Chapter 307 You Don’t Have Much Time Left (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month)
But the "vicious" young man came up with an even more vicious suggestion and actually invited him to find a teahouse to sit down and chat.
"No need, I have something else to do." Master Chu refused mercilessly: "If you have anything to say, just say it here."
Even though he was rejected, Wei Shuyi kept smiling and said "yes". He tried to ask, "It's not a big deal, but I've heard a lot about the late crown prince's deeds recently, and I admire him and am curious... So I want to ask you, what kind of person is the late crown prince?"
Master Chu's eyelids twitched and he said, "Oh," "She's not that good."
Faced with such a perfunctory answer, Wei Shuyi remained silent, and then listened to Master Chu add: "That's it."
After saying this, without waiting for Wei Shuyi to ask any more questions, he waved his hand impatiently and walked towards the official sedan chair: "Since there is nothing important, I will leave first."
Wei Shuyi, who gained nothing, could only raise his hand and bow to see him off.
As he watched the old Tutor's sedan go away, Wei Shuyi's eyes showed doubt. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Tutor Chu treated him with some disdain.
Of course, as a human being, it was normal for him to be disliked by the old master, because the master hated stupidity, and those who were disliked by him were stupid or mediocre in his eyes... But if you ask yourself, he is at least a well-known smart person, right? Wei Shuyi was puzzled and didn't know when he had offended this old immortal.
"The Wei family is so cunning..."
In the sedan chair, Master Chu frowned.
These eight hundred cunning people had previously plotted to get him into the Ministry of Rites. Now, could it be that there is another person who is well-versed in yin and yang and wants to plot against his students?
What kind of person is his student?
Is there any need to ask? His students are the best in the world except for one flaw! The old master relaxed his brows, picked up his health tea, took a sip, and felt refreshed.
Wei Shuyi left the six ministries and also returned home in an official sedan chair.
The official sedan stopped outside the gate of Duke Zheng's mansion. Changji followed beside her husband. When passing a fork in the road, Changji subconsciously walked towards the Buddhist temple, but saw that her husband chose another road.
Changji was stunned for a moment. It was strange that the first thing the young master did when he returned home today was not to burn incense? Was the faith that the young master had built up recently shattered?
Wei Shuyi returned to his residence, changed out of his official uniform, and locked himself in the study, looking through the records about the deeds of the late Crown Prince that he had secretly collected over the past few days.
He had people screen them carefully, and most of the things sent to him were verified and credible.
Among them was a volume that recorded the many military achievements of the former crown prince. Wei Shuyi flipped through the pages one by one, feeling that it was thick and magnificent.
He saw a blurry face in this heaviness and splendor, and that face gradually overlapped with Chang Suining's appearance.
Putting down the yellowed book, Wei Shuyi looked at the rolled-up portrait beside him with mixed feelings.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally chose to unfold the painting and face the appearance of that person as he really existed in this world.
The painting shows a young crown prince, wearing a prince's robe, with a sword at his waist, with cold brows and delicate features.
He turned out to be a very handsome young man.
And... he actually has some feminine features? Yes, it is said that the late Crown Prince and Princess Chongyue are twins, so it is normal for the late Crown Prince to have some androgynous beauty.
Looking at the young man with extraordinary aura in the painting, Wei Shuyi's mind was confused for a moment. Is this... the person he accidentally fell in love with?
He knew that it would be difficult for him to fall in love with that person, and this time he fell in love with her out of carelessness. However, he never imagined that the extent of this "carelessness" would be so "irreparable".
The more he looked at the person in the painting, the more confused Minister Wei felt. He felt as if he had drunk a pot of strong liquor, which burned his internal organs. He let out a long breath, picked up the folding fan beside the desk, stood up and left the study to get some fresh air.
He tried to distract himself by strolling in the courtyard. He went to see the flowers, but the image of her sitting alone in the pavilion when she came to the mansion to attend the flower show that day flashed before his eyes.
He quickly looked away and walked to the edge of the pond, but then he thought of the scene where she fell into the pond drunk and scared all the koi fish away.
He could only avoid them all and looked into the distance. He saw a crescent moon that had just risen above the treetops coming into his sight. He actually felt that the moon was very much like "her".
It's really crazy.
Wei Shuyi closed his eyes, tapped his forehead twice with his folding fan, and began to pace back and forth in circles.
Changji, who was standing not far away, was confused when he saw this - why did his husband look like he had eaten rat poison?
Wei Shuyi thought about some official business, but it didn't help. He also thought about his sister's stupid things, but it didn't help. Finally, he suddenly found a savior - Cui Lingan.
