Although he is in the harem and has the power to assist the sixth house, Nanyan cannot understand the subtle changes of everyone and every moment in the harem.

It's like she knows that people's hearts are fickle, but she can't predict whose hearts will change and how they will change.

In a blink of an eye, it was the eve of the ceremony.

The night was deep, like a thick black curtain, shrouding the originally quiet and elegant Takema Academy, adding a bit of a deep and strange atmosphere to the place.

In the light room, a lone lamp is like a bean.

Jian Ruocheng sat at the table, looking at the flickering candlelight, as if she was in a wavering mood at the moment.

At this moment, there was a very light footstep outside the door.

A gust of wind blew the candle flame in front of him swayed slightly, and Jian Ruocheng's gaze was reflected in a bright and uncertain manner, and he said in a deep voice, "Who?"

"Master, it's me."

Hearing this voice, Jian Ruocheng frowned slightly, got up and opened the door, and saw a student standing in front of the door with a candle, it was none other than Qian Xiuwen, the student who had caused a storm in Takema Academy because of his illness and injury before.

He saluted respectfully to Jian Ruocheng, "Master." ”

Jian Ruocheng said, "It's so late to repair the text, what are you going to do?"

The student saw that the Master's room was still lit.

"Hmm"

"In the past few days, the master has hardly slept all night."

Jian Ruocheng was silent for a moment and said, "I just can't sleep, you come in." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the table and sat down, Qian Xiuwen also walked in, put the candlestick in his hand on the table, and then knelt opposite him in a regular manner.

There were two candles on the table, which illuminated the house a little brighter.

However, in the face of these two clusters of flames, Jian Ruocheng's eyes were still cold, and even dark.

He looked at the student in front of him and said gently, "How is your injury?"

Qian Xiuwen glanced down at his wrist, there was still a thick bandage wrapped there, but it didn't hurt anymore, plus the two days of recuperation, the person was much better.

"The students are fine," he said. ”

"Have you ever had this disease before?"

"There have been times, but every time I faint for a while, I wake up, not as serious as this time, so the students didn't care."

"This can't be done, no matter how much you study literature, you can't ignore your body."

"After this time, the students know that they will never be sloppy again."

"That's good."

Qian Xiuwen looked at the gloomy look on his face, and said softly, "Master, are you still worried about the upcoming ceremony tomorrow, and the students are going to go to the festival to give a eulogy?"

Jian Ruocheng was silent for a moment, and then said, "Aren't you worried?"

Qian Xiuwen said, "There are some senior brothers who are a little indignant. ”

“”

"Especially, this morning they tried to leave the academy, but they were stopped by the guards outside. It was as if we were in prison. ”

“”

Jian Ruocheng smiled faintly.

In the smile, there was some helplessness and some bitterness.

The academy was supposed to be a place of freedom, and these students just came to study and solve their doubts, but now, because of them, they have become "prisoners", and it is even possible that in the future, there are unknown dangers waiting for them.

His heart is not without heavy pressure.

However, he looked up at the student in front of him, and saw that his face, which was too pale because of his illness, had a very calm expression, and said, "You don't seem to be too worried. ”

Qian Xiuwen thought for a while and said, "In the past, I was very resistant to the affairs of the imperial court, but so many things have happened in the past few days, and the students have some ideas and want to talk to the master. ”

Jian Ruocheng knew that his purpose tonight turned out to be this.

Then he said, "You say." ”

Qian Xiuwen said, "The son who saved me is actually His Royal Highness the King of Wei, I heard that he may also be the future prince, right?"

Jian Ruocheng glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "It's just a possibility." ”

I added another sentence in my heart, but this possibility is getting smaller.

Qian Xiuwen said, "His father, the person who came to the academy that day is His Majesty the Emperor today. ”

"Not bad."

Qian Xiuwen took a deep breath.

Qian Xiuwen said with a complicated expression, "Before, I have been hearing rumors that the emperor was cruel and unkind, and killed King Ning's own brother with his own hands; and his perverse behavior, moreover, he is not a royal family at all, and he is not worthy of inheriting the throne. ”

"Well, what do you think"

"The student didn't make contact with him, so he couldn't speak. However, this time, the King of Wei was framed and harmed me, no matter where this matter is placed, it is a big case, and in addition, our academy has been making unfavorable remarks against the court and the emperor before, but he didn't even take action against our academy. This is still very surprising to students. ”

“”

Jian Ruocheng did not speak.

