After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

Cen Xian's birthday is on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month;

This day is not very good, and the folks call it an evil day. On this day, everything is wrong and everything is taboo. You have to burn incense and worship Buddha to pray for peace.

And tomorrow is the thirteenth day of the first lunar month.

In the past few days, Cen Xian and Shuo Wang lived in peace and harmony for a few days.

The night was still cold, Cen Xian was wearing a crane cloak, and was writing the memorial with a pen in his hand.The Empress Dowager was not good at government affairs, and the emperor was a foolish child. Chen Xiangyu died, and all the memorials went to Cen Xian's side for correction.

Cen Xian threw all the papers on impeachment against him aside, corrected a few papers on impeachment against Wei Chen, and then beckoned Xiao Liu to send all the papers to King Jing's Mansion.

There was a bowl of medicine on the desk, and Cen Xian waited until he caught a cold before finishing it. Shuo Wang leaned against the door, holding a slender plum blossom in his hand, and he whipped the flower branch in his palm.

"Have you finished the approval?" Shuo Wang closed the door and came in, and put the plum blossoms on the white rice paper, "Why are there so many left?"

Cen Xian calmly wrote a few words on the memorial with Zhu Zhu, saying: "This is not too much. When the year is over, there will be more notebooks."

Shuo Wang's eyes fell on Cen Xian's vigorous handwriting.

Cen Xian is good at calligraphy, he knows hairpin small script, running script, and cursive script, each of which is extremely beautiful, especially when writing with a vermilion pen, the lines between the lines are full of chilling meaning.

Shuo Wang asked, "What are you going to do tomorrow?"

For the birthday ceremony of Commander Jin Yiwei, no matter what, a group of people will come up to fawn on him, and maybe some kind of banquet will be held to celebrate.

Cen Xian smiled: "It's the same as today."

"It's not my birthday," Cen Xian explained, "This is something that everyone in the government and the public know."

"You don't have to worry about anything, just go back to Jiangnan after tomorrow."

Just as Shuo Wang was about to say something, Cen Xian suddenly picked up the red plum branch on the desk and inserted it into Shuo Wang's tied black hair.

Shuo Wang was taken aback.

The handsome and incomparably handsome young master has bright eyes, candle flames, and a slender figure with a slender waist. He should be handsome and handsome, but a branch of red plum that outlines the bright fire is inserted in his black hair, giving him a more beautiful color. Come.

"Help me go to Zangshu Pavilion to get the history of the Wei Kingdom," Cen Xian lowered his voice, "Plum blossom branches are not allowed to be taken."

Shuo Wang was bewitched by the beauty, his face turned red, and then he passed towards Zangshu Pavilion in a daze.

As soon as he left, Zhang Jiucheng quietly entered the room. Cen Xian looked up at Zhang Jiucheng and asked, "What did you find?"

Zhang Jiucheng glanced back, turned his head and said respectfully, "According to what Ye Wenwen said, we found the Yu Pei he mentioned in Yuancheng."

"It's just that Yu Pei is now over [-] years old, and his throat is burnt, so he can't speak."

"There is also the former Ministry of King Zhao..." Zhang Jiucheng said in a low voice, "Our people found a man on the Lingnan side. He said he was the son of Li Jianjun from the old Ministry. Those letters with the late emperor."

Li Jianjun was also the one who exposed King Zhao's private possession of armor and wanted to rebel, but not long after the incident was exposed, he was sent to Lingnan by the late emperor for committing a crime.

"He said that these letters were buried in the coffin with Li Jianjun," Zhang Jiucheng said, "It takes 3000 taels of silver to open the coffin."

"We had no choice but to secretly ask the village, and then dug the grave." Zhang Jiucheng put a stack of crisp and yellow letters on the table, "These are those letters."

Cen Xian glanced at it, put all the letters under the rice paper, pressed them down with an inkstone, and said, "I see, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Jiucheng shook his head quickly, and then went out immediately.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Shuo Wang came over from holding the history of the Great Wei Kingdom. As expected, he didn't take off the plum blossom branch, but stuck it neatly in his hair.

