summer day, winter night

The next day.

Su Wuxie looked at the strange room he was in, his hangover mind was in a trance for a moment, and after a while, he remembered that this was the main room of Prince Cang's Mansion.

The maids in the outer room heard movement in the screen, several of them came in one by one, and waited for Su Wuxi to wash up.

As soon as Su Wuzhan tidied up, the next court king Cang came in. He untied the cloak and handed it to Cang Jia, and said to Su Wuzhan, "Do you have a headache? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare you a bowl of hangover soup?"

Su Wuxi was stunned for a moment, then stopped looking at the furnishings in the room, and asked, "Your Highness, this is your bedroom?"

Stopped walking, King Cang said: "There are more beds here, and it is convenient, so someone helped you here, but what's not satisfactory?"

At this time, Mr. Su was quite speechless, "Nothing, it's just that Yu Li didn't get along with each other." The first time he invited someone to the mansion, he arranged him in his dormitory.King Cang is like this, does it make him think more, or think less?

At this time, it was King Cang's turn to be speechless, and after thinking about it for a few times, he came up with a reason: "This king has fought in the battlefield for many years, and he doesn't pay much attention to the details. You don't need to care about it."

Su Wuzhen nodded, no longer thinking about it on the face, but when he returned to his home, sitting in the bamboo forest and holding the ancient slips in his hand, his mind was still full of events from this morning and even yesterday. look like.

He is as powerful as King Cang, but he treats him like this. He, Su Wuxi, aside from this low-rank official uniform, at most has the title of the number one talented person. The dead ant, King Cang was so kind, although he was honored and unwilling to let it down, he took it seriously, and the humble minister was terrified.

Staring at the ancient bamboo slips, he came back to his senses for a long time, only to realize that he didn't read a single word. He changed his posture and sat down, sighing leisurely, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

"My lord, you can use some of the new snacks in the kitchen."

The wind brought the boy's voice, he turned his head to see Liu Zang, and then nodded: "Put it here."

Liu Zang came forward, put the food plate on the stone platform beside Su Wuzhen, and said in a low voice: "The guards at the gate came to report, there are some commoners hanging around the gate, they look like censors."

Su Wuzhan nodded, his eyes never leaving the ancient slips, "Be careful these few days, don't let people take advantage of your loopholes, your master, I don't know when I will be able to return to the court."

Liu Zang took the order cautiously, bowed and retreated.

-

Xianfu's life at home is not easy, no matter how indifferent Su Wuyan is, the atmosphere in the yard is still getting depressed.Day by day, the bamboo in the yard changed from tender green to thick green, and in Beijing, there were no more poems by Su Wuzhan circulated. Under the political tide, they could not be circulated, and they could only be piled up on the ground. One book box after another.

King Cang stood at the window for a long time after hearing the report from the dark guard, until the snow-white petals falling from the tall crabapple tree fell on half of his shoulders, and then said: "Understood, you go back."

So one day, when Su Wuzhan returned to the house from the bamboo forest, he saw King Cang disguised in coarse linen.

He hurriedly saluted: "Your Highness, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head, and what he saw was the thick manuscripts of poems in the open bookcase in the hands of King Cang.

Cang Zhouxing stood up, only then did Su Wuzhan see the King Cang clearly, without the splendid clothes, he was tall and elegant, his brows were faintly visible, and he had the demeanor of a powerful general.

"Great talent Su, my king loves talents very much, and wants to print these poems into books, how about it?" Cang Wang raised the poems in his hand, straight to the point.

Su Wuxi put the slips he just finished reading on the desk, and stared at the thick stacks, which consisted of thin sheets. He had sighed countless times these days, and felt helpless about the short life of the manuscripts.Literati write poetry, who doesn't want their poems to be passed down to the world?

As for the manuscripts of poems, there are no books and they are easily damaged. Moreover, it is not clear whether he can keep his net worth in the future in his current situation, so let alone such fragile manuscripts.

The weight of King Cang's words is more than a thousand catties to him.He cupped his hands and bowed deeply, following the etiquette of a literati meeting, "Su Wuxi, thank you King Cang for your kindness in writing, from now on, I will be grateful."

Seeing him finish the salute, King Cang said seriously: "Young Master Su, there is no need to be too polite. Someone will come to carry the poem manuscript. I don't want to stay for a long time, so I will leave here."

Nodding his head, Su Wuzhen didn't hold back.He also knew that his courtyard was not as "tight and airtight" as Cangwang's Mansion.

-

Although these days, there are still several old officials in the court who oppose it, but the New Deal is implemented in full swing. Just like every new deal in this dynasty, it is good for the country, but it will definitely harm the interests of the powerful. The few layers of skin on it, until now, have finally been stripped clean by the powerful.

The New Deal is facing unprecedented resistance.

On this day, at dusk, the eunuch in charge of internal affairs bent down to clean up the fifth shattered porcelain cup for the emperor.

This night, near midnight, clouds like thick ink printed and dyed on rice paper covered the sky so densely that the people below couldn't see their fingers, but Liu Zang didn't care about the weather, he was in a hurry He found a lantern, illuminated the path under his feet, and left Su Wuzhen's courtyard gate.

From time to time, lightning flashed across the sky, and the slashed light made the whole world glow strangely white, and the black blood stains on the flowing clothes were particularly dazzling.

It can also be seen that the steps under his feet are extremely chaotic and disorderly.Even the arm holding the lantern was trembling, causing the light inside the lantern to flicker.

A few hours later, the people who got up facing the morning sun didn't know what happened that night. They only knew that the rain in the middle of the night was extraordinarily heavy.

Families with children complained to their neighbors, and Lei made the noise so that the children couldn't sleep well, and they made a fuss all night.

And in the same early morning, the maidservants of Prince Cang's Mansion had just knocked out the half-burned candles one by one.

In the house, King Cang was sitting by the bed, rubbing Su Wuzhen's face with his bloodless right hand - he used a secret order to call in a miracle doctor who had been away for half a night and three hours before the man's face turned pale. From black to pale.

Cang Jia reminded from the side: "My lord, it's time to pack up and go to court."

"Okay, let's go." King Cang said.

Today's morning court, due to the stalemate of the matter, took more than double the time in normal times, and it was already noon when King Cang came back and could inquire about the details of last night.

Under Cang Jia's leadership, Liu Zang has changed into a new suit of clothes.At this time, he knelt on the ground, clenched his fists, his face was pale, "His Royal Highness, when I got up last night, I went to the main room to see you as usual. Outside, I saw that the window facing the bed was not closed. , I thought about going into the house and shutting it down, but I didn't want to—but I didn't want Young Master half of his body under the bed, with dark red blood flowing from his mouth all over the front of his clothes."

Speaking of this, Liu Zang trembled and panted heavily, and after a while, he spoke again.