"And then?"

Su Su looked at Fu Xiaoguan in amazement, "No, both of them are dead." ”

"No, I mean, where did the killer go?"

"Oh, he went to the mountains. I didn't go near the mountain, because there were masters in the mountain. ”

Fu Xiaoguan was very surprised, "How do you know that there are masters in that mountain?" ”

Su Su looked at Fu Xiaoguan like an idiot, and pursed his mouth, "I know bird language." ”

“……”

Why can't you have a pleasant chat?

"You don't believe me?"

Of course Fu Xiaoguan didn't believe it, Su Su raised her eyebrows, continued to eat her rock sugar gourd, and muttered: "This girl has a lot of skills, don't think that you can write some poetry and articles are amazing!" ”

Su Rou raised her head, her thin eyes looked at Fu Xiaoguan, a little gloating, "Sixth Senior Sister really understands bird language. ”

"Then tell me what the bird said to you?"

Su Su giggled, "You're so stupid! ”

Fu Xiaoguan suddenly felt that he was really stupid to ask this sentence, he touched his nose, walked to Tao Ran Pavilion and sat down, but heard Su Su say: "A little sparrow, it said that it can't go to the mountain, it is extremely murderous, run quickly...... So of course I just ran. ”

I believe you're a ghost!

Su Jue also walked out at this moment, he straightened his crown hat, and said dignifiedly: "Sixth Senior Sister's move is right, I have also been to see the Purple Mountain before, and there is indeed a master in it." ”

Fu Xiaoguan was stunned, since Su Jue said that there are masters, there must be masters, and Su Jue is much more reliable than Su Su.

"How tall?"

"At least first-class, maybe even a half-saint."

Well, that's a bit high, "And how tall are you?" Fu Xiaoguan looked at Su Jue and asked.

"Me? I'm short. ”

Su Su giggled again, the laughter was like a bell, crisp and pleasant, very good.

"Wouldn't it be difficult to explore the Purple Mountain?"

"Unless you have a handwritten letter from Your Majesty, or you can go with Your Majesty on the day of the Yu Dynasty Sacrifice on the Midyear Festival every year, otherwise...... Only the master could not alarm the master. ”

This, it seems that this matter can only end here for the time being.

He is not a relative of the emperor, of course, there is no reason to ask His Majesty to write a letter to explore the royal mausoleum, but it is the Midyear Festival to see if there is a chance to go in and have a look.

Su Jue handed Fu Xiaoguan a note and said, "The results of the investigation of the Confucius Temple have come out, and there is nothing on it except for the broken temple." ”

Fu Xiaoguan took the note and looked at it, no, last year and Dong Shulan climbed the mountain on a rainy night, and they were indeed blocked by people on the mountainside, but why was there nothing?

Could it be that the night was an accident?

But Lin Hong also said that Ji Linchun of Rouge House also went to the Confucius Temple, could it be that this is also fake?

It is impossible for Lin Hong to lie to him in this matter, so what is going on?

This note is written in great detail: the Confucius Temple has not found any signs of human activity, the temple on the top of the mountain is covered with spider silk, the shrine inside is very thick with dust, the golden body of the god has long been peeled off, and the secret door has not been found in front of the temple and behind the temple, so no one has been here for a long time.

Fu Xiaoguan frowned, then, who was on the mountain that night? What is he doing in the mountains? What is Ji Linchun going to Confucius Temple for?

……

As soon as the clues were broken, Fu Xiaoguan had nothing to do all day long, wandering the streets and alleys of Shangjing, waiting for someone to assassinate him, but there were no fish to take the bait, it seemed that those who originally wanted him to die disappeared and hibernated in this cold winter.

On the fifth day of the first month of the ninth year of the Xuanli calendar, the snow lives and the sky is sunny.

Fu Xiaoguan was about to go out and continue to wander, but he didn't expect Yan Xiwen to come.

"Isn't it time for you to go?"

"yes, I'll leave early tomorrow morning."

"You're here to say goodbye to me?"

Yan Xiwen glared at Fu Xiaoguan, it should be you who came to say goodbye to me, okay!

"Grandpa invited you to sit at the house."

Fu Xiaoguan was stunned, Yan Beixi?

What did the Prime Minister invite him to do?

I met with the Prime Minister a few times in the DPRK, but there were only two exchanges.

Once in the imperial study to explain the disaster relief strategy, and the other time in the yamen of Zhongshu Province, Yan Beixi intended to promote himself, but was rejected by himself.

"What's the matter?" Fu Xiaoguan asked in surprise.

"How do I know? Maybe it's because of the article "Yu Dynasty Boy Said", grandpa rewrote a copy of the article, framed it, and hung it in the middle hall of my house - I said that your kid's face is big enough, and grandpa attaches so much importance to an article for the first time in so many years. ”

Fu Xiaoguan touched his nose and said with a smile: "Did you put a column of incense wax on that pair of words from 9 to 5?" ”

"Get out of ......!"

You can't have a good chat with this guy, why do you think you're a saint!

The two of them came to Yanfu in the same carriage, and when they got out of the carriage, Fu Xiaoguan stood still and looked around very seriously.

This is located in the south of Jinling Xilai Lane, the alley is old and quiet, there is a huge archway at the mouth of the alley, the word Xilai is written on both sides, and there is a pair of couplets on both sides:

The cool air came from the west, and the clouds swept away the world and regrets

The great river goes east, and the waves wash away the sorrows of the past and the present

Fu Xiaoguan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who wrote this?" ”

"The former Confucianism asks the wind."

