It is said that Qu Qianqiu was not originally called Qu Qianqiu, I can't remember what year and month I filled in a poem according to the word plate of Qu Qianqiu, and the streets and alleys were singing, and over time people forgot his name and only called him Qu Qianqiu.

Or if you admire his name, you will say Mr. Qianqiu.

It's the one who does everything in a thousand years, and looks up to the world and a void boat.

In all fairness, this is quite well written.

To have an artistic conception, to have feelings, the most important thing is that it shows the arrogance of a literati to the fullest.

It's no wonder that many people have touted it.

Xie Qinglin told him what happened.

Hearing the end, Song Xingqiao sighed: "This person actually came up with such a way to force you, it seems that he is not afraid of death." ”

Song Xingqiao has heard of it in Luojing, and this Qu Qianqiu is a very clear and high literati.

Heh, he sneered in his heart, if he really has no desire and no desire, how could he come up with such a bad idea, he has made suggestions for Xu Guanhai, and he has paid off his strength.

It's better to be honest, and don't look down on people in the officialdom, they all seek fame and fortune, who is superior to whom.

Song Xingqiao is also a freak, no one around His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not afraid of him, but he is an exception.

When he was a child, Song Xingqiao had red lips and white teeth, Yuxue was cute, like a girl, he always loved to pester the prince's brother, Xie Qinglin was also used to him, and he didn't see any life when he grew up.

Xie Qinglin pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

Governor's Mansion.

Xu Guanhai sat in front of the desk with a pen, his brows tightened, and he wrote on the white paper cautiously, stopping word by word, almost holding it out.

After a while, the ink on the tip of the pen was dry, and the pen froze, he put the pen down with a long sigh, picked up the paper with not many words, looked at it carefully for a while, and then rubbed it expressionlessly.

At this point, no one could save him.

What if he told that person? Will that person really save her?

Although he offers a lot of snowflake silver every year, without him Xu Guanhai, there will be Li Guanhai and Zhou Guanhai...... There were a lot of people waiting in line to serve him.

He pulled out another piece of paper, this time he didn't plan to ask anyone for help, only to explain what happened after his death, this time it was like a spring of thought, and he put down his pen after writing: if this matter is revealed, he will not be able to run away no matter what.

He didn't even have to write a suicide note.

How can he guarantee that he won't end up with a full house of beheadings?

If so, to whom?

Still, he carefully dried the ink.

He walked to the east wall and looked around, although he knew that no one would enter this room, but after so many years of his suspicions, he could not get rid of them.

He pressed a few times on the plain wall, and the flat wall slowly recessed a piece, he put the paper in, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then pressed somewhere, and the wall returned to its original state.

After doing all this, he turned around and put away his pen and ink, and then slowly walked out of this small room that did not see the light of day.

On the other side, Jiang Yunyu's residence.

Jiang Yunyu sat on the red sandalwood folded plum blossom couch, and Lan Ting was held by her hand and stood obediently in front of her.

"We're going to the Temple of Nothingness." Jiang Yunyu said softly.

Lan Ting's skin was pale, even if he had been growing well these days, he could still easily see the blue blood vessels under the skin. Jiang Yunyu never dared to touch this child easily, just like a porcelain that would shatter at the touch of a button.

But in fact, since Lan Ting didn't feel pain, it didn't make a difference to him how much strength he used.

Although he was ignorant, he seemed to know everything.

"Do you want to go?" Even if Lan Ting had clearly answered this question many times, she still had to ask it again and again.

After all, she had to send him to suffer, and she was always at risk of losing her life.

If he doesn't want to go, she won't force him.

Lan Ting blinked, pulled his hand out, and carefully touched her face.

The cold touch on her face startled her.

"Sister, don't feel sorry for me anymore, it's the greatest blessing that I met you."

She was almost in tears again.

A bamboo pavilion outside the city.

When Qu Qianqiu was late, there was already a woman in a long snow gauze skirt waiting here.

When the woman saw him coming, her brow was still calm, and she didn't see any joy, and she didn't even make a move to get up to greet her.

Qu Qianqiu didn't care too much, took out the wine cup he was carrying, and began to drink.

It seemed like a long time before he said softly.

"Xiangyin, why are you doing this?"

"After that, let's not see each other again."

She hid her face with her hands, and I was really tired, she thought.

Song Xingqiao is a layman who can't stay idle, which means that he will not change his temperament of seeking pleasure no matter where he is; And this layman means that what he loves is nothing more than wine and meat.

Even if it's to Lizhou.

But this time, instead of adding to the chaos, he brought back some useful news.