Xu Qinghuan took the book in Song Chengxuan's hand and looked at it carefully.

This book is a privately printed engraved book, and there are many annotations on it, and there are two seals left at the end of the book, one is the seal of Mr. Wenxi, and the other is Zizaizhai.

Song Chengxuan just looked at these two private seals.

Needless to say, Mr. Wenxi is free......

Xu Qinghuan looked at Song Chengxuan: "Is this the prince's book seal?" ”

Song Chengxuan's gaze was like water in a deep well, deep and restrained: "My father and Mr. Wenxi have a private collection of books, I have only seen a few of them, and the rest of my father has never stayed in the palace, but I know that my father has this book seal."

When I searched for the book, I was sure that the person was Mr. Wenxi, and it was also because of the seal of this free fast. ”

Song Chengxuan still had a small box in front of him, he slowly opened the box, which contained a palm-sized booklet, the outer skin of the book was wrapped in a small piece of brocade, but the brocade was soaked with dark red stains.

Although the bloodstains were very old, they were still shocking to look at.

Song Chengxuan gently opened the pages of the book, and many of the handwriting on it were blurred because of the blood.

"This is a booklet that I made privately when I was enlightened, and I happened to carry this booklet with me when there was an accident at home.

When I was rescued from the palace by the Song family's room, Master Song was afraid that I would be in danger with this book, so he kept it for me, and then the Song family's room was killed, and Mrs. Song took someone to deal with the aftermath of Master Song, and found the book and returned it to me. ”

Song Chengxuan paused slightly when he said this, and this book seemed to bring him back to that night.

His tone was indifferent, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, and in the years when he had just escaped death, he didn't dare to think about it, as long as that scene appeared in his mind, the clothes on his body would be soaked with sweat in an instant.

The feeling made his spine tense, and even though he seemed calm on the surface now, the pain in his heart was the same as before.

Song Chengxuan thought about this, felt his shoulders soften, and the people around him leaned over.

Song Chengxuan looked down and saw her snuggling on her shoulder, looking up at him, her eyes were full of concern, and her soft fingers gently rubbed his arm, wanting to give him some comfort.

Song Chengxuan's chest, which seemed to be tightly pinched together, slowly stretched out, and the anger gradually subsided.

His voice became clear again: "Before that, when my father saw my booklet, he took it away to look at, and when he returned it to me, there was an extra book seal like this at the bottom of the book. ”

Song Chengxuan turned the last page to Xu Qinghuan, the seal on it was blurred, but if he carefully identified it, he could still see the word "comfortable".

Therefore, Song Chengxuan said that the prince of Wei intended to invite Mr. Wenxi to be his west seat, and showed this book to Mr. Wenxi, but also wanted Mr. to cherish his talents.

If nothing happened to the Wei Palace, maybe Mr. Wenxi would finally agree, and it was not easy to find such a smart student.

With these two seals corroborating each other, it can be determined that the person who privately sorted out the book collection with Wei Wangye was Mr. Wenxi.

Song Chengxuan continued: "I found these annotations and examined them carefully, since the accident in the Wei Palace, Mr. Wenxi has not annotated new books, but his old books have always been engraved. ”

Xu Qinghuan listened carefully to Song Chengxuan's words, Mr. Wenxi did not have a new book, maybe he changed his name, maybe he was disheartened and lived in seclusion in the mountains because of the tragic death of King Wei, but the most likely thing is that Mr. Wenxi is no longer alive.

The people in the palace had been to that courtyard to deliver letters, and if the matter was revealed, the imperial court would definitely go to that courtyard to check, and only by erasing all the clues could Song Chengxuan be safe.

What's more, the Song family had already discovered the danger before leaving Beijing, and Master Song had the heart of death, so naturally the people in the courtyard did the same.

In order to leave the bloodline of the Wei Wangfu, so many people paid with their lives.

"We will clear their grievances," Xu Qinghuan said, "The people who hid in the shadows back then will not be able to escape this time." ”

Wei Wangfu's mind was not originally on the dragon chair, the former emperor's framing and murder made Song Chengxuan have to hold a sharp weapon in his hand, and the first emperor's father and son finally had to swallow the fruit they planted.

Song Chengxuan put the booklet in his hand back into the box: "The person who finds the person who engraved Mr. Wenxi's book will get the answer we want." ”

What happened fourteen years ago will slowly be revealed.

……

In front of a grave.

The rickety old man put a stick of incense on the loess, and then he used his wrinkled hand to take out the tributes in the basket one by one.

Looking at the object in front of him, he nodded with satisfaction and lit the dark paper in his hand.

"Don't blame you," said the old man's hoarse voice, "today's tribute is too simple. ”

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but shake his head again: "Sir won't care about these things. ”

The light of the fire reflected the old man's cheeks, and when the fire in front of him burned out, he trembled and kowtowed three times to the tomb.

Every time he was done, he would pack up his things and leave here slowly, but today he had no intention of leaving, he looked around slowly.

It is rare to see people on this barren mountain on weekdays, not to mention that in such a winter, the firewood collectors will not walk so far to come here.

When Mr. was buried here, it was also known that Mr. liked to be quiet.

The old man sighed: "Sir, there are some things that I dare not say to others, so I have to come to you......"

After the old man said this, he paused slightly, and the wind carried away the last snow on the branches, blowing on the corners of his eyes, leaving a piece of crystal: "He did it again, just like fourteen years ago, what do you say I should do?"

Back then, you and the prince couldn't stop it, and this time I'm going to find someone to help. ”

The old man closed his mouth tightly after saying this, the incense in front of him was still burning, and he looked at the curling green smoke that was blown away by the wind, as if he wanted to get an answer from it.

But soon he gave up, how could someone who had long since passed away talk to him again.

He struggled to get up from the ground, bent over and lifted the basket, and staggered forward.

He had just walked a few steps when he noticed a young man walking towards him with a guard, who was carrying a basket in which there seemed to be incense and candles.

The old man smiled slightly, pretending to be casual: "The two of you also came to offer incense?" It's hard to walk on the snowy mountain road just now, so you should be careful. ”

The young man's eyes were introverted, but his eyebrows still showed a bit of authority, and the old man couldn't help but be a little nervous.

The young man walked to the deserted grave not far from the old man and stopped.

The old man was even more shocked, and he was about to leave quickly, but his eyes swept and saw a book in the guard's basket.

Although he was not very literate, he was very familiar with the book, because it was Mr. Wenxi's book, and he had taken it with his own hands to engrave it.

Fourteen years later, they came to find it.

……

Today's study in Beijing is over, and it is not easy to control the update time on the way back, so I will change it today, and everything will return to normal tomorrow.