With a few summer thunders, the dark clouds and black pressure in the sky arrived, and soon a heavy rain came.

Nanhao country ushered in the rainy season.

It was also because of this heavy rain that Li Xiao, who wanted to go home, could only temporarily live in Wan'an Temple and couldn't get out of Beijing. This made Li Xiao wonder if it was the thief who did it on purpose, and deliberately did not let him escape from this place of right and wrong.

This day is boring, I can only hold the little girl, look at the rewards piled up in the house, listen to the muttering Buddha words boringly, and sigh.

It's a long rainy season, and I don't know when it's a head.

……

The rain kept falling, falling on the eaves, ticking straight down, like rolling bead curtains.

East of the city, Xuanzheng Street.

As the place where the officials lived, the heavy rain for several days also made it impossible for them to go out, but fortunately, His Majesty the Emperor was merciful and withdrew the early dynasty in the past few days, and if there was any major business, he could go directly to the palace.

But nothing happened in the past few days, so it was rare for the officials to relax for a few days. But in the stone mansion, it is not so leisurely.

In the middle of the stone mansion, there is a bright attic.

The old-fashioned attic was remodeled with a pavilion straight at the bottom, which towered several times higher, making it stand out among the flat complexes.

Shi Song, the old master of the Shi family, likes to stay here very much, no matter what time it is, he can always feel peaceful in this place, especially on this rainy day, watching the beaded raindrops continue to fall, he will feel an inexplicable comfort.

"Father." Shi Shifan looked at Shi Song, who was leaning on the attic pavilion with gray temples, shouted, and then took off the umbrella of the subordinate and walked up alone.

"Father, you've been looking for you for a long time." Shi Shifan arched his hand and saluted.

Shi Song didn't rush to speak, but stretched out his hand, took a drop of falling rain, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

Shi Shifan was not in a hurry, and stood quietly aside, not taking a few glances at Steward Zhou kneeling in the rain in front of the attic.

Steward Zhou couldn't stop trembling in the rain, and these rains from the sky fell on the Shifu housekeeper who was only half a hundred years old, stirring up waves.

"Shifan, why did you say it was raining on this day?" Shi Song gently poured down the raindrops in his hand and said expressionlessly.

"I don't know." Shi Shifan looked at the rain that fell from Shi Song's hands and looked puzzled.

He didn't know why his father suddenly asked about this, it's going to rain and his mother is going to get married, isn't this a normal thing.

"Fan'er, although you are very smart, and there are few enemies among the Jingshi, you owe a lot in terms of dealing with people." Shi Song withdrew his hand, and wiped the handkerchief handed by the servant.

"I want to listen to my father." Shi Shifan lowered his head and arched his hand.

What Shi Song said is indeed reasonable, and Shi Shifan himself agrees with this. Although he was born smart, countless schemes came at hand, and his literary talent allowed Shi Song to gain a firm foothold in Beijing, but in terms of dealing with the world, it was really not good, and he was born with a disability, so it was even more difficult to become an official.

But Shi Song, who was born as a military general, is good at words, has been an official for several years, not only sitting on the position above 10,000 people under one person, but also countless in the center of the court.

"This rain, since Your Majesty's imperial grace is mighty, virtuous, and moved the heavens, so it rained such a favor." Shi Song waved his hand and motioned for his subordinates to move chairs over.

Shi Song knew that his son had inconvenient legs and feet, and he was born with a disability, and he was even more blind, so he wanted to throw it away, but this Shi Shifan's life was hard, and he made a blow when he was five years old, helping Shi Song escape, so he left him behind.

In fact, if it weren't for Shi Shifan's disability and blindness, this person's future achievements would not be lower than Shi Song's, and they could even ......

Shi Song looked at Shi Shifan, who was sitting down, smiled, and said, "But we don't have to say such nonsense in front of our own family, this rain is rain, who cares about the emperor in the palace." ”

"That's what my father said." Shi Shifan rubbed his sore feet and replied.

Looking at Shi Shifan, who was bowing his head and rubbing his feet, Shi Song frowned unconsciously, waved his hand, motioned to the people in the pavilion to retreat, and then said: "It's raining so heavily, don't you have a good rest in the room, is there anything wrong with coming to me." ”

After hearing this, Shi Shifan put down his feet, took out a slightly moist secret letter from his arms, and handed it to Shi Song.

"This is sent from the palace this morning, you can take a look."

Shi Song took the secret letter, opened it and glanced at it, and smiled faintly.

"What does it say?" Shi Shifan asked.

"Just look at it." Shi Song handed the secret letter to Shi Shifan, and then looked at the courtyard full of Jingshi, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This ......" Shi Shifan frowned after reading the secret letter, not knowing what to say.

There was nothing else in the secret letter, but it was said that the princess's poison had been cured, and Li Xiao of Suzhou would leave Beijing.

"It seems that this Suzhou prince doesn't like to stay in Beijing." Shi Song sighed and said.

"So what are we going to do?" Shi Shifan crushed the secret letter, looked at his father in front of him, and asked.

"Smack."

