Minister Gu Ming can't take care of himself

Xu Guanchen stood beside the carriage in a daze, and let Xiao Zhi support his head, and kissed the corner of his eyes.

The guards brought by Xiao Zhi drove the other carriages far away, and they were blocked by a large robe and sleeves. Not many people have seen Xiao Zhi here. Looking from a distance, it seems that Xiao Zhi is in front of him , what to say to him.

Xu Guanchen came to his senses, pushed him, pushed him back into the carriage, and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Xiao Zhi said, "Come here to pick you up."

"I……"

Xiao Zhi caressed his face with his thumb, then pressed his bloodless lower lip, and smiled playfully: "Poor, you look so pitiful."

Xu Guanchen couldn't hear any other meaning in his words, he just said: "The matter here is not over, I'm afraid it will take a while, I..."

Xiao Zhi patted his face lightly: "You go."

Xu Guanchen nodded: "Then I will go first."

He turned around and entered the He Mansion with the little Cheng Gonggong in casual clothes.

Chai Bo was standing at the bottom of the steps, seeing him approaching, he called "Grandpa" softly.

The battle in front of the gate was so big that it had already alarmed everyone, and Chai Bo was also asking him.

Xu Guanchen thought for a while, and replied vaguely: "There is a nobleman in the palace, His Majesty sent to see it."

Chai Bo responded, and then led him into the main hall of He Mansion.

The mourning hall has been re-arranged, and those who burned papers and beat the banners, accompanied by crying and thanking the gift, and people from the distant houses next to the He Mansion have also been put on top one by one.

Xu Guanchen took a closer look and found that almost all the rich and powerful families in the city had sent people here.Several old grandpas, who probably sold Ding Guogong's face, also sent people here.Almost all of the teacher's former students, whom he recognized, have also arrived.

Yang Xun's carriage also arrived unsteadily, Yang Xun got off the carriage, stood still, still looking at Xu Guanchen with hatred and resentment in his eyes.

Xu Guanchen ignored him and entered the hall.

He Jijiu died for three days, and everyone was afraid to avoid it. No one thought that Dingguo's government would stand up to hold the funeral.Seeing Xu Guanchen coming at this time, they all hold their breath and stand quietly in place.

The young princes here have the highest rank, and the funeral is assisted by the Dingguo government, and the students are considered half-students, so naturally Xu Guanchen is the first to offer incense and kowtow.

Everyone saw that his footsteps were flimsy, his face was pale, and his gestures of worshiping incense and kowtowing were respectful and sincere, clearly showing a very sad appearance.

I temporarily wrote a sacrificial article, not mentioning the political affairs at all, only talking about the friendship between teachers and students.

It happened, Xu Guanchen was dizzy, he couldn't even stand still, so Eunuch Xiao Cheng supported him and took him down to rest.

Xu Guanchen came and shuffled away.The hem of the clothes raised light dust from the ground, as if this person in plain clothes and robes was just like a wisp of white smoke, unable to hold back a gust of wind.

Going out from the corridor on the left side of the main hall, Xu Guanchen leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll go sit in the teacher's yard, you can ask your majesty..."

Fearing that there will be too many people talking here, Xu Guanchen changed his words: "Ask the man in the carriage, if he can't wait, please ask him to go back first, I will go back later."

After finishing speaking, Xu Guanchen dragged his steps forward, his clothes rustling, and traces were drawn on the snow.

Eunuch Xiaocheng wanted to follow him again, but he waved his hand and said no.

Xu Guanchen went alone to the courtyard where He Jijiu used to live.

The courtyard is extraordinarily large, and the study on the same side is connected, so that the scholars who come to study can stand there.

Xu Guanchen clasped his hands together and walked around the He Ji wine room.

He came to He Mansion twice, and the teacher had only a few words with him.

But he didn't remember anything, and it was the teacher's words "you didn't do anything wrong" that calmed his mind down.

He paced back and forth from the opened corridor to the study.

Xu Guanchen has been here many times, and he has read all the books on the four walls of the study.

There is also the "Nanhua Jing" spread out on the desk.

When Xu Guanchen was brought to the He Mansion to open the door, He Jijiu randomly picked up a copy of the "Southern China Sutra" and asked him about it.

Later, Xu Guanchen went to Qingzhou to practice Taoism, and became a Taoist boy when he was only ten years old.Xiao Daotong often wrote letters to his teacher, asking him about the sentences in the Daoist scriptures.He Jijiu is a Confucian student and doesn't know much about the Taoist scriptures. For the sake of his students, he learned Taoism from the beginning, and later wrote books by annotating the scriptures.

He Jijiu often said in his letter that he shouldn't have asked him about Taoist scriptures at that time, which made him become a Taoist priest.

He Jijiu teaches students to benefit the people, but he loves a student who went halfway to become a Taoist priest.

Xu Guanchen wiped his eyes, helped the teacher close the book, turned and left.

There is a clump of green bamboos in front of the study door. At this time, the green bamboos are covered with snow, and the wind blows clusters of snowflakes, which fall on the shoulders and hair of someone under the bamboo tree.

Yang Xun.

Hand-picked the rules of Tanhualang, not only is he well-educated, but also a handsome young scholar.With a face like a crown of jade and eyes like lacquer, Yang Xun is the Tanhualang of a certain year's scientific research.

He was standing under the tree right now, beckoning to Xu Guanchen, calling him in a warm voice: "Little Immortal."

This is Xu Guanchen's alias, which he used to call out for fun.

Xu Guanchen felt a dull pain in his heart, and stood under the eaves, not knowing what he meant.

