"It's more convenient for you to enter and exit my General's Mansion than your own home, right?" Gao Cheng asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes......" Cui Jishu was about to say something with a smile on his face, but when he looked up, he saw Gao Cheng's gloomy eyes staring at him, and he immediately smiled in fright, and his heart trembled, and explained, "Lord Lang...... No...... Lord Lang is not strange...... Uncle saw that Lord Lang was not happy in the center of the palace during the day, so he ......"

"So......" Gao Cheng walked slowly step by step, like a beast that had taken a fancy to his favorite prey, and the emerald eyes that shone with a ghostly glow made people feel cold, and Cui Jishu felt that his sweat pores were erected. He involuntarily took a small step back. "Don't move!" Gao Cheng shouted angrily, he had walked to the place in front of him, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Cui Jishu's neckline, Cui Jishu was almost lifted by him, and he was almost out of breath by the collar.

"Lord Lang...... Spare ...... It is the public ...... of Puyang County Szeto ...... Situ Hou Jing ......" Cui Jishu squeezed out a few intermittent words from his mouth.

Gao Cheng suddenly let go of him, turned around and walked under the corridor as if nothing had happened, stepped up the jade steps and walked towards the study.

"Lord Lang......" Cui Jishu rubbed his neckline, a little hesitant.

"Come in!" Gao Cheng shouted, and the person had already entered the study.

Cui Jishu hurriedly followed.

He cautiously followed the study, and saw that one of the servants had already lit the lamp and poured hot tea. It is the kind of tea that the prince likes to drink, and the monks of the Southern Dynasty also like it. Shizi lazily half lay down and half leaned on the couch, as if thoughtful, and did not look at him at all. His eyes didn't mean to be sleepy at all, and they were shining. The servant was very measured, did not say a word, and bowed down and withdrew after finishing his own business very carefully, and closed the door tightly, obviously knowing the temper and rules of the master of the house very well.

"What about Ji Lun? Days gone. Gao Cheng held the celadon teacup and was not in a hurry to drink it, as if he asked casually.

"Lord Lang forgives his sins, Cui Xian was a little idle, afraid that he would not look good, so he didn't dare to come to see Lord Lang." Cui Jishu stood respectfully beside Gao Cheng.

Gao Cheng glanced up at him, pointed, "Sit, sit, sit down." What are you angry about? Don't you know the temper of your lord? Say such things to tempt? If I really don't say it, I won't ask too much. Don't you think I'm not tired today? Gao Cheng's complexion became gloomy again, and his mind was full of the scene in the Zhaotai Hall today.

"Don't be angry, Lord Lang, it's not a matter of niece and Gao Shen. Gao Shen waited for his wife to become more and more cold, Cui Xian came to visit, and Gao Shen avoided it. Not only that, but even the house slaves were cold to Cui Xian, so Cui Xian was sick. Cui Jishu was afraid that Gao Cheng would be angry, so he hurriedly explained the matter briefly.

Gao Cheng listened while drinking tea. Why Gao Shen is like this, he and Er Cui and the three of them know very well in their hearts. The bewitching girl immediately appeared in his mind, Cui Jishu said that she was the sister of the general Li Zixiong. He suddenly woke up from his contemplation, glanced up at Cui Jishu, and asked lightly, "What is the name of that Li Zixiong's sister?" ”

Cui Jishu was stunned, but he didn't expect Lord Lang's mind to be here. This turn was too urgent, he reacted and hurriedly replied, "Uncle Zheng doesn't know, Lord Lang and Uncle Rong are going to inquire." ”

Gao Cheng didn't mention a word about Gao Shen and Cui Xian, but Cui Jishu knew his temper very well, and knew that it was enough to let Lord Lang know about it. Neither of them went on the subject.

Without waiting for Gao Cheng to ask again, Cui Jishu replied, "Lord Lang, the person who gave the King of Linhe County an idea is Hou Jing, an apprentice of Puyang Company. Hou Jing asked the king of Linhe County to represent the lord of Liang and Wei He. ”

"How do you know?" Gao Cheng stared at him and asked rhetorically.

"Since the minister is a squire of the Yellow Gate, he can still understand some small things in the palace." Cui Jishu was a little proud. It was Hou Jing and Xiao Zhengde who whispered outside the Zhaotai Hall for a long time, so as soon as Xiao Zhengde came back and entered the hall, he mentioned the matter of peace with the lord. Didn't Lord Lang see it clearly? Even Her Royal Highness the Princess herself didn't know in advance. The princess that Cui Jishu refers to is Princess Xiao Qiongju of Liyang.