Cen Xian was still approving the memorial, so he put the book in Cen Xian's hand and watched Cen Xian appraise the memorial.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was in Prince Zhao's mansion many years ago. At that time, King Zhao was writing on the desk with Princess Zhao in his arms. Taking a brush, Xian wrote down his unfinished poems line by line on the rice paper.

Shuo Wang closed his eyes in a daze, a scent of plum blossom mixed with the bitter scent of medicine lingered at the tip of his nose.

Tomorrow is the last day, Shuo Wang thought, I have to find a reason...to stay by his side.

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Cen Xian went to court early in the morning of the second day, Shuo Wang stayed in the mansion bored, and saw that the ice and snow on the tree branch had melted.Sitting next to him, Jiang Jinyue was studying chess records with great interest.

He had to ask for Cen Xian's pulse three times a day, and sometimes he would not leave when he came and refused to go back to the mansion, and he would stay in Cen's mansion and refused to move.

The little black cat raised its paw and patted Jiang Jinyue's book.Jiang Jinyue held the cat by its neck and threw the cat into Shuo Wang's arms.

The little black cat growled at Jiang Jinyue angrily.

Jiang Jinyue let out an "Hey Yo" and said, "You're just being good in Cen Xian's arms."

The cat broke free from Shuo Wang's hand, and did not forget to raise its paw towards Jiang Jinyue's face. Jiang Jinyue reacted very quickly and quickly avoided it.

Shuowang watched the cat run away, then turned to look at Jiang Jinyue: "Do you think there is any way to make him not chase me away?"

Jiang Jinyue had heard a little about the birthday agreement between Shuo Wang and Cen Xian, and when she heard Shuo Wang asked, she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "I don't know, he has a very hard heart, who can stop him if he wants to chase someone away?" .”

"But you're trying to please him," Jiang Jinyue came up with a bad idea, "Did you see that cat? After tickling us so many times, it still didn't stay. Why? Because he wants Cen Xian to like him!"

Am I not enough to please him, Shuo Wang thought.

He looked up at Jiang Jinyue suspiciously: "Really?"

Jiang Jinyue answered firmly: "Really!"

Shuowang thought hard for a while, and ignored Jiang Jinyue's obstruction, and dragged Jiang Jinyue out!

Jiang Jinyue wailed all the way: "Ancestor, please don't take me!"

If Cen Xian finds out that he instigated him, Jiang Yuan will know all about the mess!

Shuo Wang dragged Jiang Jinyue to Zhaosin Temple.

Zhaosin Temple is a temple opened by the royal family. Every year on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the gate is opened for the common people to come in to pray for blessings. Therefore, at this time, there is an endless stream of pilgrims in Zhaosin Temple, all of whom come to pray for blessings.

The abbot of Zhaosin Temple was standing next to the Buddha statue in the main hall, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha. He was a monk in his forties or fifties, and there were already layers of lines around his eyes.

Under the Buddha statue, Wei Changle covered his face with a light veil and knelt down, clasped his hands together and prayed for blessings, but his eyes were cold, showing no sincerity.After praying for blessings, she kowtowed, stood up and walked towards the door. Just as she was walking to the door, she suddenly met Shuo Wang who was dragging Jiang Jinyue in.

The young man was handsome and energetic, like a stone thrown into a pool of stagnant water, setting off a shocking wave.

Wei Changle watched Shuo Wang enter the door, and was stunned for a moment. The man in black beside him asked in a low voice, "Master?"

"It's nothing." Wei Changle turned his head and said nonchalantly, "I just met a familiar person."

Then Wei Changle thought of something, and said to the people next to him: "Send someone to follow him, and go find out who he is."

On the other side, Shuo Wang had already entered Zhaosin Temple with Jiang Jinyue.

"What are you doing at Zhaosin Temple?" Jiang Jinyue asked, "Come to pray for Cen Xian?"

"En." Shuowang knelt down and kowtowed to the Buddha statue above.

Jiang Jinyue had a complicated expression and didn't know what to say.He studied medicine to save people, and he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, especially Cen Xian.If Cen Xian's illness can be cured by praying to God and worshiping Buddha, Shen Ke will not be left behind.But looking at Shuowang and praying for blessings now, he couldn't directly attack people, so after thinking about it, he had to shut his mouth and watch Shuowang pray a few times devoutly.

