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Jiangning has always been prosperous. On the day of the Spring Society, many big households opened warehouses and donated. Temple fairs and food stalls were set up across the street. All kinds of noise.

For a while it was Young Master Zhang who stepped on Miss Li's skirt, and for a while it was Ergouzi on the East Street who blocked Mrs. Song's carriage. He didn't take two steps before bumping into a couple of knotted weeds. A kid who was playing around, when the kid fell down, he howled again, yelling at the vendors on both sides of the road, it made people's brain hurt, and when he met a particularly troublesome person, he even made a mess of it on people's clothes Catch mud handprints.

By the window of the private seat of the restaurant, Lin Che propped his chin, staring at the crowded road downstairs in a daze.

For this kind of spring banquet and temple fair, they, the children of officials and eunuchs, rarely go to the streets to join in the fun.

They prefer to listen to books and music in restaurants, and when it gets late, they will find a few girls to drink a few rounds of wine, and they will not leave until the carriages and horses from the house come to pick them up.

But today, Lin Che was obviously absent-minded.

The restaurant is on a slightly higher terrain, the panes are magnificently repaired, and the view is wide.

It happened to be able to see the entrance of the Temple of Land diagonally opposite.

Lin Che knew that Cen Yun was inscribing new couplets in that temple right now.

Cen Yun came out this time mainly because of the invitation of the monks in the temple, so naturally he had to finish dealing with that side before coming over.

As the sun was setting, seeing more and more people in the restaurant, many dishes started to be served on the table, but Cen Yun hadn't come yet.

Lin Che took a sip of wine.

Cen Yun is not a person who is not punctual, could it be that he was stumbled by something?

Cen Yun usually doesn't like to go out, but this time he managed to make an appointment for a drink on the occasion of the Spring Society Day. Time is precious, but it's this time, and no one has seen anyone.

"Master."

The boy at the door knocked on the door twice, seeing Lin Che nodding in agreement, he walked over lightly.

Lin Che: "Meet Cen Yun?"

The boy nodded.

"Are you still writing couplets? When can I get out?"

The little servant hesitated to speak, his face showing embarrassment.

Lin Che didn't hear the answer, so she raised her head and glanced at the boy: "Just say what you want."

"When I went there just now, I didn't see Mr. Cen's person, so I asked around. Later, a young monk told me that Mr. Cen had finished writing the couplet long ago, and after finishing writing, he secretly followed a young man in black into the back room. I don’t know what I’m doing in the wing room, but I haven’t come out, and the master even ordered them not to approach that wing room.”

Lin Che gently rubbed the wine glass with her fingertips, and gritted her teeth: "Go on."

The young man swallowed, and continued: "I took advantage of the crowd and found an opportunity to sneak in. When I ran to the backyard, I happened to see Mr. Cen coming out of that wing."

"I took a closer look, and there really was a man in black! The man was fair-looking, and he handed a gift box to Mr. Cen as soon as he came out! Mr. Cen was still smiling at him, looking very happy!"

With a bang, the wine glass in Lin Che's hand cracked.

Yuehe Academy has not been established for a long time, less than two years, but it is well-known in Jiangning.

These days, private schools are too expensive, and the threshold for colleges set up by the government is frighteningly high.Shu Xiushao from Yuehe Academy, and Cen Yun who teaches is young, but his knowledge is not inferior to those long-bearded old men in the government academy.

Cen Yun came to Jiang Ning two years ago, and there are many speculations about his past, such as a talented man in trouble, a banished immortal in nine days, the reincarnation of Wen Qu... Serious and evil, you can say anything.

For these, Mr. Cen just laughed it off, and didn't mention his past at all, but just immersed himself in lectures, writing poems and paintings.

Cen Yun is full of talent, but his appearance is one in a million. It is impossible not to be famous.

Many people come here especially for their reputation, some for talent and some for sex.

