It takes about ten days to travel from Cold Mist City to King City.
On the day we arrived, it happened to be a sunny day, with endless blue sky, the air was very refreshing, and the sun was spreading warmly, even the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month was less biting.
The carriage passed through the long street, Yun Yifeng opened the curtains, and saw that there were many shops on both sides of the road, and the crowd was noisy. The storyteller in the tea shop slapped the wood, the waiter in the restaurant recited the menu aloud, and the sugar pan fried in a large pot was crispy and golden. eat. Further on, there are piano shops, embroidery workshops, brocade and silk shops, tea shops, and shops specializing in Western gadgets. Occasionally, foreigners with high noses and deep eyes appear on the street. He says hello.
The amorous feelings seen along the way are all peaceful and happy, prosperous and prosperous, just like a picture scroll of the world full of fireworks.
Yun Yifeng leaned in the carriage, thinking, Wangcheng, it really is a good place.
The carriage passed through the alleyway familiarly, and stopped firmly at the gate of the Wangfu. Uncle Liu, the housekeeper, heard the news, and opened the door early in the morning to wait. When he saw Wu Suosi, he went up to him and said with a smile: "The concubine was just talking about it. Why haven't you seen you bring the guests back? It's almost too late. I'm going out of town to find it."
"Snow fell on the mountains outside the city, and the wheels did not slip too fast, so we were delayed for a while." Wu Suosi stopped the carriage and helped to lift the curtain, "Master Yunmen, we are here."
Yun Yifeng had never thought before that Prince Xiao's Mansion would be built in such a quiet and elegant alley. Not only did there not be a stone lion at the entrance, but there was also a small bridge and flowing water after entering the gate. Out of place, more like a stolen house. However, after seeing the old concubine, the doubts were quickly answered. She was a capable, forthright, hospitable middle-aged woman who did not have the emerald head of the mistress of a wealthy family, and her hair was only pulled neatly. Now, the clothes are only made of monochrome embroidered flowers, and the only thing that is extraordinary is the temperament and conversation, which faintly reveals the dignity and magnificence of the grassland princess decades ago. As soon as he saw him, he smiled and said, "This is the master of Yunmen, right? It's cold outside, come in and sit down."
"I've seen the concubine." Yun Yifeng cupped his hands and said respectfully, "It's very rude to visit the door rashly, and I didn't prepare any gifts. It's really rude."
"Since you are my son's friend, this is your own home. There is no reason to bring gifts when you go home." The old concubine took his hand, patted it, looked him up and down, and said, "No wonder you are here In the letter, Yan Ran told me many times to take good care of you, this little body is a little thinner, the journey must have been hard, right?"
"Old Wu worked hard." Yun Yifeng was very grateful, "It's lucky to have him."
The servants quickly served hot tea, and Yun Yifeng warmed his hands carefully. Seeing the green tea soup in the cup, a few jasmine flowers floating in it, and the faint fragrance, he said: "It turns out that the concubine also likes the snow on Emei. There are also a few catties of new tea from Emei in central Sichuan this year, which is considered rare, and I will send someone to the palace after I go back."
"I just came here, so why do I want to go back? It's freezing outside, at least wait until the spring warms up." The old concubine ordered someone to bring him some snacks. Looking at the well-behaved and meticulous eating, she felt so relieved. I liked it very much, and said, "Yan Ran said earlier that friends from the world would come, and I thought I was a reckless man who wields knives and guns. I never thought that the master of Yunmen is such an elegant person, but more like a scholar. "
Yun Yifeng put down his snacks and said with a smile, "I'm also a martial artist with knives and guns."
"If martial arts masters can be like Master Yunmen, then Jianghu will be very interesting." The old concubine stood up and said kindly, "Just rest for a while, I'll go to the kitchen and have a look, dinner should be ready soon."
