General Zhiyi

When he met Ying Huang for the first time, he was not yet in his prime, but as a prince, he wandered alone in the streets of the imperial capital.

At that time, Tang Jingxu was short of cash, so in order to buy a delicate tassel for the bamboo flute, he set up a temporary stall on the side of the street, borrowed pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and wanted to sell some authentic works of General Jianzhi to earn a few copper coins. .

He can guarantee that there is absolutely no abnormality in his performance, the words are strong and the writing is strong, and those literati and poets with a bit of insight should be able to see that it is authentic.

However, he knocked on the table and yelled for a long time, and finally attracted a few people. When they saw the handwriting for the first time, they were shocked and their eyes lit up. When Tang Jingxu was about to bid, they all shook their heads and sighed. He beat his chest and walked away in three steps, wondering, he picked up the word and read it carefully several times, his eyes almost popped out, but he still couldn't see anything wrong.

At this moment, a youthful voice between a boy and a young man sounded beside him: "Your handwriting is indeed almost the same as that of General Jianyan, but... this handwriting will never be sold. Why don't you come to "Yong'an Fu" or "Long Song Preface"?"

Tang Jingxu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the young man who was standing behind him at some point, narrowed his eyes and met his unusually calm eyes for a while, grinned, and straddled the chair , casually slapped the paper on the table, rested his chin with one hand, and said, "Why do you want to read "Yong'an Fu" or "Long Song Preface"?"

Boy: "Because of the calligraphy of General Ji Ji, only these two paintings are worth the money."

Tang Jingxu: "Oh? As far as I know, the characters in the early days of Lian were too sloppy and scribbled, and they were often cast aside by the husband. Why are only these two pictures worth the money now?"

"General Jianyan went out with his father when he was only [-] years old. He fought in the north and the south. At the age of [-], he became famous because he quelled the rebellion and rescued the prince. He was not only appreciated by King Yin, but also famous all over the world. , wrote "Yong'an Fu" to show his ambition to protect the country. Although he studied under the famous writer Bai Xiangshi back then, because of his youth and conceit, the words in "Yong'an Fu" seemed to be lacking , but every stroke and every stroke is full of arrogance, but it is astonishing."

Speaking of this, the young man paused, looked up at Tang Jingxu, and seeing that he was listening seriously, he breathed a sigh of relief calmly, and then said: "As for the "Preface to Long Songs", it was the day when Prince Yin's enthronement, As a token of loyalty, he gave the new emperor a penny on the spot, and the deep friendship between the lines made the new emperor cry on the spot. Putting aside the true feelings in it, General Jianyan’s writing has reached its peak at that time, and the once domineering and domineering words have not diminished at all. The brushwork has also reached the point of proficiency. Therefore, if we really want to say it, the calligraphy treasures praised by the world must be these two."

After listening to the young man's words, Tang Jingxu laughed softly, tapped his fingers on the words he had written earlier, looked at the ink stains on his fingertips, his eyes seemed to have drifted away, and after a moment of silence, he said softly: " You know, the writing of "Yong'an Fu" was not out of emotion, and although the "Preface to Long Songs" is a show of loyalty, the new emperor did not shed tears because of being moved."

"What do you mean?" The young man suddenly took a step forward, looking a little excited, and slapped the table heavily with both hands, unexpectedly the table was missing half a leg, because of his slap, it fell to the ground with a "slap", and Tang Jingxu, who rested his chin on the table with one hand, was unprepared for a moment, exclaimed, and then fell to the ground.

The young man was stunned. Seeing Tang Jingxu struggled to prop up his upper body and fell down again because of a slip of his hand, half of his face was stained with ink, and half of his face was stained black. He couldn't help but burst out laughing, which faded away. He was too calm beyond his age, showing a trace of youthful childishness, Tang Jingxu rolled his eyes, and stretched out his hand to motion for him to pull himself up.

