Eleven years ago, Yi Xuan, a senior disciple of the Xianwen Pavilion Hakoya Zhuang Jiang, did not practice much, and went mad and died. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I heard that his death was both miserable and strange, and even the bones were not left, only a well-dressed mound; Shi Yixuan has been quite famous inside and outside the Xianwen Museum, and the number of Lile and Imperial Books is all fine, and his people are good and angry, good wine and beautiful women, bold and chic, hard and unyielding, and informal, but the big festival is not a loss, as the saying goes, "big gifts do not give up small gifts", which is deeply valued by the predecessors in the museum, and many people in his death hall are sighing.

At that time, Yi Lin had not officially entered the museum, only in the side hall academy to follow the master to read and write, practice the basic Confucian internal kung fu, Yi Xuan died at the age of fifteen, Yi Lin was twelve years old, in the eyes of outsiders, the two brothers of the Yi family are resolute and brave, unruly and domineering, but the main foreign affairs, one is humble and elegant, the heart is as careful as hair, but the main internal affairs, if it takes time to hone a must be two pieces of good jade, in the future, the Xianwen Museum will not be jointly managed by the two of them, just like the current Yan Wufang and Zhuang Jiang.

But Yi Lin knows that compared with his brother, his talent is still a little inferior, take the exercises as an example, Yi Xuan has practiced the orthodox Mingsheng exercises of the Xianwen Pavilion to the third level when he was twelve years old, even if he makes friends and plays all day long, watches flowers and horses, and does the things of Ren Yong and heroic, the six arts of Confucianism will not be left behind, and he studies hard all day long, cultivates hard, when Yi Xuan died, his Mingsheng exercises were only practiced to the second level, and the six arts of Confucianism only learned the four ways of etiquette and music, so you can imagine how tall and majestic the omnipotent big brother is in his mind.

Since leaving his parents and entering the Xianwen Pavilion, the two brothers have been each other's only support, and to be more precise, for Yi Lin, this eldest brother who is three years older than him is his only supporter, sheltering him from the wind and rain, and fulfilling the responsibility that his parents failed to fulfill.

After learning the news of Yi Xuan's death, Yi Lin was struck by lightning, and felt as if the sky had fallen, the sky and the earth were big, and the Xianwen Pavilion was also very large, but without that person, the huge Xianwen Pavilion only made people feel empty, cold and deserted, and the night breeze was refreshing.

One day, it rained heavily, he lay on the couch and watched the rain pouring out the window, and suddenly remembered that he was frail and sick when he was a child, and he was bedridden whenever he was cold, and how many rainy nights were Yi Xuan who ran to the main hall with an umbrella to ask Lang Zhong, who was specially for Yan Wufeng to see a doctor, and begged to bring him here.

Tears suddenly blurred his eyes, and he struggled to get up from the couch, stumbling open the door without even putting on his clothes.

As soon as the door opened, the cold wind came biting, straight into the inner hall, the gloomy sky was thunderstorming, occasionally a lightning bolt fell, the rain was loud, but I could no longer see the figure who was holding an umbrella for Lang Zhong for himself, and letting the heavy rain wet his shoulders, and the black umbrella was still leaning alone under the porch.

"Big brother, big brother, big brother ......",

He suddenly broke down, strode into the courtyard, walked into the rain, shouted his name, his voice choked, rain and tears mixed together and flowed down his face, the rain poured down, the sound of the rain hitting the windowsill drowned out his crying, he staggered up a few steps and his body could not support it, and fell to his knees.

Suddenly, there was another thunderclap, lightning crossed, tore open the night sky to illuminate the yard, the pale cyan gate three feet in front of him suddenly opened, a pair of cloth shoes came into view, and a slender figure pushed open the door and walked to him lightly.

The black umbrella was held up above his head, and the rain was dripping down on both sides, and he heard the man say, "Don't cry anymore, I will take care of you later".

The sound is crisp, like water and ice, and the sound is broken.

He raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes saw a long-haired woman in a Confucian robe, her face was like a peach and plum, her color was beautiful, and her eyebrows like distant mountains made people admire it at a glance.

There are many kinds of a person's temperament, some women make people close to their hearts, they are amiable, some women make people think about it, some women make people feel like a spring breeze, they fall in love at first sight, they are smart and empty, and the women who can make people admire must be a rare person with both talent and virtue among women.

The Confucian shirt swayed gently in the cold wind, and Rao was a Confucian outfit that could not hide the unique femininity of a woman on her body.

Behind her stood a little girl with a bun, and it was this little girl who was holding an umbrella to cover the rain for the two of them.

"Zhuang... Mr. ......",

He naturally recognized his brother's mentor, and his status in the Xianwen Pavilion was second only to Yan Wufang's master of the Bogu House, Wenli Pearl Zhuang Jiang.

On weekdays, he is also respectful to her, but at this time, his heart is too sad, his mind is blank, and the words he says are weak, like a zombie, and the etiquette has been forgotten.

Zhuang Jiang gently helped him up and walked into the porch, and said with his hand: "Tomorrow I will go to Xuan'er's tomb to worship and then go to Bokoya to find me, you haven't bowed yet."

"Apprenticeship ......",

Zhuang Jiang glanced at him, saw that he was still depressed, and said: "Shao'er, decoction a pair of medicine for him according to my prescription, don't let him catch a cold, and teach him the etiquette of apprenticeship tomorrow morning."

"Yes",

The little girl bowed her head and helped him into the house.

"Thank you sir",

Yi Lin was a little sober and reluctantly saluted.

Zhuang Jiang took the umbrella in the little girl's hand, held it up above her head, and said, "Don't call me Mr. in the future."

"Be called 'Master,' just like your brother,"

"Siren has passed away, and I, the master, have no revenge to avenge and can't get anything back, so I can only make up for it a little bit on you, and fulfill the responsibility of the master."

Walking into the rain with an umbrella, her figure gradually disappeared into the night.

He stood quietly under the porch and watched her back, his palm gently raised and lowered, and for some reason he wished that this person would stay a little longer......

Later, he often thought that perhaps this unruly teacher-student relationship was planted at that time.

And at that time, he naturally didn't know that Zhuang Jiang saw everything in his eyes, and he sneered at it in his heart.

"Your brother, although Xuan'er likes fine wine and beautiful women, and acts romantically, he never loses in etiquette, and he will not use his mind on people who should not be used, you are bolder than him, and you dare to have this kind of thought?", he will never forget the demeanor and tone when she said this that day, she looked at him with that contemptuous look, as if to say, "You are simply disgraced by your brother's face",

He would never have imagined that one day, he would ask her with a gloomy face, "Master, how did he die, eldest brother?"

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