Yang Xun approached, stood on the side of the wooden railing outside the eaves, raised his hand to wipe off the snowflakes on his shoulders, and said, "Are you coming to see the teacher too?"

"Yes." Xu Guanchen nodded, "If you want to go in, go in."

Yang Xun laughed twice, walked around the railing, and walked down the stone steps to the eaves.

Pushing open the door but not going in, Yang Xun stepped lightly and stood behind Xu Guanchen silently.

He folded his hands in his sleeves, and before he could make any movements, Mr. Cheng just happened to come.

"I thought the young master was still in the yard next door, so it would be easier for the slaves to find."

Xu Guanchen replied in a daze: "That time."

As soon as he turned around, he saw Yang Xun standing behind him.

Yang Xun asked him: "Do you remember, what did you call me in this study?"

Xu Guanchen pursed his lips and said softly, "Senior brother."

Xiao Qi and He Zhen are dead, and now the teacher is gone, whether they love or hate, they have no other relationship.

Xu Guanchen stood still and made a bow to him: "This is the last time I call senior brother like this."

"Yeah." Yang Xun nodded, "You go too, Junior Brother."

Xu Guanchen left He Mansion with Eunuch Xiao Cheng, and the carriage in the palace was still parked across the long street.

The guards separated the people around and opened a way for Xu Guanchen.

The person in the carriage lifted the curtain, turned his head to look at him, and mouthed two words: "Come here."

So Xu Guanchen passed by.

When he lifted the hem of his clothes and stepped on the footstool, he caught a glimpse of a cold light from above out of the corner of his eye, quickly regained his senses, shouted "Xiao Yuzhi", threw himself into the carriage, and hurriedly pushed him down.

Xu Guanchen was terribly frightened, lying on Xiao Zhi's body, his hands still pressed on his chest, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his face was also red.

Xiao Zhi asked him: "What?"

"I..." Xu Guanchen raised his head slightly, looked around, and then pricked up his ears to listen to the surrounding voices, "I seem to see something, it should be a cold arrow or a hidden weapon."

But everything was as usual, Xu Guanchen himself had some doubts about himself: "Maybe I was wrong."

Xu Guanchen let out a long sigh of relief, and got up from Xiao Zhi: "Don't delay, let's go back early."

The wagon wheels rolled over the snow.

"Your eyes..." Xiao Zhi raised his hand and touched the end of his eyes, "Are you crying because of your teacher, or are you worried about me because someone is assassinating you?"

Xu Guanchen didn't answer, probably all of them.

After a while, Xu Guanchen asked him: "Do you still have many enemies?"

Xiao Zhi didn't care much: "Probably."

"You didn't get out of the carriage, and you were far away, and few people here looked at you carefully, and they didn't know that you would come today..." Xu Guanchen thought carefully, "Maybe I was wrong. "

"Someone went to check."

"But I shouted that voice just now, everyone should know by now that you are in the carriage."

"will not."

"what?"

Xiao Zhi said firmly, "You called 'Xiao Yuzhi'. No one else knows this name except you."

Facts have proved that Xu Guanchen was not mistaken.

When he was meditating at night, Mr. Xiao Cheng held a blue-feathered arrow on a wooden tray and placed it in front of Xiao Zhi.

The arrow was found in the attic behind the He Mansion, and it was nailed to the wooden railing.

After Xu Guanchen finished his meditation and sat down, Xiao Zhi was using a towel to pad his hands, fiddling with the arrowhead of the arrow.

Xu Guanchen asked: "Isn't this... the arrow used by Uncle Pei's men?"

"Yes."

The shape of the casting is the same, as is the blue feather on the nock of the arrow.

Xiao Zhi said again: "It's not something complicated, someone else can make it."

"so."

Xu Guanchen sat down in front of him, stretched out his hand to move, but Xiao Zhi slapped him away: "Don't touch, the arrow is poisonous."

"Ok?"

"Windstone go."

It is a peculiar poison unique to the Northwest. The person who named it compared the effect of this poison to the wind blowing away a stone, so it was named this.

This is also the poison in General Pei's hands, or...

Xiao Zhi said: "Back then when Xiao Qi was assassinated in the hunting ground and palace, you traveled all day for him and asked me for medicine. At that time, Xiao Qizhong also had this kind of poison."

"Yes." Xu Guanchen nodded, "That arrow is also a blue-feathered arrow."

"So you think I did it."

At that time Xiao Zhi asked him several times whether he believed him or not, but Xu Guanchen didn't say anything.

Xu Guanchen lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry."

After a while, Xu Guanchen sighed, and took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his arms: "Actually, there are..."

Inside the veil, there is an arrow and an arrow tail. The arrow is rusted, and the arrow tail has faded, but it can be seen that it was originally blue.

"At that time, when I was going from Jinling to Yanbei, in the post house, someone shot a dark arrow in the middle of the night, and it was the same."

Xiao Zhi immediately turned gloomy: "So this time you didn't even ask me, just convicted me and hid in Yanbei for a year without coming back."

"I..." Xu Guanchen lowered his head, but still said, "I'm sorry."

"Other people also have this thing." Xiao Zhi said coldly, "Maybe your Seventh Highness Xiao Qi also has it."

Xu Guanchen remained silent.

Neither of the two of them remembered to ask, at that time Xu Guanchen clearly thought that Xiao Zhi was going to kill him, why did he leave the arrowhead and the tail of the arrow, wrapped them in a veil and kept them in his bosom.

It will never be... kept as a souvenir.