A white carrier pigeon flew in the thick drizzle of Jiankang City, through the wind and rain, and flew into the famous ink alley in the south of the city.

Ink Lane is famous not only because it is different from other streets and alleys, and it is paved with ink stone. It is also because the two most powerful families in this imperial city live here - the Rong family of Xiangfu and the Fang family of Guogongfu.

Tired from the long flight, the carrier pigeon stopped on the high wall, turned its head and combed its slightly wet feathers with its hard red beak.

Within the high wall, the thick tile heavy eaves, the corridor is roundabout, the carved beams and paintings are unfolded through the ages, looking at it, I don't know how deep it is.

The carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew towards the depths of the bustling compound.

In May, the new lotus in the pond grows into a green pond with a clear green green color.

Rong Yi wore a thin crimson robe, his hair was covered with a simple white hosta, his skin was white, he looked like a Zhilan jade tree, and he had a leisurely wind in the mountains and forests, holding a rose-red carved lacquer bowl in one hand, and leisurely leaning on the railing by the flower pond to feed the fish.

His complexion was indifferent, and he couldn't see a trace of the depression that he should be forced to relax.

"Childe, Ah Xian has a letter from Chuzhou."

Holding the bamboo tube that had just been removed from the pigeon's leg, Hong Bo stood still behind Rong Yi, because he was walking in a hurry on the road, and his breath was still a little unstable.

"What did you say?"

Rong Yi casually twisted the fish food and sprinkled it in the flower pond, falling and dingdong, and the water in the pond rippled finely. Red, red, yellow and yellow koi fish shuttle under the lotus leaves to feed, so lively.

Rong Yi's expression suddenly became a little lonely.

With Rong Yi's permission, Hong Bo opened the bamboo tube sealed with wax, and in addition to the fire paint on the letterhead seal, it was unfolded in the wind. His eyes swept over the paper, and he said:

Ah Xian said that he found Mu Si's traces in Huairentang and led his troops to arrest him, but he was seriously injured by Liangqing.

Also, Mu Si has a deep affection for Chang Qianfo, and was encouraged by him to turn against Jin Yanchen. At present, it seems that he did not participate in the Chuzhou people's uprising, not only did he have no fault, but he had merit. ”

More than half of the content of the letter was already known to Rong Yi. The reason why I have to pass it on again is to show it to those who have a heart.

The letter is still the same letter, but I don't know how many times the fire paint and sealing wax have been scraped off and applied.

In the royal family and Ning Yu's prime minister's mansion, there are a large number of strange people and strange people, who specialize in pondering these doorways.

"You look at these fish, how comfortable you are. They want all their lives, but they eat in one bite. If you ask less, your heart will be relaxed and at ease. ”

Rong Yi looked at the colorful carp wagging his tail at his feet and said lightly.

"It's not comfortable either." Hong Bo said: "I have been trapped in a narrow flower pond all my life, I don't know the river, and I am very pitiful. ”

Rong Yi smiled faintly, turned around, raised his hand slightly, and a little boy in Tsing Yi standing under the moon gate ran over to take the food bowl and took it to clean.

"Humber is still so relieved."

He said with a light smile, taking the scroll from Humber's hand and reading it.

Fang Xian was much more careful than before, a letter that was not short, there was no handle to grasp, and the words and sentences were scrutinized, and it took a lot of thought.

"It's hard for him, he was stabbed by Liangqing, I'm afraid I'll have to recuperate for a while."

"Ah Xian has grown up, not the child he used to be." Hung Bo sighed.

Rong Yi still smiled.

What's so good about growing up? He only said it in his heart.

Fang Xian's aunt Fang Huiyi married his cousin Rong Hui, and his two aunts married Fang Xian's uncle and uncle respectively.

But he is not a few years older than Fang Xian, playing in a small place, Fang Xian treats him as a brother, "Ah Yi" and "Ah Yi" screams, and never treats him as an elder.

He used to be like that, too.

It's just that later, he took on the burden of the two families, and no matter what he did, he considered it from the aspect of a big family, and slowly, he naturally regarded Fang Xian as a junior.

Fang Xian is upright and strong, and he can't rub sand in his eyes. This is a good thing and not a good one.

Rong Yi thought, anyway, there is him in the court, Fang Yan and Fang Lian in the army, and Qing Yan in the harem, which is enough. Let him live according to his own nature.

What a happy thing it is for a person to be able to act according to his own mood and likes and dislikes, not to be bound by the world, and to sharpen his heart.

He couldn't, he hoped that Fang Xian could live his life like this.

