The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 190: Yan Beixi’s invitation

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"What then?"

Su Su looked at Fu Xiaoguan in shock, "There's nothing more to come, they are both dead."

"No, I mean where has the killer gone?"

"Oh, he went to that mountain. I didn't get close to that mountain because there were masters in that mountain."

Fu Xiaoguan was very surprised, "How do you know there are masters in that mountain?"

Su Su looked at Fu Xiaoguan like an idiot and pursed her lips, "I understand bird language."

"..."

Can we still have a pleasant chat now?

"You don't believe it?"

Of course Fu Xiaoguan didn't believe it. Su Su raised her eyebrows and continued to eat her candied haws, muttering: "I have many abilities, don't think that you are great just because you can write some poetry!"

Su Rou raised her head and looked at Fu Xiaoguan with her slender eyes, somewhat gloating, "Sixth Junior Sister really understands the language of birds."

"Then tell me what bird said to you?"

Susu giggled, "You are so stupid!"

Fu Xiaoguan suddenly felt that he was really stupid for asking this question. He touched his nose, walked to Tao Ran Pavilion and sat down, but then he heard Su Su say: "A little sparrow, it said that you can't go to that mountain, it's murderous. Extremely heavy, run, run...so of course I ran."

I believe you ghost!

Su Jue also walked out at this moment. He straightened his hat and said sternly: "Sixth Junior Sister is right to do this. I have visited the Purple Mountain before, and there is indeed a master in it."

Fu Xiaoguan was startled. Since Su Jue said there are masters, there must be masters. Su Jue is much more reliable than Su Su.

"How high?"

"At least first-class, maybe even half-holy."

Well, this is indeed a bit high. "Then how tall are you?" Fu Xiaoguan looked at Su Jue and asked.

"Me? I'm very short."

Susu giggled again, her laughter was like a bell, crisp and sweet, very nice to hear.

"Wouldn't it be difficult to explore the Purple Mountain?"

"Unless you have His Majesty's handwriting, or you can go with His Majesty on the day of the Yu Dynasty Festival every year on the Ghost Festival, otherwise...only the master can avoid alerting the master."

This nonsense, it seems that this matter can only end here for the time being.

He is not a relative of the emperor, so of course he has no reason to ask His Majesty to write a letter to explore the royal cemetery. Instead, he would like to see if he has a chance to go in during the Ghost Festival.

Su Jue handed Fu Xiaoguan a note and said: "The investigation results of Confucius Temple are out, and there is nothing on it except the ruined temple."

Fu Xiaoguan took the note and looked at it, that’s not right. Last year, he and Dong Shulan were hiking on a rainy night, and they were indeed blocked by someone on the mountainside, but why was there nothing?

Could it be that that night was an accident?

But Lin Hong clearly said that Ji Linchun from Rouge Tower also went to Confucius Temple. Is this also a lie?

There is no way Lin Hong could lie to him about this matter, so what exactly is going on?

The note was written in quite detail: No signs of human activity were found in the Confucius Temple. The Taimiao Temple on the top of the mountain was covered with spider webs. The shrine inside was covered with thick dust. The golden body of the statue had long since peeled off. No signs were found in front of or behind the temple. It's a secret door, so no one has been here for a long time.

Fu Xiaoguan frowned, then, who was on the mountain that night? What was he doing on the mountain? Why did Ji Linchun visit the Confucius Temple?

……

As soon as the clues were answered, Fu Xiaoguan had nothing to do all day long, wandering the streets and alleys of Shangjing City, waiting for someone to assassinate him, but no fish took the bait. It seemed that those who originally wanted him dead had disappeared. , all hibernating in this cold winter.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month of the ninth year of the Xuan Li calendar, the weather was snowy and the sky was sunny.

Fu Xiaoguan was about to go out for a walk, but he didn't expect Yan Xiwen to come.

"Isn't it time for you to leave?"

"Yes, we will leave early tomorrow morning."

"Are you here to say goodbye to me?"

Yan Xiwen glared at Fu Xiaoguan, "You should be the one to say goodbye to me, okay?"

"Grandpa invites you to sit at his house."

Fu Xiaoguan was stunned, Yan Beixi?

Why did the Prime Minister invite me to do this?

I met the Prime Minister several times in court, but only communicated twice.

Once in the imperial study room to explain the disaster relief strategy, and the other time in the yamen of Zhongshu Province. Yan Beixi intended to help him, but was rejected by him.

"What's the matter?" Fu Xiaoguan asked in surprise.

"How do I know? Maybe it's because of the article "The Youth of the Yu Dynasty". Grandpa rewrote the article, framed it, and hung it in the nave of my house - I said you The boy is quite brave. This is the first time in all these years that grandpa has attached so much importance to an article."

Fu Xiaoguan touched his nose and said with a smile: "Have you put a stick of scented wax on that word "9 to 5"?

"Get out...!"

You can't have a good chat with this guy. Why do you think you are a saint?

The two of them took a carriage together and arrived at Yan Mansion. Fu Xiaoguan got off the carriage and stood still, looking around carefully.

This is Xilai Lane in the South District of Jinling. The alley is old and quiet. There is a huge archway at the entrance of the lane with the word "Xilai" written on it and a couplet on both sides:

The refreshing air comes from the west, and the clouds and mist sweep away the sorrow of the world

The great river goes eastward, and the waves wash away the worries of the past and present

Fu Xiaoguan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who wrote this?"

"The former great scholar Xiang Wenfeng."

"Oh...!" It seemed like I had heard this name before, as if this great scholar had poems and articles left on thousands of stone tablets.

