Yuan Shanggang walked for less than a quarter of an hour.

Sima Lang quietly came to the forbidden place of Sima Mansion.

The only place where no one is allowed to approach.

The inner courtyard was deep, the door knocker was rusty, and the ground was full of dead branches and broken leaves.

The creak of the far door was unusually unpleasant, unusually noticeable in the silence of the courtyard, which was somewhat terrifying.

Looking at the eyes, it was unusually gloomy.

In the yard, there is only one ancient tree.

This is an ancient tree that even Sima Lang can't tell the age, the roots and branches of the tree are as stiff as an old man, and the withered leaves on the ground probably fell from it.

Sima Lang looked at the ancient tree that was countless times older than the years of the Sima clan's existence, and the emotions in his heart rolled even harder.

Entering the small courtyard, even Sima Lang himself didn't feel it, his waist had already bent a little subconsciously.

It looks like a dying old tree, a stone table, a few stone chairs, and a game of chess that has not yet been played.

An old man with white eyebrows dressed in cloth and covered in dirt sat quietly on a stone chair.

There was not a trace of movement, not even the sound of breathing, it was almost like a stone sculpture.

Sima Lang's breathing became a little heavier, he took a deep breath and walked over slowly.

"Grandson Berda has seen grandfather." Sima Lang stopped less than two steps away from the old man, bowed down, and looked at the old man who was as lifeless as a stone sculpture with extraordinary respect.

Silence, no answer, the old man. Covered in dust. Cyan cloth clothes. It's already a little tattered.

There was no lifeless response, but Sima Lang didn't dare to slack off, so he bent over and waited.

The white-eyed old man didn't react at all, and he didn't even have a slight twitch in his eyelids, and when he didn't get a response, Sima Lang stood quietly without saying a word.

Time was passing, and Sima Lang's legs were already as heavy as tongs. The cool breeze was slow, but Sima Lang's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, even so, he was not seen sitting on the stone bench, standing still as always.

For two hours, Sima Lang stood still.

His face was pale, and his legs trembled.

The old man still didn't move, his white eyebrows swaying in the wind, and his shabby cloth robe slowly blew on the ground.

Just when Sima Lang couldn't hold on. But there was a soft sigh in his ears.

Like a thunderclap in the silent night, Sima Lang's already shaky body suddenly shook. Hurriedly bit his tongue, and then he was much more sober.

"As I said, there is no matter of life and death, don't come to the small courtyard."

The sound was as ugly as sawing wood, as if it had not spoken for too long, it seemed a little hoarse and muffled, and it sounded unusually uncomfortable.

This unusually ugly sound, at this moment in Sima Lang's ears, is definitely not different from the sound of heaven, he stood for so long, and even almost fainted, he was waiting for this voice to sound, at this moment, no matter how ugly it sounded, for him, it can be called a cool spring in the summer, which shocked his heart.

Sima Langqiang endured the heaviness of his legs, lowered his waist a little, and said: "Back to grandfather, this time is about the future of the Sima family, so grandson has the courage to come to disturb grandfather." ”

"Oh?"

The old man was like a stone sculpture revived, his eternal body moved slightly, and the dead leaves on the ground rolled up, and from a distance, all the uproar was submerged into the wall.

Sima Lang turned a blind eye to this, and looked down at the ground, in front of the old man in front of him, the lord of Sima Mansion did not dare to be rude, for fear of provoking a trace of dissatisfaction.

He should have died decades ago, but he was hidden in this small courtyard for fifty years, and the world thought he was dead, even the old and young people of the Sima clan were the same, and only the lords of each generation and a few people with great opportunities were able to see him.

This old man, who has entered the loess for a large time, was already the top group of people in power seventy years ago, and is the treasure of the town clan of the major ancient families, as he said, there is no matter of life and death, and the juniors must not disturb their retreat, and the angry old and ancient people are angry and angry, which is not what ordinary juniors can bear, which is also the reason why Sima Lang hesitated for a long time before stepping into the small courtyard.

Sima Lang bowed his head humbly, he, the lord of the mansion, seems to be beautiful, in charge of the entire Sima Mansion, claiming that all the resources in the mansion can be called at will, in fact, it is not without control, which can mobilize manpower but does not include a small number of this handful of ancient people, especially the old man in front of him, seventy years ago, he was the same as the lord of Sima Mansion, in that era, vertical and horizontal, strategizing, the reason why Liu Zhi, Emperor Heng of the Han Dynasty, was able to succeed to the throne as a prince, was led by Liang Yi and the ancestor of the Sima family, Wang Qing covered the car and connected to the South Palace, so that he was able to become the eleventh emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

In front of such scheming people, Sima Lang never dared to slack off, others didn't know what to do, but Sima Lang knew clearly that the reason why their father Sima Fang was pulled down from the position of the lord of the mansion was not unrelated to the old man in front of him, who was nearly two years old, and even operated it by him.

Because of this, every time he walked into this small courtyard, Sima Lang was frightened, if it weren't for the arrival of Yuan Shang at the moment, he was a little at a loss, Mo said that when he walked into this small courtyard, I am afraid that Sima Lang would not even want to get close to it a hundred steps away.