Gao Cheng didn't speak. Xiao Qiongju didn't know in advance, but she didn't object at all, obviously she had a deep resentment against herself in her heart. Thinking of this made him feel a mixed feeling in his heart, and he suddenly felt refreshed, as if he had suddenly lost all interest in everything.

"Hou Jing! It's Hou Jing again!! Gao Cheng suddenly became furious. This treacherous person, even his father, Prime Minister Gao Huan, can't help him. Raising his hand and slamming it down, the precious celadon shattered to the ground after a crisp loud sound, splashing all over the ground with broken porcelain ballast. "Even you and Changyou are hiding it from me!" Gao Cheng glared at Cui Jishu angrily, and suddenly stood up and walked towards him.

Lord Lang ...... angrily, "Cui Jishu fully understands the pain in his heart. On the surface, the prince of Bohai, the general, the secretary of the ministry, and the governor of Gyeonggi, in fact, whether he can deserve his name completely depends on himself. The title was given by the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven looked at the face of the prime minister, or maybe a little bit of Princess Feng Yi's face.

But these titles are not the position of the Son of Heaven after all, and the names of the monarch and ministers do not allow the courtiers to disobey. Even though Prime Minister Gao Huan has authority in his hands, whether this authority can be passed on to his son is a very delicate matter. Just like Hou Jing and his ilk, although it is necessary to submit to the Son of Heaven, it is not necessary to submit to a certain powerful minister. The reason why the minister is a minister is because he relies on himself, not his position.

Suddenly, seeing Gao Cheng's body weaken, he blurted out a muffled snort, but he quickly gritted his teeth and held back, but his deeply locked brows were obviously in pain.

"Ah Hui!" Cui Jishu also blurted out, strode up and helped Gao Cheng, who was about to fall to the ground, and helped him to the edge of the couch and sat down.

Cui Jishu's fat body squatted down in front of Gao Cheng's knees, lifted his wide robe slightly, and saw his bare feet through the light. Without hesitation, he reached out and scooped up his feet, only to find something even more shocking. The soles of both feet were covered with fine porcelain pieces, and both feet were already stained with blood. Every step he took was like being pricked with a needle, and every step had to pay a price that no one else could see.

"Ah Hui, Brother Changyou and I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's Brother Changyou who is afraid that you won't be able to endure the anger for a while, but he is jealous. They are treacherous, and they may take advantage of our unpreparedness to give them a spicy hand. Cui Jishu looked up at Gao Cheng and sighed.

Gao Cheng nodded slightly and didn't speak again.

The light mist is like a lonely moon in a veil, and Chang'an, which is thousands of miles away from Yecheng, has also reached the time when the night is quiet. The Prime Minister's Mansion is a little too quiet, and there is a lack of fresh air here since sometime. Even though it is the prime minister's mansion, the rules are strict and orderly, and it is too quiet; Even though it is surrounded by corridors and courtyards in the Prime Minister's Mansion, the space is empty; But this is not the ultimate reason, the most important thing is that people's hearts are gone.

The new emperor Yuan Bao Torch finally sat firmly on the throne of the Son of Heaven in the Wei Palace in Chang'an, but the great prime minister Yu Wentai was not relaxed at all, but he was so busy with government affairs that he even had less time to meet his wife, the eldest princess Yuan Yuying. And the eldest princess Yuan Yuying has been like a different person since the collapse of the first emperor Yuan Xiu, and she is always silent. In addition to keeping the Prime Minister's Mansion very well-behaved and raising the Great Prime Minister's son-in-law Dharani, almost all the rest of the time was spent in the Buddha Hall.

The new emperor Yuan Bao Torch and the first emperor Yuan Xiu are very different temperaments. If it is said that the first emperor Yuan cultivated a strong and irritable nature and could not bear it, then the new emperor Yuan Bao Torch was the opposite of him. Yuan Bao Torch can't say how gentle his personality is, but he is quite patient and almost let go of the rise and fall of the society to the prime minister Yuwentai, so that Yuwentai is in charge of government affairs, military affairs, and civil affairs. Maybe it's because I've seen too much of the bloody wind experienced by the Yuan clan since I was in Luoyang, or maybe it's because I saw the ambition and eloquence surging in Yuwentai's heart, in short, Chang'an is at peace because of this. The officials of the Great Wei who came from the east also breathed a sigh of relief in their chests.