Everyone has emotions and desires, and Cen Yun is not a saint, he has always been afraid, what if someday a unparalleled person comes to his door and abducts Cen Yun.

Hey, this is great, not only is she unparalleled, but also a man.

Give a fucking gift!

The key is that Cen Yun still accepted it! !

"Brother Lin? Are you listening? Brother Lin!!"

Hearing someone calling him, Lin Che suddenly came back to his senses, and found that the boy had retreated at some point.

The friends around me took their seats one after another, with worried faces on their faces: "What's wrong with you today? Miss Chunbo didn't listen to the music, but just sat here alone... Ah, why is your glass still broken?"

As soon as the words fell, someone immediately came over to clean up the fragments.

Lin Che closed the window halfway and shook her head: "It's okay..."

"What's all right? You're not feeling right today."

"Could it be for this year's autumn?"

"It's still early, and besides, you are talented and intelligent, and you have always been diligent, so don't worry!"

Lin Che suppressed the matter of Cen Yun in his heart for the time being, took a new wine glass, and echoed a few words while drinking.

I mentioned Qiu Wei just now, and all the officials and princes from Jiangning's family were sitting here. Everyone sat around and chatted about the matter of going to Beijing to apprentice at the beginning of the year.

"My father arranged for me to go to Beijing next month, saying that he would introduce me to be a student of Mr. Zhang Xie."

"Master Zhang is Zhou Xiaoyun's student, right? Zhou Xiaoyun has been the examiner for the past few years, Wen Yu, you have to work hard this time."

"Wenyu, you don't want to hear something... you say you are a student, but I heard that Mr. Zhang doesn't seem to be doing well. Please persuade your father not to bet on the wrong treasure."

"How can we choose now? There are not many who are worthy of it. To be honest, only Brother Lin's father, the magistrate, can have some face in Beijing."

"Zhou Xiaoyun is a great contemporary Confucianist. Although he no longer accepts students, the old man has taught at least thousands of students... How many people in this court today have not been taught by him? The students are a mixed bag. It’s really hard to say which adult is reliable.”

"Didn't I persuade you? But my father is stubborn. If I don't go, he will break my leg and send my concubine back to my hometown to remarry."

There was laughter in the booth.

Someone put down the wine glass, beat the folding fan, and jokingly asked: "Everyone, if you were asked to choose one of Zhou Xiaoyun's disciples as your teacher, who would you choose?"

This question has aroused everyone's interest. Now that the court is stable, Haiyan and Heqing are clear, and there is no shortage of good officials in the court.

The princes and young masters present here have all studied since childhood, and in addition, they all came from official families, so they know a lot of knowledge from books and courts.When asked who they want to worship as their teacher, they all brought out the officials they admired and commented on them.

Some people praise, some people question, and if there are doubts, there are rebuttals.

Everyone was young and energetic, and some people stood up after arguing.

Among them, Zhao Qing, the oldest one, couldn't control himself when he saw the scene, so he quickly changed the subject and focused his eyes on Lin Che: "Hey, after a round, I found that Lin Che hasn't said anything yet."

The absent-minded Lin Che suddenly looked up.

Faced with the attention of people at the table and Brother Zhao's eyes asking for help, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "If I want to choose... I will choose Xie Qing."

As soon as the voice fell, the four people were in an uproar.

"what??"

"No, Brother Lin Xian..."

"Brother Lin Xian, drink a glass of wine and calm down!"

Lin Che put the folding fan on the table, changed from the lazy posture of leaning on the chair just now, looked a little more serious, and still did not change the answer: "Mr. Xie is Mr. Zhou Xiaoyun's closed disciple. Disciple, I almost got into a fight with the Grand Tutor in the palace. It meets the requirements, why can't I choose?"

A few younger ones were still confused: "Xie Qing? It seems like I haven't heard this name for a long time, but it sounds familiar... Who is it?"