Sima Jun, who had pale hair and a somewhat withered appearance, sighed lightly, and his deep and cloudy eyes glanced at Sima Lang lightly, and said leisurely: "It can make you feel a little tricky, think about it, it is indeed not a small matter." ”

Sima Lang lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Grandson is incompetent. ”

Hearing this, Sima Jun frowned slightly, pointed to the stone bench next to him, and said, "Sit." ”

"Grandchildren don't dare." Sima Lang gritted his teeth and responded.

"This is not the South Palace, nor is it the main hall, let you sit down, what is there to dare." Sima Jun said in a slightly deep tone.

Hearing this, Sima Lang hesitated for a moment before sitting down cautiously.

Sima Jun shook his head and said: "More than ten years ago, Zhong Da accidentally broke into the small courtyard, and learned that the identity of the old man is not as cautious as you, to speak, the gap between your brothers and sisters is here, the little Sima Mansion, you are the master of the mansion, and you are more than enough to keep it, as for whether you can go further, it will fall on Zhong Da, so many years have passed, I thought you would change some, but I didn't expect that it has not changed at all, and it is okay, the Sima family wants to save and live, after all, you must be cautious, say, What the hell do you need to let me, old fellow, help you out? ”

When Sima Lang heard this, the wisps of gloom in his eyes flashed, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, Sima Jun values Sima Yi so much, and even compares him to the lord of the Sima family, and there is no trace of scruples between his words, as the nominal head of the family, how can Sima Lang not have a trace of thought.

Fortunately, after so many years, Sima Lang has long been accustomed to these, and dispersed the flashing dark thoughts, with Sima Lang's scheming, he will not write the thoughts in his heart directly on his face, even if Sima Jun is scheming, it is difficult to capture Sima Lang's flashing thoughts.

The dissatisfaction dissipated, and I went to listen to Sima Lang's solemn face and said: "Grandfather, this morning Yuan Shang came to visit, leaving a so-called inappropriate speech, and left in a hurry, and the grandson and several brothers did not dare to make their own opinions, so they had to come to disturb grandfather." ”

"And Yuan Shang?"

Sima Jun's cloudy eyes dissipated like a thick mist, and a few rays of fine light flickered, but he saw him holding the white beard and said, "What is the matter with this son?" ”

Sima Lang took a deep breath, sorted out his thoughts for a while, and said in a deep voice: "This son is extremely ambitious, and he dares to let the Sima clan take the lead for him, and bring all the family lords in the land of Sanfu under his command. ”

Sima Jun's eyes froze, his thin arm was suddenly put down, and the stone table shook suddenly, as if it had been hit by a huge object, and the neatly placed chessboard on it shook at any time, but the chess pieces on it were weird and not messy.

"This son is so ambitious?"

Sima Lang nodded: "Shicai's grandson also despised this son a little, and now it seems that he has been wronged a little, with this person's ambition and skill, it is really possible that the gate valve of the Sanfu family, which has been on the sidelines, will be wiped out by him." ”

Sima Jun's slender eyebrows like snow trembled slightly, his eyes sparkled, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "According to what he said, if this son has such a heart, he might as well put some chips on him." ”

"But...."Sima Lang nodded slightly, as if he remembered something, and said a little hesitantly: "Tianya Pavilion and Yuan Shang have a lot of enmity. ”

"Huh?" Sima Jun frowned slightly: "What's the matter?" ”

Sima Lang shook his head and sighed: "Hu Zhao and Yuan Shang have fought several times, and the hatred between the two sides is not small. ”

"Zhongda can be involved." Sima Jun frowned.

"Not yet." Sima Lang replied, the implication is that there is no one for the time being, and it does not mean that there will be no one in the future.

Sima Jun glanced at Sima Lang deeply, and wrote lightly: "The connection between Zhongda and Tianyahaige was established at a cost, so naturally you can't give it up easily, or okay, since Zhongda is inconvenient to come forward, you are solely responsible for taking the lead." ”

"Okay." Sima Lang lowered his head and nodded, as long as the old man in front of him nodded, Sima Lang was qualified to have a deeper contact with Yuan Shang, which was also the purpose of Sima Lang's trip.

Sima Lang didn't want to stay in this bleak courtyard for a moment, and seeing that Sima Jun didn't close his eyes again, he turned around and said, "If grandfather doesn't have other important things to explain, his grandson won't bother anymore." ”

Sima Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, waved his hand, and said quite tiredly: "Go ahead." ”

Sima Lang nodded, and then bowed down.

The courtyard door slammed gently, leaving Sima Jun alone to sit quietly, the dead leaves on the ground fluttered again, and the cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light.

"Yuan Zhonghe, Yuan Zhonghe..."

Sima Jun, who was two years old, looked at the chessboard on the stone table faintly, and the ants on the chessboard were moving, Sima Jun muttered a few words, and once again fell into a kind of mysterious fugue. (To be continued......)