"Brother Meng Dexian's personal enlightenment:"

"It's the end of summer, and it's about to start autumn. In order to taste the last bit of summer, the foolish brother went to Quchifang the day before yesterday to enjoy the lotus. ”

"Fortunately, although the leaves are falling in various places, even the Tianjing City has to wrap up a coat before you can go to the street to enjoy the hustle and bustle of Tianjie."

"Only in this Quchi Fang, it seems that the four seasons have to go slower......"

"Brother Fool is in this Quchi Fang, and I saw the scene of 'Lotus Leaves Infinitely Blue' in the middle of summer. In addition to joy, I can't help but have some regrets. ”

"Brother Meng Dexian, you have been sick in bed for a few days, and your weight has not improved."

"It is necessary to know that the doctor is not sick is far better than the doctor is sick, and the virtuous brother is too quiet and quiet on weekdays, neglecting to move around, and he will be bored in his study all day long to do learning."

"It's a good thing to do learning, but if you waste your body because of this, you can't do it. If you don't have a strong body, how can you write an article that will be handed down to the world. ”

"I hope that Brother Meng Dexian will recover as soon as possible, and take this as a lesson to walk around the streets more on weekdays......"

Wang Su rubbed his somewhat sour eyes.

Although the candle flame in the Wei Mansion is bright and of excellent quality, there is not too much smoke, but it can't stand too many letters sent by Deng Qing, and reading these letters is a delicate job, and it is not fast.

So Wang Su watched it for several hours in a row.

Wang Su glanced at the second dog who was already lying on the bed and was asleep, and pouted, it is really a capable person who works harder, and a lazy person sleeps......

There are many letters, and it is impossible to say which one is drawn, and it is always necessary to pay attention to the rules when looking at them.

Fortunately, Deng Qing, or the person who consulted these letters in the Embroidery Division before, had already considered this kind of thing, and when they were sent, they were already neatly arranged according to the date of each letter.

This also saved Wang Su a lot of effort, if it weren't for that, I am afraid that Wang Su had just finished sorting out those letters now.

Although it stands to reason that you should start with the most recent letters, after all, there are probably some clues in the most recent letters.

But Wang Su always felt that this case was not so simple, and he should start reading the previous letters.

Because there will always be some preface and afterword in the letter, if you look at it from the back there will always be some doubts.

Liu Shangqing's son's name is Liu Mengde, and the letter just now was written to him by one of his literary friends.

Wang Su took a general look, that is, Liu Mengde had a serious illness before.

This is also normal, I asked Liu Shangqing and Liu Mengde's scholar Xiao Li before, and they all said that Liu Mengde locked himself in the study all year round to study.

If you don't go out for a long time, you will inevitably get some diseases.

Wang Su shook his head and pulled out the next letter.

"Oh?"

When he saw the sender's name on the envelope, Wang Su was a little surprised.

This person, barely an acquaintance, is the abbot of Qingni Temple, Master Xinben.

Wang Su opened the envelope, opened the stationery, and read the contents.

"Liu Shizhu personally enlightened:"

"What Liu Shizhu is suffering from is a fever disease."

Liu Shizhu sat in the study for a long time, his breath was blocked, his veins were blocked, and he rashly used ice to cool the heat. Under the alternation of internal and external heat and cold, the disease will enter the body, and the medicine will be difficult to treat. ”

"Lao Qu's acupuncture this time, although it is to dissipate seven or eight tenths of the heat in Liu Shi's main body, but there is still some depression in the body, the silver needle is difficult to get rid of, and you need to go out more in the future, if you can hike the mountains and forests, it is wonderful, and it is very beneficial to the spleen......"

After reading it, Wang Su put down the letter.

I can't imagine that this old monk not only knows Buddhism, but also heals, which is really not to be underestimated.

After reassembling the letters, Wang Su took out several letters from the pile of letters and read them one by one.

In addition to some letters written to him by Liu Mengde's literary friends, there are also several letters written by the master of the heart to Liu Mengde.

Judging from the reply letter from the master of Xinben, Wang Su can roughly reverse what Liu Mengde wrote.

He roughly restored the cause of the incident.

It is probably because Liu Mengde has lived in the study for a long time, does not go out, and blindly reads to death, although the article is good, but it is a little superficial, and he delves into rhetoric too much.

Because of this, he fell into a bottleneck, his heart was depressed, so he fell ill, and it was difficult to treat.

Liu Shangqing, who is also Liu Mengde's father Liu Hanlin, after looking for medical treatment everywhere to no avail, he heard that the abbot of Qingne Temple, Master Xinben, is good at making silver needles, although the medical skills of one hand are biased, but also have their uniqueness, so Liu Shangqing gritted his teeth and asked Master Xinben to treat Liu Mengde.

I never thought that Liu Shangqing originally planned to use a dead horse as a live horse doctor, but as soon as Master Xinben made a move, Liu Mengde's illness was cured, and he was no longer trapped on the bed, and he could get out of bed and walk.

Liu Mengde was grateful for the life-saving grace of Master Xinben, and became friends with him, often asking him for Buddhist advice.

Wang Su shook his head, Master Xinben didn't say anything else, this ability to persuade people to convert to Buddhism is really a skill.