Old Wu was in the courtyard, talking to the housekeeper Uncle Liu about things to do for the New Year, and told him to invite the best tailor in the city tomorrow. All the luggage of the master of Yunmen was burned on the snow mountain, and he didn't buy anything along the way. When it comes to good clothes, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so you have to hurry up.
Uncle Liu was taken aback when he heard that: "Even the clothes belong to the palace?"
"You don't know." Wu Suosi put his hands in his sleeves, bumped him with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "This Yunmen master, you are pitiful."
Someone behind him asked, "Where is the pity?"
"Toffee." Wu Suosi hastily saluted.
"Okay, tell me, what's so pitiful about him?" The old concubine continued, "I know that I need to call an imperial doctor when I'm not in good health. Yan Ran has already mentioned it in the letter, what else?"
"Also, the lord lied to him." Old Wu looked around, and in a guilty tone like a thief, he roughly talked about the blood ganoderma.
The old concubine: "..."
"Tomorrow I will go to the palace." Wu Suosi comforted himself, "The medical herb library in the Imperial Hospital is about to pile up into a sea, so I can always find 17 or 18 blood ganodermas? It's not very rare after hearing the name. , Uncle Liu, tell me, don’t you?”
The housekeeper sighed: "It's a crime."
The old concubine also had a headache when she heard it. Firstly, her son's mouth was endless, and he could talk nonsense about life-threatening matters. Second, she felt sorry for such a good-looking young man. How could he be infected with a poison that cannot be cured? So I immediately ordered Lao Liu to clean up the most sunny and spacious guest courtyard, and stop buying fabrics outside. For the satin and snow gauze sent by the emperor a few days ago, I hurried to pick a few light and elegant ones. , cut some winter clothes for Yunmen, so as not to get sick from the cold again.
For a moment, the whole palace became busy because of Yun Yifeng's visit.
The disciples of Fengyumen originally planned to stay at the inn, but they were also called back home by the old concubine. Anyway, there are many vacant yards in the mansion, and it is very lively to gather together during the Chinese New Year.
In the next few days, the tailor doctor came to the door in turn. Yun Yifeng had just finished measuring his body in the front hall, and was called back to the backyard for a consultation. He couldn't sit down and rest for a while. The disciples of Fengyumen were very moved when they saw it, and felt that Prince Xiao's mansion is really hospitable and warm, indeed it is a big family and generous! So he was free on weekdays, and would take the initiative to help out everywhere, and soon became one with everyone in the palace, hooking up shoulder to shoulder and calling each other brothers, and they were quite familiar with each other.
The old concubine asked: "How?"
All the imperial physicians sat down and looked at each other. After a while, they replied: "Taifei, Master Yunmen, this poison is not easy to cure."
"I know it's not curable, otherwise why would you need to work too hard in the hospital, and it's not like the folks don't have doctors." The old concubine said, "Tell me, how difficult is it to cure?"
Everyone was silent for a while, and finally the head of the hospital bit the bullet and said: "I'm afraid... there is no cure."
The doctors who can enter the Imperial Hospital are all experienced and famous doctors, and they have seen many kinds of poisons in the world, but they really can't tell what kind of poison Yun Yifeng is poisoned by, only that his pulse is irregular Sometimes it is as fast as a drum, and sometimes it is as thin as a spider's silk, and when I listen to him talking about the condition of the poison, sometimes it is cold to the bone, and sometimes it is unbearable, and it is common to pass out from the pain. The loss of vitality, coupled with the recent trend of becoming more and more uncontrollable, is really not good.
The old concubine asked again: "Can't even find out what kind of poison has been poisoned? Yun'er doesn't know?" She deliberately called out affectionately, in order to distract these people a little more.
"I've asked the Master of the Cloud Gate in detail." The head of the hospital said, "He only said that he was kidnapped when he was young, and he was fed many bottles of poison at that time. As for what it is, I really don't know."
The old concubine sighed.
