In the memory of Muhui Building, most of the Chenguang is happy and relaxed, or when he was very young, he was brought here by his grandfather on his shoulder, sometimes he listened to his grandfather talk about the past of the Southern and Northern Wars, and sometimes he also pestered his eldest brother to play, running and playing among the huge bookshelves, doing the game of hide and seek that he loved in his childhood, and letting the laughter fill this quiet and deep space unscrupulously.

When I was a little older, I knew the meaning of Muhui Building's existence.

Grandfather is a military general, although also literate, but Rong Ma Juan's career let him sit quietly, after the founding of Dalong, the emerging nobles were ridiculed by the previous dynasty, "big old coarse" and "really reckless" irony is endless, and with the political situation is settled, far away from the Northern Plains, Emperor Taizong began to reuse the civil ministers, reform the official system, in order to let the people recuperate, grandfather realized that the courage of the martial arts alone is not enough to help the saint to stabilize the world, in order to make future generations become civil and military and rest of the able ministers, then built this Muhui Building, collect books.

After decades of hard work, the huge bookshelf of Muhui Building has gradually filled, from poems and songs, travelogues and miscellaneous conversations, to etiquette scriptures, historical books and military books, it can be said that there is everything.

Even the uninhibited genius Wei Yuan, the reason why he is willing to stay in the Guogong Mansion as a western seat, is also because of the rich collection of books in the Muhui Building on the edge of the mirror pool, and he even refused the hospitality of Wei Guogong to live in the courtyard by him, and is willing to live in a few simple bamboo huts on the side of Muhui Building, which is nothing more than closer to Muhui Building.

I love it here, too.

I like these tall ebony bookshelves, I like the strong aroma of paper and ink inside, I like the unique charm that is not gorgeous, but simple and heavy, and my favorite is the poetry and songs on the east side of the bottom floor.

Even like Uncle Zhao, the steward of Muhui Lou who has a strange temper, he always has many strange legends in his stomach, and only a pot of osmanthus alcohol is enough for him to tell stories for half a day.

But the last time I came here in my previous life, it was not a bright and pleasant memory.

It was the day before the Lantern Festival.

The wind was so strong that it blew like a knife on her face, and the clouds in the sky were dark and low, pressing on the cornices and tiles, and she feared that a blizzard would destroy the five-story pavilion and destroy the prosperity at any time.

There was no festive season in the Guogong Mansion, that year the eldest brother died, the eldest sister died, the grandmother was on the sickbed, a series of bad news and grief, so that the mansion was over, hovering suffocating heaviness and gloom.

I don't know why she came here.

But the tall ebony bookshelf and the strong aroma of paper and ink could not let her get half of the peace of mind, but felt that this quiet space hid a monster with teeth and claws, and its eyes were blue, which would suddenly attack and devour her at any time.

She remembered the time when she played with her eldest brother and Yu Zhou here in her childhood, and her heart tingled sharply.

At that time, she complained about the ruthlessness of fate, why it suddenly took away all this that she cherished.

It was here that she made her final decision.

She can't be swallowed up by fate, she must fight back, she must fight for the person in this world who finally comforts her.

What a ridiculous decision, that she herself went to the entrance of hell, and she still looked forward to a step forward and a spring blossom.

At this time, the old place is revisited, how glad that everything has not happened, the bright season, the bright sunshine, the thriving and vibrant grass and trees, so bright, and the people and things she cherishes are still there.

Of course, except for Yu Zhou, he is no longer the only one she cherishes, or even one of them.

A few little maids saw the little master holding the silk umbrella approaching, bowed from a distance, and retreated, but Yijing didn't see Uncle Zhao, who was addicted to alcohol, Rao was like this, she still prevented Qiuyue from entering: "Uncle Zhao doesn't allow the maids and servants to follow in, you stay outside." ”

Inside, the sight is still lined up in the tall bookshelves, the sunlight shines obliquely through the windows on the west side, and there is floating dust dancing in the pillar of light, but this splendid investment is quiet, still not half flashy, but makes the calm and quiet of this space more profound.

