Yin Mao pointed at Ge Song and was poor, "You, you", flicked his sleeves, "Unreasonable, be careful of playing with fire and burning yourself!" ”

"Then don't bother with it!"

While he was talking, Chenxin had arrived, blessed a few people, and sat on one side to play the yaoqin...

Between the toasts, swaying, Ge Song laughed poorly, "Shen Wenqi is a woman, Ge Song wants to meet her for a while, even if the peony flower dies, I also wish, such a unique woman, tsk, there must be a flavor!"

If she loses her virginity to me, she will not go away as a woman, and if she wants to stay by King Rui's side any longer, will King Rui still want her?

In this way, it killed two birds with one stone, and broke off the relationship between King Zhuang, King Rui and Hubu Shangshu. ”

Yin Mao looked at Ge Song, who had no shape, and shook his head, "If you want to touch a rose, don't touch a thorn!"

There are many people around her to protect her, not to mention that such a woman can't be treated as an ordinary person.

is ambitious, and her reputation and womanhood can help her.

You really her off, and Fan will work King Rui.

But the master, his face was very dull.

We still pressed her before her identity was exposed, so that we could get out of this evil breath for our master. ”

Ge Song was not strong enough to be honest with everyone, and poured a glass of wine for Yin Mao, "Don't worry about thinking about martial arts."

Your Highness's token? ”

glanced at Li Zhong, "Guard Li values that token so much, we don't dare to ask more, but there is a plan to restrain this woman so that she can no longer treat Yang Xinjiang." ”

Li Zhong looked at Ge Song, "Let's talk about it." ”

Ge Song sat on the seat crookedly, and said casually and a little melancholy: "The beauty can't be in my arms, it's a pity."

Shen Wenqi.

Well," she turned the wine glass and ordered the wine table, "The people in the back house of the Shen Mansion are not easy to move, but there are two concubines in the Shen Mansion, who are not too old or young, and are not deeply involved in the world, it is the time to deceive, it is better to hold these two people hostage, and the Shen Mansion will definitely throw a rat bogey, so it is good to beat Shen Xiangzhao and Shen Wenqi."

If Shen Wenqi still insisted on going his own way, he picked up the pants of the two concubines and threw them into the men's hall.

Shen Xiangzhao can afford to lose this person, and use Shen Xiangzhao to persuade Shen Wenqi, okay?

The grace of nurturing is far greater than the grace of childbirth, and the children under the adoptive father are more grateful.

How many people say? ”

Li Zhong stroked his hand on the table, thinking carefully about Ge Song's poor words, "Ge Song's plan is not bad, he needs to be more restrained in life, and his future will be better!" ”

Ge Song raised his wide sleeves, "In Xia Ping's life, wine and women", after that, he looked at Chenxin with his eyes confused.

Chenxin concentrated on playing the yaoqin, without a single wrong note.

It's just that Ge Song, who often lies in the Mandarin Duck Tower, still noticed something unusual, the woman's artistic conception was a little nervous, and she walked to Chenxin with a wine glass and swaying, "Do you want to have a drink?" ”

Chenxin took the wine glass, smiled charmingly, "Thank you, Lord reward", the wide sleeves were half covered, and she drank the wine in the cup, "What, do you want a little woman to accompany you?" ”

Ge Song looked at Chenxin's clever smile and looked annoyed, "No need, go down and wait!" ”

Chenxin smiled, and Fuli stepped back, "Drink well, everyone." ”

...

The capital Luojia Temple relaxed its guards.

A few days later, Li Zhong evaded the defense of Jinwuwei, sneaked in at night, and knelt in front of the bed indoors, "dereliction of duty."

There is another situation in the county... Yang Xinjiang is expected to be cured, but he is afraid that something bad will happen. ”

The curtain did not move, and a voice came from inside the tent, "The 30,000 troops of Funiu Mountain are now pretending to be people and merchants to lurk in the capital, listening to Hou Wu's orders!" ”

"Yes! This is to inform Sun Yang. ”

"Also, there are not enough people in the palace, especially the Hall of Loyalty."

"Yes, let's pick some fine men."

"This time you must have a snack, success or failure is in one fell swoop!"

"Humble duty understands!"

...

Yang Mansion of the Gun

Yang Xinjiang was already able to sit in a wheelchair, his hands could be lifted with great effort, and he could only lift up, raising his arms to point under the osmanthus tree in front of him.

