Knock –

Knock –

The thick morning bell rang from the bell and drum tower of the Guozijian, and the sound of reading aloud was like a tide.

In the courtyard behind Guozijian, Song Yu stood in front of the painting case in the peach blossom forest, sketching a picture of a beautiful woman on the peach branch in front of him. From time to time, the rice paper of the painting case is crumpled into a ball and thrown into the paper basket next to it, not because he is impetuous, but simply dissatisfied with the painting.

I don't know how many pieces of paper I threw it, but the paper ball accidentally smashed on the edge of the bamboo basket and landed under the peach tree.

The breeze rises quietly.

A snow-white hand appeared in the peach forest, picked up the paper ball and put it back in the bamboo basket.

Song Yu raised his eyes, and there was a middle-aged man in front of him, with a beardless jaw and a face like a crown of jade, but there was lingering sorrow between his eyebrows, and he was a little more old out of thin air.

"Jia Yi, long time no see."

"Lord Wang."

Jia Yi, who was dressed in a white scholar's robe, stayed on the picture scroll under the peach branch, just glanced at it and turned away, and slowly walked into the teahouse.

Song Yu was still depicting the scroll, and it was not until he was dissatisfied with the stop again that he put down the brush, walked slowly into the tea house, sat on the ground in front of Jia Yi, and tossed the tea set on the small stove.

Jia Yi was silent, just sitting upright, even if he sat in front of him, as long as ordinary people didn't look up, they couldn't feel the slightest breath, as if they didn't exist.

Song Yu was not surprised by this, because Jia Yi was a dead soldier cultivated by the Cui clan in Youzhou since childhood, and the most outstanding master among the gate valves, just like Lao Xiao around Xu Buling, he could carry the master out of the sea of corpses and blood with the power of one person.

It's a pity that the world is impermanent, no matter how outstanding the guards and dead soldiers are, they can prevent people, but they can't prevent the sky.

Jia Yi entered the palace with Queen Cui, Queen Cui was not conspired by the palace people who competed for favor and power, but died of heart disease, even if Jia Yi has the ability to reach the sky, what can he do?

Grunt grunt –

The two men sat opposite each other in front of the small stove, and the tea gradually boiled, and a white mist came out.

Jia Yi looked at the teapot calmly, and only took a breath for a long time, and his voice was a little sharp:

"The prince summoned me here, but is there something important?"

Song Yu made tea seriously, as easy-going and elegant as ever: "It's just a matter of reminiscing." ”

Reminiscing about the past refers to the exchange between friends to reminisce about the past, but for Jia Yi, after the death of the master, there is nothing meaningful left in the past except for the unforgettable scars.

"Throughout the ages, those who are called 'true gentlemen' are often villains. I'm not friends with you."

"Hehe......"

Song Yu was not angry at the evaluation of this crime: "The merits and demerits of people have their own conclusions, and there is no need for you and me to worry about it." I asked you to come here today to ask you to borrow something. ”

Jia Yi picked up the teacup, ignored that the tea was still hot, and took a sip gently: "What is it?" ”

Song Yu was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Ten years ago, the Iron Eagle hunted deer, and King Su and the imperial brother were estranged, and they had already been separated from each other, and they had lost their old feelings. ”

Jia Yi's expression was flat: "As far as I know, the Holy Lord has never expressed the idea of cutting the domain. ”

Song Yu shook his head: "How can you guess the mind of the king of a country...... In the winter of last year, the prince of Su Wang entered Beijing, was ambushed in the area of the Wei River, and escaped to Chang'an by luck, but he was locked in the dragon Gu...... Do you know if you don't let this person? ”

Jia Yi thought back for a moment: "According to the dictation of my father-in-law, the son of King Su is a martial artist, and if time comes, he will not be able to crown the world, and his talent is far better than mine." It's just that his character is impulsive and murderous, his edge is too strong and strong, and he is easy to fold. ”

