In September, the lotus flowers have been planted, and only the dead branches in the pond are unevenly folded in the water.

The water is shiny, clear and moving.

Zhao Qi sat with his back against the pillar of the pavilion, his feet crossed at random on a stone bench in front of him, his eyes closed, and his expression was a little depressed.

I don't know what Zhao Qi was thinking, I didn't even pay attention to Ye Qingzhi when I walked in, or I directly ignored the slight movement.

Ye Qingzhi kicked Zhao Qi unceremoniously, and her voice was as cold as usual: "Get out of the way." ”

Zhao Qi opened his eyes, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he thought that the person who came was Kagura them.

After Zhao Qi put down his feet, Ye Qingzhi sat on the stone bench, supported her chin with one hand, and didn't speak, just looked at the pool in a daze.

But Zhao Qi couldn't stand the loneliness and asked, "Girl, what's so nice about those dead leaves in front of you?" ”

Hearing this, Ye Qingzhi didn't look back, and said unceremoniously: "Better looking than you." ”

Zhao Qi didn't have any way in front of Ye Qingzhi, and sighed: "Girl, you came to me to carry it?" ”

Ye Qingzhi finally retracted her gaze, glanced at Zhao Qi very seriously, and then asked, "What is in that pool?" ”

"Lotus?"

"Isn't it here?"

"It's gone."

"What's there to see?"

Zhao Qi twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's nothing to look at." I felt that Ye Qingzhi was contradictory when she said this, obviously she was watching it herself.

Ye Qingzhi sat in the wind, her yellow clothes fluttering, reflecting the casualness, and said in a clear voice: "There is nothing to see in the flower pavilion, what is there to think about when a person dies." ”

Zhao Qi realized that after going around in a big circle, Ye Qingzhi was changing his way to comfort him? In an instant, a stream of heat flowed through Zhao Qi's heart, Zhao Qi reached out and touched it, opened his mouth and smiled, warm and welcoming.

In fact, Ye Qingzhi knows that if she doesn't go through this experience, Zhao Qi can figure it out by herself, after all, Zhao Qi is not the kind of person who drills the horns of the bull. However, seeing his lonely back, I couldn't help but come over.

Having said this, Ye Qingzhi felt that it was time to stop, so she was ready to stand up and leave.

"Actually, there's just one thing I can't figure out." Zhao Qi frowned and said.

Ye Qingzhi had already left her seat, sat back down, and raised her head to look at him: "What?" ”

Zhao Qi's eyes turned deep, the expression on his face was also a little confused, his fingers rubbed his chin, and said: "At that time, we were stationed in the White Bone Ridge behind the sandbar, and one night Meng Yue said that he found a sinkhole in front, and things were a little strange, let me go with him to take a look." But when I got there, Meng Yue suddenly seemed to be a different person, and attacked me frantically, until finally, Meng Yue fell into the sinkhole, and I searched for three days and three nights but didn't find it. ”

Ye Qingzhi raised her eyebrows and pondered for a moment, and asked, "Did he have any abnormalities before?" ”

Zhao Qi shook his head and replied with certainty: "No." ”

"What about that sinkhole, how did it come about?"

Zhao Qi's brows furrowed even tighter: "I don't know, the strangest thing is that the sinkhole disappeared the next day." ”

This time, even Ye Qingzhi was startled, her eyes dilated, and she said, "Suddenly disappeared?" ”

Zhao Qi nodded: "Yes." ”

Ye Qingzhi thought for a while, leaned her arm against the table, leaned over slightly, and asked seriously, "Are you sure you saw the sinkhole the night before?" ”

"Sure, I just watched Meng Yue fall in." It was impossible for Zhao Qi to remember wrongly, but when he said this, his expression was full of doubts.

Ye Qingzhi naturally couldn't figure out what the principle was, but she was very interested in this kind of weird thing, and said, "If I have the opportunity, I want to see it with my own eyes." ”

Zhao Qi waved his hand: "No, this thing is too weird, and later I told them in Los Angeles that Meng Yue died in my hands, and the person fell off the cliff." ”

Ye Qingzhi knew why Zhao Qi said this, the most taboo ghost in the military camp would shake the morale of the army. Although they can be relied on in Los Angeles, they can't guarantee that anyone will leak out and let the matter get out.

However, Ye Qingzhi was puzzled: "In that case, why did you tell me about this matter today." ”

Zhao Qi picked up a small pebble on the side of the pavilion, made a beautiful splash in the pool, and said: "There is no war now, it doesn't matter if I tell you." ”

The deeper reason Zhao Qi did not explain, he had complete trust in Ye Qingzhi, and furthermore, in his heart, Ye Qingzhi was different, in other words, even Ye Qingzhi couldn't say it, who else could he say it.

After saying the matter in his heart, Zhao Qi felt a lot more comfortable.

For a long time, Zhao Qi was still obsessed with Meng Yue's matter, although Meng Yue looked like he wanted to kill him at that time, but he felt in his heart that something should be wrong with Meng Yue, as for what the real reason was, Zhao Qi couldn't figure it out, but this matter did bother Zhao Qi for many years.

Ye Qingzhi pursed her lips and looked at Zhao Qi's side face, this man is sometimes indecent and makes people have a headache, but he occasionally reveals a touch of majesty and composure, and he is full of domineering.

This contradiction has added a lot of charm to Zhao Qi.

Under the autumn wind, his heart moved slightly like the dead branches in the pool.