The moon shadow moved inch by inch invisibly, and Yu Wentai in the study in the back garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion did not realize that time passed like a white horse. When he stood up with a sore body, and couldn't help but rub his aching temples and strolled out of the study, he found that there was only one faint light in the entire back garden, so he walked there.

It was the Buddhist hall set up by his wife, the eldest princess Yuan Yuying, and there was no sound in it at the moment, only a dim and dim light shining through the hidden door. He couldn't help but slow down, afraid of disturbing the peace. However, he still walked to the door of the Buddha hall uncontrollably, and uncontrollably reached out and pushed the door open a little, so that he could see the scene in the Buddha hall clearly.

The back of the eldest princess Yuan Yuying immediately caught his eye. Yuan Yuying wore extremely clean plain gray clothes without any ornamentation. His black hair was not tied up in a bun and was draped over his shoulders. She knelt motionless in front of the Buddha, apparently engrossed, perhaps reciting the sutras silently. Yuan Yuying seemed to be completely unaware that someone behind her was looking at her so intently. At this moment, except for Yuan Yuying, who was kneeling in front of the Buddha, and Yuwentai outside the door of the Buddha Hall, there was no one else.

Yu Wentai stood outside the door for a long time. It feels as if it is close to the end of the world with Yuan Yuying inside, but it is very close but it feels very far. He wanted to go in, but he wanted her to find him and get up and walk out. I hope there will be a moment of tranquility, not disturbed, a moment that belongs only to the two of them. Even if they only have her for a moment, as long as it allows them to go back to the way they were. Is it true that her heart is already dead?

In the end, he didn't go in.

She didn't notice him either.

Yu Wentai was finally pulled by too many ties in his heart. He turned around a little awkwardly and walked back towards the study. At this time, a delicate shadow was also coming out of his study. When the man saw him in the dark, he came up to him.

The delicate shadow was so light that it seemed to float to Yuwentai's side, as dense and soft as a cloud falling from the sky. Yu Wentai had already walked close to the study, and took advantage of the light flowing from the study to see clearly that this was a slave who often served in the study. He had never paid attention to her before, he just knew that there was this person. Today, I unconsciously glanced at her so unconsciously and found that she was really thin.

"Lord Lang......" The slave called softly, but stopped talking.

Yu Wentai didn't stop, and walked straight to the study, just making a gesture to order her to follow.

The slave seemed to be a very measured person, and did not follow Yu Wentai to chatter, but quietly followed him into the study. This made Yu Wentai feel very ironed. It's rare to be quiet, it's rare not to gossip, it's rare not to have a thousand clues, it's rare to not have meditation, it's rare to have no dilemmas...... It's too much to come by. The slave seemed to be a gentle and quiet person.

The light in the study is warm and bright, making it feel extra warm on a cold winter night. When the door of the house closed silently behind them, it blocked the loneliness, the darkness, and the north wind. Only then did Yu Wentai find that his study was orderly, warm and comfortable. This made him suddenly feel very good, and he could put aside all the worries and worries in his heart for the time being.

"Master Lang, Mr. Su has been waiting for a night, is Master Lang ......?" the slave reminded him by the end of the day. Her voice was soft and warm, sounding very comfortable.

"Mr. Sue?" Yuwentai frowned, and then remembered that he had originally invited Su Sui to the mansion. Who knew that the case had been forgotten all night.

"Slaves and maids make assertions and get involved in political affairs, please forgive the lord." When the slave saw that he frowned and said nothing, she knelt down and pleaded guilty. But her tone sounded gentle and calm, not at all afraid of Lord Lang's anger or that he would punish her. It's just that she gave him enough reasons to be angry or annoyed with himself, gave him a place to put his emotions in place, and still made Yuwentai feel ironed.

Other slaves didn't dare or didn't know what to say at all, which showed that she was bold and knowledgeable, and she must not be an ordinary slave, which made Yu Wentai suddenly curious, and asked casually, "What's your name?" When did you come to the study to serve? ”

The slave maid still knelt there, and replied softly and slowly, "The slave maid is the slave clan, and her name is Yunjiang." A few days ago, because there was no one in the study for sprinkling and sweeping, the lady ordered the slave and maid to come here. ”

Yu Wentai walked to the side of the bookcase, intentionally or unintentionally, with his hands to play with a few books that were originally neatly arranged, but kept looking at the slave clan and said, "You don't seem to be an ordinary slave, where are you from?" The slave had been kneeling in front of him and answering calmly, bowing her head slightly, he couldn't see her face clearly.