The courtyard is located deep in a corner of the bamboo forest.

With the deepening of spring, the bamboo forest is also slightly verdant, especially the arrogance that stands upright, showing a different kind of atmosphere, glowing in spring, just like a gentleman.

Now that the winter is gone, the spring is coming, and the plum blossoms in the small courtyard have finally fallen, leaving only the bare trunks, and the residual plums falling on the ground.

Speaking of sorrow, no one can compare with Dean Hanxiang on this spring day. I don't know if it's because of the fall of the plum blossoms, or because of the sadness of the people in Dongcheng, the dean is in a bad mood today, and the peaceful ocean in his eyes has fluctuated, and the sea breeze is rising, I don't know if it's the mood? Or the will?

It seemed that he saw Dean Mei Hanxiang's bad mood, Hua Jin did not behave as aggressively as before, he stood at the door to calm down, and then carefully sorted out his clothes, and walked into the courtyard respectfully.

There is a short distance from the outside of the courtyard to Dean Mei Hanxiang's side, and there is also a narrow stone staircase, but it is full of old plum blossoms.

Hua Jin walked very carefully and seriously, for fear of stepping on the remnants of the plum that had fallen, and then he walked to Dean Mei Hanxiang's side.

It was only at this time that he saw that the dean was sitting there and did not go to the sad plum blossom, but was reading a book with his head down.

Hua Jin was a little curious.

At this moment, the dean raised his head and looked at the flower brocade.

The ocean is still quiet, and the original wind and waves have long since subsided. At this time, it seems that these eyes are very ordinary and plain, but they are full of questions, like the eyes of a scholar.

Hua Jin was even more curious, and was also full of doubts and puzzles.

The dean was confused, and there were things he didn't understand, and what was even more strange was the book he was holding in his hand. That book is called "Asking the Heavens", written by Daomen Qingfengzi, some of the history is very long, and there are also many legendary stories on it, such as the fairy world.

As if seeing Hua Jin's doubts, the dean closed the book, put it on his lap, looked at him and said softly: "Those days Liu Xun's child was in retreat in the library building, and this is the book he reads. ”

Hua Jin was a little puzzled.

The dean continued, "On that day, the Immortal Sword rioted, and he was injured for some reason, and then he began to retreat. ”

"After I got out of the country, I talked to him for a long time, and the most important thing was what happened that night."

"Although I am his teacher, I can't understand what he said, but there is a guess that it seems to be related to the South China Sea more than ten years ago."

"I think if it were Lord Wensheng, he would have understood the reason for this."

After speaking, Dean Mei Hanxiang handed the book on his lap to Hua Jin.

There are a lot of papers in the book, which are annotations that the dean put when he interpreted.

Hua Jin thought about everything, but he couldn't understand the truth.

In folk rumors, Dean Mei Hanxiang is the most knowledgeable old man besides Lord Wensheng. But who can know that Lord Wensheng's knowledge is even higher.

It seems that nothing in this world can confuse Lord Wensheng's eyes, whether it is difficult to verify knowledge or a deeply hidden secret.

Liu Xun didn't come back, he fought with Bai Gongzi, although the result was good, but he was also seriously injured. At this time, he did not return to Qingfeng Temple, and he should have recuperated on Zhushan.

The dean liked this apprentice of his very much, and regarded him as his successor. He knew anything that happened last night, and Hua Jin was watching from the side, but he didn't ask for the details, all he needed was a result.

Everything is arranged by Seifu-in, and the shadow of Takeyama is indispensable in this.

"It's going to be tried soon."

Hua Jin's eyes suddenly revealed essence, as if she was excited. But there is a little bleakness, and I can't help but have some regrets.

Dayu has a martial arts ceremony, which is held every three years and five years respectively, and when they are held at the same time, the next year is the Qianlong test.

The Qianlong Test is extremely important, and has long been regarded as the most important event in the world today, and every time it is held, countless dark horses are born, and it is also an opportunity for the younger generation to become famous. It's just that he has one thing that has been criticized by people - that is, the time span of his venue is too long.