The truth is still not. every day

After the battle of the wasteland, Fang Xian's words and deeds obviously changed greatly.

Rong Yi didn't know how long it took him to force himself to accept the glorious selfishness and pickles behind the closed door.

In short, Fang Xian disappeared for a while, and when he reappeared, he was no longer the Geng Zhi general who only did things according to his own intentions and principles.

He learned to weigh and compromise, and was willing to do things he would never have done before. As Humber said, from a child to an adult.

Children are simple, right is right, wrong is wrong, and adults are always helpless.

Children are sincere, adults are hypocritical.

He said: Ah Yi, it turns out that your heart is so bitter.

Is he bitter? Rong Yi didn't know.

The most bitter thing for him is that he has longed for countless weddings, but it is not the woman he loves who holds hands into the cave room, and he has to laugh so that everyone thinks he is happy; The most bitter thing is that he stood alone on the city wall in the north of the border blowing the cold wind, reading the last line she wrote to him: Ah Yi, I am getting married. You're doing well, come back alive.

He came back alive, and saw only the grass on her grave.

How did you feel at that time? Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart, but like this, Coptis will not be more bitter than the heart. It's just that so much time has passed, and he doesn't remember much anymore.

After all, he still can't protect Ah Xian for the rest of his life. He thought a little lost. Raise your hand to dust off your thin shirt and walk towards the study.

The carved curved rails are heavy, and the light and shadow are bright and dark.

Outside the red fence is a drizzle and flowers, like spring; He walked silently in the turbulent corridor, but there was a kind of autumn-like gloom. It's like stepping on time and years, going back step by step, and going through this life.

There are piles of cases in the study.

Two rows of black and red lacquer bookcases in jujube wood stand against the wall, densely stuffed with books, and at a glance, they are all thick spines.

On the left-hand side of the wall is a blue brick lattice, and the whole wall is full of lattice, and there are all kinds of unique classics that he has collected over the years, sheepskin, silk silk, bamboo slips, broken and yellow, with a kind of old sadness, which has been neatly picked up, and lies quietly in the dark shadows.

It is said to be lifeless, like a tomb prepared for himself by a dying old man, and it looks strange and uncomfortable.

Fang Xian didn't think that he had never liked to think so much.

The tone of the whole study is dark, and only a mutton fat white jade bottle is provided in the corner of the desk, half a bottle of water, and a fine willow is inserted.

It was the only vivid color in this gloomy and dead room.

Rong Yi walked to the dark red desk, rolled up his sleeves, wet the pen with ink, and began to write the folds:

"The guilty man is terrified:

The minister is incompetent, and since the edict, he has been conscientious day and night, thinking hard, and not daring to be lazy.

However, after many investigations and hard searches, there is still no trace of the thief.

The general Xian was ordered to enter Chuzhou Anmin, and was surprised to hear that Mu Dianke, the holy daughter of the Ming Palace, was housed in the Huairen Hall of the Medicine Hall of Changjiabao. The general led 12 guards to arrest him, but to no avail, he returned with serious injuries.

……

Although Mu Dian Ke is a person from the Ming Palace, he has been with Jin Yanchen for a long time. After investigation, it was found that he defected to protect the people in the midst of the people's uprising, and had the intention of abandoning the dark and turning to the light. The sinner thought it was ......"

In the letter, he elaborated on the entanglement of Jin, Mu, and Chang, seven points were verified and confirmed, and three points were fabricated.

The strength of Chen Ming Palace is also strong, facing the enemy or fearing heavy casualties, you can use the strategy of solicitation to break it one by one. If the above is not allowed, please send troops to support it, so as not to miss the blow and startle the snake......

After I finished writing, I read it again. I took a new notebook, added and reduced Xu characters, and copied it again. The handwriting is decent, cautious, and almost cowardly, which is very different from the previous handwriting.

He lit a fire fold and threw the original piece into the bronze tripod.

The tongue of fire with orange and red mixed with blue flames whirred up, licking the sonorous ink of the pen in an instant.

Raising his hand, he handed the fold to Humber and gently instructed: "Find an appropriate time and hand it over." ”

can reach the heavens anytime and anywhere with a white-clothed body, and look at the entire court, and only Rong Yi is alone.

Liu Yuan received the piece presented by Rong Yi after lunch.

The weather is getting hotter, the Fengzao Palace has already placed an ice basin, and there is a three-legged beast chisel gold incense burner on the red sandalwood, which is smoking Xuanhe curtain, and the slightest coolness emanating from the ice basin, a cold fragrance and charm into the nose.

The heat is gone.