Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Outside Fudu Villa.

Lian Shenwei got off the carriage, squinted slightly and looked over.

"A lot has changed."

The layout of the trees outside the villa is already a little strange to the eye. Trees and vines are climbing outside the walls, and there are cracks in the bricks, which are no longer as prosperous as before.

Mingzhu: "Master, won't you go in and have a look?"

"It's good to just look at it from a distance."

That is the place that belongs to Lian Yubai, and today is the death day of the deceased, so he should not bother.

My sister likes winter, plum blossoms bloom in winter, but Jinling does not see snow often, so every time it snows, it is very novel, and the world is white and flawless.

But he prefers the spring in Jinling, where everything grows and the garden is full of flowers.

Ten years ago, June [-]nd was not as sunny as it is now. When he received the news and rushed to Fudu Mountain Villa, everything was over.

Man is really a very contradictory and complex animal.

He sometimes felt that, as he is now, when the matter is over, there is nothing wrong with dying directly, and he should go to accompany Sister and the others earlier.

But sometimes he thought again, how unwilling.

He still has a lot of good wine from Phoenix Terrace that he hasn’t drunk, he still has so many places he hasn’t been to, he still has confidants and friends, and he still has debts that he hasn’t made up for. Be an ordinary knight who rests on the wind and the moon.

He wanted to go back to Jinling and see the spring scenery every year for the rest of his life.

Thinking about it this way, he occasionally felt that being alive seemed pretty good, so he wanted to continue living.

If it weren't for Emperor Jing Cheng, if he hadn't met Ajie, and hadn't been known by the late emperor, then Fudu Villa wouldn't have had that day.

He was silent for too long.

People worshiping in the villa came out one after another, occasionally seeing him, cast a curious look, and didn't bother him.

Lian Shen lowered his expression slightly, facing the direction of the main entrance of the villa, knelt down on the bluestone slab, and solemnly kowtowed three times.When he stood up, he raised his hand to lower the bamboo hat, and wiped his finger bones at the corners of his eyes.

Then he turned around and got into the carriage, with a calm tone: "Let's go."

Beijing.

royal palace.Zichen Palace.

"How's Ning Feng's leg?"

Eunuch Li: "Go back to Your Majesty, I heard from the old Hou Ye that it has improved a lot, but I still can't walk around in the ground."

The little eunuch brought in the boiled medicine, and the smell of the medicine in Zichen Hall suddenly became stronger.Emperor Jing Cheng felt chest tightness, coughed a few times, and said tiredly: "Tell Tai Hospital not to think of new prescriptions."

Eunuch Li had a bitter face: "Your Majesty, your dragon body is the most important thing, those..."

"okay."

Eunuch Li served him since he was a child, and Emperor Jing Cheng knew what he was going to say next without even thinking about it. He sighed, closed his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

He is in his prime of life, he is already dead, and he has a glimpse of old age.

I don't know if everyone could see that he was out of energy. After Lian Shenwei left, the capital became more and more unstable.

"The doll named Ye Mingqin in the Ministry of Punishment, I have heard her name a lot recently."

Eunuch Li: "Yes, Mrs. Ye has repeatedly solved strange cases. Although she is a woman, she does not give way to a man."

"I remember, she came from the Regent's Palace, the regent's righteous sister?"

"Yes."

"You say she's a righteous sister, but I don't think she has any partiality. She is dedicated to serving the people. She is a rare and honest official in the court."

Emperor Jing Cheng suddenly remembered that the night before Wei Li died, Lian Shenwei came to him and said that he would keep the position of Youcheng.

He was originally curious about who Lian Shenwei would arrange to sit in that seat, but now it seems that if he guessed right, it would probably be reserved for this girl.

Ye Mingqin is the team that Lian Shenwei trained for Jing Jue.

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with a woman being strong, Wei'er has a strong temper like that.

Since he has real talent and learning, he is not stingy at giving this child a chance to go up. In case one day he is gone, Jing decides to ascend the throne. Wouldn't it be wrong for a small person to be killed?

But staying in the Ministry of Punishment all the time, it is not easy to get promoted.

Emperor Jing Cheng pondered for a moment: "I remember that there is no candidate for the position of the Minister of Rites. Take it easy and let her go."