Yang Lao is really a drunken idiot, Fu Chun shook his head lightly, or pushed

Pushed the wheelchair to the osmanthus tree, "It has dried up."

Want to have a drink?

I ordered the wine shops to fetch some. ”

Yang Xinjiang glared at Fu Chun and closed his eyes angrily.

At this time, Yang Sirong and Wen Qi walked out of the house.

Holding the medicine bowl, he squatted in front of his father's wheelchair.

Wen Qi also glared at Fu Chun, "You're ruining my signboard." ”

Fu Chun tilted his head and ignored the content of the conversation with Yang Xinjiang.

Wen Qi looked at him with a smile and didn't find fault.

Yang Xinjiang didn't say a word, and drank the bitter medicine in one go, less of the past friction.

Yang Sirong looked at the medicine bowl in a daze.

Yang Xinjiang whimpered, looked at Yang Sirong with hopeful eyes, and then looked at the place where the jar was buried under the osmanthus tree.

"Father has something to say", Yang Sirong wiped the medicine stains on Yang Xinjiang's lips.

Fu Chun also looked over and looked at Yang Xinjiang's excited expression... Breaking ground and taking out the special wine jar, "Old Yang likes this the most, and he won't let him throw it away." ”

"Your Highness, can you show it to the little girl?" , Yang Sirong frowned.

Wen Qi's eyes lit up.

Fu Chun was a little stunned and handed over the jar.

Arousing someone's curiosity, Wen Qi took the wine jar first, looked up and down, left and right, what could be the strange thing, and checked his hand again: "This wine jar has a secret?" ”

Seeing that this thing attracted everyone's attention, Yang Xinjiang's heart was revived and safe, and he smiled.

Wen Qi stroked the wine jar with his hand, "poof" and blew, the dust was less, and he knocked again, the sound was relatively muffled, and it was a little light, "It's strange, it's not pottery." ”

Yang Sirong already understood, "The little boy is smart, guess again!" ”

Wen Qi frowned and looked up at the woman, "Ah Rong will be naughty too, then I'll guess and get a knife!" ”

Scraping off the outer layer of paint, revealing sawdust, looking at everyone with a smile, and finally the smiling eyes fell on Fu Chun.

Fu Chun coughed, rubbing his hand back and forth on his forehead.

He had a little more breath of life, looking at him, Wen Qi smiled, and stretched out his hand to the inner wall of the wine jar, the particles were rough, and under the sun, there were black spots, "Strange here?" ”

Yang Sirong nodded and smiled, "Sirong is a child", and shook her head again, "There is more important thing!" ”

"Oh~"

Wen Qi put the stain on the tip of her tongue and added it, sweet with burnt bitterness, and sourness.

Fu Chun frowned, and put his hand on her wrist, "You"

Wen Qi shook his head, "It's okay, as a doctor, I've done this a lot before, don't worry." ”

looked at Yang Xinjiang firmly: "These stains are famous!" ”

Fu Chun's expression was not very good.

Yang Sirong didn't play anymore, took out the soap corner from the house and smeared it, and then removed it with a wet cloth...

The inner wall is inscribed with words, "

Walking on the autumn mountain road, it is cold and silent.

The frost is white and covers the thunder peak, and the west gate meets the old man.

Raise a glass to the wine, and there is no return under the moon.

Before asking where the temple was, it was hazy. ”

Wen Qi frowned and looked at Yang Sirong, Yang Sirong shook her head, "Father likes carving, as well as studying all strange things, as for poetry, Sirong is not very proficient!" ”

Fu Chun's appetite was also aroused for a while, and he didn't mention Wen Qi's rash move just now.

Hidden so deeply, there must be a deep meaning, Tibetan poetry, guess an hour, try to say a few answers.

Now that they knew this poem, Yang Xinjiang was not as anxious as before, and they all shook their heads patiently to the riddles of several people.

Instead, he looked at Yang Sirong with a smile.

Yang Sirong pointed back at herself, "Father believes me? ”

Yang Xinjiang nodded.

At this time, Yang Siming came back from the school, looked at a few people, and walked timidly towards the house.

Yang Sirong ran over and grabbed Yang Siming, "Ah Ming, can you guess a word?" A few of us are too stupid, so it's up to us to see what happens. ”

swept everyone around, stood behind my sister, took the jar, and my eyes lit up.

