Chang'an City, the National Teacher's Mansion. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After walking through a winding corridor, you will be greeted by two quaint courtyards next to each other. The small courtyard as a whole is made of stones, although there are many lovely flowers planted in the courtyard, but because of the imitation of the Western Zhou style, the whole still reveals a trace of roughness and barbarism.

These two small courtyards are old and new, the old one is the hut that Liu Xiu, the national teacher, has always loved, whether it is to receive distinguished guests or to be alone, it is in this quaint and mysterious small stone house, and no one is allowed to enter this room without Liu Xiu's permission. In the past, there was a little maid who had just come to Liu's mansion, and she relied on her wife's love to go into the house and clean it without permission. When the national teacher found out, he was furious, completely ignoring his wife's plea, and directly sank the reckless maid into the river. Therefore, in the eyes of the people under the Liu Mansion, this place is like the forbidden land of the entire Liu Mansion, and no one dares to take a step beyond the Lei Chi.

At the east end of the courtyard, a fan was opened, and the small courtyard connected to it was only newly built recently, and the people only knew that this small courtyard was built by their own master for a guest, but they did not know who this guest was, only that it seemed to be a fat Taoist.

There was nothing in the courtyard, only stone benches placed in twos and threes, and a very simple wooden house in the middle, because it was close to the forbidden land, so no one dared to risk their lives to satisfy their curiosity.

Now that there are so many homeless people that a good yellow flower girl can get several small bags of grain, it is becoming more and more difficult to sell herself to become a slave. These lowly people can be slaves in the National Teacher's Mansion I don't know if it is a blessing that they have cultivated for several lifetimes, so they don't dare to have too much curiosity to take care of their master's private affairs. But sometimes some little girls always love to chew the root of their tongue, but this is difficult to completely eliminate.

The subordinates at the bottom don't know the situation, but Liu Pu, as a housekeeper, knows it clearly. Now the Taoist priest who was regarded as a guest by the master was brought in by him. For the host's courtesy, Liu Pu has always felt a little disapproving.

Such a traveling Taoist priest grabbed a lot of money on Xifang Street, and he could bring back a dozen of them with a sum or two. I don't know what kind of trick that demon Dao makes, it makes the master value it so much, and even he is often sent to serve tea and water, which really annoys him.

But after all, he is only a housekeeper, but he is not qualified to take care of the master's affairs. It is said that the master has not come out of the hut for a day and a night, and he has a bowl of chicken soup in his hand, waiting for the master to come out of the house. But from morning to afternoon, the sun had set, and the little door showed no sign of being pushed open. This made Liu Pu couldn't help but get anxious.

"Nothing will happen, right?" He thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, without warning, the small wooden door that looked a little dilapidated was pushed open with a "creak".

Liu Xiu, the national teacher, slowly pushed open the door, his slightly old face was a little tired, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his long gray hair looked dull. At first glance, I knew that I had stayed up all night and was overworked. He was still holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand shrunk in his long sleeves, and gently sniffed the fragrance of the bamboo, and the national teacher seemed to have become a little more sober.

When he saw Liu Pu leaning on the outside of the courtyard gate, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly went out and ran to Liu Pu's side, grabbed his arm and began to pull out: "You came just in time!" Go and help me get Chief Ximen over! ”

Liu Pu was pulled by his own master like this, and he stumbled and almost fell. The chicken soup in his hand also spilled on the ground. He hurriedly stood firm and said respectfully, "Master, have you drunk this bowl of chicken soup first?" If you haven't eaten for a long time, let's drink something to cushion your stomach. ”

Liu Xiu waved his hand impatiently: "What kind of chicken soup to drink, the old man is not free!" Go and call the chief of Ximen Dao, and say that I have something important to discuss with him! ”

Liu Pu saw that the master was angry, and immediately didn't dare to argue anymore, so he pitifully put the chicken soup in his hand on the ground carefully, lifted the hem of his coat and prepared to knock on the door next door.