At the beginning, the reason why the Qingni Temple was so prosperous even surpassed the Huaide Temple at that time, which is now the Huangjue Temple, is that the mouth of the master of the heart is indispensable.

It's not just about seeking success from what you do.

However, Wang Su was a little puzzled, from these few words, it was obvious that Master Xinben was capable, but when he was a silver-robed jade unicorn, he was still running an errand in Tianjing, why hadn't he heard much of this person?

Maybe this is the so-called real person not showing up, right?

Or is this what the monks call not asking about the red dust and being indifferent to the world?

Wang Su put back the letters, and after another hour or two, in the dead of night, he finished reading all the letters sent by Deng Qing.

He stood up, stretched his waist, and suddenly crackled, his whole body shook, and the fatigue caused by sitting for a long time was eliminated by him with internal force.

This can be regarded as a small use of internal force.

That is to say, Wang Su's internal strength is profound, and the true qi contained in the dantian exceeds most of the Guanchuan Tongliu realm, so that he can be so "luxurious".

Summoned as the master of the Guanchuan Tongliu realm floating in other rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are full of dangers, and the true qi in the dantian is a little less, when fighting with others, life and death, maybe just such a little bit of true qi can turn the tide and turn defeat into victory.

How can you be so "extravagant" and use your true qi to eliminate some insignificant exhaustion for yourself?

Wang Su yawned, also a little sleepy.

He blew out the candles, took off his shoes and socks and lay on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling.

I have read all these letters, and sure enough, as the scholar Xiao Li said, none of them are related to Zheng Hu.

This basically shows that the two really don't know each other.

But after reading so many letters, the Cicada Poetry Society often appears.

This Cicada Poetry Society, Wang Su also knows it.

Most of the members in the poetry club are the sons and daughters of some official eunuchs like Liu Mengde and Zheng Hu.

And the noble status is not enough, you have to be really talented, and you can only join the company after passing the assessment.

Of course, if you are amazing and glamorous enough, even if you are born in a mud leg, or even from a businessman's family, you don't need to take the initiative to come, and the Cicada Poetry Society will come to the door to invite you to join the club.

For example, Zhuang Minghao, the champion of the last session, was actively pulled in by the Cicada Poetry Society.

The Cicada Poetry Society is one of the most influential poetry societies and literary societies among the younger generation in Tianjing, not only because the members of the poetry society are all romantic, but also because the founder of the poetry society is His Royal Highness King Qi, the younger brother of the current saint's mother.

His Royal Highness the King of Qi is about ten years younger than the saint, and now he is only in his thirties, and he is in the prime of life.

But since he was a child, he only obeyed the orders of today's saints, never disobeyed, and never got involved in political affairs, only loved the subset of classics and history, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It is precisely because of this that today's saints are very relieved of His Royal Highness King Qi, and he also enjoys full dignity, which can be said to be the second most noble person in the face of the Tang Dynasty.

With His Royal Highness King Qi sitting in charge of the Cicada Poetry Society, how can it not be established?

Wang Su thought to himself: In this way, Zheng Hu is also very likely to be in this cicada poetry club.

Although Liu Mengde also participated in some other poetry societies, it was not many, and most of them were founded by people from the Southern Party, and the suspicion of the township party was greater, and Zheng Hu was unlikely to join these poetry societies.

After all......

Wang Su remembered today, no, it should be said that it was yesterday.

Yesterday's performance of General Zheng Kang, Wang Su still remembers it vividly.

Wang Su could indeed feel the grief on Zheng Kang's body.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless?

But Wang Su can still feel the utilitarian desire from him more.

Especially when Zheng Kang heard that Liu Shangqing's son Liu Mengde also died at the hands of the same murderer, the first thing he thought of was not anger, but felt that he could use the topic to play and use this matter to fight the embroidery division.

It's chilling.

At the same time, Wang Su also had a new understanding of the current situation of the embroidery department.

Unexpectedly, now the embroidery division has also reached this kind of situation where rats cross the street and everyone shouts and beats.

The Northern Party, in particular, is so hostile to the Embroidery Division.

I don't know if it's a long-standing grievance, or the result of the operation of the Ann in the Northern Party.

Forget it, I've been away from the Embroidery Division for so long, why are I still worrying about the Embroidery Division?

These things, let's give Lao Guan a headache.

Wang Su was not very worried that the embroidery division would be brought down by the Northern Party.

After all, it came out of the embroidery division, and no one knew better than him what a behemoth the embroidery division was.

And if you want to bring down such a behemoth, it is obviously far from enough to rely on only one northern party.

The embroidery division is a descendant of the saint, and it can be said that as long as the saint reigns for one day, the embroidery division will not fall for a day.

Because, the embroidery division is a sharp sword hanging by the saint over the heads of civil and military officials and officials in the world.

Tomorrow, I'll go talk to Deng Qing about checking the Cicada Poetry Society, I always feel that there is a big problem in it.

Wang Su closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in through the door of the room.

Wang Su opened his eyes in an instant, and under the traction of his qi machine, the abacus was immediately unsheathed and fell into his hand.

And he put his sword on the neck of the dark shadow that had crept in.