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand to pull Tang Jingxu up. Seeing the paper with large ink stains out of the corner of his eye, his smile faded a little, and he knelt down and didn't make another sound.

Asked for a basin of water from the aunt in the next room, and after washing off the ink on his face, Tang Jingxu walked over, frowned at the young man who was squatting on the ground with his writing in his hands, and suddenly grabbed the paper with his hands, and crumpled it into a mess. The regiment threw it away casually, and happened to hit a passing wild dog, and barked at the wild dog a few times, suddenly stopped smiling, and said softly: "What you said are all good stories, but they are also all lies .”

"What about the truth?"

"The truth, do you want to hear it?" Tang Jingxu raised his hand and brushed away the hair sticking to his face because of the water, seeing the boy nodded without hesitation, his eyes were stained with a playful smile, "First Tell me, in your heart, what kind of existence is Lian?"

The young man pondered for a moment, then replied loudly: "Only fight the war of invasion, not to expand the territory, with the world in mind, a famous general who protects the country and is loyal to the emperor."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Jingxu burst out laughing. For some reason, in the young man's eyes, his laughter was full of bitterness and self-deprecation. The young man was puzzled, and asked with a frown, "What are you laughing at?"

Tang Jingxu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, shook his head, and said, "I just laughed at him for not knowing what to do."

The boy's face was displeased: "Why did you say that?"

Tang Jingxu raised his finger and pointed to his heart, looked at the young man steadfastly, and said, "As a subject, there is only room for one person here, how can he embrace the world? Heh, why not go out to fight for the expansion of the land? It's because he speaks so much, Yin Only then did the country become a place where iron cavalry scrambled to set foot first, so the country was destroyed."

After a long silence, Tang Jingxu stood up, looked down at the young man who was sitting on the ground condescendingly, turned and left.

Formally met Ying Huang, who had just been established as the crown prince.

On that day, Tang Jingxu sneaked into the palace at night in order to taste the fine wine that a special envoy of a certain country paid tribute to the royal family of Ying country. When he hugged the wine jar and climbed over the wall, he happened to catch a glimpse of him wearing an apricot-yellow robe with four dragon patterns, alone. Standing behind a rockery with his hands behind his back, he stared fixedly at a palace not far away.

Recognizing him at a glance, Tang Jingxu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that three years ago, the calm young man was actually the fifth prince who was rumored to be the "Son of God".

It is said that the mother of the fifth prince is an unfavored nobleman who has two sons, the fifth prince Yingxuan and the thirteenth prince Yingli.

Originally, concubine not being favored is considered a common thing in the palace, but the thirteenth prince is the lone star of the gods. When his mother was about to give birth, the imperial capital was flooded with hundreds of acres of fertile land in successive torrential rains. The mother of the yellow flag on the altar almost died of dystocia.

It sounded strange at the time, but Tang Jingxu made calculations, only to find that those things were purely accidental, and it was just a coincidence that they collided to create a so-called "Lone Star of the Devil".

But since then, there have been rumors in the palace. The emperor didn't say anything publicly, but he was disgusted with the mother and child. People became contemptuous and disdainful, even a little girl who made clothes dared to turn her nostrils up in front of them.

The life of the three of them in the palace can be described as bleak, and Yingli's child was hated to the core by the nobleman. As a mother, she blamed all these misfortunes on an innocent child. Killed him, and was stopped by Ying Xuan several times, and he didn't give up until he got in front of the emperor, but since he was young, he has been reprimanded and beaten, and the first thing he does every day when he opens his eyes is to pull his ears Pull him out of the bed, punish him to kneel at the door, point to his forehead and blame him for the bad luck he brought, and attribute Ying Xuan's outstanding conduct to him, who was treated coldly and deliberately ignored by the emperor.

As time passed, Yingli's heart became dusty little by little, and he silently endured all indifference, bad words, and even atrocities.But there are exceptions to his silence. When he is alone with Ying Xuan, he will rarely open his mouth to answer the questions of the emperor's brother, but he will never experience emotional fluctuations, and most of the time he just seals himself in a dark corner.