Lin Che poured a glass of wine for the boy who asked the question: "He has been dead for three years, so it is reasonable that you can't remember clearly."

When mentioning the past, everyone shook their heads regretfully.Quietly listening to Lin Che continue to speak.

"The third son of the Nanzhou imperial merchant Xie's family, surnamed Xie Mingqing, surnamed Yunyi. He was able to compose poems at the age of seven. He was a child prodigy in Zhenjiang. , Because of his quick-wittedness and understanding, and his ability to find far-reaching political sages, he immediately broke the rules and was promoted to the Minister of Zhongshu, and he was an official for more than five years.

Someone remembered it and wondered: "Didn't he have his home ransacked because of embezzling disaster relief funds?"

As soon as the words fell, someone knocked on him immediately: "Hey, I told you to read more and stop hanging out in the Zuiyan Building! You just didn't listen! The disaster relief fund was only 10,000+ taels back then. What does Mr. Xie Qing do at home? 10 taels He doesn't have enough pocket money, so why would he lose his black hat for this little money and lose his reputation for so many years? Do you think everyone is as heartless as you?"

A heartless man wiped his face: "Don't get excited, just say don't spit..."

Everyone was talking nonsense while drinking, and the sky gradually darkened. Most of the people in the circle were already drunk, and a few younger ones had already drunk directly.

The drunken drunken drunken, the sleepy sleepy.

"Oh, Brother Li, Brother Zhang Xian is just joking with you, sit down! Sit down! Don't get angry!"

"Hey, Zhou Wenyu, why are you so drunk! Get your stinky feet off the table for me!!"

"Brother Xu, why are you crying?! Ahhh! The opposite is your best friend Wang Luo, not your father! You look like you are hugging him, look at Brother Wang's face is red with anger... Hey you Is it snot or tears? Don't rub it on other people's clothes... What are those girls doing for food!! Why don't you hurry up and send your Young Master Xu back!!"

"It's okay, Big Brother Zhao... Those girls can't stand Brother Xu, so I'll send him downstairs."

"Hey, that's all right... Thank you for your hard work, Wang Luo, let Xu Yao, a bastard, apologize to you another day, and I'll trouble you."

"Don't bother, Brother Zhao, go and see Lin Che, I think he is about to slip off the chair."

The sunset glow stretches for thousands of miles, the sky is getting late, and the lanterns in front of the restaurant have been lit at some time.

The hazy moon already has most of its outline, hanging in the sky.

In such a peaceful and prosperous age, the children of local officials and eunuchs in small southern towns gathered in the most prosperous restaurants, discussing government affairs frivolously and arguing about their idols.

After cleaning up those restless bastards, Zhao Qing straightened Lin Che from the chair.

Lin Che may be in a bad mood, and the children of sixteen and seven can only talk nonsense, so how can they drink.

He was lying on the table, with his face half exposed, his cheeks flushed, and his brows slightly frowned.

"Why, you missed my appointment..."

"Damn..."

"Cen Yun..."

Zhao Qing didn't understand the first few sentences, but he only heard the word "cloud" in the last sentence. He frowned and thought about it, and suddenly thought that there was a word "cloud" in Xie Qing's words.

Are you still feeling sad about Master Xie's death?How dare you call out the word Xie Daren?

Zhao Qing shook his head and chuckled—what a child.

A loving child.

Zhao Qing sat beside Lin Che, thought for a while, and asked with some concern: "Lord Xie is certainly respectable, but his reckless way of being an official may not necessarily be worth emulating."

Xie Qing's drastic reforms offended the powerful.After enjoying his success, the emperor took Xie Qing out to block the gun, allowing Xie Qing to be framed, turning a blind eye and letting the people under him choke each other.

In the end, Xie Qing's house was ransacked. After Xie Qing's death, those dignitaries who participated in the frame-up were also punished one by one by the emperor with the excuse of killing Xie Qing.