Instead of searching the rows of bookshelves on the east side of the ground floor and flipping through her favorite poems and songs, she followed the ebony ladder that spiraled up the middle to the fifth floor.

There is a collection of subsets of scriptures and histories, beautiful scenes of previous lives, and books that I think are the most boring and boring.

Regardless of her past life or present life, she is not good at scheming, but in order to understand the conspiracy, accurately fight back, and save the fate of herself and the people she cherishes, she must make herself stronger.

Now she has no specific plans for many things, not to mention revenge and blood hatred, and she still can't find out the truth, and she can't figure out the human heart, the only advantage is that she is in the dark, and the enemy is in the light.

But with this alone, even Mama Song's hypocrisy can't be revealed, let alone an enemy who is many times stronger than Mama Song! Yijing is not arrogant, although she won a small game against Mama Song, she also understands that it is because Mama Song is inferior to the enemy, and relies on her grandmother's love and trust in her, and those shallow scheming calculations are not worth being complacent.

Yijing's pace was very light, and it did not break the silence of the high pavilion, but because she went straight to the fifth floor, her breath was messy and heavy, and listening to her ears, she was a little helpless about her physique.

I haven't been working out for a day these days, and I feel like I've made a little success - at least after two laps of the horse, I won't have to hang on Chundui before I can walk back to Luqingyuan, but my aunt's black carved bow is still locked on her.

If you want to hit the bull's-eye with the arrows, you have a long way to go.

While flipping through the historical biographies, Yijing smoothed his breathing, bypassed a row of bookshelves, and took down a heavy copy of "The Biography of the Five Emperors of the Eastern Ming Dynasty".

She saw the man in white sitting by the window.

The high bundle of black hair hung down on the right shoulder, blocking most of his face, but it was a silhouette on the side, which also suffocated Yijing's messy and heavy breathing.

This person, in her dream, should be raising her sleeves to cover her face, and she has no face to see.

This person made her dream back in the middle of the night, and when she couldn't sleep, she imagined that she would see her again in the next life thousands of times, how to hold back the heavy guilt and ask if she was okay.

This person appeared in front of her so suddenly, sitting in the bright sunlight of early summer, holding a scroll in his hand, his eyes down and focused.

The blood veins around the body seemed to be sprinkled with a thousand silver needles, flowing slowly, stinging slowly, and the wrists trembling violently could no longer bear the weight of the books, and the heavy books fell on the ebony floor with a "bang".

Yu Feng raised his eyes sideways and looked this way.

Against the backdrop of black hair, his face is still so familiar and pale, but it is not like the haggard when he was sick in that life, like a mutton fat jade with a strange texture, glowing faintly, his eyes are as deep as midnight, and even the Limang of the May sun is quietly swallowed by these eyes.

Enough to devour everything.

The heavy feeling of suffocation made it difficult for Yijing to stand and hold on to the cold and heavy bookshelf.

"Who's there—"

It was only at this time that Yi Jing saw Zhao Bogong standing on one side, and his question slightly eased the weight on Yi Jing's chest.

Forcefully put the armor into the palm of her hand, closed her eyes, and after a long breath, she felt that a heart began to beat slowly again, and it was only a matter of time before she saw each other, and she had to face it.

Coming out from behind the bookshelf, Yijing tried to make himself smile: "Uncle Zhao, it's me." ”

"It turned out to be the fifth lady." Steward Zhao smiled kindly: "How did you get to this floor?" Could it be that he took osmanthus alcohol again to comfort the wine worm in the old slave's belly? ”

But Yi Jing obviously didn't have the usual mood to talk to Zhao Guan about things, and her gaze stayed uncontrollably on that familiar face.

Most of the descendants of the royal Yu family have a pair of phoenix eyes, like Yu Zhou, and the slightly picked corners of his eyes always make his eyes blazing, but the phoenix eyes of the prince of Chu are slender and elegant, without publicity, and they are all soft and calm.

The eyebrows are dyed with black ink, the cheeks are long into the sideburns, the bridge of the nose is thin and the lips are tightly pursed, because of the long-term suffering from illness, his lips are extremely light, and the cheeks are even sharper, but because of the innate noble temperament, the elegant demeanor of the acquired cultivation has diluted the sharpness of the curvature of the cheeks.

