On the outskirts of Beijing, Zheliu Pavilion.
The mountains are full of flowers, and the willows are Yiyi. Unfortunately, there are only a few people from the pavilion. Among them, the old man's beard and hair are all white, and he is described as haggard. It is Zeng Guang who has just been released from the prison a few days ago.
With the support of his student Gu Shanlu, he faced the man in the wheelchair, and gave a trembling bow.
Fu Shen didn't stand sideways, and raised his hand to help him: "Mr. Zeng doesn't have to do this."
Zeng Guang said: "If it weren't for the righteousness of the adults, the old bones of Caomin would have rotted in the sky prison. I should thank you for your life-saving grace."
"But don't," Fu Shen said with a smile, "you auspicious people have their own good looks, and you have such a good student as Master Gu, this marquis is just lip service, it is the one in the family who really contributes, Fu Mou is not. Dare to take credit."
Fu Shen had heard about the Kuangshan Academy case long ago, and he also knew a thing or two about Zeng Guang. He became famous in the township as a prodigy when he was young. After the pilot test, he was released as a local official, but he was not allowed to be promoted due to the pressure of his boss. Zeng Guangxing was as fiery as fire, and he left with the crown on his head, returned to his hometown, and never set foot in the court hall again. He devoted himself to studying for many years, and his articles are famous all over the world, but his words are fierce, and they are often regarded as deviant. Last winter, Zeng Guang was convicted and jailed for "arbitrarily arguing about the court" and "deceiving the public" because of an article in "Xuemei'an Wencun", which was denounced by those who had a heart to do so.
Their Kuangshan faction has always been a lot of coaxing, and less practical. After Zeng Guang was imprisoned, hundreds of students scattered as birds and beasts, family and friends shunned them like snakes and scorpions, and only one Gu Shanlu ran for him to plead for him.
But Xu is Zeng Guang's life should not end, or there is God's will in the dark, his article suits Fu Shen's appetite, and Fu Shen has a certain impression of him. Then there was the Kuangshan Academy case, which coincided with the New Year's Eve of the old year, and it was delayed until this year. In the new year, and in time for the Longevity Festival, Fu Shen and Gu Shanlu had a conversation, and only then did they know that Zeng Guang was his teacher. Fu Shen already knew the truth about the Jin Yunfeng case back then, and was just trying to find a reason to tell Yan Xiaohan about it, when he happened to encounter the Kuangshan Academy case.
It would be no exaggeration to say that Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan were the nobles he had made. If it wasn't for these two who wanted to have fun, Mr. Zeng wouldn't know how long he would stay in prison.
After Yan Xiaohan agreed to Fu Shen, he planned to give Zeng Guang also a fake death escape. Who would have guessed that on the fourth day of the fourth lunar month, the capital suddenly fell heavily, and the city was covered in silver. Even Emperor Yuantai in the deep palace was alarmed.
Ever since he fainted on the Longevity Festival, Emperor Yuantai has been in a state of ill health. The court meeting was changed to once every three days, and the Yinghua Hall was the coordinator of state affairs. The Taiyuan Hospital has tried many ways to recuperate, but it has never improved. It was not until the heavy snow fell that everyone suddenly realized: Could it be that the emperor's act against the sky caused the heaven to warn him and make him reflect on himself
Not only the courtiers thought this way, but even Emperor Yuantai believed it himself. He dragged his sick body to the Taimiao Temple to worship in person. Yan Xiaohan struck while the iron was hot, and found a chance to bring up the case of Kuangshan Academy. As expected, Emperor Yuantai moved. Heart, the next day, I issued a decree to open my heart and give amnesty to the world.
Now that he has gone south with King Qi, Fu Shen specially came to see Zeng Guang, not only to say goodbye, but also to express his merit to him in front of this group of literati.
Gu Yushi's eyes were staring at the words "that one at home", and he pouted like a toothache.
"In any case, thanks to the Lord Hou and the adults who managed to save the teacher, the teacher was able to escape from death," he also bowed to Fu Shen, "The two are virtuous and righteous, and the lower officials will never forget, and they will repay each other with grassy titles. ."
Fu Shen joked: "Before leaving, Zhuojing heard that I was coming to say goodbye to Mr. Zeng, and he specifically asked me to convey that there is no need to knot the grass and hold a ring. He was content."
People in the world have always criticized Feilongwei and hated it, especially an old gentleman like Zeng Guang. He originally thought that it was Fu Shen who saw the injustice and fought with Feilongwei in many ways and battled wits and courage to save himself, but he never expected that the three words of Jingning Hou would not leave the court eagle and dog, and even attributed all the credit to He—how come out of prison, the sky has changed, and he is dedicated to goodness and does not kill. Is this still called Feilongwei
Gu Yushi saw it better than him, and seeing that the teacher was still in shock and confusion, he smiled helplessly at Fu Shen, and said, "Then please Lord Hou on behalf of my master and apprentice. Thank you Lord Yan for your help."
Seeing that he was very polite, Fu Shen nodded with satisfaction: "It's easy to say."
It was not early, Gu Shanlu helped Zeng Guang into the carriage, said goodbye to his teacher, and after watching him go away, he said goodbye to Fu Shen and rode back to the city. go.
The spring is just right, the wind carries the fragrance of warm and moist green grass, and the cold food is over, which is a good time for outing in the spring.
pity…
The flowers are in front of you, but the people who should be pitied are not in front of you.
