At the end of March of the fourth year of the Tang Dynasty.

The spring light is just right, and the catkins are floating all over the sky.

A seemingly simple, but in fact extremely delicate and valuable red sandalwood sedan chair, slowly walking in the lively streets of Chang'an West City, from a group of children clapping hands, dancing, singing and singing among the passing through.

What are those kids singing?

Listen –

"The phoenix dances in the sky, and the phoenix dances in the sky.

Qionglou Yao Hall three floors three.

It's hard to reach the colorful plume clouds.

The phoenix dances in the sky, and the phoenix dances in the sky.

Qinggong Yuyu three buildings three.

Not as good as the Firewing Bling ......"

Along the way, the eldest grandson Wuji closed his eyes and didn't say a word. Outside the car, Wei Shentong, who was driving a carriage, didn't say anything.

Even, he looked at those children, and there was a little approval in his eyes.

And that's not all. Whenever he turned the head of the car and wanted to turn into the next alley, he would more or less inadvertently move the car to the side of the children, mention it, and pull it. Let the singing voice come into the car more clearly.

Finally......

"Magical powers."

An old voice came from inside the car, Wei Shentong hurriedly "shouted", stopped the horse, and looked back at the car door: "Lord." ”

"Stop in front of the bookstore! I bought a few new books first, and then I talked about the next ones. ”

Although Eldest Sun Wuji's words made Wei Shentong a little surprised, he was not too surprised, he only nodded and said softly: "Is it a subordinate?" ”

"Not necessarily. You should keep going, so keep going. ”

In a word, Wei Shentong's heart sank, and he first answered yes, then jumped out of the car, set up the pedals, and helped the eldest grandson Wuji, who was dressed in regular clothes, to get out of the car, and after seeing him enter the bookstore, he got into the car and left on a horse.

After the carriage turned into another secluded alley, he looked to the left and right, reached out and took out a cannon from his bosom, and threw it to the ground.

There was a "pop" sound, but it attracted a few rich children who were sitting on the second floor of the wine shop on the side to drink and scolded and scolded, saying that they wanted to come down and catch the little things who were playing with the cannon to find bad luck......

But it's just talking.

Wei Shentong didn't say anything, but just moved on. After a while, he felt the roof sink slightly.

"Jingyang Bookstore, go and watch it. If you don't have any precautions, try to find out what is true. ”

He dropped this sentence without looking back, and he didn't stop beating the horse in his hand.

Soon, the roof shook again, and its original weight was restored.

He was relieved and rode his horse forward.

A moment later.

The western suburbs of Chang'an City.

In front of a small temple with "Mingxin Temple" hanging.

Wei Shentong stood with his head held high, looking at the small plaque on the temple door, as if he was waiting for someone.

But it didn't take long for a small novice to come out of it and bow to him. And he just smiled indifferently, returned the salute slightly, and asked softly: "Your guests are coming, is there a way to be hospitable?" ”

"This is natural, and Lord Lao Wei has been waiting for a long time, please."

Xiao Shami smiled faintly and waved his hand sideways, looking welcome.

Wei Shentong thanked him, and immediately walked quickly to the temple.

The corridor passes through the hall, and the flowers are divided into willows. The small temple seems to be small, but it is tortuous and deep. Wei Shentong walked this time, and he walked for almost a cup of tea before he saw the person he wanted to see.

As soon as the figure dressed in a dark color and lying peacefully on the bench appeared, Wei Shentong immediately cheered up, strode over, and then lifted his long clothes and bowed to the ground:

"Tang courtier Wei Zheng's nephew Wei Shucheng visits the Lord!"

As he sang, the figure on the bench slowly turned his head, pale as paper, but his slender and beautiful fingers slowly lifted the hat, revealing a handsome face.

Li Zhi smiled faintly and nodded: "Shu Cheng get up quickly, Wei Zheng is in me, but he is a lifelong teacher." Since you are Wei Xiang's nephew, you are naturally very close. Such a false courtesy is a loss of proportion. ”

Wei Shentong sighed in his heart when he heard this—as his uncle had explained before he died, this lord's magnanimity was extraordinary.

Then he thanked Li Zhi first, stood up, and looked at Qinghe, who was standing on the side, and hurriedly returned the salute after bowing to himself, and then said loudly: "Wei Shucheng was ordered by his uncle to secretly supervise in the Changsun Clan's mansion, and it has been ten years now. All related matters are compiled into a book, and the Lord is invited to take a look. ”

While speaking, Wei Shucheng took out a book that had been rolled up and deformed from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Li Zhi.

Li Zhi took it, but he didn't look at it, just looked at Wei Shucheng with a smile, or Wei Shentong, and nodded: "I heard Wei Xiang talk about you in the early years." I only know that you have always been wandering the rivers and lakes, doing chivalrous deeds, but you don't like to get involved in these things. I didn't expect you to return to the DPRK now...... It's really hard for you, and you can't live that kind of free life. But I have to ...... like this."

Speaking of this, there was no smile on Li Zhi's face, just a deep sigh.

Wei Shucheng just smiled, and then said lightly: "It is the honor of Shucheng to be able to serve the Lord." What's more......" He hesitated for a moment before he whispered: "Not to mention that it may not be, Shucheng has really helped the lord a lot." ”

Li Zhi shook his head, sat up straight, pressed his knees and gasped twice, looked at him for a long time before he said slowly: "In this way, you are also aware of it?" ”

Wei Shucheng smiled faintly: "I've been with him for so many years." Although he didn't dare to say a word about his heart, he knew everything about him. But there are three points of certainty, and it is always true. ”

Li Zhizhengse: "Three points is enough." Uncle's thoughts, even I dare not say that I can touch them thoroughly. How much more about you? What's more, he still has the heart to guard against you? ”

After a pause, he took a breath and continued, "How? Are you aware of it? ”

Wei Shucheng nodded unwillingly: "I'm afraid I noticed it." And ......" hesitated for a moment, and he said again: "And his thoughts, Shucheng really can't guess." It is as if you already know the mind of the Lord, and you have the intention of asking the Lord to see what He is doing through the eyes of the book. ”

Li Zhi remained silent: "This has always been my uncle's habit - you must let yourself stand in the most stable and sturdy place." Even if he knows that he is about to lose, he always has to find a stable way for himself before he is willing to lose. ”

Wei Shucheng was stunned: "What does the Lord mean by this?" Shu Cheng was really puzzled. ”

Li Zhi just shook his head and smiled: "It's okay." He was aware of it. Then you really don't have to stay in your uncle's mansion anymore. ”

"But ......"

"There are some things that stop at the point. But it's the best way. Li Zhi smiled gently, and immediately asked Wei Shucheng to hang his head and remain silent. Seeing this, Qinghe hurriedly followed up: "Mr. Wei, in fact, the Lord said this for your own good. After all, isn't being a bystander more relaxed and comfortable than being a person in the game? The Queen Mother told you before, right? Those words? ”

Wei Shucheng realized: "Niangniang said...... Uncle Yuan seems to be loyal to the Tang Dynasty in this life, but in fact he is only loyal to his own heroic name...... So if you want to make him unhappy, the best way is to ruin his reputation and loyalty? ”

"Although this is indeed a bit too decisive, but my uncle ...... him"

Li Zhi closed his mouth and sighed leisurely for a while: "He really takes those things too seriously." It was so heavy that he forgot that he was called Changsun Wuji, not the first assistant of the Tang Dynasty. ”

Immediately, whether Wei Shucheng or Qinghe, they were all silent.