These, just like memories.

It's just that those deep eyes always seem to hide indescribable emotions, and there is no tenderness and indulgence in memory.

He stood up and smiled: "Fifth sister." ”

No! This is not the weak and gentle prince of Chu in memory.

Although Jade is as humble as ever, the indifference and loneliness between her demeanor and speech are so obvious.

Reject people for thousands of miles.

Steward Zhao seemed to have just come to his senses when he saw Yijing, and explained with a smile: "Hasn't Wu Niang ever seen the prince of Chu? ”

But seeing Yu Feng smiled: "Don't blame the fifth sister, I was sick when I was a child, and I didn't go out often, but although I was better, I went to Jizhou to study, and the fifth sister is afraid that she won't remember me." The serene gaze only lingered for a moment between the eyebrows of the beautiful scenery, and then moved away without a trace, as if looking at the floating dust dancing in the pillar of light.

At this time in the previous life, Yi Jing and Yu Feng had never talked, and many things in this life have quietly changed, including his first meeting with her, including his attitude towards her.

polite and polite, but indifferent and detached.

But at this time, he was indeed not an important person to him, his indifference was not abrupt, Yijing thought silently, and bent down to bend down: "I have seen the prince of Chu." ”

"I came to visit my senior brother, but unfortunately he happened to be lecturing today, and now I see my fifth sister here, so I guess my senior brother is also free, so I'll go and don't disturb my fifth sister reading."

Two people who are destined to be entangled in two lifetimes met suddenly, and the sound in the beautiful scenery was good, but there was never an exit.

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A cup of tea, held in Yu Feng's hand, the white smoke was swirling, making his deep eyes like a layer of mist, and after a long time, he tasted the blue soup in the celadon bowl, and the smile was shallow at the corner of his lips.

"How? This tea is cooked according to the ancient method, not the taste of today's brewing. Wei Yuan stared at the prince of Chu eagerly, for fear that the words "It's no different" would come out of his mouth.

Yu Feng nodded: "The sweet fragrance is rich, lingering around the teeth, and it has a unique taste." ”

Wei Yuan laughed, his eyebrows were full of triumph: "I know that you are a person who knows tea, and it is not in vain that I am born with a hot stove and a busy work." ”

"I haven't seen each other for many years, and I don't want such a beautiful woman to make tea next to my senior brother, when I left the academy, my husband repeatedly told me to bring a message to my senior brother, 'It's time to start a family'." Placing the tea bowl on the flat knee black case, Yu Feng also glanced at the bamboo house: "After three years, even these furnishings have not changed, it can be seen that the senior brother's heart is like still water, and Feng is really envious." ”

Wei Yuan waved his hand and stroked the short beard that was only an inch under his chin: "It has been difficult to find a confidant since ancient times, so why add a burden to your side." ”

"Senior brother is trapped in this high gate and deep house, how can he find a confidante?" Yu Feng said with a smile.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes slightly: "Are you here to persuade me to come out?" ”

"If that's the case, I'm afraid that Senior Brother will pity your good tea." Yu Feng shook his head: "How can Feng not know that Senior Brother is not on the road to the palace. ”

Wei Yuan's smile returned to his face: "Let's talk about you first, this time did you really decide to stay in Jinyang and not go to Yizhou again?" ”

Five years ago, Yu Feng was only eleven, and he was determined to go to Mingshan Academy to study, because he was sick and weak, the king of Chu was very hesitant, and the old princess was even more crying and wiping tears to stay, but Yu Feng was very resolute, saying that although he was sick and weak, he could not waste his time, and become a mediocre sick man, even if he was cured of a serious illness in the future, what was the use? It is better to recuperate than to learn from a famous teacher, even if he is not cured in the future, his short life is not nothing.

The king of Chu couldn't persuade him, so he had to personally escort Yu Feng to Yizhou, and Wei Yuan was still in the academy at the time, and the two had similar temperaments, admired each other, and became close friends with Tongyan.

