In the deep forest, the pines and cypresses are green, it is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, but there is no weed in Fu Su's tomb, it should be that someone comes to clean the tomb regularly.
Looking at the biography engraved on the tombstone, Fuli's mother was less than thirty years old when she died of illness, and it was the age when a woman was most youthful and vigorous, and she was never able to defeat the curse of "a beautiful woman with a poor life".
On the way down the mountain, the atmosphere was a little quiet. Standing beside Fu Li, Jiang Yan looked at his perfect heroic profile, and suddenly asked, "Isn't Lingtang beautiful?"
Unexpectedly, she just said that, Fu Li seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then said softly: "It is indeed beautiful. However, I don't remember her face very well, and I can only remember a little bit when I see the portrait occasionally."
"Life is short, life and death are life and death, you don't have to be sad." Jiang Yan patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and asked, "Why do you think of bringing me to see your mother at this time? Look, in a hurry, I didn't even prepare for the meeting ceremony."
"When you pass through the door, it's the best gift for her." Fu Li's face relaxed a lot, unlike before, he said slowly, "When you see my mother, let's count it as an engagement to me. If you dare to regret your marriage in the future, beware of my mother coming to you."
When he said this, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. As they walked forward, the dense overlapping branches and leaves gradually spread out above the two of them, and the sun shone down, casting a layer of warmth on his face.
"Don't scare me." Jiang Yan put her hands behind her back, looked at him and said, "Your mother has left the mortal body and transformed into a fairy. Even if she really came to me, she should be a fairy!"
Fu Li sneered: "You have a sweet mouth."
Walking out of the dense shade of trees, two horses are grazing on the winding path, the wild flowers are fragrant, and the outline of Yingtianfu City in the distance is clearly visible under the clear sky. Jiang Yan rolled her eyes, and suddenly leaned over to Fu Li's ear and said, "Is my mouth sweet? Haven't you already tasted it?"
The breeze came slowly, these words were as light as a feather passing through his heart, taking advantage of the moment when Fu Li was stunned, the perpetrator had already left quickly, and ran away with a smile.
? Responding to eating at the restaurant in Tianfu, it happened to be the time when the traffic on the street was the busiest. In the city, they were not allowed to ride horses unless they were on official business, so the two had to lead the horses on foot.
When passing by the restaurant, I happened to see four or five men in martial robes coming out of the building, all flushed and drunk, thinking about which gentle town to go to for entertainment. They didn't know which brothel was mentioned, they laughed and staggered onto the street, but when they looked up, they bumped into Fu Li and Jiang Yan walking towards them.
Seeing Fu Li, those people immediately sobered up from the wine, and they didn't dare to let out their breath. They stood staggeringly, clasped their fists together and said, "Lord Baihu!"
Fu Liben was arguing with Jiang Yan, but immediately stopped laughing when he heard the words, put on a serious and frosty face, subconsciously stood up straight with his saber in his hands, and asked with an 'um', "What are you doing?"
"Drink No, the subordinates are preparing to go to the school field for practice!" The man who was still clamoring for "drunk and gentle country" said sincerely.
"Very good." Fu Li looked at the drunken faces of the few people and ordered coldly, "Then quickly go back to the house to practice, and let Zhang You watch over the time for you. You are not allowed to leave the house for half a step before the two hours of practice are over. .¡±
"Yes!" Everyone answered honestly, and stood by the road again, bowing and clasping fists to send Fu away.
The scent of shortbread floated in the air, Jiang Yan winked behind her and asked, "Hey, is that your subordinate?"
There were so many people on the road, and Jiang Yan stumbled while leading the horses, Fu Li took the reins from her palm, and each of them led the two horses with an 'um' sound.
"Can't tell, they are quite afraid of you." Jiang Yan laughed again to herself, "You know what, Fu Li, just now you suddenly lowered your serious face, and you are more and more similar to Cen Siye .¡±
With a icy smile on Fu Li's face, he looked at the crowd in front of him, and said in a slow tone: "I'm still young, if I don't have prestige, they won't accept discipline, and it will be difficult to do things."