"After you have finished worshiping, you can take a sachet with a peace talisman with the boy monk next to the abbot." Jiang Jinyue reminded.

Shuo Wang asked, "How do you know?"

Jiang Jinyue didn't kneel down to the Buddha statue, so he didn't look like someone who would come to Zhaosin Temple.

"Jiang Yuan came here every year, and finally gave me all the sachets he brought." Jiang Jinyue felt quite a headache, "I have piled up more than a dozen of them!"

Before he finished speaking, a surprised cry came from behind: "Jiang Er?"

Jiang Jinyue paused, trying to run away, but Jiang and An Ti grabbed the clothes on the back of her neck: "Didn't you say you don't have time to come with me?"

"I—" Jiang Jinyue's thoughts changed sharply, pointing at Shuowang, "I'll accompany him to pray for blessings, he...he is praying to God and worshiping Buddha to stay with the commander...Jiang Wuhai...ah no brother you lighter……"

Shuo Wang: "..."

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but why does he want to hit Jiang Jinyue so much?

Wei Chen, who followed in, sneered and said, "You have served the Commander well, is he still willing to let you go? I really don't understand how a little lover who doesn't even understand this can still win Cen Xian's favor." .”

Wei Chen didn't understand, but Shuo Wang understood in a daze.

These words enlightened Shuowang, he looked like I understood, Jiang Jinyue squinted at him in pain, what did this guy understand?

Knowing that, Shuowang went to get the sachet from the host. The host raised his head to look at him, but forgot to chant sutras for a moment.

"Benefactor," the host said kindly, "Where do you come from?"

Shuo Wang casually replied, "Come from afar."

The benefactor smiled: "The poor monk sees the face of the benefactor, and the poor monk has a predestined relationship."

He took out a string of Buddhist beads carved out of agarwood from the cassock, which could almost be said to be priceless, and handed it to Shuo Wang: "This thing will be given to the benefactor."

Shuowang waved his hands again and again: "This is too expensive, I can't accept it." He pointed to the sachet in the boy's hand: "I just want that, thank you for your kindness."

The host's white eyebrows twitched: "Benefactor, this thing is destined for you. It's called disaster relief. It's for safety. Donor, please accept it."

keep us safe?

Shuowang remembered how Cen Xian couldn't stop coughing under the lamplight, so he picked up the string of Buddhist beads by accident, and said, "Thank you."

The host watched Shuowang leave, and the boy monk next to him asked curiously, "Master, why did you give him the disaster relief?"

Disaster Relief was a relic of their master's brother, so the little monk had to call him uncle, but this uncle died young, and it is said that he died of illness in his 20s.

The host twirled the Buddhist beads, did not answer the little monk boy's question, and recited the Buddhist scriptures again.

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That day Cen Xian stayed in the palace for a long time before coming back.At that time, the sky was already gray, he came out from Zhuquemen, and ran into the Minister of Rites again.

Minister of Rites, Mei Yichen, had always disagreed with Cen Xian on politics, but he was an old gentleman, the teacher of the late emperor, and a veteran of the three dynasties. Cen Xian respected him, so he never had any conflicts with him.

Mei Yichen stood at the gate of Zhuquemen, the gray sky shone on his crimson official uniform, his gaze fell on Cen Xian, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he called, "Cen Xian."

In the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, Mei Yichen was probably the only one who dared to call the commander by his name directly and walk away in front of the commander without being hated.

Cen Xian stood where he was, waiting for Mei Yichen to speak.

Mei Yichen looked at his lonely figure and sighed: "Today is your birthday, right?"

"Yes," Cen Xian replied, "Mr. Mei."

He has always been called Mei Yichen in private.

Mei Yichen looked at him with old eyes: "You really look like a student of mine, you are obviously a gentleman, why do you want to be a courtier?"

Cen Xian knew in his heart who Mei Yichen was talking about. Among the students he taught, the only one who was a gentleman and a courtier was King Zhao Wei Yicheng.

"He is not a courtier," Cen Xian said, "Mr. Mei, I will prove it to you."

Mei Yichen was taken aback, and was about to ask a few more questions, but Cen Xian had already left the Suzaku gate and got into the carriage.

