He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

In the middle of the bluestone slabs in Wuyi Lane, a gray road was stepped on, and a lot of dry moss climbed at right angles to the wall.The simple and vigorous bricks and tiles isolate the rustling movement in the yard, and the orchid and jade trees protruding from the wall are dazzling under the golden sunlight.And hidden in the invisible wall, its roots have long since rotted into the color of black jade.

"Could it be possible that Your Majesty is blind and deaf?! He listened and believed, and shut up Da Sima. This is not bullying..." Xie Yan paused, and swallowed the words "weak man" - that person is It's not that Mr. Lang is still waiting to say, but "weakness" definitely won't fit He Xichen's head—so he knelt beside Xie Wei and begged with resentment, "Auntie, you need to save Da Sima!"

Xie Wei placed a paulownia Fuxi-style Yaoqin in front of his coiled knees. With a flick of his fingers, the sound of the song was pine and ancient, and the sound of Lingling qin poured out.After the music gradually dissipated, she said calmly: "The important event of the government and the public has spread like wildfire, and it has spread all over the city. It seems that others will not know. Who does Qilang think is behind the scenes?"

Xie Yan couldn't help being taken aback.

"How can Wang Lingfu have such a great ability to make His Majesty listen to and believe? She deliberately wants to be blind and deaf. Even if I crash into the court, it will not help. Go to the street and find some sharp-talking people, and give Liang to death. Yinlou sings praises, and if you continue to complain about grievances to death, you will be helping her. If you still have the ability, we will hold a literary meeting and let the famous people write essays and poems to speak up for justice. This is more effective than anything else." Xie Wei did not rush, Although there are a few fine lines at the end of the peach blossom eyes, it is more elegant.

"Auntie means—" Xie Yan suddenly understood, bit his lips and thought for a while, then replied, "I'll go to the Yang family's 29th Lang. She has always admired Da Sima, and she will definitely be willing to come forward with me to prepare this matter."

She vaguely guessed the thoughts of the person on the throne and the direction of this public opinion war, but these were not important.The important thing is that she couldn't let He Xichen be alone.Xie Yan made up his mind, and ran out of the yard vigorously without getting up, the jade pendant on his clothes jingled.

Xie Wei shook his head helplessly, and it took a long time before he chuckled, and said to himself: "Liang Yinlou, it seems that we will come out on top in this round. It's a pity that your majesty is narrow-minded. Drag you into the muddy water, so that you will not live in peace." She raised a smile that was sure to win, and her fingers hooked up the strings, and the two notes of "Gong Shang" bounced out, "Now outside, it's chaos!"

Bird Clothes Lane is the most chaotic place.

Wang Ling was appointed by Wei Jie as the censor, to investigate Da Sima's collusion with the enemy and treason.When she came out from the back door, she saw Yu Miao waiting outside the door with a haggard face, her eyes were bloodshot, staring at her tightly.

"You go down first." Wang Ling turned his face away, and repelled the coachman and servants, leaving only her and Yu Miao confronting each other in the alley.

The lanterns hanging on the eaves were blown by the wind and turned around a few times.

"Spiritual talisman," Yu Miao said hoarsely, "Is the rumor in Luoyang City true or false?...I don't believe anyone, I only believe what you say."

Wang Ling was wearing a vermilion official uniform and a lacquered sarong crown on his head. His eyes were indifferent, and his hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists unconsciously: "God Deer, Daozi is just confined at home and will be fine." She avoided talking about it. Because of the reason, Yu Miao's heart suddenly became half cold.

The Nine-Rank System Reform was originally in line with Wei Jie's wishes.She couldn't just sit back and watch the reformers dominate, but she couldn't let He Xichen die for the time being.It was also at this time that Wei Jie received Wang Ling's surrender, so she casually revealed some thoughts of making trouble.

In order to get rid of the restraint of the family, Wang Ling lingered all night, faced difficulties, and resolutely became a gun in Wei Jie's hand, shooting wherever he pointed.On the contrary, she has also grasped the tail of power. As for whether she can rise to the top in the future, it depends on her own ability and good luck.

"In a few days, I will close the case, and Daozi will still be Daozi." Wang Ling solemnly promised, "I will not harm Daozi, let alone kill her. At most, I will tarnish her reputation... Daozi Never caring about fame."

The charge of "collaboration with the enemy" cannot be pinned on the head of the hard-working Da Sima, but it only needs to make the self-proclaimed scholars suspicious.

