Lintai Storm Record

They are all green, as if wrapped in layers of leaves, not at all like the big trees in the capital, whose trunks are always like a layer of old man's skin, dry and rough, with deep wrinkles.

"It's here?" Song Qianzhi pulled his hand out of Lu Guan's palm, "Your hands are sweating a lot."

Zhou Xian fanned his neck with his hand, frowned and said, "It's so hot in February, we've been exiled here."

Songzhou and Xunzhou have always been places where high-ranking officials were exiled. Like the northern border of Great Chu, they were also places where the emperor dealt with officials who did not like his eyes.It's just that the northern region is bitterly cold, while the southern climate is unbearable, but it is a truly prosperous place.

"We'll wash together later." Lu Guan said softly.

Song Qianzhi blushed, and muttered in a low voice: "Whoever washes with you, you should wash yourself." If you wash together twice, your waist will be broken.

Lu Guan didn't hear Song Qianzhi's muttering, and went to knock on the door.

The door knocked three times, and again.

Footsteps came from inside the door.

"Who is it?" An old man's voice.

"Uncle Wu, it's me." Lu Guan replied in a low voice, "Qing Shan Ke."

The wooden door remained motionless.

Lu Guan said again: "The road to Qingshan is infinite."

The door squeaked, and then slowly opened, revealing a wrinkled face inside the door, the old man's beard and hair were all white, he was holding a crutch, his back was hunched, his sunken eyes were still elegant, and he was hale and hearty.

His crutches paused on the ground, and he responded to Lu Guan word by word: "The white head does not belong to people. Come in and talk about it." The old man glanced at Song Qianzhi and Zhou Xian behind Lu Guan. Qingfeng turned around, returned to Lu Guan's face without leaving a trace, held Lu Guan's hand with his empty hand, and pulled him into the yard like holding his own son.

Under the lamp, a man in his 30s was playing marbles. He held five or six crystal clear beads in his hand, and raised his hand to the height of a palm away from the table. Able to make marbles fall down.Next, there was the rattling sound of marbles rolling down into the wooden tray.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he played this game with himself over and over again.

"There's nothing good. Aunt Qi's steamed rice buns, you guys have a try." The old man who opened the door was Wu Yingzhong, a well-known scholar in the capital. Walk on cold ground.

"He's still the same." Lu Guan pushed Song Qianzhi to the table, and tore off a large green leaf wrapped in a steamed bun. The steaming rice fragrance was mixed with unknown herbs and trees. Song Qianzhi started to chew on the steamed bun, his cheeks Let's help each other, and listen to Wu Yingzhong while eating.

"Yeah, the same way." Wu Yingzhong rolled up his sleeves, exposing his arms full of age spots, "Eat them all, it's delicious." He took a big bite first, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction, and the slit was hidden. In tufted lashes.

Song Qianzhi sincerely praised: "It's delicious!"

Wu Yingzhong laughed loudly, and grabbed one for Song Qianzhi.

The sudden sound of marbles in the back room broke the harmonious atmosphere of talking and laughing.

Only Lu Guan knew Wu Yingzhong here, obviously, this was not the first time he had been looking for Wu Yingzhong.

At Lu Guan's age, he and Wu Yingzhong would not have known each other for too long, if it was before or after the death of the first emperor, it would be ten years, and Lu Guan was only thirteen or fourteen years old at that time.At that time, Lu Guan should have known Fu Mingshao and studied with him.

Song Qianzhi finished eating one rice bun, tore off the skin of the second one, and continued eating.

"Last year was approaching, and I met a miracle doctor."

Old man Wu's eyes suddenly brightened.

"Dead." Lu Guan said.

"Good people don't live long." Wu Yingzhong snorted, "Where are we going to move this time?"

Song Qianzhi frowned.From this point of view, Lu Guan has already approached Wu Yingzhong many times. When Fu Mingmao first mentioned Li Xuan, Lu Guan should have known in his heart what Fu Mingmao wanted him to investigate. At that time, Lu Guan did not intend to let him know about Wu Yingzhong. In other words, Lu Guan no longer intends to hide it from him, he wants to let Fu Mingshao's secret surface.

If what Fu Mingmao said was a lie, it would be meaningless to investigate Li Xuan. There is only one possibility, the first emperor was indeed killed by Fu Mingshao.

However, this creates another tricky situation.

Neither Fu Mingmao nor Fu Mingshao were good candidates to be emperor. For their own selfishness, one could kill his father, while the other brought foreigners into the country and killed his own people.

But after Fu Mingshao was established as the crown prince, Rongzong's heirs were eradicated one by one. Except for two unsatisfactory candidates, there was no third person who was qualified to be promoted to the throne.

Song Qianzhi bit the rice bun and sighed, suddenly felt his stomach bloated, and handed him a cup of tea.

Song Qianzhi followed the teacup to see Lu Guan's hand, Lu Guan only took a quick look, and said to Wu Yingzhong: "No, this time I want to invite Master Wu to return to Beijing."

Wu Yingzhong's eyes swelled suddenly, the eyeballs were about to fall off, his face turned red and purple.

Song Qianzhi suddenly realized and shouted: "He's choking, Lu Guan!"

Lu Guan stepped behind Wu Yingzhong and patted him on the back.Song Qianzhi hurriedly poured tea to Wu Yingzhong, Wu Yingzhong danced wildly in the air, and Song Qianzhi poured him a cup of tea.

As Lu Guan massaged Wu Yingzhong's back vigorously with his palm, it turned into a fist, and he hammered Wu Yingzhong's back hard.

Wu Yingzhong stretched his neck, sideways coughed out a mouthful of rice bun mixed with tea residue, and gasped for breath.

After coughing for a while, Wu Yingzhong managed to slow down, wiped away the coughed tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb, and sighed, "What are you doing back in Beijing? Just kill yourself if you stretch your neck?"

Lu Guan pursed his lips tightly.He is good at making claims, once Wu Yingzhong is taken back, the capital will change.

back room.

"Da, da, da, da, da."

There was a sad light in Wu Yingzhong's eyes, he let out a long breath, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes again.

"The old minister owes the late emperor's grace."

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