The head of the hospital said with relief: "We have recorded all the illnesses and pulse conditions of Master Yunmen. There are still many medical books in the Imperial Hospital. When you go back and look through them carefully, you may be able to find some relevant records. As for What kind of blood ganoderma lucidum is really unheard of, but I’m sorry to say it bluntly, most of the miracle medicines that claim to cure all diseases and bring the dead back to life are mostly random things made up by ordinary people, so it’s unbelievable.”
The old concubine nodded, stood up and said: "Then Yun'er's poison will be troublesome for you all."
The housekeeper, Lao Liu, personally sent the imperial doctors out of the palace. In the front hall, Wu Suosi changed a cup of hot tea for the old concubine, and said, "I also checked it for Master Yunmen. Ordinary people are no different, but as long as they are singled out for a little bit, it will be a biting, menacing and deadly posture."
"You've been in Mobei these years, and you've seen a lot of strange poisonous Gu techniques. Even you say it's evil, so it's hard to understand." The old concubine asked again, "What about the kidnappers back then? Find a way to get him Find it, let’s not say whether to punish it or not, at least first ask what kind of poison is poured in, so that we can prescribe the right medicine.”
Wu Suosi said: "I asked, but Yunmen Master said that the man was already dead."
"Dead?" The old concubine became more and more distressed: "Oh."
Old Wu also said, "Oh."
Why is it a mess.
…
When the emperor heard about this incident, he sent an oral order to the Tai Hospital, ordering them not to slack off, and they must find a way to heal Xiao Wang's friend. For a while, the lights in the Tai Hospital were bright all night long, and everyone was nervously and carefully flipping through ancient medical books, hoping to find out words about detoxification from those trivial and cumbersome records.
Unfortunately, nothing came of it.
But no matter whether there is a "win" or not, the year is always over. Seeing that it is the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month, every household in the city is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and red lanterns are also hung on the streets.
The old concubine said with a smile: "Master Yunmen, don't stay at home with me all the time, you should go out for a stroll, and then go to the Eight Immortals Building for a meal. The grilled fish there is a must in Wangcheng. I heard that there are people on the banks of the Baiqu River. Stage singing, very lively."
"Is the concubine not going?" Yun Yifeng asked.
"Every year today, the palace will give rewards, and I have to wait at home." The old concubine said, "Go, have fun. It's a pity that Ling Fei is not here, so I can only let Ah Fu accompany you."
Yun Yifeng didn't understand: "Who is Ling Fei?"
"That's also Yan Ran's friend, a suave and unrestrained son, who loves to eat and play, and is very promiscuous. He is far less obedient and obedient than you. When he returns to the palace, he will make a mess." Although the old concubine was complaining , the tone was smiling and loving, and asked the servant girl to bring him a new cloak, "The tailor just delivered it to the door, I don't know if it fits, so wear it carefully so you don't catch a cold."
"Well, thank you, Concubine." Yun Yifeng smiled happily, "It's very suitable and warm."
He likes it here, it's like home.
I also like Wangcheng, where there are delicious restaurants, hospitable people, and the noisy and warm worldly scenery.
Ah Fu is a local, which street has history, which restaurant is the best, and he can talk about it endlessly. Remembering Old Wu's instructions before going out, even when he came across a candied haws stand, he would stop and buy a couple of bunches, and then asked, "There is also a sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewing nearby, do you want Master Yunmen to drink it?"
"I've eaten the whole way, let's take a break first." Yun Yifeng looked ahead, "That alley seems to be good, what's in it?"
"It's just some houses and yards, but this alley is indeed old, and the people living nearby are all prominent and decent families." Ah Fu walked in with him, "The houses are built more beautifully than the other, even the carpenters and masons You have to spend a lot of money to invite them from other places, and you need to be particular about it.”
Through those high and low staggered walls, the flying corners of the eaves that can be seen are indeed exquisite and unique everywhere, which shows that a lot of effort has been spent. There is only one courtyard, which looks a little mottled and old, and seems to have been in disrepair for a long time, and the copper lock on the door has long been rusted.
