After two consecutive days of morning exercises, Yan Jian's father and daughter did not appear again.

He couldn't help but be a little surprised, didn't this old man say that as long as he was not sick in bed, he would climb the mountain every morning? Is it sick?

Chen Xian thought about it and felt that Lao Yan should not be a person who quit without telling him, and he was afraid that he was really sick, so he decided to prepare some gifts to take a look.

As soon as he climbed to the top of the mountain, he was looking up for a bird's-eye view, while thinking about whether Fan Xing, the professor of Fuxue, would know where Lao Yan lived, but suddenly heard someone calling behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw a little Taoist priest with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing under the stone steps in front of the Taoist temple, and opened his mouth to call: "Blessed master." ”

The little Taoist priest was fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a black Taoist robe, and seemed to rarely talk to people, he looked a little nervous at the moment, handed a sealed letterhead forward with both hands, and said: "Yu Jushi has instructed that if the donor you climb the mountain for three consecutive days after he leaves, he will forward this letter to you." ”

"Three days in a row...... Wait a minute! Yu layman? Chen Xian was stunned for a moment, but then his face suddenly turned white, and he hurriedly opened the letter.

"On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the little friend of the humble book ......" This letter is the beginning, which makes Chen Xian's brain buzz.

“…… Now the southeast is uneasy and discusses the Luchuan, so the upper is to seize the affection and make the ministers return to Beijing. ”

“…… Although the time of humble acquaintance with the little friend is short, the intersection is irreversible, the face is goodbye, but the official business is entangled, and it must be done tonight, but don't pass it with this book. ”

The inscription reads: "The court is respectful." ”

After Chen Xian finished reading the letter, he only felt that the whole person was confused.

Yan Jian, Yan Jian, Humility, Yu Qian!?

Looking at the "system" on the payment, Chen Xian understood in his heart that the reason why Lao Yan appeared in Qiantang County and climbed Ziyang Mountain with himself these days was because he wore filial piety at home, and in this era, when the official's parents died, he should abandon the official home system according to the etiquette system, so he had the word "system" in front of his signature.

And the reason why he left in a hurry was because he was robbed of love by the emperor, and he was dressed in general affairs, that is, he did not wear official clothes and went back to work.

Chen Xian recalled the time when he and Yu Qian met, and he couldn't wait to give himself two slaps - caring about the military, knowing history, and what he said was a major matter related to the national economy and people's livelihood, and easily asked the Qiantang magistrate to overturn the case and redress his grievances, and the most important thing is that he also used a simple pseudonym like "Yanjian", and he didn't have any suspicions!

"Do you know where his house is?" Chen Xian pressed the little Taoist priest's shoulder and asked urgently.

"No, I don't know!" The little Taoist priest was startled, thinking that this blessed master had gone crazy, and hurriedly took two steps back.

Chen Xian immediately reacted, Lao Yan told the little Taoist priest that he had to climb the mountain for three consecutive days before he could hand over the letter to himself, which was probably not only a test of perseverance without any new ideas, but also because he felt a little embarrassed to intersect with a pseudonym all the time, so he set a three-day period, so that even if he knew, he would not be able to see him, right?

Chen Xian stood in place, stunned, and after a long time, he sighed with interest, turned around and went down the mountain.

Back at Zhugan Lane, a few early carpenters and short-term workers were already waiting in front of the door, and when they saw the employer coming over with a calm face, they all accompanied the smiling face and did not dare to speak—after all, it is rare for such an employer to be generous and sympathetic to the people.

Chen Xian walked into the main courtyard, rarely did not knock on the door, but directly pushed the door and walked into the main room, his eyes swept over Huang Luoxuan's vigilant face, and then he walked to the desk and sat down.

Huang Luoyu originally saw that he was uninvited, and was about to show him some color with a straight face, but at this moment, he saw that this lewd thief looked sullen, and he didn't mean to talk to himself at all, but as soon as he entered the room, he sat there and picked up a pen to write and draw.

She was a little stunned for a while, what happened to this person today? Wasn't the first two days a chatterbox?

She was curious, but she didn't want to take the initiative to speak, so she pretended to meditate cross-legged, but quietly peeped at the man.

Who knew that Chen Xian sat for a whole hour, until a short-term worker called him outside the door, and then walked out unhappily.

It wasn't long before he came back and sat down at the table again, sometimes writing and drawing, sometimes crumpling what he had just written and throwing it on the ground.

Huang Luoyu's heart was even more strange, this person had never seen him like this when he was holding a sword against his neck, but now he has become like this?

In the end, she couldn't restrain her curiosity, so she pretended to finish breathing, let out a long breath, and slowly stood up.

Although Huang Luoxuan was curious, he still pretended to glance indifferently at the person in front of the desk, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?" ”

She was met with silence.

"Hey!" She raised her voice slightly, "I'm calling you!" ”

"Oh." Chen Xian frowned and said indifferently.

"Hey!" Huang Luoxuan was annoyed, Tengteng walked over in two steps, but saw a letter in front of Chen Xian, a letter that only began to be written.

The paper reads: "On the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, I would like to pay homage to His Excellency Mr. Shilang of Fengshu Jie'an."

And then there was no follow-up.

Who is this Mr. Setsuan? Six squires?

When Huang Luoxin saw this, he felt a little contemptuous of the person in front of him: You are worried, I'm afraid it's just to ask for an official, right?

She really wronged Chen Xian, and the reason why Chen Xian put pen to paper several times was because he clearly knew that this Yan Lao was simply a famous minister through the ages, he asked for the people's life, guarded Kyoto, valued Sheji, and despised the king, and after doing everything he could...... No good death.

He is the backbone of the well-deserved Daming!

And in the paper that Chen Xian crumpled into a ball, most of them persuaded him to be indifferent to the court and temple. But that's Yu Qian! How could it be possible to listen to yourself? Besides, if he really listened to his own words, then ...... Who will guard the Ming Dynasty?

At this time, Chen Xian actually remembered that the old saying on Ziyang Mountain persuaded him not to chase the businessman Xiaodao, to have the world in mind for the country and the people, at that time he was still a little disapproving, now it seems that this pseudonymous Yanjian's old friend really thinks like this, and he does this.

It seems that he is like a candle lamp, once it is lit, it will illuminate the darkness around him, and he is doomed to burn out.

This is his pursuit, his truth, what about his own?

Chen Xian thought in a daze, since he came to this world, he has never stopped to think about where he should go, let alone think about anything from the perspective of the Ming Dynasty and the people.

Even until last night, all I was thinking about was to quickly repair the house and bring the little hairpin in.

"My pattern, is it too small?" Chen Xian suddenly muttered.

Huang Luoxuan was stunned, and his willow eyebrows raised slightly: "What did you say?" ”

Chen Xian suddenly took a long breath, and discarded the brush in his hand on the table at will, and the residual ink on the tip of the pen made the rice paper darker and darker, black like the night when even the emperor was taken captive......

"I said, since I can't go back, let's go and see." His eyes were bright, like stars in the dark, and there was still half a minute of decay before.