Yang Sirong captured

When it arrived, "Siming knows!" ”

Yang Siming lowered his head.

Yang Sirong put her hands on his shoulders, "Do you remember those bad guys?" Do you want to avenge your sister? ”

Yang Siming's eyes flickered, he squatted down, and covered his head with both hands.

"I want you to stand up, I want you to avenge me", Yang Sirong's stern but resolute voice.

Wen Qi took a step forward.

Yang Sirong blocked it.

Yang Siming stood up, whispered a few words in his sister's ear, walked towards the house with heavy steps, and closed the door.

Wen Qi looked at the door, "Ah Rong, don't be in a hurry, you better go and see him." ”

Yang Xinjiang, who was sitting in a chair, looked at the door and whimpered.

Yang Sirong shook her head, "Give him time, and he will come out." ”

Squatted in front of his father's wheelchair and held his father's hand, "I already know the answer, father, you are amazing."

Amin is your son, and he was terrified after this catastrophe.

But if he can stand up, believe in him and believe in me.

With me, he won't be alone, he won't be low all the time. ”

Yang Xinjiang had tears in his eyes and nodded.

And Yang Sirong only smiled faintly.

Take out a piece of paper from the house, write the poem, fold it into a paper boat, and splice out a few untidy words at the bottom of the boat, "Xishan Frost Moon Temple"

...

The next day, Nishiyama Frost Moon Temple.

Five or six hundred people with sticks blocked Wen Qi and his party.

Fu Chun took the token and ordered him to report, and after a while, a monk came out and led everyone to the meditation room in the temple.

A few people didn't know the meaning of this place name, so they had to talk to the host Yunsheng, "We are entrusted by Yang Lao Yang Xinjiang to visit the master. ”

Yun Sheng looked at a few people deeply, and said a Zen language, "Yang Lao's osmanthus wine is mellow, but it is a pity that Lao Wei can't drink the wine, which is a big regret in this life!" ”

His eyes lit up, and Wen Qi followed his voice and said, "Well, yes, people still have a fragrance when they go to drink."

One of the inscription poems is a poem, which cannot be understood in the next, and the master is knowledgeable and will be able to interpret one or two in the next.

Walking on the autumn mountain road, it is cold and silent.

The frost is white and covers the thunder peak, and the west gate meets the old man.

Raise a glass to the wine, and there is no return under the moon.

Before asking where the temple was, it was hazy.

It is exactly what Yang Lao asked. ”

Yun Sheng turned the Buddha bead in his hand, "Is Old Yang okay?" ”

Wen Qi shook his head, "Barely survived." ”

Yun Chang sighed, waved his hand, and a little novice came in, and the little novice handed over something.

Yun Sheng said slowly: "Last year, Yang Lao handed Lao Gu a thing, telling him not to take it out rashly, and not to go to him, let alone inquire about his current situation, if someone holds the wine he brewed or reads this poem, this thing can be published." ”

Wen Qi took it and saw that it was a clotted jade jade pendant, surrounded by carved patterns of two dragons playing with pearls, and in the center was a jade plate the size of an egg. At a glance, he knew that it was not a mortal thing, who dared to wear a dragon ornament pattern on his body, and looked at Fu Chun.

Fu Chun saw Xuanyu coiling in his heart, the gossamer was circling, and when he looked closely, it looked like a dragon roaring, which was actually a token of Fu Jun, the third emperor's brother.

His eyebrows were frowning, his back was cold, and he waved his hand to Wu Sun for a long time: "The Imperial Brother Mansion in the capital sent a letter, and there was another inside story in the case before the county. ”

...

Capital Qian Mansion

Qian Liansheng held a letterhead in his hand.

Yesterday, my father didn't return overnight, and my acquaintances in the capital asked about it, but there was no trace of my father, and I was going to report the case in Jingzhao Mansion, but this letterhead was shot on the door in the morning...

The content of the letter is that when the royal temple Luojia Temple was renovated in the twelfth year of the Shengming Dynasty, the greedy ink carpentry team was 5,000 taels of silver, and the money was incriminated.

If you want to die down, you need to exchange two people.

That is Shen Fuwen Guo Wenshi... Your father should be a returnee.

Qian Liansheng read the content of the evidence transcription, and his heart sank completely, if this matter is revealed, not only will his father's official rank be stripped away, but his hard-working identity and future will be in vain.

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