"Wait!" Liu Xiu stopped Liu Pu, who was just about to leave, and muttered for a moment: "Forget it, the old man will go over in person." ”

As he spoke, he took the bamboo and ran to another small courtyard. Leaving Zhao Pu alone looking at his back in a daze, he looked at the master who was in a hurry away, and then looked at the chicken soup on the ground, and suddenly felt both aggrieved and sad in his heart, and more resentment towards the Taoist priest named Ximen Junhui.

"Alas!" He stomped his foot angrily, and hurriedly picked up the chicken soup on the ground to keep up with his master's pace.

Liu Xiu felt very anxious at the moment, and he didn't pretend to be polite as usual, but directly pushed open the hidden courtyard door and walked into the small courtyard.

Ximen Junhui has lived a good life completely since he came to the National Teacher's Mansion, although he only knows some of the things that Liu Xiu has studied all day long, gossip, but he is also a traverser, and the thoughts that have been ahead for more than 2,000 years are leaked out casually, which makes Liu Xiu admire and call himself an immortal.

Today, as usual, he hid in his hut and did not know what he was doing. Suddenly, I heard someone pushing the door outside. I was wondering who it was, and Liu Xiu's voice came from afar: "Dao Chief!" Michigan! ”

Ximen Junhui hurriedly got up and went out to greet him: "It turned out to be the National Teacher!" The old way is far away, and I hope that the adults can forgive me. ”

Liu Xiu's heart was in a hurry, and he didn't bother to continue to talk to him about this, so he directly stuffed the bamboo slip in his hand into Ximen Junhui's arms: "Come and see this!" ”

"It's ....." He opened the bamboo slip. , I saw a simple hieroglyph carved on the fresh bamboo slips, as if a group of demons danced.

After he came here, although he learned a little small seal and official script, but Liu Xiu's divination is generally used in oracle bone inscriptions, which he is really completely blind, and at this moment looking at the vivid fonts on the bamboo slips, he is secretly scolding his mother in his heart.

Liu Xiu saw Ximen Junhui looking at his prophecy with a "solemn" face, and hurriedly asked eagerly, "How is it?" Does the Taoist think this can be fulfilled? ”

"Uh..... this ....." Ximen Junhui pretended to be very embarrassed on the surface, but his brain was running rapidly, thinking about what could be done to fool him.

Just as he was thinking about it, Liu Xiu was impatient. He saw that Ximen Junhui had been frowning, thinking that he didn't believe the proverbs he had written, so he hurriedly and eagerly pointed to the oracle bone inscription on the bamboo slips and explained: "A few **** days ago, I dreamed that there was a Xuanniao in the south of the city and died by throwing it into the water, and Xiu got it according to the 'Shangli' divination: 'Yu, Huang Fanzhiyi, October 17, the white dragon out of the abyss. What do you think of this? ”

"This....does make some sense on the surface, but it's just ......"

"But what? It doesn't hurt for the Taoist to be blunt. ”

Ximen Junhui still planned to put the magic stick to the end, but he shook his head and didn't speak.

Seeing his attitude, Liu Xiu thought that he really didn't believe in himself, and immediately said in a hurry: "Those Dao Masters in front of him can not believe it, but how can this 'White Dragon Out of the Abyss' be ignored by such an elephant Dao Leader?" The dragon, the emperor's spirit, but the white dragon is the main killing, and both mourning, the white dragon out of the abyss when there is a funeral because of the soldiers, about October 17, look at the direction is due south of the extremely noble place, this Chang'an has gone through the 12th emperor of the previous dynasty, and is the capital of my new dynasty, of course, noble, and the extremely noble place in Chang'an must be able to think of the Taoist, no need to say more, right? ”

Ximen Junhui originally only planned to fool the past, but when he heard the hint in Liu Xiu's words, he was suddenly shocked in his heart: "My lord said ...... That one? ”

Liu Xiu hurriedly waved his hand and lowered his voice: "That's not it, but it should also have something to do with it." ”

"Today is the fifteenth day of October, and in two days, this Weiyang palace ......" he leaned closer to Ximen's ear, and said slowly in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I'm afraid there will be a funeral!" ”