summer day, winter night

At dawn, the sky broke through the clouds, and a golden beam with the most primitive brilliance passed through the heavy dust, and was firmly nailed to the center of the hall, nailed to the whole body of Su Wuzhan, nailing his heart with unbearable anxiety.

It was the voice of Doctor Yu Shi. When he first came to the capital, he praised his poems with a smile, but now his voice turned into a sad voice, like the muffled sound of a bell in October, "Your Majesty clearly learned, The qiu is a dragon, but in this poem it is said that "the qiu is tired and the grass is decaying", and there are words such as "new progress" and "prosperity". Just like what Cui Shangshu said just now, it is really fooling the court and arrogance. Your Majesty promotes water conservancy, then He said, "If the East China Sea has a clear idea, it should be taught to reprimand the bittern to change the mulberry fields." His Majesty would like to ban salt, so he said, "Is it because you have heard the Shao and forgotten the taste, and you come to eat without salt in March"..."

All the courtiers in the palace started whispering and buzzing, Su Wuxi clenched his fists in his sleeves, trying his best to suppress the raging anger in his chest, it was really ridiculous, extremely ridiculous!Literati compose poems and scholars compile books, so why not explain more than one word?With such a rote approach, who in the world does not mistreat the country, who does not disdain the monarch!

However, the continuous sound of echoes made most of the courtiers talk nonsense, so what could he, Su Wuxie, be capable of!

"Your Majesty," he kowtowed heavily, and with a thump, everyone couldn't help but stop talking, and looked at the people in the hall, "Writing poems and lyrics, expressive expressions, and a word is always easy to explain. I dare not feel disrespectful. I just said it." The words and sentences are all written with real-time feelings, how can there be any hidden meaning and hidden heart of disobedience, I hope Your Majesty will see clearly!"

But after the sound fell for a long time, the hall was still silent, the officials were waiting for the man on the dragon seat to speak, and that man... Su Wuzhe raised his head, this body was succumbed to the court and suffered from the poetry and rhyme, only Once you can get a word from the Holy One, you will die without regret, but...

Half a moment passed, the sun slowly shifted its position, and the gradually softening light cut the heart and lungs like thinner and thinner silk threads.

There was no sound in the hall, only my panicked breathing rang in my ears, cold sweat dripped from my forehead, and the sapphire bricks under my body were cold to the bone.

Seeing this, the doctor censor yelled coldly, "The evidence is convincing, how can you make excuses and plead guilty quickly."

"Lord Yushi," the words came out lightly and deftly, without any abruptness. The bass was melodious, like a quiet voice in the valley, like a beautiful bright moon, and even more like a harp playing casually. At this moment, he took a light step forward, and taught The always arrogant Yushi restrained his expression and lowered his head.

"Why are you so aggressive, right and wrong, how can it be so simple to argue clearly? In my opinion, this ridiculous quarrel, just let it go."

The censor raised his eyes and hurriedly staggered away. He didn't dare to refute, so he had to keep silent and wait for the Holy Majesty to make a decision.

The person sitting on the dragon seat finally moved. He stood up slowly, his brow stretched out impatiently, and the majestic voice sounded deep and deep, resounding through the hall: "King Cang is truly my heart. Censor, Su Wuzhen's poems , I still have a few articles on my case, if Aiqing still wants to study, can I give it to you?"

The censor was stunned, and hurriedly knelt down in the next moment: "Chen, how dare I bother with your majesty's reward, the collection of books at home is enough for me to study, minister, minister..."

The emperor flicked his sleeves, turned around and left, but the eunuch standing on guard didn't change his face, and said "Back to the court" without making a bend in the middle of a long cry.

On the side of the main hall, Yu Shi fell to the ground, and after a while, he got up tremblingly.

After the court, Su Wuxi followed the flow of people out of the hall, still felt that his feet were soft and could not be stepped on, his mood was uncertain, and the only thing that was unusually calm was his complexion.

Raising his head, he saw King Cang wearing a silver python shirt from a distance, surrounded by ministers who were usually arrogant, but at this moment were cautious and groveling.Immediately, his footsteps stopped, and the thought of wanting to go forward to thank him just now dissipated in an instant. Facing the crime he wanted to commit, and looking at the faces of these people, there was only endless coldness flowing in his heart, which was so cold to the bone .

This coldness, set off his passion for serving the country for more than ten years.