Thinking back, Tang Jingxu wanted to pretend he didn't see it and turn his head to leave, but his gaze involuntarily followed Ying Xuan's gaze to that place.

I saw a child about seven or eight years old kneeling at the gate of the palace courtyard. Tang Jingxu guessed that it should be the thirteenth prince Yingli. He didn't make a sound, and swayed gently in the cold wind, like a seedling that was about to be blown down by the wind at any time.

For some reason, seeing the deep scratches left by Ying Xuan's fingers on the rockery, Tang Jingxu's thought of turning over and jumping off the wall disappeared instantly. He wanted to know why this "son of the oracle" was already alone, She is above others, but she still can't protect her beloved younger brother.

Suddenly, Ying Xuan slammed his fist hard on the rockery, just when Tang Jingxu thought he couldn't help but run over, he suddenly stopped, turned his back and hid in the shadow of the rockery again , Caught off guard and met upper eyes, both of them were taken aback, before Tang Jingxu could speak, Ying Xuan stretched out his index finger to his lips, motioning him to keep silent.

Tang Jingxu understood, and nimbly landed beside him without making a sound, and poked out a pair of eyes from the side of the rockery to look at Yingli's place.

I saw a woman walking towards him in a hurry holding an ink-colored paper umbrella. She was dressed as a sin slave of Ye Ting Palace. She knelt down and took Ying Li into her arms. After a short while, a maid came out of the house. Respectfully bowed to her, did not know what to say, the woman took Ying Li and kowtowed, got up and took him away.

Seeing this, Tang Jingxu couldn't help feeling puzzled. It stands to reason that the criminal slaves of Yeting Palace could not leave the courtyard, and their status was extremely low. How could they take away the prince who was punished to kneel so easily?

Tang Jingxu was even more puzzled by Ying Xuan's relieved reaction, why did the woman look more like the brothers' mother?However, the woman looked to be only about ten years older than Ying Xuan, so such a guess would inevitably seem absurd.So, who is she?

After the two of them walked away, Ying Xuan turned to Tang Jingxu, looked him up and down with undisguised surprise on his face, and asked hesitantly, "You were the one who imitated General Jianzhi on the street three years ago?" The person with the copybook?"

"No, I'm not." Tang Jingxu shook his head.

"Then you are an assassin." After finishing speaking, Ying Xuan waved his hand lightly, and then the cold blade touched Tang Jingxu's neck.

Seeing the Shadow Guard appearing beside him, Tang Jingxu laughed, not paying attention to the bloody neck, and changed his expression without changing his expression: "I am."

Ying Xuan nodded: "Ru Feng, step back."

"Yes." Rufeng retreated in response.

"I'm sorry, I'm Yingxuan, I don't know how to address Mr.?" Yingxuan bowed his body with fists folded, and his words were respectful.

"Tang Jingxu." Tang Jingxu leaned on the rockery and raised his chin at him, "Does His Royal Highness believe it?"

Ying Xuan hesitated for a moment, and said seriously, "I believe."

Tang Jingxu: "Why?"

"I brought back the characters you lost that day, and compared them with the original handwritings left by General Jianji in the imperial study room. The general suffered from a hidden illness due to his wrist injury, and the later characters will always have trembling left at the folding edge. It is difficult for even the Master Lintie to get this detail right, but you can easily do it on the table with missing feet without showing any deliberation, so it is not surprising to say that it is you.”

"Based on this alone?"

Ying Xuan looked him straight in the eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone knows that General Jian Yan ascended to God when he was on the verge of death, so it is not unusual to appear here at this moment nearly 800 years later."

Tang Jingxu glanced at him noncommittally, narrowed his eyes and looked at the faintly exposed bird's nest on the branch, and said in a very soft voice: "So?"

"The truth. I want to recover the truth you owe."