Yan Xiaohan went to Jingchu, and Fu Shen was meaningless to stay alone in the capital, so he simply went to another village to recuperate. Yu Qiaoting and Xiao Wei had already brought people back to Beiyan. Right now, there were only a few general servants in the villa. He was happy to be at leisure, and was spending his days quietly, but that night, a hood suddenly stopped in front of the villa. carriage.
The curtain was lifted, revealing a large box. Under the light of the fire, there seemed to be a cold light of black iron flashing across the corner of the box.
A few days later, outside Jingzhou.
This place is about two days away from Jingzhou. King Qi and his party left Heshan Station early in the morning. They were originally scheduled to arrive at the next station that night. Unexpectedly, it rained heavily and the river swelled, submerging the original road. They had to change the route. As a result, the rain continued to fall. Big, almost to the point of being unable to move an inch.
The water was foggy, and the sound of rain filled the sky and the earth. They almost lost their way. Finally, they were lucky enough to find a broken temple in the countryside that could still keep out the wind and rain. Yan Xiaohan escorted King Qi, who looked like a chicken in soup, into the main hall. Seeing that the statue was in ruins, dust and spider webs were growing all over, but the house could hold up anyway, and he was relieved.
In the rain, the servants found half the broken door from the backyard as firewood, and started a fire.
With a fire and hot water, the panic of running away in the heavy rain gradually faded away. Yan Xiaohan methodically packed up his bags and dry food for the night, and arranged for a vigil. The figure standing in front of the door against the light was inexplicably reassuring. Although King Qi was a pampered royal descendant, he was quite able to endure hardship. After changing his wet clothes, he was still in the mood to hold hot water while approaching to observe the dusty statue.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaohan walked over and said, "Your Highness?"
"Master Yan," said King Qi, "do you know what god is worshipped in this temple?"
Yan Xiaohan squinted slightly to take a closer look, and could only tell that the mud-womb wood bun was high, and the eyebrows and eyes were trimmed. She seemed to be a fairy, and said humbly, "Please enlighten me, Your Highness."
"Most of the plaque at the door is damaged, but it can barely be distinguished," King Qi pointed to him, "It's 'Fan Xian'."
Yan Xiaohan also grew up in Buddhism. He had never heard of a "Brahma Immortal", so he couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of immortal is this?"
King Qi smiled: "'Fanxian' is another name for the fox fairy, and this temple is actually dedicated to the fox fairy."
Yan Xiaohan said in his heart that he would not make offerings to Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, but instead made offerings to these mountain spirits and wild monsters. He didn't feel panicked, but he said, "I thought that there was a fox fairy here, which led people to build temples and worship."
King Qi said: "The ancients said that 'without the fox charm, there is no village'. It is normal for the common people to worship the fox fairy. Since there is a fox fairy temple here, it must not be too far from the village."
Yan Xiaohan nodded and said to him, "Your Highness is the son of a true dragon, you should avoid the demons and spirits. You can just rest, don't worry."
Due to the miracle of heavy snowfall a few days ago, King Qi still believes in these supernatural myths, but looking at Yan Xiaohan's attitude, although he used this trick to persuade people to come here, he actually didn't believe it much. .
But it was this courage that made him feel that this broken temple was not so unbearable. Compared with a traitor who is barely a brother-in-law with him, ghosts and spirits are more terrifying.
Due to the torrential rain outside, it was almost evening and the sky was too dark to see. They brought enough dry food and drinking water, so they were not afraid of staying overnight. What Yan Xiaohan was most worried about was that there was a large lake not far from the temple. Although the Fox Fairy Temple was high, he was afraid that the rain would flood and flood in the middle of the night.
As he was in a trance, there was a sudden sound of water in the distance. It seemed that something was wading into the water. The sound was getting closer and closer. Yan Xiaohan listened intently. Sure enough, after a while, a figure wearing a bamboo hat appeared in the rain. They rushed towards the ruined temple where they were located.
In an instant, the man was in front of him, with a hat covering his face, wearing a long black coat with no pattern or decoration, with a long cloth bag on his back, which seemed to be wrapped with a sword, and a skinny horse under his crotch. , Wetly shouted at him: "Brother, the road is slippery in rainy days, so take advantage of your land for temporary shelter, thank you!"
With a "keng" sound, the saber came out of its scabbard and stopped in front of the horse with a flickering cold light. The man was so frightened that he quickly restrained the horse and almost fell. Yan Xiaohan's slightly indifferent voice was caught in the sound of the rain, and it was a little indistinguishable: "I'm sorry, I won't borrow it."
The man was stunned, and after a while he shouted in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"I said, let you go somewhere else," Yan Xiaohan said calmly, "There is no place for you to stay here."
King Qi is inside, who knows where this person came from, even if he drowned innocently outside, he cannot be let in.
The man tried to reason with him: "Brother, I'm also a fallen person from the end of the world. In this wild country, where do you want me to go to find a place to hide from the rain? Be lenient, I'll do nothing, just leave when the rain stops. . Or I can give you money... "
He made a gesture to touch the purse, but Yan Xiaohan was still inhumane and said, "No way."
"Why doesn't it make sense?" The man didn't pay any more money, and said angrily, "Is this temple built by your family? Or did the great immortal in the temple hire you as a watchdog? How much is your monthly salary, and I'll pay you twice as much? no!"
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
Hit by mistake, scolded to the point.
His eyes were slightly cold, his fingers clenched the handle of the knife, his wrist was pressed down, and the rain condensed into a stream-like silver line on the tip of the knife—