Breathing in tremblingly, he turned around amidst the dull heartbeat in his chest, looked up at the most majestic and magnificent building in the nine-layered palace, and waited for the shining glass cornices in the sun, accompanied by his original pure blood in memory, washing The resentment that almost gushes out.

When he came back to his senses again, he could only hear his gentle breathing in the silence.

"Su Wuxi." The distant voice was brought slowly by the wind.

He turned back.

With vermilion walls and blue tiles, and carved dragon palace bridge, King Cang stood there alone, and it seemed that this empty Xionghong suddenly became full of spirits.

He cupped his hands, with a long-lasting shock in his heart, "My next official, Su Wuzhan, pay homage to His Royal Highness Cang Wang."

Sunshine, the dazzling gold has not faded away, this gold falls on the world, still retains the coldness engraved in the bones, and at this moment, in Su Wuzhen's world, the silver python shirt not far away is like a big hand caressing the heart , quietly softening the gold in his eyes and heart.

King Cang slowly raised the corners of his lips, his smile was elegant and gentle, like a well-cultivated nobleman, with a soft and luxurious look.

But on the contrary, the exit was straightforward and decisive: "This king has long heard of Su's reputation as a great talent. I don't know if I can write a poem after looking at this glazed flying tile for half an hour."

Su Wuxi bowed his hands, just because of this demeanor, he was full of respect.He replied: "Return to Your Highness, no."

"This king thought that the poems of the great talent Su could really turn the world upside down, causing people in the world to look coldly at His Majesty's new policies, but he didn't want to. It actually made the great talent Su stumble."

"Inside the imperial palace, the glazed flying tiles are not pretty either."

King Cang's tone was gentle, and there was even a sense of tranquility and serenity hidden in it, as if what was being said was a trivial matter that couldn't be more ordinary.

After finishing speaking, he even nodded to Su Wuxi as a signal, and then slowly left with the waiter waiting behind him.

Su Wuxi was taken aback for a moment, and then with some helplessness, he cupped his hands for the third time against King Cang's back.

When the sun reached the center of the dome, the sun shone on the sparkling water, and the glazed wine glass dangled in the distance. Su Wuyan leaned on the bamboo and sang, and his low voice echoed in the small courtyard, elegant and elegant.

The water can barely be called a stream, and the bamboo occupies half of the courtyard, so it can barely be called a bamboo forest.The only pity is that this water is not running water, there is water in the glass, but it is not flowing water.

Su Wuzhan stretched out his lowered hand, held the jug, and poured it with his head up. Some wine snaked along the corners of his mouth to the white skirt. He just wiped the corners of his mouth, and ignored the rest.

There is still a bit of green left on the carving knife not far behind. Looking up, there are a few lines of handwriting on the nearby bamboo, swaying freely.

Dukang's present is a good time.

Su Wuzhan casually threw down the empty jug in his hand, got up, picked up the carving knife, stood in front of the bamboo closest to him, and slowly scraped off the piece of bamboo skin on which the words were engraved.

The servant who was just a shot away saw his movement from afar, and bowed his head and stepped forward: "Young master, be careful not to hurt your hand, why don't you leave it to the younger one."

Su Wuxi's subordinates didn't pause, "No, there are always some things, you have to experience it yourself."

In the courtyard that can barely be called quiet, the marks on the bamboo are like scars, which are very dazzling.

The next day, Su Wuxi woke up a few minutes earlier than usual, and when he was fully dressed, he walked to the palace gate, and the sky was only twilight.

Just as he was about to enter the palace gate, a spear suddenly appeared in front of him.

He looked at the guard.

The imperial guard bowed his head slightly to him, and spoke sonorously: "My lord, I have an order that you don't have to enter the palace in the next few days."

Su Wuxi tightly grasped the dental plaque with his hand, "I don't know why?"

"I don't know, my lord, please forgive me."

Not far away, courtiers came one after another, either by car or on horseback.Su Wuxie's dental plaque in the palm of his hand dropped as his hand became weak. He glanced back, then held his breath, and moved a few steps to the side.

The guard also put away his spear.

The brilliance of the whole world seemed to be gradually blurring, Su Wuxi didn't want to bow his head, so he stood in an awkward and even humiliating position, watching the officials enter the palace gate one by one.I don't know how long it has passed, the door is cold again, and he is still imprisoned firmly in an official uniform.