"The Ministry of Officials' Wenxuan Clearance Department seems to be short of manpower, so it's good to let her do odd jobs in the past, familiar with it."

Eunuch Li's eyes widened in shock, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

Ye Mingqin knew this person, and the past two months were as tireless as a chicken blood, and the actual achievements and credits were accumulated one by one.

Many people said that she was busy in vain, women are not qualified to take the imperial examination, and the age of 21 is already the limit to climb to the fifth rank official.Even if you work hard, so what?

While working in the Ministry of Rites, he was also doing odd jobs in the Ministry of Officials...

The official position of the Ministry of Officials is called the "Heavenly Official", who is in charge of the dispatch of officials, and many people dream of going in to do odd jobs.

Right now, His Majesty's meaning is clearly intended to be reused.

This Mr. Ye has really reached the sky in one step.

"The slave understands."

Emperor Jing Cheng didn't care what he thought.

The eldest prince and the third prince are really big-hearted. They don't look like wise kings, but they use all means to win over the courtiers. Their biological mothers have recently come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to pay their respects more and more, and they have made more and more small tricks in private.

The princeling party and the princeling party are fighting fiercely. When Lian Shenwei is around, he will definitely handle it well. Now the emperor is getting worse day by day, and he is trying to maintain the balance of the court.

It's time to come back from the southern tour to Jinling.

Today is June [-]nd...

Emperor Jing Cheng raised his pen and ink, wanting to draw a picture of his wife's face in memory, but when the painting was finished, it was just a picture of Shu Leng plum blossom.

He sighed.

After all, the royal family is sorry for Lian Shenwei, he will mention Wei'er to take good care of her.

At this moment, a young eunuch hurried in, "Your Majesty, a letter from Jinling."

Emperor Jing Cheng opened it to see that this letter was written a few days ago, and it was delivered to the capital very quickly.He quickly scanned the contents of the letter, and his eyes stopped when he saw the words 'the regent met an assassin and his whereabouts are unknown'.

His chest heaved violently.

After a long time, he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

"His Majesty!"

There was a sudden commotion in the hall.

"Mr. Qiu is a friend of Young Master Ximian, why didn't Young Master Ximian ask you to go, and instead want to find me, an unknown person?"

After the worship, it was already sunset, Ying Jing decided to go out with Qiu Che.

He didn't know what rules there were in Fudu Mountain Villa's worship, but so many people were only in the outer village, but he was the only one who went to the ancestral hall in the inner village that hadn't been cleaned for many years.

Ying Jingjue is not stupid.

There was very little incense ash in the censer, and there was a thick layer of dust. It didn't look like someone had worshiped it at all. The things he packed up were all objects from many years ago.

He went on behalf of Young Master Xi Mian, and Young Master Xi Mian said that he wanted to heal his wounds, but before that, didn't he go in once to worship?

and……

He had never noticed before that the surname of the direct bloodline of Fudu Villa was Lian.

Is it a coincidence?

Qiu Che: "It's not that Xi Mian doesn't want to come, he just doesn't dare to come."

Ying Jing never understood: "What do you mean?"

"Before, Fudu Mountain Villa was in a catastrophe. Xi Mian didn't come here in time, and his relatives...friends died tragically. He must feel guilty."

Ying Jingjue was silent for a moment: "What about the worship in previous years?"

"In previous years, he never came here. Our friends never asked him too much about his sadness. I don't know why he chose you this time, but his personality has always been casual, maybe it's because of fate."

Qiu Che stopped, "Xi Mian said, if you help him worship, you have repaid the grace of saving his life. After that, you don't have to come to Fudu Villa, and he has nothing to do with you. The fate is here, and the world is gone."

Ying Jingjue was silent for a few seconds, "I know."

Qiu Che nodded, "I should go."

Ying Jingjue: "Mr. Qiu seems to be in a hurry to leave, what's the matter?"

"Go to Xi Mian and ask something," Chou Che cupped his hands, "Leave."

Ying Jing decided: "Farewell."

When Qiu Che walked away, the smile on the young prince's face dissipated, he raised his hand to wave, and a hidden guard appeared behind him.