"Oh......!" This name seems to have been heard, as if this great Confucian still has poems and articles left on a thousand steles.

The cards of the Yan Mansion are even grander than the Shi Mansion.

In front of the vermilion gate, two white marble lions with jade beads in their mouths show off their might, and they are folded and shining in the sun.

On the lintel, the word Yanfu is majestic.

In front of the door stood two guards, dressed in bright armor and holding spears.

"Is that okay?"

"The reward of the first emperor, the Yan Mansion can have three hundred people."

Well, Shangjing is the only one, and Fu Xiaoguan can only envy it.

Pushing open the vermilion gate, Yan Xiwen walked in with Fu Xiaoguan, he looked around again, and was very happy in his heart, because this mansion is not as big as his own home!

This is a bit shameless, his Fu Mansion is the Prince's Mansion of the previous dynasty, and it is also ranked among the top five in this huge Shangjing City, and this Prime Minister's Mansion naturally cannot be compared with it.

In fact, the prime minister's mansion is already very large, but Fu Xiaoguan followed Yan Xiwen and failed to get a glimpse of it.

The house is very lively, there are often maids passing by on the road, and there are often laughter and laughter in the courtyards on both sides. Yan Xiwen didn't explain, he took Fu Xiaoguan through the door and through the alley, and walked towards the depths of the Yan Mansion.

So it gradually quieted down, and then came to an exquisite courtyard.

In the meantime, the snow on the rockery has not melted, the lotus pond under the rockery has long been frozen, several plum trees scattered in the courtyard are blooming, a pavilion is under the largest plum tree, and there is a beautiful woman dressed in white standing in the pavilion.

She has long hair and a shawl, turns her eyes and flows, her face is smooth and jade, she has not vomited her words, and her breath is like a quiet orchid! (Note 1)

She is Yan Xiaolou, she is standing in the pavilion at this moment, stretching out a slender jade hand, grabbing a plum that stretches into the pavilion, and leaning in front of her.

The red plum, the white clothes, and the red face in the white came into Fu Xiaoguan's eyes.

This little girl...... More and more Peugeot!

Look at Yan Xiwen again, well, the gap is quite big.

The two are cousins, and Yan Xiaolou's mother used to be a lovely person.

Fu Xiaoguan retracted his gaze, the gentleman is lustful, and he takes it in a good way, he didn't think about this Yan Valve's daughter.

Yan Xiaolou in the pavilion also saw them at this moment, she let go of the plum, and the plum branch bounced open, sprinkling a piece of fine snowflakes. She came from the pavilion, smiling, and getting closer and closer, but her face was more delicate than the plum blossom.

"Childe is good!"

Yan Xiaolou gave a salute, Fu Xiaoguan was stunned for a moment, and returned the salute with a fist, "Hello girl!" ”

Then Yan Xiaolou hung his head shyly, and followed behind Fu Xiaoguan like this, following Yan Xiwen into Wenyue Xuan.

There was an old man sitting in the Moon Xuan, and behind the old man stood an old man.

The old man sitting was naturally Yan Beixi, and the old man standing behind Fu Xiaoguan had never seen it, but the old man attracted Fu Xiaoguan's attention.

Because the old man was carrying a knife!

A very long knife!

The old man kept his head down, as if he were pretending to sleep, and never looked up at them.

Yan Beixi put down the scroll in his hand and raised his head, his eyes fell on Fu Xiaoguan's body, and after three breaths, he waved his hand indifferently, "Sit down." ”

Fu Xiaoguan bowed and saluted, "Xie Yanzai!" ”

Yan Xiwen and Yan Xiaolou also saluted Yan Beixi, Yan Xiwen sat next to Fu Xiaoguan, Yan Xiaolou sat down on the left side, took water and boiled tea.

"I heard that you and Shulan are going to get engaged?"

Fu Xiaoguan was slightly stunned, you, the prime minister, are actually paying attention to my little shrimp?

It is not surprising that Yan Beixi knew about this, after all, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, he and Dong Shulan went to visit those relatives, and in Dong Shulan's third uncle's house, this Yan Xiwen also went.

"Well, when my father comes to Beijing, I'll settle this matter first."

Yan Xiaolou's hand squeezing the pot shook slightly, and Yan Beixi's eyebrows jumped slightly. Yan Xiwen didn't react on his face, but sighed in his heart.

"I invite you to come today, because the old man has some doubts in his heart and wants to hear your opinion. As for you and Shulan...... The old man thought that before he could solve the matter between you and the ninth princess, he might not be able to go smoothly. ”

Fu Xiaoguan thought about it carefully, the meaning of this sentence was not that he Yan Valve still had any thoughts about Shulan, but that it was about the Ninth Princess, this dignity was orderly, even if His Majesty agreed to marry the Ninth Princess to Fu Xiaoguan, the Ninth Princess would be ranked before Dong Shulan.

Although Fu Xiaoguan never thought that these two would have to be divided into sizes, in the eyes of others, this size must obviously be clear.

So...... Naturally, he couldn't propose to the Dong Mansion first.

But why didn't Dong Shangshu raise any objections at that time?

Fu Xiaoguan bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "I owe consideration to this matter, may I ask Yan Zai what doubts he has?" ”

Yan Beixi stroked his beard and asked, "I once planted a bunch of leeks in this yard, but due to neglect, it was overgrown with weeds, and it was difficult to distinguish which one was a leek and which one was a weed. I want to ask you...... Should we remove all the leeks and weeds and replant them, or should we put more effort into getting rid of those weeds? ”

(Note 1: From Luo Shen Fu)