Saying that, Steward Zhou in the rain couldn't bear it anymore and fell down.

"This Li Xiao just shined at the poetry meeting, and cured the emperor's daughter, now the emperor must be paying attention, we can't move, and whoever moves Li Xiao at this time is finished."

Shi Song waved his hand and asked his subordinates to take Steward Zhou down. After all, he is also a person who has served Shifu for most of his life, and Shi Song really can't bear it.

"Then let him go like this." Shi Shifan said.

To tell the truth, when Li Xiao first came to Beijing, they didn't pay attention to this son-in-law from Suzhou, in their eyes, this was just a doctor received by the emperor, although he was young, he was just a doctor. But since Li Xiao became famous in a poem in the bamboo forest, they realized that this young man was not as simple as it seemed, such a poetic talent, coupled with the healing of the emperor's daughter, only needed a little operation, that is a perfect chess piece.

So, they began to prepare, first killing a fine work who lurked in Cai's house, and then happened to see Li Xiao appear, so they thought about relying on the lawsuit to suppress Li Xiao, but they fell short.

"It's all to blame on the woman in the restaurant." Shi Shifan hammered the chair in remorse.

"If it weren't for her, this Li Xiao would have been in our pocket."

That plan was originally flawless, with the help of the Cai family, Li Xiao was co-opted, I believe that even if he knew, he would not reveal what he did that night, that is, Yu Xian'er's variable, which they never expected. It's just that Li Xiao wrote a residual poem, so that Yu Xian'er could come forward to lie, they had never heard of Yu Xian'er having this side.

"Forget it, Fan'er." Shi Song dropped the handkerchief from the attic and sighed: "After so many years, we still haven't seen through that woman, and we don't even have a clue about the person behind her, and we still have a way to deal with this woman." ”

"As for this Li Xiao, what do you think you should do?"

Shi Shifan lowered his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and a hint of gloom flashed between his eyebrows: "If that woman doesn't interfere anymore, why don't we ...... him"

As he spoke, Shi Shifan smiled coldly and made a motion to wipe his neck.

"If it can't be used by us, there's no point in keeping it. Be careful and don't leave your tail behind. ”

"Hmm. Kill the waste that Steward Zhou brought in, keep it as an eyesore. Shi Song's face was expressionless, and he pursed his dry lips.

"This kind of waste is not enough to achieve and more to lose."

Shi Shifan got up, arched his hand, and smiled, Steward Zhou picked up the person called Kamata Department, it was really a waste, and there was no other use except eating, so the waste was received in the house, no wonder Shi Song was so angry.

Just as he was about to turn around, he thought of not saying anything.

"By the way, the man in the palace said that the night before yesterday, a eunuch who delivered the letter died."

"Are we our people?" Shi Song squinted slightly and said.

"It's not, it seems, it's over there." Shi Shifan's voice was so soft that only the two people in the attic could hear it.

Shi Song looked at the mansion in the distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Scholars also like to do this. Tell our people not to contact them these days, so as not to get into trouble. ”

"Yes." Shi Shifan arched his hand, helped the hands of the upper and lower people, and retreated.

Soon, tranquility returned to the attic. Shi Song looked at the hazy scene in front of him, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, for some reason, he always felt that something was about to happen recently.

……

The sky is still crying, as if it is wronged, and it seems to be sympathetic to the world.

Outside the city of Jingshi, in a dilapidated small temple.

No one has taken care of this small temple for many years, and a little rain falls from top to bottom in the temple, "ticking". But it's also strange that Rao is such a place, and there will still be people coming.

"Crunch."

The dilapidated temple door opened, and a man entered.

I saw that this person was dressed in a lily robe and wore a wide straw hat, and he couldn't see his face clearly, let alone the expression on his face.

The man did not pause, looked behind him, and walked inside in his robe, leaving a long water stain on the ground along the way.

After a short time, the man walked behind the Buddha statue, brushed away the weeds and dust on the stone pier at the bottom with his hand, then gently opened it, took out a bamboo tube from his arms, looked left and right, put the bamboo tube in, and then returned to its original state.

The action is fast, there is not a trace of superfluity, and the whole process is only a minute long.

When it was done, the man got up and stepped back the way he came.

Everything happened quickly, and nothing changed except for water stains on the ground and weeds on the stone piers.

"Tick, tick."

The small temple was quiet again, with only the faint sound of raindrops echoing.

I don't know how long later, the temple door opened again, and at this time it was not a person who walked, but two people with swords and crossbows.

The knife-wielder glanced at his companion, then walked along the water stains, and soon reached the stone pier. The two glanced at each other, gently took away the stone pier, took out the bamboo tube that was placed, and opened it.

I saw that in the bamboo tube was a roll of paper, and I slowly opened it, and there were five small words written on the paper:

Suzhou Gongzi, dead.

The two looked at each other and smiled, crushed the paper, and ate it.

There was a thunderclap, and no one knew where the two people in the broken temple had gone, let alone what would happen next.

Only the rain fell from the sky, and the sky was cloudy, and there was no light.