There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi had sharp ears and eyes, and he heard every word of these words.

I couldn't help but feel upset.

He was just traveling, how did it turn into elopement?

He frowned and said disdainfully: "You are deaf, I am talking about traveling!"

Third Master Cui snorted, "Who are you kidding? You and your good senior brother were so affectionate in public at the palace banquet yesterday. Everyone saw it with their own eyes. Even if you deny it, there's no way to undo it."

Wen Yuxi: “..........”

On how rumors are formed.

This shouldn't be the case. He's a decent drinker, so how could he be misunderstood like this?

Yesterday he only remembered that after sword dancing, he returned to his seat and kept drinking, and he had no recollection of what happened after that.

His face turned red and he hesitated, "What...what did I do?"

Third Master Cui came close to him and whispered, "You threw yourself into your senior brother's arms, touched his face, and said he smelled good... Ugh, why are you covering me?"

"Okay, stop talking!"

Wen Yuxi's face turned red when he heard what he said. She quickly covered his mouth, fearing that she would say anything shocking again.

Third Master Cui sneered, "Just now you said it was a rumor. Why are you so shy? Isn't this just admitting it yourself?"

Wen Yuxi angrily picked up the cake on the table and stuffed it into his mouth: "Brother Cui must be hungry, otherwise why would he be so talkative."

It has been a long time since Mr. Cui San has seen him so angry and embarrassed.

He quickly stood up and dodged, but he kept talking: "Your senior brother finally carried you out sideways. Look at you, you can't drink but you have to show off."

Uh, was it really that embarrassing yesterday?

Wen Yuxi covered his face with his hands in frustration. He really didn't know that he had such a bad drinking habit.

"Okay, it's not a big deal. It's just a homosexual relationship. I don't mind you as a brother."

Wen Yuxi rolled his eyes.

Mr. Cui San returned to his seat and raised his eyebrows at him: "Brother Wen, I have another piece of news for you."

Seeing his treacherous look, Wen Yuxi was a little afraid to listen.

He looked around and saw that no one was around, so he lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty wants to marry Prince Ye as queen, but the ministers are strongly opposed to it. Now, several old stubborn people have been thrown into prison."

Wen Yuxi's eyes flashed. He didn't expect that the little emperor had such strong execution ability.

It was finalized last night and announced at the morning court today.

"So what do your father and your brother think?"

The Third Master Cui snorted coldly, "Who knows what's wrong with the old man this time? He didn't even raise any objections. I even wanted to visit him in prison. I have no objection to my brother's words. Besides, what does the emperor's marriage have to do with these ministers? They are really meddling in other people's affairs. They have nothing to do with it."

Wen Yuxi agreed with his words very much.

What counts in governing a country is performance, not concubines in the harem.

Those ministers wanted the emperor to get married and have children as soon as possible, just to take sides in advance and consolidate their own power.

As the saying goes, a new emperor appoints new ministers.

The young emperor might want to take this opportunity to eliminate dissidents and force these ministers to make a choice.

Those who follow others will prosper, and those who go against others will perish.

Mr. Cui San didn't see the shocked expression on Wen Yuxi's face, and he felt a little frustrated.

"Why aren't you surprised?"

Wen Yuxi patted his shoulder and sighed, "Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, the court is in need of talents. I believe that His Majesty will grant him an imperial examination soon. What are your plans?"

The Third Master Cui was stunned when he heard this: "How could you say such a thing? You've already traveled the world, why are you still worrying about the affairs of the court?"

"I'm wondering what your plans are for the future. Marriage and having children? With the court in turmoil, can your father and brothers protect you forever?"

"Let's take one step at a time."

Mr. Cui San's good mood was instantly shattered.

"Brother Wen, you're about to leave. Is it necessary to make things difficult for me before you leave?"

Wen Yuxi shook his head and said helplessly: "Forget it, why am I telling you all this? With your intelligence, how could you not know it?"

"By the way, extend your hand."

Mr. Cui raised his eyebrows and asked, "What for? Are you going to have an affair?"

Wen Yuxi glared at him: "Hurry up."

Mr. Cui San stretched out his hand obediently.

Wen Yuxi placed her finger on his pulse and checked, but there was nothing unusual about him.

He closed his eyes and took a look inside his body. It was just a normal person's body.

It's strange, why did I lose that memory then?

Wen Yuxi calmed himself down and channeled a stream of spiritual energy into his body along his palms and arms.

When the spiritual power entered the blood vessels in his brain, it suddenly stagnated and could not move forward at all.

Wen Yuxi gritted his teeth and tried to use brute force to break through that meridian.

Suddenly, Mr. Cui San squatted down with his head in his hands.

The veins on his forehead bulged, he closed his eyes tightly, and his face was full of struggle and pain.

"It hurts, Brother Wen, my head hurts, you...you hurry up."

Mr. Cui San's lips were trembling, his face was pale, and beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead.

Spiritual energy will not stagnate for no reason, unless one's meridians are congenitally blocked or someone has placed a restriction on one later in life.

Wen Yuxi didn't dare to try again, and then sent a healing spell into his mind.

Mr. Cui San immediately recovered.

He sat dejectedly on the ground, breathing heavily, like a destitute scholar.

After a while, he recovered and asked calmly, "Brother Wen, did you find anything wrong with my body just now?"

Wen Yuxi was stunned. If that meant he knew there was something wrong with his body, why didn't he seek treatment?

"I consulted the imperial physician, and he said there was nothing wrong with me, but I..."

He rubbed his face sadly and didn't want to say anything more.

He slowly raised his head and saw the worry in Wen Yuxi's eyes.

He managed to pull himself together and smiled, "Brother Wen, don't worry. The imperial physician said it's fine, so it must be fine."

"You should feel like you've lost a memory."

Mr. Cui nodded and said seriously, "Yes, I just started to feel strange about it recently."

"Do you remember that two months ago I climbed over the wall of the mansion and ran into you? Actually, I've seen you in Shenglong Mountain, but you don't remember anything."

"I remember what you said. At that time, I thought you mistook someone else for me."

"I won't admit my mistake. It was you on Shenglong Mountain. I don't know how you lost this memory, nor do I know if that person is a friend or foe, but we need to find out who is behind this as soon as possible."

"Uh, thank you, Brother Wen."

Wen Yuxi helped him to his seat and said with a cold face, "Wait here. I'll call my senior brother to come and take a look at you."

Mr. Cui San touched his chin.

It looks like he has a terminal illness.

He thought about it carefully for a moment, and suddenly felt that amnesia was not something that an ordinary person could do.

And only a specific memory was lost.

Could it be that there are ghosts in this world?

No, no, Confucius does not speak of strange things.

Let’s listen to what Brother Wen says later.