It was quiet for a long time, and naturally accompanied the dilapidated alley for a long time, he wanted to ask something, but it was too silly to ask questions about the alley, so he looked at the stone wall covered with green vines on the side of the dilapidated courtyard gate.

Walked to the stone wall next to the courtyard gate, stretched out his hand to pull away the green vine branches and leaves that were still a little damp, and finally saw the stone wall engraved with two words, that is the word "academy", the word reveals an elegant vicissitudes of life, the deep handwriting in the once bright paint has been eroded by countless years of wind and rain mottled, that is, the surface of the stone wall itself has eroded into a black-green deep, and even has signs of peeling.

Su Qi pondered for a moment, thinking of the arrogance of "the world's military generals out of the deputy courtyard", he was a little inexplicable in his heart, and the green vine he grabbed in his hand was pulled down, and the word "deputy courtyard" that had been silent for a hundred years and was forgotten by others, and the mottled and gloomy word "deputy courtyard" finally appeared.

The mottled handwriting, the mottled dark paint, everything looks so dilapidated and old.

He didn't have time to sigh anything, it seemed that it was because of the struggle of this vicissitudes of life, after Su Qi's pull, Qingteng, who had been uncared for for many years, was finally freed, and tilted towards the ground, startled a lot of smoke and dust.

Su Qi took a few steps back to avoid being stained with the old green vine dust, and he looked at it all with a frown.

The green vine fell to the ground, the smoke and dust dissipated, and after a while, it had already been covered by the green vine, and the stone wall that had not seen the light of day for many years finally saw the light of day with that low roar.

The mottled stone wall is engraved with the words "Academy-Vice-Courtyard"

The handwriting reveals that elegant and chic energy that seems to be clearly visible to this day, but the inscription is stained with the stumps of green vines, as well as the broken traces after the erosion of wind and rain.

Su Qi looked at it very seriously, perhaps he was more interested in this kind of old and historical thing, his fingertips touched the word "book", and a trace of coldness rushed to his fingertips, some cold, some cold, some vicissitudes mottled, deep and indescribable.

Su Qi withdrew his finger and looked towards the entrance of Baihua Lane.

There were a few more people there one after another, and Su Qi couldn't see what they were wearing, but it should be very ordinary, otherwise how could he follow him in the crowd?

They kept watching secretly, until Su Qi pulled down the green vine on the stone wall, revealing the "four characters" They finally couldn't bear it anymore, what did the sixth gentleman of this academy do? Or did the academy have some thoughts about the vice courtyard?

This matter is very important, if they do not understand it clearly, they can only report and wait for them to be beheaded at noon, because this matter is so important that it will change color in this sky.

They walked towards the alley, but after walking a few steps, they were disturbed by a gust of wind, they didn't dare to move, and knelt down on their knees, because one person came, and he came so fast, he was the current prince of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shiwei.

"Where did you come from?" he said coldly but solemnly, his brow furrowed slightly, so conspicuous in the sunlight.

No one answered him, because there was only one word to answer them, "death" They are slaves, and the consequences of unfaithful minions can be imagined.

The wind blew out of the alley, blowing up the residual leaves and dust falling from the green vines, blowing mottled vicissitudes, slapping the minions kneeling on the ground, and then blowing out of the alley with the wind.

Naturally, he couldn't ask anything, so he also spoke here: "Roll with the wind." ”

Roll with the wind, it is so simple to say, it seems to be to set off the mottled vicissitudes of life that blow out, and then, these people really lay on the ground and rolled, until they rolled out of the alley, until they rolled out of the alley, until they couldn't see it, and then he raised his legs, took a step, and walked straight into the alley.

They had only met once, but he seemed to be very familiar, and smiled from afar: "Mr. Six, I haven't seen you for a few days, but I am famous in Kyoto." ”

Su Qiji's hand, the normal number of courtesies, this is respect, and it is essential "I don't know that the prince is here, and he will not be welcomed." ”

Li Shiwei's expression changed, and then changed, and finally he was a little puzzled: "Is there a long way to go?"

"Naturally. ”

"It's not that simple. ”

"It's not that complicated. ”

"Hmm" Li Shiwei hesitated, looking at the green vines that were pulled down and scattered on the ground at random, dirty water, and his head hurt a little, so he said again: "It's really not that simple." ”

Li Shiwei had a headache, a headache for Su Qi's disappointment, and a headache for the academy-deputy courtyard behind Su Qi, which had already been mottled to the vicissitudes of life.

"It's just a place of failed teaching. ”

"That's it?" Li Shiwei shook his head, pointed to the dusty green vines and residues on the ground, and said solemnly: "These are history, they are the past, the Tang Dynasty is prosperous, Kaixuan Street is lively, this Baihua Lane is so old and deserted, it is impossible to guess that these are what those people don't want to remember." ”

"Those people?" Su Qi was still so calm, his tone was still so elegant, he said, "Who are them?"

The wind in the alley was a little stronger, because it was an autumn wind, so it was still a little cold despite the high hanging sun, so it seemed that Su Qi's voice was a little small, so he spoke again, "Are you those people?"

The wind blew so hard that Li Shiwei's wide Confucian robe was grinning, and the strand of hair was like galloping rain, constantly beating on his shoulders with the wind.

He was waiting for his answer, and he was thinking about his answer.

"It's really a gamble. He laughs.

"I don't like gambling because there are so many uncertainties. I believe in myself, so it's not gambling. ”

"Mr. Six is really firm and confident. ”

"Aren't you the same? Why are you here?"

Su Qi doesn't like this kind of conversation, because there is always too much speculation and speculation in it, but he has to do this, because this is Kyoto, because he cultivates Shunxin, and the person in front of him makes him very uncomfortable, so he naturally has to be clear.

"How sure?"

This sentence was asked by the current prince of the Tang Dynasty, and the distinction between public and private is very clear, but when he really investigates it, he and Su Qi have no personal relationship, so he often looks more at Su Qi's identity and the attitude of the academy.

Su Qi naturally understood this, so when he encountered such a situation, he replied very directly: "I believe in me." ”

He believes in himself, he has nothing to do with the academy, he just talks about himself.

This is not the attitude of the academy, but Su Qi's words, it is Su Qi's attitude, can this sentence satisfy him?

Su Qi didn't know, because he showed a very hearty smile, he laughed very loudly, this Baihua Alley was originally very quiet, so the sound spread far away, and it seemed to be going to be outside the alley.

He left, they didn't talk much, they talked about some trivial matters, he promised to find out about Luo Chanyi, and then left a waist card.

Then he climbed over the mottled stone wall, which had been slightly revitalized by the shedding of the green vines, and finally, this old courtyard, which had been almost forgotten by history, was entwined with green vines and covered with moss, and welcomed the first guest in more than a hundred years, and the way he came in was so special, climbing over the wall.

Just like those young students who were late back then, history is always so similar, similar to the autumn breeze in Baihua Lane blowing so happily, blowing up the dust left over from countless history, blowing up to the sky, blowing out of Baihua Lane, and then dissipating, completely gone