The cards of Yan Mansion are more grand than Shi Mansion.

In front of the vermilion gate, two large white marble lions hold jade beads in their mouths to show off their power, and their pleats glow in the sun.

On the lintel, the two characters "Yanfu" are majestic with flying dragons and phoenixes dancing.

Two guards stood upright in front of the door. They were actually wearing bright armor and standing solemnly with long spears in their hands.

"Is this okay?"

"As a reward from the late emperor, the Yan Mansion can wear armor for 300 people."

Well, this is the only one in Shangjing, and Fu Xiaoguan can only envy him.

Pushing open the vermilion door, Yan Xiwen took Fu Xiaoguan in. He looked around again and felt very happy, because this mansion was not as big as his own!

This is a bit shameless. His Fu Mansion was the former Prince's Mansion and ranked among the top five in the huge Shangjing City. Naturally, this Prime Minister's Mansion cannot compare with it.

In fact, the prime minister's mansion is already very large, but Fu Xiaoguan followed Yan Xiwen and was unable to get a full view of it.

The house is very lively, maids and servants often pass by on the road, and laughter often comes from the courtyards on both sides. Yan Xiwen did not explain, he took Fu Xiaoguan through the door and alley, and walked into the depths of Yan Mansion.

It gradually became quiet, and then came to an exquisite courtyard.

In the meantime, the snow on the rockery has not melted, the lotus pond under the rockery has long been frozen, and several plum trees scattered in the courtyard are in full bloom. A pavilion is under the largest plum tree. In that pavilion Standing there was a delicate woman dressed in white.

She has long hair shawl, her eyes are flowing with semen, her face is smooth and jade-like, her words are not uttered, her aura is like orchid! (Note 1)

She is Yan Xiaolou, and she is standing in the pavilion at the moment. She stretched out a delicate hand, grabbed a plum that reached into the pavilion, and brought it to her.

The red plum blossoms, the white clothes, and the rosy face caught Fu Xiaoguan's eyes.

This little girl... is getting more and more beautiful!

Looking at Yan Xiwen again, well, the gap is quite big.

The two of them are cousins. It seems that Yan Xiaolou’s mother was also a lovely person.

Fu Xiaoguan withdrew his gaze. A gentleman is lustful and takes his money wisely. He has no thoughts about this daughter of the Yan family.

Yan Xiaolou in the pavilion also saw them at this moment. She let go of the plum branch, and the branch bounced open, scattering fine snowflakes. She walked over from the pavilion with a smile on her face, getting closer and closer, but her face was more beautiful than the plum blossoms.

"Hello, young master!"

Yan Xiaolou saluted Yingying, Fu Xiaoguan was stunned for a moment, and returned the salute with fists clasped, "Hello, girl!"

Then Yan Xiaolou lowered his head shyly and followed Fu Xiaoguan step by step, following Yan Xiwen into Wenyuexuan.

An old man was sitting in Wenyue Xuan, and an old man was standing behind him.

The old man sitting there is naturally Yan Beixi, and the old man standing behind Fu Xiaoguan has never seen him before, but the old man caught Fu Xiaoguan's attention.

Because the old man is carrying a knife!

A very long knife!

The old man kept his head lowered, as if he was dozing off, and never raised his head to look at them.

Yan Beixi put down the book in his hand and raised his head. His eyes fell on Fu Xiaoguan. After three breaths, he waved his hand calmly and said, "Sit down."

Fu Xiaoguan bowed and saluted, "Thank you Yanzai!"

Yan Xiwen and Yan Xiaolou also bowed to Yan Beixi. Yan Xiwen sat next to Fu Xiaoguan, while Yan Xiaolou sat down on the left side and took some water to make tea.

"I heard that you and Shulan are getting engaged?"

Fu Xiaoguan was slightly startled. You, the great prime minister, are actually paying attention to me, a little shrimp?

It is not surprising that Yan Beixi knew this. After all, he and Dong Shulan visited those relatives on the first day of the new year, and Yan Xiwen also visited Dong Shulan's third uncle's house.

"Well, I'll settle this matter first when my father comes to Beijing."

Yan Xiaolou’s hand twisting the pot trembled slightly, and Yan Beixi’s eyebrows jumped slightly. Yan Xiwen didn't have any reaction on his face, he just sighed in his heart.

"I invite you here today because I have some doubts in my heart and want to hear your opinion. As for the matter between you and Shulan... I think it may not be smooth sailing until the matter between you and the Ninth Princess is resolved. ”

Fu Xiaoguan thought about it carefully and realized that this sentence did not mean that Yan clan had any other thoughts about Shulan, but that the matter involved the Ninth Princess. In this order of hierarchy, even if His Majesty agreed to marry the Ninth Princess to Fu Xiaoguan, The Ninth Princess also has to be ranked before Dong Shulan.

Although Fu Xiaoguan has never thought that these two people have to be distinguished, in the eyes of others, this difference must be clearly understood.

Then... naturally, we can't propose marriage to the Dong Mansion first.

Why didn’t Dong Shangshu raise any objection at that time?

Fu Xiaoguan nodded slightly and said with a smile: "I didn't think about this matter. May I ask if Yan Zai has any doubts?"

Yan Beixi stroked his beard and asked, "I once planted a bunch of leeks in this yard, but due to neglect, the weeds became overgrown. It was difficult to tell which leek was which and which one was. They are weeds. I want to ask you...should we eradicate all the leeks and weeds and replant them, or should we spend more effort to remove the weeds?"

(Note 1: From Luo Shen Fu)