"Oh, this is the Zhou family's old house. It has been vacant since they moved back to their hometown in Cangzhou the year before last." Ah Fu said, "Zhou Guandao Master Zhou, has Master Yunmen heard of it?"
"Of course I've heard it. I like his words and poems very much. So he lived here." Yun Yifeng was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet the former residence of the Book Sage here, so he couldn't help but stop and take a second look. Suddenly someone next to him yelled outrageously: "What are you doing standing here? Go away!"
This tone is not much better than chasing flies. Yun Yifeng looked over and saw that the other party was a sleazy little ruffian with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a mean and calculating face, but the middle-aged man who followed him was quite simple and honest. Shi Zheng smiled and persuaded: "Master Qian, these two guests are just passing by, why are you angry?"
"Just walk well when you pass by. Why are your eyes rolling around?" The ruffian continued loudly, "It's okay, I want this house, and I will pay for it in three days." People, "If anyone doesn't know the face and wants to grab it, don't blame me for being rude!"
Yun Yifeng asked: "Why, you want to buy this old house of the Zhou family?"
"That's it." The other party was proud, "I just paid the deposit at noon, and this old He is the middleman. If you also fall in love with this house, you'd better stop dreaming and go back and pee and sleep."
This man's speech was vulgar, and he even cursed people in an incoherent way. He was wearing a sloppy coarse cloth jacket, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't quite match this scholarly courtyard. Seeing that Ah Fu was staring at a hole in his knee, he couldn't help becoming angry again, pointing to their noses and saying: "Get out!"
"I said you—" Ah Fu became angry, and wanted to reason with him, but was held back by Yun Yifeng.
"Forget it, let's go."
Ah Fu staggered, was still angry when he was dragged out of the alley, and said angrily: "How can there be such a naughty person, his rascal appearance, how can he be worthy of the old house of Shusheng, dreaming!"
"Didn't you hear what people said? The deposit has already been paid." Yun Yifeng teased him, "It's just that the clothes are a little worn out. Maybe there are several large vats of gold ingots buried in the yard of the ancestral house."
Ah Fu muttered: "That's also vulgar."
"Yes, yes, vulgar." Yun Yifeng liked Ah Fu very much, and took him for a walk around the street. He wanted to go to eat, but when he turned around Dongmen Street, he saw the ruffian again, strutting around Walking into the Yihong courtyard, hugging left and right, full of warmth and fragrance, very happy.
Ah Fu said: "Bah!"
Yun Yifeng asked: "Listen to the accent, isn't this person from Wangcheng?"
"I've never seen it before." Ah Fu looked disgusted, "Who knows where the nouveau riche came from."
"Buying a house and visiting a kiln, he seems to be a pleasure-seeker." Yun Yifeng said, "Is the old house of the pilgrimage scholar very popular?"
"Yeah." Ah Fu nodded, "It has been locked for the past few years. Recently, it was rumored that it was going to be sold, and many wealthy households flocked to it, and the bids were higher and higher, so the middlemen kept holding back. If you want to get more money, who knows, it will fall into the hands of that rascal."
Yun Yifeng waved to the disciple of Fengyumen, and ordered: "Follow that person just now, and find out what's going on."
Ah Fu was stunned: "Master Yunmen, what are you doing to find out what he is doing, is there a problem?"
"Yes." Yun Yifeng took him up to the tea house: "Buying a mansion and visiting Yihong Courtyard shows that he is a person who seeks pleasure, so why don't you buy yourself two new clothes? Obviously not because of frugality, so I Guess he was probably poor before, until today he suddenly got a huge sum of money from heaven, and he couldn't help but be so arrogant and arrogant."
"No wonder." Ah Fu thought about it for a while, then took another breath, "Heaven has sent a huge sum of money, so he is not a thief who seeks money and kills him?"