Later, Wei Yuan was "expelled" out of the house by the clan uncle, Wei Wangyong, a great Confucian who was famous in Dalong, and let him serve the court with the talents he had learned, but Wei Yuan did not have the heart to enter the office, and after leaving Jizhou, he traveled to the mountains and rivers, and between two years, he swam all over the famous mountains and rivers of Dalong, and there were many splendid poems, and the piano music composed by the Qinglou prostitutes attracted hundreds of gold to scramble, and the reputation of the talented man was so publicized.

But he taught Wei Daru to be angry, and reprimanded him again and again, saying that Wei Yuan was in vain and wasted ten years of cold windows, and he was heartbroken.

Wei Daru fell ill in a fit of rage, and when Wei Yuan heard the letter, he had to go back to Yizhou to visit the division commander.

Therefore, he ended his career as a prodigal son, but he still adhered to his principles and refused to enter the office.

coincided with the death of the old Guogong, Yu Feng returned to Jinyang to complain, and the depressed Wei Yuan asked to go with him, and the teacher was safe.

I didn't want to know that there was such a Muhui Building in the Weiguo Mansion, which collected thousands of books, many of which were out-of-print rare books, so I was willing to teach Lang Jun and the ladies to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for the west seat of the Guogong Mansion, and just wanted to be able to enter the Muhui Building to read the collection of books in my spare time.

It's three years in the blink of an eye.

Wei Yuan and Yu Feng exchanged letters frequently, but because Yu Feng had not returned to Beijing in the past few years, the two had not seen each other for many years.

Nodding, Yu Feng said: "Let my grandmother worry about me for many years, I can't bear it, I finally have a small success in Mingshan Academy, and I have the permission of my husband, it's time to come back, Feng is not more free and easy than my senior brother, I just want to learn to be useful." ”

"In my opinion, your body doesn't look like you're in any big trouble, although you're still thinner, it's not difficult to see that you're in high spirits." Stroking his short beard again, Wei Yuan's gaze seemed to have a deep meaning.

"Haven't you heard that Feng has been riddled with evil diseases since he was a child, and although he has been recuperated by the famous prescription of the imperial doctor, he will not live to be crowned?" Yu Feng smiled, half a point of depression, as if discussing the life and death of others.

"I only trust my own eyes."

Yu Feng shook his head, raised his eyes to look at Jin Yang, who was already west outside the window, was silent for a while, and then said: "There is one thing, I have been hiding it from my senior brother, in fact, my evil illness is because of ......" lowered his voice and quickly spit out two words.

"Really?" Wei Yuan was surprised: "How come?" ”

"It's old, and it's useless to mention it again." Yu Feng retracted his gaze and fell on the celadon tea bowl: "Therefore, if you can't eradicate it, it will indeed be difficult to survive the crown year, but until the last moment, I won't give up lightly." ”

Wei Yuan was still immersed in shock, and wanted to comfort him many times, but looking at the complicated and inexplicable expression of the little junior brother, he finally gave up.

"Senior Brother Feng Suzhi is not an unruly prodigal son, he just doesn't want to compete with the mediocre people in the court for that official position, but Senior Brother's ambition is no different from Feng." After a little silence, he drank another cup of tea, and Yu Feng said again.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, as if he was slightly puzzled.

"Feng thinks that it's time for Senior Brother to leave the Guogong Mansion." Smiling, putting down the celadon tea bowl, Yu Feng and Wei Yuan looked at each other: "Jin Xiang formed a party and controlled the officials, so that most of the local officials were his party members, many of them bullied men and women, and harmed the people, Qin Xiangwei fought with him for power, the party struggled constantly, and the two phases of the center and left and right have become fire and water, this time the governor of Ninghai Mansion was assassinated, and the saint was angry, but also really worried......"

As soon as he returned to Beijing, Yu Feng entered the palace to see the saint and the queen mother, because the king of Chu was deeply trusted by the saint, and Yu Feng's talent was also greatly appreciated by the saint.