Many people are born at the wrong time, or miss one time for other reasons, then they will miss this competition forever, such as Huajin. The world's young and proud talents gathered in Yong'an, and even Huajin felt very regretful.

"Actually, I'm very optimistic about Bai Jiu's child." Hua Jin suddenly mentioned the name.

The Dean turned to look at him.

Hua Jinjue was a little unnatural, but she didn't show it, "The teacher said the same thing!" ”

The teacher in Hua Jin's mouth is naturally Lord Wensheng.

The dean still looked at him, his gaze turned stern, like he was looking at a student who had made a mistake, a disciple.

"I don't know what the teacher thinks this year, I have to try to intervene in the hidden dragon, so I estimate that there will be a junior brother this year, and when I listen to the night banquet, I like Bai Jiu very much. So I think if you have to have a junior brother, he is a good choice. Moreover, the teacher said the same thing. ”

After saying this, Hua Jin's gaze remained the same.

Seeing him like this, the dean shook his head, not knowing if it was to say anything to him or to him as a person.

"No matter how much you or Lord Wen Sheng appreciate, it is impossible to directly decide that he is your junior brother. Otherwise, how to convince the public and give an explanation to the world. If he really has a relationship with Zhushan, then he naturally has the strength to get the first place in the Qianlong test, if not, he naturally can't force it. ”

The dean stood up from the black wooden chair, and Hua Jin hurriedly went to help. The dean waved his hand, and then walked into the room alone.

"After so many years, Huajin, you still don't lie, don't always put your hands behind your back, it's easy for people to see your nervousness. Moreover, how could Lord Wensheng say such a thing, everyone is old, who will have nothing to worry about young people. ”

Old people always like to say something very old, just like their age, revealing leisurely and self-satisfaction, and of course, there is the truth of immortality.

The dean is right, at this age, where can there be such a dispute among young people, or to worry about young people's affairs?

Worry is arrangement, then it will not be arranged, but there will still be an attitude, just like the old man will have many juniors, but among these juniors, there is always one he particularly likes, this kind of like is the attitude, this attitude is the old man's heart.

Lord Wensheng is already very old, and since the matter of the Daimyo Bai family, he has not been to the court for a long time, and Zhushan also does not ask about the world.

Dean Mei Hanxiang is an old friend of Lord Wensheng, and a long time ago, the two always liked to drink and talk together, and at that time, the world was peaceful, and they talked about trivial things and trivial matters. But now, except for letters, the two rarely see each other again, and the world is still peaceful, but the meaning has changed a lot.

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Not far from the small courtyard is a side gate of the Seifu-in, from where the flower brocade walked out. He held the book the dean had given him lightly in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

There are a lot of people in Dongcheng, not lively but busy. Seifuin is a very old college, and the construction of the houses in it was also painstaking, so it is naturally not easy to damage, but the surrounding houses are different.

A heavy snowfall, a rain, and then sunshine.

Some people are sighing, some people are helpless, some people are tired, and some people are very vain.

Out of the alley, standing on the open avenue. He looked in the direction of the palace, and then looked at the bamboo mountain over there, and in front of him was a flower, a flower in the fog.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings, but it is just a good fog.

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The palace is very deep, and every year there are those literati who like to write some poems in the depths of the courtyard, and the red bricks and tiles represent authority, and the opposite of authority is freedom.

Countless young and beautiful palace maids and beardless eunuchs lived in the palace, and they were in the most powerful places in the world, serving the most powerful people in the world.

In Da Yu in Yong'an City, it is obvious that Emperor Yu is that person.

The country is prosperous and comfortable, there is no war and there is naturally no sorrow, and the thoughts of Wenzhi and martial arts, Lord Wensheng are not ordinary people can guess. Young literati have nothing to do, they like to think wildly, write poems and articles, write about the palace as deep as the sea, write about the deep grievances of the courtyard, everyone has the character of pity and cherishing jade, and likes to compare people to canaries. But who knows that it is not only them who are blocked by the Red Wall Palace, but there is also a person who is always ignored, that is Emperor Yu.