Yu Miao felt dizzy in an instant, and the scene in front of her was instantly distorted into grotesque, hideous and terrifying lines.

"The name of a scholar is more important than Mount Tai! She doesn't care, others care, and future generations care!" She grabbed Wang Ling's wrist forcefully, and shouted angrily, "Don't you know that people in the world are the best at chasing after wind and making things out of nothing? Dao Zi Yuanqing Yujie, how can you bear this stigma that has been stinking for thousands of years! Spirit talisman, how do you let Daozi deal with himself?"

Wang Ling's hand trembled: "Who dares to make irresponsible remarks, I will cut off her tongue!"

"No no! I'm going to beat Dengwengu! Daozi was wronged, I have to save her!" Yu Miao is an elm-headed person who doesn't know court and human feelings. must also come forward.

But Wang Ling grabbed her by the shoulders and said in a cold voice, "It's useless! I have ordered Jinwu to stay there and not let anyone get close to the Dengwen drum."

Yu Miao was stunned immediately, and turned her head in disbelief.She suddenly understood that the Taoist riding the donkey had passed away, and the stranger in front of her eyes was the majestic Wang's daughter, Yu Shicheng's tomb.

Grief overwhelmed her heart, and she backed away again and again, like Yan Shuang mournfully: "Spiritual talisman! She is a Taoist! We—we made an appointment to travel all over the beautiful mountains and rivers, and we said we were going to hoe flowers and farm! You fell from the sky, Daozi and I will reach out to pick you up even if we step on the fire!"

"Deer God..." Wang Ling couldn't help being moved, but he restrained himself for a moment, like a stone statue neither happy nor sad.

Yu Miao laughed coldly, but couldn't help bursting into tears, and suddenly tore her long sleeves with both hands: "My Yu Miao cut off the righteousness with Wang Lingfu today, and we will never see each other again! Swim in the Phoenix Pond!"

The shadows of the trees in Bird Clothes Lane were reflected on Yu Miao who staggered away.Her hair was disheveled, she was half crying and half laughing, and she looked like a madman, and all walkers shunned her.On the way, he ran into one place with the students who were returning home singing and holding the qin and flute, but they turned a blind eye.

"Mr. Yu? Mr. Yu, are you okay?"

Not so good I'm afraid.Wang Ling stood still, seeing the group of students helping Yu Miao walk through the alley, he pursed his bloodless thin lips and smiled.She summoned the coachman, boarded the carriage as if nothing had happened, closed her eyes and meditated.

The horsewhip broke through the air, and the wheels of the cart started to spin.After Wang Ling calmed down his turbulent thoughts, he opened his eyes, and suddenly saw two black and white owl chess falling in the corner of the carriage—it was exactly when the three of them met by chance five years ago while studying, she touched He Xichen's Liubo chessboard. To this day, it has not been returned.

Wang Ling's heart moved, and he leaned over to pick up the chess pieces. The carriage happened to run over the stone steps and bumped violently.She slammed into her forehead and made a loud bang, causing the servants outside the car to ask in surprise, "Is there something wrong, sir?"

In the end, Wang Ling held the two chess pieces tightly in his hands, icy and cold, without the warmth of the warm spring day in her memory.She sat upright with a rigorous posture and an indifferent expression, but her face was full of tears.

"nothing."

The ancient and obsolete owl chess was thrown out of the car window and buried in the mud.

***

Contrary to Niaoyi Lane, Yehu Lane is the most peaceful place.There was a circle of expressionless imperial guards around Da Sima's mansion, and the chill atmosphere was incompatible with the cozy atmosphere in the mansion's gate.Under the eaves, Liang Min was killing all directions on the chessboard, and Liang Sha was repeatedly defeated. He couldn't help but turned to He Xichen and yelled pitifully, "Patriarch, you asked Saburo to let me!" Not light or heavy: "Quiet."

There is a pot of tall and straight white ink on the porch, and the two vats of red lotus in the courtyard are full of Han, standing upright on the green lotus leaves, reflecting the eyes of the sandalwood leaves holding the pipa.Rancheng waited quietly to grind aside, while He Xichen picked up the brush and wrote running script on the ruler paper, with a serious and meticulous appearance, as if he was writing an article about governing the country and the world.

In fact, it is not the case, it is full of names of dishes - fresh goat milk crisps, cannonball meat, jumping balls, fried fish stew; Dong Yi——The crisp and bright sound of the pipa wiped away the turbulent world, he suddenly raised his eyes, and happened to meet Tan Shiye's eyes peeking at him.

