Life is like a jar of wine, brewing for a long time, the moment the lid is lifted, the aroma of the wine spreads, and you will understand, oh, it turns out to be a good jar of wine.

The old people on the road, in the dust, rushed to Beijing. Kong Yanzhi squinted his eyes, hearing about the reform of this year's imperial examination, he kept shaking his head and sighing. He didn't expect that the joke back then would come true today. The Taimiao Spring Festival is about to begin, and this Spring Festival is very different, even he, the Yan Shenggong who has lived in Lu for a long time, has been summoned, and he left a few days ago. The carriage drove on the official road, and the old man was in a daze, and after a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief and muttered, "It's shaken." ”

He glanced at the towering tall tree on the Yishui Ben, the old leaves had fallen, and the new leaves had not yet grown.

"Stop."

The carriage stopped at the edge of Yishui, and the old man straightened his clothes carefully, stood under the big tree, and watched the water flow to the east. After a long time, he raised his head, his cloudy eyes narrowed, cleared his throat, and turned around, "The dead wood will eventually meet spring, and it will not be shaken, and it will not be shaken!" ”

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When the white cloth stepped into the realm of the capital master, there were several figures coming out of the Zongren Mansion. This institution in charge of the affairs of the imperial family at the beginning of its establishment, after 22 years of Hongwu, became mysterious, and these management matters were also transferred to the Ministry of Rites, but this institution has always existed. Since he exists, then there is a need for his existence.

Soon, in front of Bai Yi, who was still drinking tea in a restaurant, two figures in black robes appeared.

"See Lord Zongling."

"Is Jingshi good?"

The black robe hesitated, not knowing what Zhu Qi was referring to when he spoke well. Zhu Qi raised his eyebrows. said: "On the way here, I heard that Yang Fan scolded thousands of scholars for taking the exam. What's going on? ”

"Oh, back to the Sect Order. Ning Guohou advocated the reform of the imperial examination system. Naturally, some people are happy and some are worried, some of the scholars who fell off the list were unwilling, so they blocked the street, and happened to meet the Ministry of Rites Shangshu and Ning Guohou, Ning Guohou saw that these people were unwilling to give up, opened their mouths and counted, and ridiculed more than 1,000 candidates who fell off the list as worthless, and finally covered their faces and fled. ”

"Huh." Zhu Qi smiled and shook his head. The wine on the table was red, not a wine. Zhu Qi has a habit of mixing some blood when drinking, and it is not clear what kind of blood it is, and it is not clear. The black-robed man glanced down at the wine glass, but did not dare to look up again.

"It's going to be the spring festival in two days."

"Yes." The black-robed man said quietly.

Zhu Qi raised his head, put down the hanging wine glass, and said, "Yu Sheng, why don't you speak?" ”

"Oh. I...... It's nothing. The black-robed man who had kept his head down shook his head a little hastily. Right Zongzheng, who was standing on the side, turned his head a little puzzled and looked at his old partner.

Zhu Qi said slowly: "Sit down." I haven't taken much care of the Zongren Mansion over the years. It's all up to you. ”

Right Zongzheng smiled and said, "Zong Ling is polite, this is my own matter. Zhu Qi picked up the wine jug and poured it into another glass. "Come, drink." ”

The two of them picked up the wine, and Zuo Zongzheng was obviously a little unnatural. The wine glass came to his lips and only touched it. Take a small sip. Zhu Qi glanced at it and took out two letters from his chest that were branded with vermilion paint. Said: "Fengzi, this letter was written by your own hand. Zhu Qi handed one of them to Zuo Zongzheng, "This is what you handed me when there was a change in Longhu Mountain." ”

He threw another letter in front of Yu Sheng and said, "Well, look at it, although this letter is not your handwriting, but I groped it from the Han bone in Jinling, if there is no mistake, this urgent letter in Luoyang is covered with vermilion lacquer from your hand, there is no mistake." ”

Yu Sheng's Adam's apple moved, such a fire paint, the symbol on it, only the left and right Zongzheng are qualified to cover it, it is not Fengyu, it is Yu Sheng.

The cup in his hand cracked, and he suddenly stood up, "I...... Lord Zongling...... Isn't it ......" his pupils shrank, and before he could make a move, he fell to the ground, "This wine is ...... Poison in wine? ”

Wow!

Feng Yu also stood up and saw Yu Sheng's purple lips, "Zong...... Lord Zongling...... We are ......" Zhu Qi raised his head and said, "Sit down, there is nothing to do with you." The black robe noticed it, and felt that there was nothing else unusual about his body, so he sat down and looked at Yu Sheng, who had purple lips on the ground and couldn't speak.

Zhu Qi was still drinking, looking at those eyes full of fear, "This trick is to turn the tiger away from the mountain, Yu Sheng, you are considered a success." It attracted the attention of this sect to Luoyang. But you did the math, but you didn't calculate, when this letter didn't reach me, the sect left and went to Huguang, right? ”

The man in black on the ground was already lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, and his breathing was twice as fast as before. Zhu Qi smiled: "This letter, the date you counted, is very accurate." It was only three days later than the battle in Luoyang, but when you were sent to Jiangxi, it was just three days after the incident. ”

Zhu Qi squatted down and said with a smile: "It's really accurate, but this sect was already in Luoyang at that time, what happened on that day, this sect knows, but how did you know about it in Jingshi?" Our Zongren Mansion is well-informed, but it is not so well-informed, from Luoyang to Jingshi, you will know it in less than a day? He looked at Yu Sheng, whose vitality was gradually disappearing, and grabbed his neck with his hand, "The only possibility is that you knew about Luoyang's plan in advance, and you want to transfer this sect to Luoyang, right?" ”

The pupil shrank for the last time, and it shook from side to side twice, and the huge force in his throat made it difficult for him to breathe, and in the end, his neck was crooked, and he lost his last vitality. Zhu Qi stood up indifferently, looked at the spring scene outside the window, and said, "Clean up." From now on, Zongzheng will not be divided between left and right. You know what I mean, right? ”

"Xie Zongling is promoted." The black robe knelt down.

The warm spring is coming, and those old people who are like dead trees seem to be alive and seem to be giving birth to new shoots. Under the spring breeze, the sacrificial arrangement of the Taimiao Temple was also completed, waiting for the arrival of that day. This spring festival is like another heart booster, allowing people to see hope and see a way out.

The tomb keeper of the imperial tomb has changed into a new dress, and he has also caught up with fashion in this spring. The originally messy bun on his head also took a wooden hairpin and inserted it, looked at the game of chess, and muttered: "This spring, it's early." After speaking, he stood up and walked slowly towards Changling, no one knew how many Jiazi the old man had been waiting here, and no one had ever rushed to ask. In the imperial mausoleum, he is the elder, when Zhu Youzhen worships his ancestors, he has to salute him, this is a ceremony, but also a kind of awe. (To be continued.) )