The yellow eyes are dust-free and self-evident, and the turbid water is also clear.

The red sky and thick soil are always lonely, and there are thousands of rivers, thousands of mountains and another city.

The east gate of Jincheng is sparsely populated, and there are occasionally a few officers and soldiers galloping on horses on the wide official road. As they approached the city gates, they were silent, because the eastern city was crowded with most of the merchants of the city. These people have a huge disparity in status, and some of them are even among the courtiers, and even if the servants go out, they are still dressed in fine clothes, and they are even more beautiful than ordinary people.

As the saying goes, good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. The ancients realized the ugliness of human nature a long time ago.

When chatting, people tend to relish the bad things that have happened to someone, and are more inclined to inquire about others**. This kind of thing of comforting the heart under the pretense of other people's suffering abounds. That's how they find a sense of pleasure. This kind of soul pleasure is hidden in the depths of everyone's heart like a cancer.

The light ones can still be self-disciplined, and the heavy ones commit crimes.

There is no need to deliberately investigate, the affairs of the Jin family will naturally spread throughout Gaotang Prefecture.

Towards noon, the biting chill suddenly resembled a rout of the fighting spirit, captured by the warm south wind. A moist breath wafted in, and a thick fog suddenly fell from the clear sky.

The fog falls in the middle of the day, which is very strange. But what is even more surprising is that the fog not only came suddenly, but also violently.

The dark ink-like streets are chaotic, and the heavens and the earth are like demons, which is terrifying. The majestic government stands next to the official road in the north of Jincheng, it is like a monster showing a corner in the thick fog, and you can vaguely see two sword-carrying officials lining the side of the door.

Suddenly, a messenger hurriedly ran out of the yamen, he took the reins handed by Ma Si, jumped over, and turned on his horse.

"Drive!"

In the thick fog, the messenger couldn't see anything in front of him. He rode slowly and cautiously, praying in his heart that the fog would light down when he left the city. As he walked, the messenger's face suddenly froze, and he forgot to take the dry food on the road. After such a turnaround, as soon as I went out again, the thick fog in the sky instantly condensed into dew on the eyelids.

He stretched out his five fingers in confusion, and his nose was damp with rain and dew. Less than a foot away, I couldn't see the lines of my fingertips like night.

"This day......" the messenger glanced at the music in his hand, shook his head and sighed.

Outside the eastern city, the sun is like a bright moon, bleak and unpretentious.

The weeping willows took off their broken skirts and swayed in the wind, and the slightest rain and mist seemed to have really faded, some wrapped around the old trunks of the locust trees, and some mischievously kissed the tall posture of the poplars.

The messenger narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. In the deep fog, he could only walk along the hazy and recognizable road trees on both sides of the official road. The city behind him gradually remembered the sound of firecrackers before the meal, and in the days of this family reunion, maybe he was the only one who was busy! The messenger touched the dry food in his arms, gritted his teeth and was angry. After thinking about it, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, there must be no one on the road, so I simply clamped the horse's belly with my legs and shouted "Drive!" "Lunge forward.

As the saying goes, no book is written without coincidence. The messenger had just rushed up, when suddenly a rickety figure emerged from the white mist.

"Imperial ~!"

The messenger was taken aback by what he saw. With a jerk on the reins, the horse's front hooves soared into the air, and the man stood up. The big black jujube-like eyes trembled sharply with fright, and there was fear in their eyes. The steed snorted in the air, and only after three breaths did it stomp on the ground. What was even more suspenseful was that the sudden collapse of the front hooves landed right in front of the man's heels.

"You!"

The messenger finally stopped the shock in his heart, pointed his knife at the man under the horse, and opened his mouth to scold, but it was in the way of his identity. "Who is coming, and why is it blocking the path of this messenger?"

"The yellow eyes are dust-free and the heart is self-evident, and the turbid water is frozen and the lotus root is also clear. The red sky and thick soil are always lonely, and there are thousands of rivers, thousands of mountains and another city. "The man chanted poetry to himself, limped around the horse's head and walked to the messenger, and his eyes were actually a Taoist priest wearing a yellow heavenly robe." What are you doing in such a hurry? Instead of answering the messenger's question, he rebuked him.

"Humph! This messenger has been ordered to enter Beijing, and if you delay the hour, be careful that I will take your life! The messenger put away his sword and wanted to leave, but he was stopped by the man again.