It was already late when he returned to Cen's mansion, and when he was about to get off the carriage, there was a knock on the window, Zhang Jiucheng popped up and said to Cen Xian: "Master, today some of our brothers saw someone following Young Master Shuo... Mr. Shuo seems to have discovered it several times, we are afraid that he will not tell the master, so we will tell you quietly."

Cen Xian stared blankly, quickly got off the carriage and walked towards the mansion.

He stepped into the room, saw Shuowang put a bowl of longevity noodles on the table, saw him come in and greeted him enthusiastically, "I made this for you, you have a taste!"

Cen Xian took off his coat and sat on the chair, "Did you meet anyone today?"

Shuo Wang's expression remained unchanged: "No, besides Jiang Jinyue, who else can I go to?"

Cen Xian stared at him for a while, without asking any more questions, he lowered his head and picked up the noodles with chopsticks and took a bite.

Shuo Wang put the Lihuabai he bought from an unknown tavern on the table and gave it to Cen Xianman.

After Cen Xian drank a little, Shuo Wang immediately became nervous: "Isn't it delicious?"

"It's delicious," Cen Xian rolled his eyes, no matter how many times he looked at it, there was still a gentle smile on his astonished face, his dark eyes seemed to be able to see people to the bottom, and then he was deeply enthralled, "How can I drink it alone? Interesting, drink some too."

Beauty is not a human if she doesn't drink now!Shuo Wang proudly drank the whole night's wine!

Anyway, I drink better than him, Shuo Wang confidently thought, he will definitely get drunk before me.

After getting drunk, he would pinch out bruising marks on his body with his hands up and down, and then he could let the commander take responsibility!Then you can mess around and stay first!

Shuo Wang thought with satisfaction.

The lamp oil in the room was burning less and less, before it was midnight, Shuo Wang was lying on the table drunk and unconscious, the chessboard and chess pieces on the table were scattered, and I don't know how many chess games were played.

Cen Xian's eyes were clear, and he looked at Shuo Wang who was thinking a lot because he was drunk.

He wanted to get drunk, but he ended up getting drunk first, with this three-legged cat skill... Cen Xian couldn't help sighing, and stretched out his porcelain-white finger to poke Shuo Wang's face.

Shuo Wang grabbed one of Cen Xian's fingers, tried to open his eyes to look at Cen Xian, then took out a string of Buddhist beads and put it on Cen Xian's hand.

Cen Xian laughed: "What is this?"

"Disaster relief..." Shuowang said, "Safety..."

He yawned after he finished speaking, but he still refused to let go of Cen Xian's fingers: "I'm sleepy..."

"Go back to sleep when you're sleepy," Cen Xian said.

"You carry me..."

Cen Xian looked at Shuo Wang helplessly.

The very noble command made the adults bow down and squat down, and carried the drunk on his back.

Although he is good at martial arts, he is not in good health. Today he was tired in the palace all day and drank with Shuowang, so he was already exhausted. Now he was walking on his back suddenly, and he staggered when he got up, and couldn't help it. He stretched out his hand to support the table.

Xiao Liu was a little worried: "Master?"

Cen Xian shook his head to indicate that it was okay, put his index finger on his mouth, and asked Xiao Liu to keep quiet.

He walked through the corridor with Shuo Wang on his back, and stopped for a few steps. The cold wind blew over the fine sweat on his forehead, which made him feel a little cool.

Shuo Wang put her head on his shoulder and arched his neck affectionately.

"Don't drive me away..." Shuo Wang's voice was low and hoarse, "If you are too worried... just pin me on your jade belt hook..."

"No one is allowed to touch or look at it... only you are allowed... okay?"

Cen Xian was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, just when Shuo Wang thought he would not get an answer, he vaguely heard Cen Xian smile——

"it is good……"

The author says:

The saying of the thirteenth day of the first lunar month is from Baidu.

Cen Xian is a bit domineering...

Jiang Jinyue: Is this horse riding something you understand from Wei Chen's words? !

Tomorrow should not be...

I agreed to make an outline for this book. In the end, I only made the main character design and had no manuscript. The stupid author Menggou cried, and wanted to make the entire outline tomorrow...Apologize to the little cuties... "QAQ" and thinking about what to do Don't remove the label of sweet text [Meditation jpg]

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