Ying Jing decided: "Go and find out the relationship between Ximian and Fudu Mountain Villa, and where the regent disappeared in the past few days."

He received the news that Lian Shenwei was fine, but he wanted to know who rescued Lian Shenwei and where he was these few days.

The dark guard led the order to go.

Ying Jingjue looked back at Fudu Villa for the last time.

In the evening photos of the setting sun and sunset, this mountain villa is extremely quiet, silently in the old dream of the past, watching the child who has grown up in its arms leave home.

……

Lian Shenwei returned to Jinling's half of the fleet.

Xiao Zhizi arranged a new room for him, and carefully prepared meals, hot water and clean clothes.

Lian Shen took a rest for a while, then heard Ying Jingjue's voice coming back, cleaned up briefly, and ordered Mingzhu to let him in.

Ying Jing decided to put on a concerned look: "Is the teacher all right?" His eyes fell on the back of Lian Shenwei's hand, and he was stunned for a while, "Are you injured?"

Lian Shen lowered his eyes slightly, and hummed, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I was assassinated, and I had no internal energy to get around. I accidentally bumped the back of my hand on the way to escape."

Ying Jingjue: "Then how did the teacher escape?"

Lian Shenwei had already thought up his excuse: "There was sword energy coming from behind, and the minister fainted. Mingzhu said that it was a white-clothed swordsman who saved us, and he disappeared afterwards."

"White-clothed swordsman? Presumably he is also Young Master Ximian."

Ying Jing decided to pay attention to his expression, and then half-truthfully told the story of meeting Xi Mian, and sighed, "...the owner of Fudu Villa has the same surname as the teacher. I am really scared I jumped, thinking that the teacher has something to do with the villa."

Lian Shenwei was surprised: "Really? Maybe the ancestor is really the same family."

Ying Jingjue smiled and said: "Speaking of which, the teacher has never told me about your previous affairs. Before the teacher became an official in the court, did the teacher's home also live in the south?"

"Your Highness forgot that I have no relatives in my family. It was Your Majesty who rewarded me with the grace and personally moved my household registration to Beijing," Lian Shenwei said indifferently.

He was never worried about his identity, Emperor Jing Cheng would not let him be exposed, even if there were some tails that he didn't pay attention to, he would only make it up for him, without revealing anything.

Ying Jingjue: "So that's the case."

At that time, Lian Shenwei was not yet surrounded by the court, since it was ordered by the emperor himself, Lian Shenwei must have been investigated to the bottom at that time, and whoever was in the nine clans would be recorded in the volume one by one. on, there will be no mistakes.

Is the inexplicable intuition in his heart an illusion?

Lian Shenwei: "It's been a long time since the southern tour. His Majesty is not in good health. It will be easier for His Majesty to return to Beijing as soon as possible. Your Highness is going to return."

Ying Jing decided: "I understand."

the other side.

After Qiu Che returned, all he saw was an empty room.

He opened the letter left by Lian Shenwei on the table. Lian Shenwei could write three kinds of handwriting, one belonged to Ximian, which was used when delivering food to the frontier, and the other belonged to Teacher Li Ningfeng. In the end, he was the regent of the Dasheng Dynasty.

What Xi Mian wrote with his identity was his original handwriting.

[Chou Che:

Feng Ke said, all these years you have gone to Fudu Mountain Villa first, and then went to Dulan's hometown to pay homage to your brother. I owe a lot, and I have no face to face it, and I don't know how to react when I mention this matter to you face to face.

I think after the reunion, you never mentioned Ah Cheng because you didn't want me to feel guilty.

It's useless to talk too much, and you never want to see me say these things.

Brother Qiu, I had an appointment with you ten years ago. After you came back from Dulan, bring the edge of the Wuliangjian and good wine, and come to the capital to find me.

It's still the old rule that the loser must unconditionally agree to the winner. ]

Not signed.

After reading it, Qiu Che took a deep breath.

The room was dark and gloomy, he pushed open the window, the dark blue sky mixed with a touch of green, vast and boundless, with a crescent moon hanging on the tip.

riverside.

Lian Shenwei stood at the bow of the boat and looked into the distance.

The clear light of the moonlight fell down and fell on one shoulder.

Someone shouted:

"Return—"