In the cage, only the candle flame casts a dim halo.

"What is the luthier talking about? I don't understand. Yin Le blinked innocently and curled the corners of his lips, "I never said that I would kill the violinist." ”

Han Zhaoren was a little surprised, and then he saw Yin Le turn around and reach out to pick up his sideburns: "Master Hanqin, I'm a good talker." From now on, until I start to act, as long as you kowtow to Lu Qinshi ten times, I will spare your dog's life. ”

Han Zhaoren frowned again, and at that moment, he noticed something strange again.

This strange feeling hovered in his heart, lingering. When he looked up again, the person in front of him was long gone.

Han Zhaoren grabbed the railing of the prison and stared at Yin Le's departing back, his heart beating suddenly. He bit his lip tightly, he just couldn't figure out what Yin Le had to dare to threaten him.

On summer evenings, the sky is still bright. When Yin Le stepped back into the house with a cool breeze, he spotted Jimo and Xie Linyi sneakily wandering around the house.

She was about to speak, but was stopped by Xie Linping's gesture.

"What is this?"

Yin Le held back a smile and walked closer, only to hear Jimo say in a low voice: "The wine of the Guozi priest is here." ”

"Sacrificial wine? Coming to the Master? Yin Le narrowed his eyes and looked up at the room.

The wooden door was deliberately left with a crack, and Yin Le and the three of them picked up the crack in the door and peeked inside.

The person who was facing Yin Le and talking was Song Yu. And a man facing him, wearing a three-poinsettia robe, was undoubtedly a sacrificial wine from the Guozijian.

"Yes." Jimo said in a hoarse voice, "It is said that Mr. was awarded the title of Guozi Jian Cheng without the imperial examination, and his virtue is not worthy, so he specially came to ask Mr. for advice." ”

"Don't look at these two people talking, in fact, Xu Xijiu has come to us since the next dynasty and has stayed until now." Jimo complained.

This old antique pestered Mr. from morning to night, not only did he not eat food, but he also didn't have time to drink a sip of water.

But make him a book boy so angry!

Yin Le suppressed the twitching of the corners of his mouth and watched the play with Jimo.

She was transparent in her heart, and she was not worried about Song Yu's situation at all. However, Jimo and Xie Lin didn't dare to breathe, and listened to the back and forth between Xu Xijiu and Song Yu with trepidation.

From talking about "Zhou Yi" to "Spring and Autumn", which involves countless allusions, by the way, pulled out a large wave of red tape that Yin Le didn't understand, and finally talked about the new theory compiled by the previous dynasty, Yin Le and his party heard it in a fog.

I also heard it in the clouds, and Xu Xijiu himself. He obviously despised Song Yu, and wanted to give him a dismissal and let him resign from the position of the country's eunuch, so as not to bring humiliation on himself, why does he seem to be beaten upside down now?

"Sacrificial wine."

……

"Sacrificial wine?"

……

"Sacrifice wine." Song Yu asked softly three times before calling Xu Qiyuan back from his stunnedness.

He rubbed his old eyes and looked hard to see that the man in front of him was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. He was just a teenager, but during the conversation, he couldn't pick up the words as an old guy who had read books for decades.

"Supervisor Song, you have some skills." No matter how you look at it, all in front of you are a milky little cub, and it is difficult to take on a big responsibility. But Xu Qiyuan just couldn't find fault with him, this person was appointed by the emperor, and no matter how dissatisfied he was, he could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

"Thank you for your compliment." Song Yu's performance made Xu Qiyuan unable to see anything wrong.

Helpless, he pretended to shake the sleeves of his robe, and stood up from the ground in embarrassment: "I came today, but I want to see what kind of person Mr. Song is, and when I see it today, he is really a young talent." ”

"Your Excellency." Song Yu is modest.

Xu Qiyuan took advantage of the fact that his face was still hanging, and the soles of his feet were oiled, and he ran extremely fast.

Fleeing to the door, a scholar and a young boy collided with him.

Xu Qiyuan took a step back, looked the young man up and down, and couldn't help asking, "Your Excellency is not a student of Song Jiancheng?" ”

"Yes." Yin Le took a step back and saluted Xu Saijiu.

"I heard that Song Jian Cheng mentioned you to the emperor." Xu Qiyuan couldn't help but nod with satisfaction when he saw that she was well-mannered, "Young man, the future is immeasurable." ”

Yin Le was confused in his heart, with an embarrassed rather than polite smile on his face.

"Thank you for the praise of the sacrificial wine."

As for the question, when Xu Qiyuan left, Yin Le slipped into the house and found the person concerned.

"What did you say to the emperor?" Yin Le looked terrified, "Didn't you recommend me to enter the palace to serve Jinshang?" ”

She wanted to be an official, but she had no interest in eunuchs.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Song Yu raised his forehead, "I am your master, how could I harm you so much?" ”

Yin Le stuck out his tongue and looked embarrassed: "Then you ......"

"Heaven must not be divulged." Halfway through her speech, she was ruthlessly cut off by Song Yu.

"Don't talk about me." Yin Le compromised, "How are you chatting with Xu Saijiu?" ”

"Talk about the sky to death, quote scriptures, make him speechless, that's all." The eunuch of the Guozijian said the most cruel thing in the most relaxed tone.

The sacrificial wine of the dignified Guozijian is only humbly asked for advice by students on weekdays, and he is an old pedant, who claims to be knowledgeable, and now he is rejected by a little kid who has not yet reached the crown, and he has not spit out a mouthful of blood, which is considered to be his recuperation.

"The children of other commoners are all trying to become officials." Yin Le took the refreshments brought by Jimo, brought them to his lips and took a sip, "Only the master, although he is Bai Ding, can find ways to get an official position for himself." ”

"Student, I'm really jealous." Yin Le's eyes turned, and she noticed that Song Yu's originally scattered black hair was tied in the crown of her head, and a hosta was pinned to it.

There is a saying in the Great Zhou etiquette law, and the male twenty lines of crown salute and marry from the rear. However, in order to obtain official positions early, many people performed the crown ceremony at the age of far less than 20.

Song Yu is the same, but this person is relatively uninhibited, he didn't even hold a crown ceremony, and he wore a crown, which means adulthood.

"What are students jealous of?" Song Yu couldn't help but snicker when he saw Yin Le staring at his hair crown, "Students are young and talented, but they can be regarded as teachers, and it is better to perform the crown later." ”

"How have I ever been jealous of my master and my crown?" Yin Le hurriedly looked away, "What I'm jealous of is that the master is so knowledgeable that he can make Xu Xijiu return disappointed." ”

"If I can have the level of a master, I think no man in the world will dare to despise me...... I! Yin Le covered his head and glared at Song Yu resentfully.

"Master, am I not right? Why play me? ”

"Remember." Song Yu sighed lightly, and met Yin Le's angry and resentful little eyes, "If you don't make results first, even if you read more than 10,000 volumes, you will only be like Guo Cailian, and you will be praised by a talented woman." ”

"Before you really live for sure, don't have the idea of recovering your daughter's body at all."

This is the imprint given to women in this era, and even Yin Le has to abide by it.