Cui Ling'an was in such a miserable state that once he thought of it, his chaotic mind could be saved from the dire straits and he could be freed from it.
Now all the sons of the aristocratic families were stabbing Cui Jing in the back, and some even wrote poems to mock and criticize him. Those officials and colleagues who had been at odds with Cui Jing in the past were also secretly gloating over his misfortune.
This time, Cui Jing had "merits" to the court, but "faults" in terms of patriarchal ethics and human relations. As for the former, the sage will reward him, but as for the latter, it remains to be seen how Cui will respond in the end.
"The world is so big, but no one knows Cui Ling'an's good intentions." Wei Shuyi sighed vaguely, and then thankfully said, "Fortunately, I know him."
Looking back further, this unrecognized confidant and friend of Cui Ling'an felt that he had never been understood in his entire life.
However, Cui Ling'an does not need to be understood. His path has always been chosen by himself. Choosing to take this path shows that he is only loyal to his own heart, not the worldly perspective.
People in this world all have their own stances that confuse right and wrong, and each is blinded by their own interests. It seems that whether or not you are understood by them is really not that important.
But he thought, no matter how brave and lonely Cui Ling'an, who was full of rebelliousness, must be concerned about that person's gaze——
Speaking of which, the matter of the Zheng family in Xingyang...was it really as simple as "she" just praying for a blessing?
The calm look on Wei Shuyi's face disappeared. All his previous efforts were wasted. In the midst of chaos and confusion, he pressed his hand between his eyebrows.
Changji, who couldn't bear to watch, came over and made a practical suggestion: "My dear, please forgive me for being so nosy. If you are really uneasy, you should go and burn some incense."
I heard that people who are used to burning incense will feel uncomfortable all over if they don't do so for one day.
Wei Shuyi: "...Alright."
…
Deep in Yishanfang lies Yu Zeng’s residence outside the palace.
At this moment, a man in his thirties came back from outside, a little drunk, humming a little tune, and followed by a servant holding a lantern.
As soon as he entered the mansion, he was informed by a servant, and was a little surprised: "Brother is back?"
He hurried to Yu Zeng's yard and walked towards the old woman with white hair in the corridor. The woman was his mother. The brocade and jade made her look noble.
After hearing what the woman said, the man was even more surprised: "Brother is brewing wine himself?"
Brother, you haven’t brewed wine for many years.
He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Who are you brewing wine for, brother?"
My brother seldom drinks.
As he was about to go in to take a look, his mother stopped him and scolded him in a low voice, "Why are you going in? You stink of alcohol and you're ruining the aroma of your brother's wine."
man:"……"
They are both wine, but his wine smells bad, while his brother’s wine smells good!
But he did not feel that his mother was partial to his brother. On the contrary, he felt that his mother was afraid of his brother, which could be seen from their daily interactions.
The man couldn't help but sigh: "Mom, we are all family, why are you always so afraid of your brother..."
The woman glared at him: "I'm not afraid..."
"Yes, yes, you are not afraid, you just feel guilty towards your brother." The man sighed, "You are afraid because of guilt. You always feel that your brother blames you in his heart because of what happened back then, right?"
The woman pursed her lips slightly but did not deny it.
"I've told you so many times, but you just can't let it go...After we separated, if it weren't for my elder brother entering the palace, my family and I would have starved to death. If my elder brother hated you, why would he have brought us to the capital to enjoy a good life?"
He was still young when he was separated from his brother and didn't remember anything. He only heard about what happened from his mother.
But his brother had never treated his mother or him badly over the years, and he was able to start a family and build a career all thanks to his brother.
"Okay, don't mention this anymore. You went out to drink after your shift... Your brother likes cleanliness the most. You smelling of alcohol will only annoy him. Go back now."
"Brother finally came back from the palace, and I haven't even said hello to him yet!"
The woman didn't care about anything and pushed her second son away.
Yu Zeng came out of the wine room only after silence returned outside.
The eunuch who followed him closed the door of the wine room and told two servants to guard it and not to leave or allow anyone to enter without permission.
Yu Gong brewed this wine at the instruction of the sage, and there must be no mistakes.
After Yu Zeng left here, he went to the study and turned the mechanism next to the bookshelf. The bookshelf slowly opened from both sides, revealing a small dark room.
There was a tablet in the dark room, covered with a black cloth that had not been uncovered.
Yu Zeng lit the green incense as usual, slowly inserted it into the incense burner, bowed deeply, and after a long time, he stood up.
He quietly watched as the green incense burned out, then he slowly opened his mouth and said softly, "I don't know why, but that child...is acting a little bit like you now."
The tablet covered with black cloth would not answer him.