Tan Shiye's rhythm was completely chaotic in an instant, and he lowered his eyelids in embarrassment.

Four days ago, on the seventh day of the seventh month, he was carried out of the Golden Palace by He Xichen in the astonishment of all the audience and in full view of everyone.When he came back to his senses, He Xichen was already leaning back in the carriage, grinning and kneading his shoulders: "Oh, it's been a long time since I tried hard."

The four corners of the carriage were studded with luminous pearls, shining on the golden sandalwood and leaf decorations, it looked graceful and luxurious, like a prince of a foreign race.Mr. Guigui curled up in a corner at a loss, his demeanor was completely different from his demeanor.

The soft and warm coat skimmed through the dull air, and covered Tan Shiye with his head covered. He Xichen sat on the furthest corner of the diagonal with his knees bent: "I was really rude to involve you in the drama just now. When the limelight passes, I'll wait for you next time." Let me take you home."

Tan Shiye was silent for a long time before saying in a muffled voice, "Shenshen Court is not my home."

"Even if you want to go back, I won't." He Xichen lowered his brows and smiled slightly, his expression was lazy, his face was as delicate as jade under the pearly light, "I still want to wrong Tan Lang to live in my house for a few days, I'm afraid those who have ulterior motives It will be against you."

Tan Shiye couldn't help holding his breath, and slowly raised his head: "...You, you know that I am the bait sent by someone with ulterior motives, why don't you push me away?"

"If you ask me to drink, I will drink. If you want to live, I will save you. Why are there so many?" There are always many things hidden in strange places in this carriage.He Xichen pushed open the interlayer of the bottom plate, and there was a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus honey inside, "You are the wings of a butterfly, and you can move your whole body with a single stroke. If I don't follow, you probably won't be able to drink this bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus honey."

Hearing this, Tan Shiye felt that the pipa bones on his back felt a little numb, as if a pair of wings really wanted to break through the flesh and stretch out.

"I don't understand." He seldom talked to people, and he didn't know what to say, but in front of He Xichen, he seemed to have thousands of questions, "Someone bought me out of the court ten days ago, let me Get close to you at the wedding feast or I'll die.

"I... I'm ugly, you can't like me. I don't understand the meaning behind this behavior."

He Xichen didn't understand either, this young gentleman was innocent and straightforward, obviously not a material for seduction, a normal fox should not be so stupid, dare to send people to him without even conquering people's hearts.So He Xichen guessed that the sandalwood leaf was just a stone asking for directions, and it wasn't even included in the game, it was just a dispensable icing on the cake.

For the time being, he didn't know how much ripples this little pebble would cause, at least when those green eyes looked at him, they were full of painful calls for help. ——Then save it!If the storm created by this butterfly falsely claiming to be Zhu Yingtai can shake the balance that Wei, He, and Xie have always tacitly maintained, it can only be said that one of them wants to make people miserable and miserable.

But at present, none of these three people is an idiot.

Thinking of this, He Xichen smiled casually, and just happened to divide the sweet-scented osmanthus honey into three bowls, put one bowl out of the half-covered door, and handed it to Rancheng who was driving, and pushed the other bowl in front of Tan Shiye: "I see Tan Lang is at most seventeen or eighteen years old, younger than my Ah Min. Don’t think too much about it, children, just let the adults handle it.” I don’t know how he could tell Tan Shiye’s age through the veil.

"Well, I'm 23 years old."

It happened to be one year older than He Xichen.

He widened his eyes slightly, nodded calmly, took a sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus honey, thought it was too sweet, so he put it by his hand and didn't touch it again.Rancheng outside the car involuntarily curled the corner of his mouth, and glanced at his palm—when He Xichen brought her sweet-scented osmanthus honey, he made three horizontal strokes on her palm.

That was their code word.One horizontal line is "withdraw", two horizontal lines are "concealment", and the third horizontal line is "investigation". Find out which insect is on the spider web of the sandalwood leaf.

It's just that He Xichen didn't expect that it would be Wang Ling who was found out.She didn't even hide it very deeply, she seemed to be waiting for him to check.

"You are absolutely determined not to leave any room for yourself." He Xichen clutched the handkerchief Wang Ling gave him, and sat in the courtyard overnight, his hair covered with frost and dew, as if he didn't realize it.At dawn, he picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Xie Wei.

The letter said that this game can be taken advantage of the situation and left to the little emperor's calculations. In this way, the hypocritical little emperor will definitely not play haha ​​and muddle along, and just take down the matter of rectifying the tyranny that was stalemate before.