He spoke calmly, but for some reason, Jiang Yan tasted a bit of weather-beaten heaviness. She couldn't help slowing down, scratching her temples and asking, "You must have suffered a lot when you first joined Jinyiwei?"
There was obvious worry in her tone, and that soft love was enough to heal all pain. Fu Li glanced at her and said calmly, "It's all over."
Jiang Yan also smiled, nodded to herself and said: "Well, it's all over. If you are an official in the same dynasty in the future, I will have to rely more on Mr. Fu!"
"Then you have to be careful." Fu Li said, "If you are obedient, I will cover you; if you are disobedient, I will arrest you and lynch you for interrogation."
Hearing this, Jiang Yan laughed out loud, and had no worries for a day.
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She reacted almost instinctively and stood out against the eyes of everyone. Seeing the people beside her kneeling down like a mountain, she felt complicated for a moment, as if she was in a dream
Tanhualang? Why this location?
Tanhua Tanhua, although the name sounds nice, but neither talent nor career can compare to the number one scholar and the second place in the list. Few of them can make it to the top. Even if they receive official titles, they are document editors and historians. Compiling the national history books in obscurity It really fulfilled the prophecy of my father's "knife and pen official" at the end of the year.
Jiang Yan had no intention of listening to who was the No. 2 and No. 3 biography. After the four prostrations, the ceremonies and music were played, and the deacon posted the yellow list outside the palace gate, and the emperor left without saying a word. On that day, the Gongsheng students went out of the palace to watch the list, and the top three went out of the palace to return to the ranking accompanied by officials from the Ministry of Rites.
Most court officials greeted the No. 1 scholar Tan Hua Lang, most of them deliberately chose a good son-in-law to marry, and the No. 2 man was already married, so he was not in the ranks; Jiang Yan had a special status, so naturally he could not get married, but the young and unmarried No. 1 Lang Cheng Wen became a favorite, The court officials who paid homage and congratulations came one after another.
Jiang Yan had no time to take care of Cheng Wen, so she left the palace early and returned to her small courtyard.
It was deserted in front of the door, except for the congratulatory classmates sent by the Imperial College and the congratulatory gifts from Ruan Shangshu's residence, there were no other guests. But that's fine too, the person Jiang Yan most wants to see and the most congratulations at the moment belong to Fu Li.
But holding the wine jar from sunset to dark, Fu Li still never came back.
The moon was in the middle of the sky, Xingzi was silent, and the air was already damp and cool. It seemed that Fu Li would not come back tonight.
The moonlight shrouded it like a light veil, and fell on an apricot blossom wine jar on the stone table in the courtyard, illuminating a line of small characters on the jar: Bury the apricot blossom wine alone, waiting for one to return.
There is no returning home, only the long night, ironing my mind.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Yan was wearing a thin spring shirt, leaning against the moonlit window and combing her hair. She was looking at the bright moon slanting in the west in a daze, when she suddenly heard a rustling sound on the corrugated roof, but she still couldn't distinguish the sound. Where did the sound come from? Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the eaves and landed in her courtyard.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
The black figure was obviously injured. When he got up, he staggered and hit the stone table with his back.
Bad guy? !
Jiang Yan got up abruptly, subconsciously went to close the window, and just opened her mouth and shouted: "Come on¡ª" The black shadow had already leaned on him, covering his mouth tightly.
The smell of blood at the tip of the nose became stronger, mixed with the aroma of wine, forming a strange smell. The masked shadow's eyes were as cold as ice, panting and said in a hoarse voice: "It's me, don't make a sound!"
Familiar eyes, familiar voice, the terrifying smell of blood Jiang Yan's pupils shrunk, and she froze by the window, only her heart was sharp and stinging, pounding against her chest.
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(Note: Some of the rules and procedures of the Chuanlu part in the article are based on historical data, and some are fabricated by the author, so don¡¯t take it seriously~)
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