When Emperor Yuan Jing came to the throne, the land and industries that had been devastated by wars withered, the government was lazy, and the nobles were in power.The new deal is imperative, if you don't want to offend people, the new deal will have to be postponed for at least another three years.

The government can afford to wait, but the common people cannot afford to wait.

Lin Che suddenly grabbed Zhao Qing's arm, blinked, his eyes were dark, he didn't know whether he was drunk or awake: "If it weren't for Xie Qing's rampage, maybe we wouldn't be able to sit here and drink in a down-to-earth manner today. "

Zhao Qing: "Lin Che..."

Lin Che let go, supported the table and stood up, swayed a bit, and made a bow: "Brother Zhao, I will take my farewell today, and another day..."

As a result, before the word Ju was spoken, the person fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhao Qing was still touched by Lin Che's benevolence just now, but his expression collapsed in the next second: "Oh, why did you fall to the ground! Just now you spoke in a decent way, I thought you were not drunk!"

Lin Che was being supported by several people around him, and some people came to help him even when he couldn't stand himself.

So as soon as Cen Yun entered the door, he saw a group of young men in brocade clothes and jade belts rolling on the ground, like a nest of gophers who were moving to a new house.

He crossed his arms carelessly, and leaned against the door frame to appreciate it for a while, until he saw Zhao Qing push away the troublemakers and was about to pick up Lin Che, and raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

The eldest son of the Jiangning Tongpan family, Zhao Qing, styled Wenxiu.

OK, remember you.

As soon as Lin Che heard Brother Zhao yelling in his ear, he felt himself being hugged.

He was startled, his head sank due to the weightlessness, and he subconsciously grabbed the man's collar: "Brother Zhao, put me down quickly..."

Cen Yun's eyes dimmed.

He hugged him up, and in the noisy Accord, he lowered his head and moved closer, his thin lips touched the snow-white earlobe lightly, and said in a low voice: "Young master Lin, open your eyes and take a closer look at who I am .”

The deep voice is mellow and sweet, perhaps because of the soft words, it sounds a bit frivolous.

this sound...

Lin Che opened his eyes, facing Cen Yun's eyes which were close at hand.

The earlobe that was touched suddenly became hot, and it was unbelievably red.

As soon as Lin Che got into the carriage, he immediately got into the corner and raised his arms to block his eyes.

He was carried to the carriage by Cen Yun the whole way just now.

Carried out of the Accord, carried it downstairs, and carried it out of the door of the restaurant.

Lin Che drowsily recalled the ambiguous eyes that everyone looked at the two of them, and felt that it was scorching hot like an iron that had just been pulled out of the charcoal fire.

The young man leaned against the wall of the carriage helplessly, bit his lower lip, and thought to himself.

Come on, this year the main characters are the two of them again.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Cen Yun came in with a bowed body.

Someone outside the carriage asked in a low voice: "Third Young Master, are you going to the Lin Mansion?"

Lin Che's mind was in a mess, and his body was weak and weak.

As soon as he opened his mouth to answer, he heard Cen Yun order: "Go to the academy."

Lin Che frowned, looked at Cen Yun: "Aren't you going home?"

Cen Yun took a blanket to wrap him around him, and when he got closer, the faint scent of water came over his face.

"Go to the academy and change your clothes. Are you going to wear my clothes and go back to the Lin Mansion? If your father recognizes my clothes, then it's okay?"

Lin Che was wrapped in a blanket and felt much more comfortable.He shook his head: "My father has never seen you, how could he recognize your clothes?"

Cen Yun smiled but said nothing, looked at Lin Che's foggy eyes, couldn't help approaching him, and called him softly: "Lin Che."

Lin Che's cheeks were slightly red, perhaps because he was drunk, and he was much more courageous than before.He raised his eyes, his eyelashes trembled twice, and looked at Cen Yun inexplicably: "Huh?"