Song Yu nodded and sighed softly: "I was originally an evil Jiao among people, but I was tied to the reins. The evil Jiao is the evil Jiao, either breaking the cocoon and turning into a dragon, or breaking the halberd and sinking into the sand, how can it allow people to be driven by a rope. After Xu Buling entered Beijing, he has been secretly tracking down the matter of locking the dragon Gu, and he has been enduring it for a year, and if he can't find any clues, he is afraid that he will have to take risks. ”

Jia Yi frowned: "What does the prince mean?" ”

Song Yu sat on the ground with his knees propped up, picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Back in the capital, I, the imperial brother, Xu You, the three of them were like brothers, and if I didn't let them, they were my sons and nephews." Now that I am not in a desperate situation, how can I, who is an uncle, sit idly by...... I sent him a few days ago, and I am afraid that the case will be found soon, and I will enter the palace after that. ”

Jia Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Song Yu carefully for a long time:

"The Lock Dragon Gu is a saint?"

"Yes, the evidence is ruined."

"Why don't you just kill Xu Buling and cut down the grass and eradicate the roots?"

"I didn't kill it at that time, and when I arrived in Chang'an, I couldn't avoid suspicion, so I couldn't kill it."

Jia Yi took a deep breath and was silent for a long time before looking at Song Yu:

"Lord Wang, do you want to ask me what to borrow?"

Song Yu turned his head to look at the portrait in the peach blossom forest, and sighed softly:

"Xiao Wan is weak, but she is naturally stubborn, staying alone under Jiuquan, I am afraid she has been waiting for a few years at the bridge. I can't go down to see her before I finish my business, I hope you can take the first step and continue to protect Xiaowan. ”

The cold wind was blowing, and the teahouse was quiet.

The silence lasted for a long time, and only the sound of tea churning was 'poof'.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, and the woman shouted anxiously from far and near:

"Lord Wang! Rajah! Xu Shizi is drunk and beating, go and stop it, don't cripple Xiao Gongzi......"

Song Yu stood up, raised his hand to Jia Yi and saluted, then turned around and walked out of the courtyard gate, and followed Song Yufu to Wenqu Garden.

In the courtyard full of peach trees, it wasn't until Song Yu left that Jia Yi stood up and walked out of the teahouse.

The footsteps were silent, and they came to the front of the painting.

The picture scroll hangs on the peach branch, and the cardamom girl in a Luo skirt trots through the forest with her skirt in full bloom, turning around to reveal half of her face, with a little panic.

"Who are you...... Don't draw me...... I'm......"

The aftersound echoed in my ears, as if I had returned to the peach forest in Youzhou.

Jia Yi walked closer, raised his hand and touched it lightly on the scroll, looked at Xu Danqing's signature in the lower left corner, and some memories came to mind......

Xu Danqing painted three paintings that year, one was hung in the imperial study, and the other was hung here, and the painting that Xu Danqing was most satisfied with was taken away by the Cui family at that time and given to the lady in the boudoir.

Miss doesn't go out much, and she doesn't care about things outside, I don't know what a great honor it is for a woman to be drawn by Xu Danqing, I just think that bad scholar is very annoying, and she painted her running away, and she painted it so beautifully.

Miss wanted to burn this painting, but fortunately, he heard Xu Danqing's name, and only kept it under persuasion, but Miss gave it to him casually.

He was a dead man, had no property or family, and didn't even have a fixed residence, so he buried the painting under the peach forest in Youzhou, and only he and Miss knew in the world.

Miss should have lived in that peach forest for the rest of her life, and she would be happy all her life, but she only blamed the emperors and generals in this world, and she wouldn't care about the thoughts of a daughter's family......

Jia Yi looked at the picture scroll in front of him, was silent for a long time, and whispered softly: "The emperor is not worthy of Miss, but he put Miss in a cage, he should go down to make amends to Miss in person......"