Since the founding of Dalong, although the official system has gradually innovated, the two phases of the center and the left and right have always been in the hands of the Jin family and the Qin family. One of the two is a nobleman, assisting the ancestors to build the country, and being respected by the new nobles; One is the relict of the Eastern Ming Dynasty, who forced the Emperor to abdicate at the beginning, and was regarded as a leader by the former dynasty family.

After the two major forces were opposed, balanced, and fused, they were now opposed again, and Jin Xiang and Qin Xiang even spoke ill of each other during the court discussion, and almost fought a big fight, causing chaos in the government and politics, and the struggle between the two parties became more and more fierce.

It is difficult for the saint to make a choice about who to abandon for a while.

Because the honor and disgrace of Jin Xiang is related to the interests of the emerging nobles, and Qin Xiang also stands behind the Sensen family.

Although it is not enough to retreat, if it is left unchecked and the hidden dangers are buried, it will inevitably lead to a catastrophe in a few years, so the Holy Lord intends to establish the Tianchawei - this is a secret institution directly under the Holy Lord, directly obeying the orders of the Son of Heaven, and it is determined that the chief of the Tianchawei must be a person whom the Holy God trusts wholeheartedly.

This glorious task fell on the king of Chu, so the Holy Lord did not hide it from Yu Feng.

At this moment, Yu Feng informed Wei Yuan of the existence of Tianchawei again: "The assassination of the imperial court official, there must be a conspiracy in it, although the saint ordered Dali Temple and the Criminal Department to investigate strictly, but he did not trust it wholeheartedly, so he let Tianchawei investigate secretly, but Tianchawei is a secret institution, and it is newly prepared, there are not too many people available, senior brother, are you willing to take this secret order and go to Ninghai to secretly investigate the truth about the assassination of Pingjiang Zhizhou!" ”

Where did Wei Yuan think that Xiaoyou, who hadn't seen him for many years, would come to visit him and tell him such a secret thing, and he also wanted him to participate in it!

Subconsciously, he waved his hand again and again: "I'm just a wandering scribe, how can I take on such a heavy responsibility." ”

"Senior brother can hide this from others, but it can't hide it from me, the reason why you don't want to enter the office, but you are extremely disappointed in the current official system, and there are many people who want to learn in the world, but if you are not born in a family, no one will recommend you, and you can't worship a famous teacher, you are destined to be silent for life, and it is difficult to display your ambitions, even if your senior brother is born in a family, once you step into the official career, I am afraid that you will be forced to give up your ambitions and be the mediocre person who flatters and praises."

These words really hit Wei Yuan's sore spot, he withdrew his arm and put it on his lap, his smile was full of smiles, and his eyebrows were full of solemnity.

Yu Feng sighed: "At present, the selection of officials is actually in the hands of the left and right ministers, although the saint intends to reform thoroughly, but he has to be afraid of the power of the nobles and the family. In order to allow the well-educated to be treated fairly, it is necessary to dismantle the two major forces' obedience to the left and right, so that they have no power to rely on, and the holy lord can truly concentrate the imperial power in one hand, so as to carry out thorough reform and establish a more reasonable system of appointment and dismissal of officials. For the sake of those talents who study hard in the cold window but are difficult to enter the career and make great achievements, for the stability and prosperity of Dalong in the future, and for the peace and contentment of the people of the world, I implore my senior brother not to refrain from resigning. ”

Like a hammer, it smashed on Wei Yuan's heart, he studied hard for more than ten years, and the expectations of the division commander were pressed on his shoulders, he was not a really casual and free person, it can be seen how many classmates have gone from elegance and ambition to become camps and camps, and they have gradually become cold-hearted, and they have only been covered up with debauchery, but the ambition that has been sunk for many years has been sunk in this early summer, after two teas, he struggled to wake up from his bones, got rid of depression, and shouted in the blood.

"Sure enough, it is my best friend, I know me very deeply, and I am not talented, and the prince of Mengchu appreciates it, and I should do my best to solve problems for the saint."

In the Burrow Bamboo Hall, Wei Yuan and Yu Feng looked at each other and smiled, each drank another cup of tea, thus making a promise.