the beginning to the end, I only said one word to my uncle and junior brother, don’t doubt the current sage. If you don’t understand him, don’t doubt him. There are very few people in this world who can plot against him! "

There are very few people who can plot against Zhao Fu, so there are still some?

Tang Shen originally wanted to ask Wang Qin, who do you think can plot against Zhao Fu.But no matter how you look at it, it's a proposition. Tang Shen pondered in his own heart, thinking that Wang Qin must think he can do it himself, so... plus Ji Xiang?

Instead of asking, Tang Shen looked at Wang Qin: "Brother don't understand?"

Wang Qin: "I don't understand."

"Really?"

"It's true."

Only then did Tang Shen believe him.

In fact, it is true if you think about it. If you say that Zhao Fu acted in the past, there are still some rules to follow.This first lunar palace change is really unexpected.People all over the world thought that the demon monk was a disaster for the country, and the leftist was deceived, which almost caused a big mistake.But these high-ranking officials and the emperor's confidantes knew that the truth of the matter was very different, and there was almost no similarity!

Is it a mistake to listen?

How did the emperor wake up at a critical moment when he was in a coma for several days?

But Zhao Fu has only three sons in total.As the emperor of Song Dynasty, why did he plot against his three sons and trap them like this.After the palace change, the three princes left Shengjing non-stop, almost fleeing in despair.All three of them were frightened to the point of rats stepping on their tails. They were somewhat aware of the truth in a trance, and each of them was overwhelmed by their own powerful father.

A father who calculated his son so much, what could he do for it?

Beauty, money, and power?

None of these Zhao Fu were missing.

What can he do?

Qiangu Danqing, famous behind him?

Could it be that if he killed his own son, he would be able to leave his name in history?

Tang Shen said with emotion: "Actually, I told my husband a long time ago that I would rather be a scholar for generations than grandchildren."

Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, how can it be so easy to be a powerful minister and high-ranking official!

Wang Qin showed a look of surprise: "Little brother, did you ever think about not being an official? Hey, when did you say this to your husband, why have I never heard him say that?"

"...you know which gentleman I'm talking about."

"Isn't it Fu Wei Fu Xiru, our husband? There are others?"

"..."

"Wang Zifeng, you know what to ask!"

Wang Qin laughed, and hugged him into his arms: "It's a snowy night and it's cold, how about going back to the house?"

Only then did Tang Shen realize that he had been taken by Wang Zifeng to the bedroom without knowing it.Wang Qin pushed open the door and creaked.Tang Shen was stunned for a moment, and when he remembered what the other party meant, he was hugged and sat on the side of the bed.

Wang Qin's hand gently untied his belt, Tang Shen looked at his handsome and stretched eyebrows, was fascinated for a moment, subconsciously raised his head and kissed him.Wang Qin's body froze, Tang Shen's kiss wasn't superficial, but it didn't last long.But after he kissed, the corners of Wang Qin's mouth curled up, and he covered up and kissed the lips that he had missed for months.

The bedpost shook slightly and made a faint sound.

When the snow stopped, the shaking of the bed also stopped.Wang Qin put on his coat and went to add some charcoal to the brazier.Tang Shen was lying on the side of the bed, stretching his neck curiously to watch him add fire to the charcoal basin.When Wang Qin turned his head, he saw the handsome young man with half of his body exposed outside the bed, the quilt was only covered to the waist, revealing a large snow-white back.

But this person was still staring at him with a pair of moist black eyes without blinking.

Wang Zifeng's eyes became hot, his throat tightened, and he quickly said "indulging in wine and sex is not what a gentleman does", and then he walked over quickly, took Tang Shen's hand and turned him over again.

On the second day, the two got up separately.As Tang Shen tied his belt, he thought: "Before I came, I went to Mr.'s house to visit Mr. He told me that if the book is repaired, he will have no regrets."

Wang Qin paused while dressing.

With a long sigh, Wang Qin said, "Mr.'s hometown is not in Shengjing, and I don't know if it's too late to go back and visit again."

This time Wang Qin guessed right. In the 32nd year of Kaiping, on February [-]th, the Imperial Academy completed a book "Wen Xun Jing Ji".This book took Fu Wei more than three years of hard work. When he was young, Fu Wei liked to participate in literati poetry meetings and read these literati poetry collections.Now that he had the honor to finish "Wen Xun Jing Ji", he was in a good mood, and was so excited that he couldn't sleep for two nights.

But after the excitement was over, Fu Wei felt powerless for a while.

A copy of "Wen Xun Jing Ji" almost exhausted all his energy, and Fu Wei finally realized that he was no longer the young man of 40 or [-] years, and he did not have endless energy.He is old, he really can't stay in the court any longer.At this time, Fu Wei remembered that when his favorite student Wang Qin left Beijing last year, he visited him specially and gave him a painting.

Fu Wei went to the study room, opened the painting, and saw that it was a piece of extremely elegant landscape.The ink color is dense and the painting technique is wonderful. Wang Qin's paintings have always been casual and elegant, just like his calligraphy, which is extremely handsome.However, when Fu Wei looked at the painting, what he saw was the white-haired old man riding a donkey in the mountains.

After a long time, Fu Wei laughed loudly: "You know everything!"

The next day, Fu Wei handed over the zhezi to the palace, resigned from office to the emperor, and returned home.

A few years ago, Fu Wei resigned as an official. At that time, Zhao Fu tried his best to persuade him to stay, so Fu Wei changed from a left minister to a imperial court.This time Fu Wei resigned from office again, Zhao Fu still persuaded him to stay, but Fu Wei said: "I am old. I finished the "Wen Xun Jing Ji" a few days ago. I have never seen them one by one. Your Majesty, I am really old."

Zhao Fu let out a long sigh, and finally didn't hold back: "Xi Ru, I miss you so much!"

Fu Wei: "I also miss Your Majesty!" When he said this, Fu Wei's eyes were moist, and he actually shed a tear.

After leaving the Chuigong Hall, Fu Wei wiped his eyes and looked at the imprisoned sky above the palace.The past flashed before my eyes, I saw that when he was young, the Four Confucians in the world were famous and handed down from generation to generation. He liked to paint and have fun, and he called himself the master of Diao Chong Zhai. Zhong Taisheng was completely convinced.

When the first emperor died and Zhao Fu succeeded to the throne, the sun and the moon changed again.

Above the officialdom, there are ups and downs, more than 30 years of not knowing the future and feeling lonely!

Now, he is really old.Walking is no longer so brisk, and the body is no longer so strong.But when Fu Wei walked out of the palace, every step felt extremely relaxed.The farther he walked to the back, the faster he walked. When he took the step out of the palace, Fu Wei looked up to the sky and smiled. He said to the book boy, "Go back to the mansion!"

Wen Shutong didn't know why, so Fu Wei said again: "Let's go, go back to Changzhou, go back to the place we should have gone long ago!"

Changzhou is the hometown of Fu Xiru.

The author has something to say: My old king: Indulging in wine and sex is not what a gentleman does, but I am not a gentleman!

Little Tang Lang: …………… You go!