Qian Xiuwen continued, "Of course, the most surprising thing for students is King Wei. ”

"Oh why"

"Master may not know that before I became ill, I was listening to Master's words and going to Gezhu; But he was very troubled in his heart, and he was always lawless, and it was his words that made the students suddenly enlightened. ”

"Oh what he said"

"He told me that bamboo does not change, everything remains the same, and the only thing that will change is the human heart."

"The Human Heart"

"Yes, he said, the heart gives birth to all things."

“”

"So, what I want is the bamboo in my heart."

“”

"I think he is right, the heart does not change, everything does not change; Only when the heart is covered with dust, bamboo is not the original bamboo. ”

Hearing this, Jian Ruocheng's originally silent eyes also shook slightly.

He muttered, "Dust on my heart"

For some reason, this sentence kept stirring in his heart, as if something was surging, but he couldn't tell what it was.

After a long silence, he muttered to himself, "This kid is making so fast progress." ”

"Hmm"

Qian Xiuwen didn't hear clearly, raised his head and looked at him, "Master, what are you talking about?"

He hurriedly shook his head and said in disguise, "It's nothing, you go on." ”

"Oh."

Qian Xiuwen said again, "Of course, as a prince, he has better knowledge than us, which is not surprising, but it is not easy for him to see this." ”

“”

"However, what the students really didn't expect was that he had such good medical skills and would be desperate to save me."

“”

"Master, there are many people around us who study medicine, but most of them are doing it for a livelihood or inheriting their family education, but His Royal Highness the King of Wei is obviously not. He took the initiative to study medicine, saying that this man was a very benevolent person. ”

“”

"The student can't help but wonder, if such a person can inherit the throne and become the emperor of our Great Yan Dynasty, will it be better in the future?"

“”

Jian Ruocheng's gaze flickered slightly with the flickering candle flame.

"You think about it, it's a long way," he said. ”

“”

"It's rare that your eyes are not only on the present, it seems that these days of learning have not been in vain."

Qian Xiuwen smiled humbly.

Immediately, he showed a worried look and said, "What the student doesn't understand is Minor Xia." ”

Jian Ruocheng said, "Oh"

"He, what the hell is he?"

“”

"Master, whether this academy belongs to Master, or to him, or to someone else, we never thought about this question before we came here to study, but now, we feel very strange."

“”

"In retrospect, the master was teaching us to learn literature, and all along, some things about the imperial court seem to have been spread by Xia Minor Xiu and his people, and then tell us."

“”

"And the students heard from other junior brothers that this time, Xia Minor even framed the King of Wei for murder, and in order to kill people, he even attacked me."

He said this with a pained expression.

Jian Ruocheng's brows also twisted into a pimple.

Qian Xiuwen took a deep breath, and then said, "Master, who is he and why did he do this?"

“”

"And what is the purpose of his doing this?"

“”

"Our academy has experienced this incident, what will happen in the future?"

Looking at his serious and worried eyes, Jian Ruocheng sighed lightly and said, "This is also something that you are all worried about, right?"

“”

"You can't sleep, and you're worried about the future of the academy, aren't you?"

Qian Xiuwen nodded lightly.

Jian Ruocheng looked at him for a while, with a faint, imperceptible smile on his face, and said, "You don't have to worry, after this incident"

Speaking of which, somehow, his throat choked.

Qian Xiuwen looked at him with some surprise, and Jian Ruocheng smiled and said, "Everything will be settled." ”

"Is it?"

"Hmm."

"That"

I don't know why, although Jian Ruocheng smiled, Qian Xiuwen still felt that this master had a little different emotions than usual, but he had no way to ask more, so he could only get up and salute him, "Then, the student is bothered." Master, rest early. ”

Jian Ruocheng sat at the table and nodded, "Go back early to rest, tomorrow's ceremony will be very tiring." ”

"Yes."

Qian Xiuwen turned around and walked out.

Jian Ruocheng didn't move, listening to his footsteps gradually drifting away, and the wind gradually rising, blowing the bamboo leaves rustling outside, setting off this originally quiet night with a little restlessness and panic.

Like at this moment, his state of mind.

I don't know how long later, he got up slowly, but walked to a very hidden cabinet, opened the door, and took out a box from inside, and then, taking out a key from the place close to him, and carefully opened the box.

The moonlight is cold.

The moonlight through the window shone on his wooden face, and also on the box.

A broken book, and three clear words on it

Living Note.

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