After he handed the letter to Burning City, he was in a daze and became seriously ill for three days.Three days later, he went to court, was impeached by Wang Ling, and was imprisoned at the gate of the mansion.Thinking about it now, it's still the same as watching a play.He Xichen is a spectator outside the stage and a powerful minister in the play.Everyone thought it was a scene of "discord between generals and prime ministers", a scene where no one knew about it, and no one cared about it.

"Patriarch, the ink has fainted." Ran Cheng said suddenly.

He Xichen quickly picked up the tip of the pen, smiled and continued to write indiscriminately.

It is written about the names of those friends who have been separated in time, either because of life and death, or because of reincarnation, or because of power, or because of love...Wen Zhanhe, Lu Shuang, Lu Ziyuan, Shi Jianchen, Dongting, Yatou, Tier, Nai Ji, young master... He dipped in the ink and wrote Wang Ling's name at the end.

As soon as this matter happened, He Xichen couldn't meet Yu Miao, otherwise he would make her suffer from suspicion.He let out a long sigh, raised and lowered the pen in his hand.

"Daozi! Don't be afraid! I believe in you!"

He Xichen blinked in a daze, and suddenly threw the brush in his hand onto the paper as if he had been electrocuted.

I rely on!I rely on...he only had this sentence in his mind, and he heard the people outside the door continue to shout: "Daozi! My friend! I believe in you!"

Holding the Guqin borrowed from a student, Yu Miao walked firmly to the gate of Da Sima's Mansion.The imperial guards raised their long guns vigilantly, and stabbed the fearless mad scholar with the cold light of the spear tip.She just sneered fearlessly, sat on the ground, ignoring the spear points around her that were only a foot away, tuned the strings, and plucked the strings suddenly.

The mountains are majestic, the water is ocean, and a leisurely and free song "Questions and Answers for Fishermen and Woodcutters" is agitated by the mood and the sound of the piano is rough.

He Xichen blinked his eyes, thinking in his heart, who the hell can stand up to risking his life to be with a gentleman?Immediately, he burst into laughter, shook his sleeves, and shouted: "Rancheng, bring my flute!" The two did not speak, and separated by a high wall that was difficult to cross, the qin and flute were in perfect harmony.

Many pedestrians gradually gathered at the entrance of the alley, and Yu Miao didn't panic. After finishing the song, she picked up the guqin and shouted: "Liang Yinlou! I'm leaving!" The crowd couldn't help but be intimidated by her awe-inspiring momentum, and gave way one after another.

He Xichen was relieved for a moment, and laughed happily, then turned his head to the dazed Tan Shiye and asked with a smile, "How about playing "High Mountain and Flowing Water" again?"

***

Seven days later, Da Sima lifted the ban and returned to the ruling and opposition parties.

In September, the nine-rank system was officially abolished.

November, heavy snow, Hugh Mu.He Xichen sent a basket of fashionable pastries to Wei Jing in the palace. Just as she was about to leave, she opened the door and chased after him: "I heard that Da Sima had an accident during those days, and I copied Buddhist scriptures for He Lang all day long. I just couldn't wait." I have not seen you with my own eyes, so I have delayed until now."

Wei Jing stuffed the "Shurangama Sutra", "Avatamsaka Sutra" and "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" into his arms, and before he could speak, he went back to the palace through the back door.

When Rancheng, who had transferred the guards, came back, he saw He Xichen looked surprised, and looked at the Buddhist scriptures in his hand with a smile: "She knows that I am Da Sima, but she is still willing to make friends with me..."

There was heavy snow falling from the sky, and the iron trees were frozen into silver flowers one after another. Only the red umbrellas held by the two of them were the only color in the ice and snow.There is no one to say goodbye in the long pavilion, which is a good place to avoid snow.Sitting at the stone table, He Xichen was slowly flipping through the Buddhist scriptures, when he suddenly saw another man with an umbrella appear in the snowy sky.

The umbrella bearer who came from afar paused for a moment, then stepped into the pavilion calmly, waved the snow off the umbrella, lowered his eyes and called, "Da Sima."

"Yu Shicheng." He Xichen also returned the gift calmly.

One stands and the other sits, one enjoys the thin snow on the tree shadow, and the other reads the beautiful lower script of Buddhist scriptures.

This seemingly endless snow finally stopped slowly.Wang Ling watched He Xichen's back gradually go away indifferently, and seemed to hear a word in the cold air in a trance.

He said goodbye.