"Little brother, you should go out of Beicheng when you enter Beijing, I'm afraid you're going in the wrong direction!" The yellow-robed Taoist smiled slightly, and didn't care about the messenger's arrogant words, "The sky is full of frost and frost, and the noon monarch does not know the immortals." There is a change in this day, and the little brother needs to be careful of that! The old way is dustless, let's meet again! ”

The messenger listened to the words of the old Tao and felt a slight smile in his heart, the fog falling at noon was already strange, and it was even more strange when the old man said this. However, he was on official business, and when he returned home during the New Year's Festival, he didn't put Feng Wuchen's words in his ears. The messenger stared at Feng Wuchen's back and disappeared into the fog, and sneered: "The matter of this ya, hum!" You are a lame Hanako who knows something! ”

The messenger couldn't stop laughing, and the box walked into the east gate without dust.

The thick white mist cleverly concealed the evils of the world, and fifty feet in front of the messenger, a thin line crossed the road and was tied to the locust trees on both sides. Not high, not low, just at the level of his neck. The messenger galloped along the wide official road, unaware that danger was approaching.

Feng Wuchen's limping figure did not enter the sight of the people of Jincheng, he actually came straight to the door of the golden house, looked up at the door plaque, and looked at the rockery in the courtyard through the open gate.

The rocky mountains are rugged and the green trees are evergreen. The small scenery arranged by the Jin family is elegant and ingenious.

"It's a pity...... Ay! The mountain blocks the way ahead, and the water seals thousands of miles of gold! Feng Wuchen shook his head, stepped over the high threshold, and limped in.

The north wind returned to the earth with an unwilling roar, and the layers of mist suddenly retreated as if it were coming. The sunlight returned, and the dazzling light fell on the third aunt's too anxious eyes through the window paper.

The delicate face in the copper-colored mirror is sorrowful, like rippling water, which makes people feel pity. All kinds of things are chaotic and clueless, and on the surface, all the fingers are pointed at the Jin family, but in fact, there are undercurrents. Jian Feng has done everything he can to help, and the rest of the things are like a pile of mud in the third aunt's too weak heart.

The third aunt sighed, rubbed her eyes, closed her eyes and thought deeply.

Linlang must have done something, otherwise it would not make Li Zhidi suddenly suspicious. He chose to be interrogated in court at an early stage, and there must have been an ulterior motive in it.

"Does it take time to erase the evidence?" The third aunt's eyes were haggard, "This is the last chance." What to do? Hey——! ”

When the third aunt was too worried, a faint shadow appeared from the window, and after a while she walked to the door and called softly, "Madam." It's Cui'er, and the third aunt responded: "Hmm! ”

"There was a lame old man outside, saying he wanted to beg for food." Cui'er stood at the door and listened for a while, "Madame......"

"Take him to the wings!" The third aunt shook her head weakly with her hand on her forehead, and smiled with pity. After Cui'er left, she continued to stare blankly at the yellow face in the mirror with her cheeks in her eyes. "Hey! If the Jin family can't hold on, they will disperse like this...... It's just a pity that Linlang, this hard-working girl, was imprisoned for the Jin family. ”

After a while, Cui'er returned to the door again, and her excited words were full of surprise: "Madam, Madam! Great, great! The Taoist chief said that he could resolve the crisis in the house! ”

The third aunt straightened up suddenly, her sleepy eyes were round, and her phoenix eyes were shining. "Where is the Taoist chief now, please come quickly!"

"Back to Mrs. Hui's words, the Taoist chief is still eating in the wing, and Cui'er has already asked Aunt Xiang to cook him some more delicious meals and send them over. I should have almost eaten by this time, so I'm going to ask the Taoist chief,"

"No!" The third aunt got up in a hurry and hurriedly glanced at the bronze mirror. While putting the falling green silk behind his ears, he walked to the door and opened the door and said, "This is too rude, I'd better go there myself!" ”

Feng Wuchen smiled, chewed the fat and oily duck meat, and drank a fragrant wine. Although he has a half-crippled leg, he seems to have a temperament that cannot be despised lightly. The thin face has thick eyebrows like swords, and the ink eyes are deep and shiny. He didn't have a mustache like those swaggering Taoist priests, on the contrary, he didn't have a single stubble on his clean face.

"How does the Taoist know that there is a problem in the house?" The third aunt was restless in front of Feng Wuchen, and when they first met, she believed that the person in front of her had the ability to reach the sky.

Feng Wuchen didn't answer, pointed to the clear sky and pecked a sip of wine.

"What does the Taoist mean by providence?"

In the entire Golden House, only the second aunt and grandmother believe in Buddhism. That's just asking for a sense of steadyness. In addition, the people of the Golden Mansion believe in themselves, which is also the result of the fact that the Golden Pond is influenced by Taoist thoughts. If it weren't for the fact that the current imperial court examination is based on the Four Books and Five Classics, he would definitely not send Jin Rui to the Confucian Mansion to study Confucianism.

"Nope! Madame may have misunderstood the meaning of the old way! Feng Wuchen raised his head from the table full of food, "The affairs of the Jin family should conform to the will of heaven, and the old Tao is just here to repay a favor!" ”