"That's why I asked someone to investigate." Yun Yifeng said, "Don't worry, look at that person's foolish appearance, if he is really a gangster, he might even brag and show off with his friends in Yihong Courtyard, and he can't hide his words."
Sure enough, before the two of them had finished their tea, the disciples of Fengyumen had already reported back and forth, saying that the man was Qian San, and he had just arrived in Wangcheng with a caravan this morning, and his trip seemed to be to go to the palace to present treasures.
Ah Fu's jaw would drop when he heard this: "Just that rascal, you still want to present treasures to the emperor?"
Yun Yifeng was also a little puzzled: "To offer a treasure, what treasure to offer?"
"I didn't go into details." The disciple said, "But it sounds like a rare commodity. He said that it is related to the fate of the Liang Dynasty. He also said that the emperor will be very happy and reward him with ten thousand taels of gold."
Ah Fu's mouth cramped: "Blow it and he will."
Yun Yifeng frowned slightly, the words "Daliang Guoyun" sounded... familiar.
After all, a few days ago, someone also carried gold to Fengyumen, saying that he was looking for Buddhist beads and relics that were related to the fate of the Great Liang.
"You go back first." Yun Yifeng made a decisive decision, and said to Ah Fu, "Tell the concubine, I have to meet a friend tonight, so I won't go home for dinner."
"What kind of friend—" Before Ah Fu could finish his sentence, Yun Yifeng had already got up and left the teahouse.
People in the rivers and lakes have good lightness skills, and they run like a gust of wind, and their backs are fleeting.
In Yihong Courtyard, Qian San was still drunk and dreaming, talking obscenely and profanely. It wasn't until late at night that I got up and put on my pants with weak legs and feet.
"Master, Master Qian." Sister Yao sat on the bed and said angrily, "It's almost dawn, and you don't have a tigress at home, what's the hurry?"
"I still have something to do tomorrow morning. I will take good care of you when I come out of the palace in two days." Qian San put on his clothes in a hurry, kissed her face several times, and then reluctantly left. The street was empty for a long time, Yun Yifeng followed him all the way, and finally entered a mansion in the west city. The carriages and horses in the courtyard looked like caravans, but there were many more guards, patrolling back and forth.
Yun Yifeng's figure is light and agile, like a piece of light white snow falling on the roof, silently.
"This Buddha bead relic is really so valuable?" There were two people chatting in the room, "It doesn't look very good, it's round."
"What do you know, Sha Lizi, this is the fortune of the nation, what treasure can be more valuable than the fortune of the nation?" Another person sighed, "You and my brothers are destined to get rich, and you will pick up such a big deal for nothing."
There was a mahogany box on the table, with a green light shining inside, it was the stolen Buddhist bead relic.
Yun Yifeng vaguely felt that things seemed not so good.
He beckoned two Fengyumen disciples to stay here, while he hurried back to the palace and pushed open the door of Wu Suosi's room: "Old Wu!"
"Let's go!" Wu Suosi's voice was crisp, and a carp stood up from the bed, leaning against the chicken coop and said in concern, "What else does the master want to eat?"
"I don't want to eat anything." Yun Yifeng said, "Go invite the old concubine to the front hall."
"What happened?" Seeing his worried expression, Wu Suosi didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly grabbed his clothes and put them on his body.
Yun Yifeng hesitated for a moment, and said, "I seem to have found the relic."
…
The servants rushed in one file at a time, and rearranged the brazier in the front hall. The old concubine was also surprised when Yun Yifeng finished talking about what she saw today: "The Buddha bead relic is in the king's city? Then what happened to the master that Zhou Ming said?"
Wu Suosi guessed: "Could it be that the other party wants to set up a trap to harm the prince in Wangxing City?"
"They want to lure Yanran to look at the Star City." The old concubine murmured, and walked around the room three or four times, her brows were furrowed, and after a while, a bright light suddenly flashed in her mind, and her face turned pale. ,"Oops!"