Cen Yun: "I heard that you want to worship Xie Qing as your teacher?"

Lin Che didn't expect that he wanted to ask this, so he answered honestly, "I'm just talking casually."

After a while, Lin Che shook his head remorsefully: "Master Xie has passed away, yet I still make fun of him, I'm really shameless..."

Cen Yun looked at Lin Che's reddened ear tips, and remembered the soft and warm touch just now.

The corners of Lin Che's delicate eyes were dyed red, and his eyelashes drooped, looking pitiful and distressing.

He hooked the corner of his mouth mockingly.

Unexpectedly, there are still people who remember him like this.Sorry for him, cry for him.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt someone pulling his cuff and pulling it lightly.

Cen Yun was taken aback, lowered his head, and found that Lin Che stretched out a hand from under the blanket, his slender white fingers were clutching his sleeve, like a cat just picked up to test the mood of its owner, cautiously.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Lin Che paused, dizziness and abdominal discomfort made him frowned, he took a deep breath, tried to stay awake, and continued to ask: "You didn't come to the banquet today, did you?" What happened?"

Lin Che suddenly looked forward to it, expecting Cen Yun to admit that something had happened.

For example, lovelorn, break up or something?

Maybe the gift from the man in black today was a parting gift?

After a while, he began to dislike himself for his evil intentions again, and shook his head again and again.

Cen Yun didn't hide it, and nodded: "It is indeed something unexpected."

Lin Che clenched her hands even tighter.

Not sure if it was because of his nervousness, Lin Che inexplicably felt that he was a little more awake, and felt that he should take the opportunity to ask the matter clearly, otherwise he would not be able to sleep in the future.

He continued to test: "Then...are you in a bad mood?"

Cen Yun suddenly felt something was wrong.He has been an official for many years, and he can best guess people's hearts.

He narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Lin Che, and hummed.

Lin Che felt that the timing was just right, and she was about to ask about the man in black.

But before he asked, Cen Yun had already seen through his thoughts.

It turned out that the boy who was sneaking around in the Earth Temple during the day was sent by Lin Che.

Cen Yun silently stretched out his hand to grab the person to his side, pre-emptively: "Brother Lin Xian, my heart...is very uncomfortable."

After finishing speaking, he covered his heart with his hands, weaker than Xizi.

Lin Che didn't expect why this person suddenly became so fragile, and quickly said with concern: "It's okay, the old one won't go, and the new one won't come."

Lin Che felt that he might have really drank fake wine.

Accidentally spoke my mind...

Cen Yun on the side finally figured out what the kid was thinking.

He lowered his head and couldn't help but chuckled, afraid of being exposed, he even covered his face with his sleeve.

Lin Che: "Brother Cen, don't cry, just say what you're unhappy about."

"Brother Lin Xian, you are such a good person. I feel so cold now, and I really want someone to hug me."

Lin Che stretched out his other hand from the blanket, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, opened his arms to hug him, and coaxed him jerky: "Brother Cen, where is there no grass in the end of the world... By the way, you didn't eat dinner , Are you hungry, what do you want to eat? I will ask the servants to buy it."

Cen Yun only felt his body warm up, and the hand on his back was still patting him to comfort him.

The young man was dressed in green clothes, still smelled of alcohol, and the car was bumping again. He was very uncomfortable, but now he comforted him like an adult.

Lin Che like this made him want to make more progress.

Cen Yun turned sideways, raised his hand, and put his hand on Lin Che's chin. His fingertips lightly brushed against his soft lips. After a moment, he put down his hand.

"If you want to eat this, I wonder if Young Master Lin will reward you?"

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to finish this article in one go, but I still couldn't finish it.

Although this kind of daily life is boring, but I don’t know why I like it so much that it’s endless when I write it... and visually, there are still two, three, four, five thousand words to finish.

This chapter is dedicated to the cute little Zong Zong in the comment area, you can't be unhappy if you eat candy! !