Zhushan said that Lord Wensheng has been cultivating in the mountains and has never come down the mountain, and people will always hear the news of Emperor Yu, but few people will say that Emperor Yu is out of the palace.

The sun is good today, it's been like this almost every day in spring, it rained, so the sky was really clean.

The walls of the palace are red, red like cinnabar, and under the red walls is a relatively dark place, and many people pass by there every day, so it is a very ordinary place, just like a person standing there at this time, except for a little white clothes, the appearance is really ordinary.

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In the depths of the palace, His Majesty Emperor Yu sat on a gazebo, and the weather was still a little cold just after winter, so Emperor Yu sat there wearing slightly thicker clothes.

Yellow robes, on which a golden dragon flies, not angry and arrogant.

At the end of the early dynasty, the emperor had the music of the day around him, and the daily repetition of things would always make people feel bored, and even saints would get bored. As everyone knows, the emperor of the dynasty was a thrifty and loving Ming monarch, and the eunuchs in the palace had long been accustomed to this, standing quietly on one side, making tea, and waiting quietly.

Time flies, like the sun walking. The emperor read a lot of twists and turns, and gradually reached the last one, and his frowning brows finally relaxed.

Not like the previous one, this one looks like a letter.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at a eunuch next to him, as if asking.

The eunuch on the side whispered, "Your Majesty, this is a letter from Zhushan. ”

The emperor smiled: "When the widow has something difficult, every time Xiangguo thinks of it first, I think this letter is about today's matter." ”

The eunuch said: "Lord Xiangguo and His Majesty are united, and whenever there is a major event, there will be a letter to the palace." ”

The Emperor smiled and did not say anything more. He withdrew his gaze and looked away, smiling as if he had something else meaning.

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The palace is very large, and the palace is a little deserted in the spring night, and the palace maids are sleepy with their eyes half-closed, but they dare not sleep for a while. The guards guarded the outer city, but the inner city felt peaceful.

Every night, the second prince will work hard until late, since the Wenju, he has worked harder, read the book a hundred times and its meaning is self-revealed, if someone points out is naturally a better choice.

The place where the second prince lived was not too far away from the city wall, and an old eunuch who had not returned there tonight had also been there, and he was sitting beside the second prince, pointing out the places in the book that he did not understand. He has white eyebrows and white hair, and his demeanor is calm and calm, if he is not in the palace and dressed in eunuch clothes, he looks like a professor who reads poetry and books in a liberal arts college.

Li Muzhi has been in the palace for decades, and the little eunuchs in the palace can't guess his real age, and he is estimated to be seventy or eighty years old. Because he has no descendants in the palace, but unlike other little eunuchs who don't learn and don't know how to do it, when he was young, he always liked to go to the study tower to sit down, and when he was old, he found that there was actually no difference between inside the palace and outside the palace.

Looking at the books in front of His Royal Highness the Second Prince, Li Muzhi remembered the attitude of the Second Prince when Wenju returned, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head, thinking that today's young people have this kind of attitude, which is good after all.

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There is a small forest outside the walls of the palace, and the palace wall next to this forest is five zhang high, and the wall is extremely smooth, and there is no trace of it at all. Ordinary people naturally can't jump over, not to mention that there are many taboos on it. But if it's really those perverts on the Qingyun list, this wall really needs to be tested.

In the corner, there is a rockery. Wen Ruyu, who was dressed in night clothes, blended into the night, he held an ordinary umbrella in his hand, and his whole body seemed to be extremely similar to the dead things around him with the help of some kind of exercise.

Even if someone walks past him, if they don't deliberately look over there, it is estimated that it will be difficult to find his existence.

Wen Ruyu looked at the lights in the palace of the second prince, I don't know how long, and then he slowly lowered his head, put on a black hood, and walked silently in the other direction of the palace.

The route he walked was very clever to avoid the lights, to take advantage of the terrain, to follow the grass and flowers, to enter the mountains without a trace, to patrol the lake silently, as terrifying as a ghost, like a leisurely walk in the heavily guarded inner palace.