On the seventh day of June in the twenty-ninth year of Tianyuan, Xiao Feng, the prince of Xifeng, returned to the dynasty.

On June 22, the 29th year of the Tianyuan Dynasty, 57 civil and military ministers headed by Xiao Zhe and Chen Cijun jointly signed a letter to impeach 127 officials, including Yu Zijie.

I thought that the calm stream wind would be repeated, but no one expected that a sudden change would come so quickly, and the big and small forces rushed to tell each other, and for a while people were panicked, and the stream wind court fell into a great turmoil that had not been seen for thousands of years.

Everyone in the world thought that this great turmoil would greatly damage the vitality of Xifeng, but the result was a big surprise.

On August 10, the 29th year of Tianyuan, there was a large number of official transfers in the Xifeng Imperial City, involving as many as 361 officials.

Among them, Yu Zijie and Chen Cijun returned to their hometowns one after another, completely withdrew from the court and the smoke of gunpowder, and Qi Shi, who is known as the clear stream, and Yuan Xihong, who had mixed reviews, took over as the prime minister and assisted the emperor.

A turmoil ended with such thunder and rain.

There is no change of political party, it is too much understatement, and with the passage of time, everything will eventually return to the right track, and all the strangeness will be drowned in the dust of history.

Because, it is not that such turmoil did not happen before, but just like this, the truth will not be recorded in history, and everything will be forgotten.

How much of this information is only qualified for a few people to know.

However, the previous loud thunder also covered up many things that were considered major events in the past and are not major events now, such as the sudden death of Wei Chi Jingde.

......

The autumn wind blows the fallen leaves and falls in the withered lotus pond.

A thin figure slept lightly against the big green willow tree, and the mottled shadow of the tree cast on the white clothes, a little pale and weak.

The young man's eyelids trembled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the remnants of the pond, and hooked the corners of his mouth shallowly.

A green-shirted reader came from a distance, not fast, and even very leisurely.

When the reader approached, the boy turned his head to cast his gaze, then lowered his eyelids, and did not speak.

"Good recovery. The scholar squatted in front of the teenager, not caring about the teenager's indifferent attitude, "It's time to go home." ”

The boy nodded, closing his eyes.

The scholar picked up the boy and turned to go away.

As the sun set, the golden glow sprinkled on the two of them, and they were all bright.

......

There is a trunk name Biluo Creek in the Xiangjiang River, you can see a green tree shady along the southward flow of the stream, the stream is tortuous, the local people call it Qinglin Bay.

There are fishermen near Qinglin Bay, the folk customs are simple, the sunrise works, the sunset rests, it is a rural place.

A few months ago, a carriage came to Qinglin Bay, rented a small courtyard, and lived in two young people and a sleepy child.

In the past two days, the sleepy child seems to be less sleepy and will walk around the neighborhood.

So, every dusk, the only relatively smooth dirt road in Qinglin Bay would wait for a lazy young man, and the people who saw it from a distance would jump and shout there, like a child.

At this time, as in the previous days, the young man was waiting there again.

The local residents who occasionally passed by greeted with a smile, "Xiao Qian, I'm waiting for Xiao Ye again." ”

The young man grinned and did not speak.

The woman didn't care, and left with a smile.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled and gilded all around.

Soon, a scholar came on the other side of the road, and the scholar was holding a young man in white in his arms.

The young man, who was called Xiao Qian by the locals, hurriedly ran over, grinning and shouting, "I'm back, it's a tea time later than yesterday." ”

The boy smiled lightly, "Chihiro." ”

Then, he continued to lie on the shoulder of the reader in a daze.

Qianxun smiled a little happier, but when she saw Ye Fan's smiling expression, she instantly restrained her smile, "Let's eat fish tonight, Ah Gong Yun sent a sea bass, saying that it was to replenish Xiaofeng's body." ”

"What do you think?" Ye Fan turned his head to look at the child who buried his head in his shoulder.

Xiao Feng nodded lightly.

"If it's not delicious, you eat it all. Ye Fan said with a smile.

"It must be delicious. Chihiro hastened to reassure.

There are old and mixed memories, and many things are not difficult for Chihiro.

The three of them soon returned home.

Chihiro seems to be a housewife, wrapping up her scarf and going outside to process the sea bass and prepare to make fish.

Xiao Feng sat in a chair in a daze.

Ye Fan closed his eyes on the side to recuperate.

This is the pattern of the three of them getting along in the past few months.

The three of them get along in an awkward way, or to be precise, Xiao Feng and Ye Fan's way of getting along is awkward.

Because when Xiao Wutian sent Xiao Feng to Xiuxian Temple, Ye Fan waited for the rabbit in Xiuxian Temple, and finally snatched Xiao Feng from Xiao Wutian's hands.

These, Xiao Feng naturally didn't see it with his own eyes, he was stepping on the ghost door with one foot at the time, but Qianxun didn't open the door, and directly poked Ye Fan out.

Xiao Feng can tolerate his fate in the future, but he can't tolerate Ye Fan's behavior, because in this way, Xiao Wutian may go crazy.

He could see that Xiao Wutian had an almost crazy rejection of the so-called celestials, as evidenced by the suppression under the Seven Xuan Pagoda.

Now, he really has no connection with this world, but he can't watch the people he cares about suffer, and worst of all, he can't do anything about it.

He could have been at ease, but now he can't do it at all.

Therefore, Xiao Feng couldn't be calm with Ye Fan.

After nearly a tea time, Chihiro came out of the room with a wet hand and shouted, "Xiaofeng, the fire and clouds are burning brightly outside, can you go out and have a look?"

Xiao Feng turned his head and smiled, "Chihiro, have you packed up the fish?"

"Hungry?" asked Chihiro with a shy face.

Xiao Feng blinked, "A little, so you hurry up." ”

Chihiro was overjoyed, this was the first time Xiao Feng shouted hunger, wiped his hands on the scarf, and patted Xiao Feng on the shoulder, "Certainly, definitely, or shall I carry you out?"

Xiao Feng obediently stretched out his hand.

Ye Fan snorted suddenly.

Qianxun's face stiffened with a smile, and he glanced at Xiao Feng, "That, let Ye Fan hug it, I'll go and fish." ”

He ran out with a blank face.

Xiao Feng was not embarrassed, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and prepared to take a nap.

After nearly a stick of incense, Ye Fan suddenly said, "There is a method outside, dripping blood on a stone, after dripping blood, the stone is red, if that person dies, the stone will fade little by little, until it returns to its original color, this kind of stone is called bloodstone." ”

Xiao Feng closed his eyes and didn't answer.

Ye Fan didn't care, and continued, "Your bloodstone is fading a little bit now, so now, except for me and Chihiro, everyone will think that you are dead." ”

Xiao Feng still didn't speak.

Ye Fan's voice paused for a few breaths, and continued, "This time, you handled it very well, and it was beyond my expectations, so I can give you some more time." ”

"You're not afraid of me and you're unexpected?" Xiao Feng closed his eyes, and his voice was cold and indifferent.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "In this way, it doesn't hurt." ”

Xiao Feng opened his eyes, "You said it." ”

Ye Fan nodded and said, "My words this time count." ”

Xiao Feng didn't say anything, and closed his eyes again.

At this time, Chihiro ran out from outside, brought up a large pot of fish, and shouted, "It's ripe, come and taste my craft." ”