In the courtyard, Qinghe took Mu Qing to take flower petals in front of a blooming silver laurel tree, and the two gently patted the petals off and put them on a large round plate.

Mu Qing sniffed it, his black eyes were shining, and he said, "It's so fragrant, does Sister Qinghe want these petals to make osmanthus cakes?" ”

"yes, there's something else you can do." Qinghe smiled and snapped his fingers and said: "Osmanthus nectar, osmanthus rock molasses lotus root, osmanthus stuffed tea cake, osmanthus pear tea......"

Qinghe counted several in one breath, and Shen Lingjun on the side was about to drool.

A petal fell lightly and skillfully on Su Musha's sleeve, and the rich fragrance came to his nose, he stretched out his hand to brush it away, and said to Shen Lingjun: "Today is the tenth day of the ninth month." ”

Shen Lingjun counted the days, felt that his eyelids were twitching, raised his hand and held it, looking at the sky and wailing: "Headache, the scientific expedition will start in two days, don't make a mess again." ”

When Shen Lingjun finished saying this, it was not even a quarter of an hour before Li Yi came again.

"My lord, a corpse was salvaged from the Moon Lake in the Hongwen Pavilion, and it is confirmed that it is a student of the Hongwen Pavilion."

After a sentence, Shen Lingjun pressed his eyelids and took Ye Qingzhi out of the door of Dali Temple together.

The corpse was placed on the shore of Moon Lake, and when two students happened to pass by, they found that there was something unusual floating in the lake, and when they saw clearly that it was a person, they immediately called someone to save it, and they were already out of breath when they were rescued.

Ye Qingzhi checked it and determined that it was drowned, and no other traces were found.

Shen Lingjun asked others and learned that the deceased's name was Sun Xingduo, his father was a fourth-grade official of the dynasty, and he was also a little famous in the Hongwen Museum, with a high literary talent, and he was also a popular candidate for the top prize in this year's scientific examination.

At this time, an old man with an old dragon clock, stumbling and walking with a gray beard, was supported by two students, and said bitterly: "Why is this so, why is it like this?!" ”

When they passed, all the students bowed respectfully, bent down to the end, and said respectfully: "Dean Fan." ”

Shen Lingjun saw that Fan Shutong was out of breath, and he was really afraid that the old man would not be able to catch it in his next breath, so he quickly asked someone to find a chair and help the old man sit down to rest and calm down.

Fan Shutong is old, and his spirit is not bad on weekdays, but his expression is sad at this time, but he suddenly languished a lot, patted his thigh and said: "Scientific research is not the end of life, why can't you think about it so much." ”

"Dean Fan." Shen Lingjun hugged his fists with great respect for the old and the young, and his voice was a little softer: "I heard that Sun Xingduo is one of the best talents in the Hongwen Pavilion. ”

"Oh, Lord Shen." Fan Shutong arched his hand, then shook his head and sighed: "Alas, yes, I just don't understand how he can be at such a young age...... Alas...... Since I took over this Hongwen Pavilion in the hands of Taizong, although I have not made great achievements for decades, I am finally worthy of the trust of the three emperors, but now this has happened...... You are twenty-eight years old, and you haven't reached the weak crown, how can you not see it as an old man like me......"

Shen Lingjun tugged at his ears, and the old man couldn't stop talking like chanting.

I checked the neighborhood again and asked a circle of students, but one or two had seen Sun Xingduo standing on the edge of the Moon Lake, but no one saw whether he accidentally fell or deliberately threw himself into the lake.

Because Hongwen Hall is a closed school, except for once a month for family leave, the rest of the time is lived in, so Shen Lingjun asked Ming Sun Xingduo which room it was, and went over with Ye Qingzhi.

On the way, Ye Qingzhi wondered: "It's not that Feng Zheng is also in this school, why does he wander outside every day." ”

Shen Lingjun walked slowly with his hands behind his back, spread his hands, and said: "I said that he doesn't learn and has no skills, and he fools around with fox friends and dog friends every day." ”

"You say that the threshold of Hongwen Pavilion is very high." Ye Qingzhi was even more puzzled: "How did someone like Feng Zheng get in." ”

Shen Lingjun looked at the sky: "Who knows." ”

Sun Xingduo's room is very simple, with various books occupying most of the room, and the rest is a simple bed, table and chairs, and a wardrobe placed against the bed.

Shen Lingjun sighed: "Everyone who enters the Hongwen Pavilion is also a young master of the official family, I didn't expect the Hongwen Pavilion to be so simple, it is rare for them to live there." ”

In fact, this is also Fan Shutong's strong request, the old man feels that only by suffering hardships can he become a master, and he can only be honest and honest as an official, so as to not forget his original intention. Therefore, after any student enters the Hongwen Pavilion, he is not allowed to bring any servants, and he does everything himself, and all masters must be treated equally, and there must be no partiality.

Ye Qingzhi looked at what Sun Xingduo wrote casually on the table, the handwriting was elegant and handsome, and the writing was beautiful and smooth, and she couldn't help but praise: "It is indeed a rare talent." ”

There was nothing to look at in the room where you could see the end at a glance, however, after Ye Qingzhi flipped through the books and a few scrolls for a while, she took one of them and didn't move.

After a long time, he sighed: "It appeared again." ”

Shen Lingjun was looking at the things in the closet, and when he heard this, he walked over to take a look, and he also looked helpless, and sighed: "I'm going to have this face in my dreams now." ”

On the painting scroll, the beauty is full of resentment, and a pair of beautiful eyes look forward, as if through the painting paper, conveying a deep sorrow.