Looking at the quiet black cloth, he felt somewhat self-deception and cowardice.
Because he was timid, he never dared to uncover the cloth or face the tablet directly for more than ten years.
He is not worthy to serve His Highness, let alone say these words.
So he remained silent as usual, and waited until the incense burned out, then he closed the mechanism and walked out of the study.
When he looked up, he saw clouds brushing past the crescent moon in the night sky, and it was quiet and peaceful.
At the same moment, inside Dayun Temple, Wu Jue was also looking up at the sky.
"The Luohe Wenxing has not been destroyed, and this disaster has been eliminated..." Wu Jue stood on the observatory and watched for a long time. He weighed the sleeves of his wide monk's robe, walked down the observatory with light steps, and said to himself happily: "Very good, very good, maybe I can live a little longer."
"Master Abbot." A monk came over and saluted him with his hands clasped together: "Master Tianjing is here and wants to meet you."
“Heavenly Mirror?” Wu Jue frowned and whispered, “Why is this old fellow here… He is a Taoist priest, and he came to my Buddhist land. Isn’t he afraid of getting into trouble?”
The monk chanted Buddha's name in his heart, pretending not to hear it.
Since the person has come, he naturally cannot avoid him, so Wu Jue simply asked someone to bring Tianjing here.
Seeing the old Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, holding a whisk, and walking towards him, Wu Jue sneered inwardly - it was hateful that this appearance had mesmerized His Highness! When he spoke, his tone was not friendly: "I wonder what has troubled the Imperial Master to come here in person?"
Master Tianjing did not answer directly, but looked up at the sky and said slowly: "The Luohe Wenxing had signs of destruction and extinction, but now it has not been destroyed, it is just scattered and dim..."
Wu Jue's heart was beating fast, and he cursed "old bastard" in his heart, but pretended to be surprised on the surface: "Really? There is such a thing?"
National Master Tianjing stroked his beard and smiled.
"The one who has the opportunity to disturb and change this fate is not an ordinary person." There was an unknown smile on the Taoist's wrinkled face, "Even worse, he is not from this world."
Wu Jue was on guard and glanced at him sideways.
Master Tianjing turned his head and looked over. His mysterious eyes seemed to see through everything: "The saint is very perceptive and has known everything for a long time."
Wu Jue deliberately looked doubtful.
Master Tianjing continued, "To be more specific, you have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor by concealing this matter."
Wu Jue no longer had any hope in his heart, and returned to his original nature of being a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. He flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and smiled, "In this case, just punish me!"
National Master Tianjing shook his head.
"Your Majesty has no intention of punishing you."
The monks had already left. Tian Jing looked towards the Heavenly Maiden Tower and said, "Your Majesty has no intention of punishing anyone. That is the person Your Majesty is looking forward to seeing."
Wu Jue raised his eyebrows in understanding.
Got it? This was to let him act as a lobbyist and convey the saint's kindness and goodwill? After Tian Jing brought the message, he said nothing more, but just quietly watched the ever-changing dome stars.
Wu Jue said a few perfunctory words, unwilling to stay with him any longer, and said casually: "...Master Imperial Master, please take your time. I am tired, so I will go back to rest first."
He had just taken two steps when he heard the voice of Tian Jing behind him: "Now that this formation is complete, you don't have much time left."
Wu Jue paused.
"Is there a solution to this?" Tianjing's eyes showed a look of sympathy. "If there is, I am willing to lend you a helping hand."
He didn't know why Wu Jue didn't get along with him, but as a genius who was fortunate enough to be enlightened in this way, he had no hostility towards Wu Jue.
"I appreciate it. I still have a tough life." Wu walked away without caring.
Tianjing shook his head slightly behind him.
…
The next day, Minister Zhan of the Ministry of Revenue, as the imperial envoy for disaster relief, left the capital with his twelve babies.
In Xingningfang, in the residence of the General of the Cavalry, in a small courtyard, Qiao Yumian sat under the porch, identifying herbs by their smell: "This is Angelica dahurica, the root is used as medicine, it can cure diseases, remove dampness, invigorate blood circulation and regenerate muscles..."
After she said that, she waited for a moment, and when she didn't hear Doctor Sun's voice, she reached out and picked up the next herb.
Doctor Sun was a man who could not speak easily. If she answered correctly, he would silently agree. If she answered incorrectly, he would cough lightly in embarrassment.
Doctor Sun sat aside, looking at the talented girl, and seemed a little dazed from time to time.
Yes, he accepted a disciple.
He actually accepted a disciple. Before this, he never dared to imagine how thrilling this would be and how much worse his life would be than death.
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