Chapter 1066： 373 Alarm

Hot water was burning on the charcoal stove. Bai Hui skillfully picked up the clay pot filled with hot water and brewed tea. Instantly, the strong tea fragrance dazzled and attracted the attention of many people.

This scent alone can guess that this is a good tea worth thousands of dollars!

The students could not help but start salivation, and one of the students in the blue robe asked curiously: "I don't know where the brothers and Taiwan are?"

Xiao Yihan said with a smile: "Some of our brothers came from Wangdu. When they heard the name of Huanghelou, they came to admire it."

"It turned out to be a long-distance visitor!" Scholar Lanpao smiled and arched his hand. "We have a lot of scenic spots in Quzhou. Since the son is rare, we have to have a good time here."

During the talk, Bai Hui's tea was already brewed and distributed to several students, because Bai Hui did not have enough tea cups, and some students could only use their own tea cups for tea.

The scholar in blue robes knew tea, and after intoxicatingly smelling the scent of tea, he sighed, "Is this a green cake Pu'er for over thirty years?"

Although Pu'er, which has been stored for 30 years, is not as good as 50-year-old Pu'er tea cakes, it is known as gold in tea, but it is also very expensive. The family is a little thin, and people who have no way of doing it are afraid they can't get it.

Most of the scholars thought of this, and some people developed a heart of friendship. This is the son of Wang Du, who is also from the wealthy family. It should be good and bad for them to communicate with each other in the future. Maybe one more friend, one more to take care of ...

Whoever said that the readers were blind to the outside world, most of the readers read books with the idea of ​​"learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's house".

Xiao Yi smiled slightly and said, "My son has a good vision ..."

He didn't stop talking, but listening to the upstairs, that is, the third floor, there was a lively noise.

Nangong Yu, Xiao Yu and Fu Yunhe all looked up curiously, and the students on the side saw a smile and exchanged a look.

"It seems that the four brothers came to Huanghelou for the first time, so they didn't know why." Or the blue robe scholar explained with a smile, "I wonder if brother Tai has ever heard the story of" Zhou Yi Painting Dragon "? "

Xiao Zheng nodded his head and recited: "Zhou Zheng, Jiang Ning people, Shan Danqing ... Taste the picture you have painted in Huanghelou, and the price is‘ One Hundred and Two ’. There is someone who is a sibling ...”

The story of "Zhou Huan Painting Dragon" tells that a man named Zhou Huan is good at drawing and is famous for painting dragons. Once he hung his paintings on the Yellow Crane Tower and marked them with a price of one hundred and two. At first, no one asked for it, and it was very much appreciated when a prince saw the painting in Huanghelou, and he was willing to bid a hundred or two. After hearing this, Zhou Xuan rolled up the picture and gave it to Naji, saying that it was a sword given to a hero, and that he didn't want Silver Two, but to observe the eyes of the world. Zhou Zheng became famous afterwards.

Nangong Min was agitated, and asked curiously, "Are there all those" painting dragons "upstairs?"

"Yes." The scholar in blue robe smiled and nodded. "Now, this is the most famous" view "on the third floor of the Yellow Crane Tower. A few people also hung up some calligraphy and paintings upstairs. Is Xiongtai interested in watching? "

Hearing here, Xiao Yan already had his eyes shining, and he couldn't wait.

Accompanied by those students, Nangong Chen and his party went up to the third floor. The third floor was really lively. At first glance, the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings. Many literati, writers and artisans gathered there, watching, commenting, discussing ...

Nangong Yu and his team looked at the past with interest, commenting from time to time.

Anyone here can hang up their own calligraphy and paintings, so the works are naturally good and bad. Although there are occasional good works, they are not visible ... until they come to a calligraphy, Xiao Yan suddenly shines his eyes. .

It was a bold cursive script with an ancient poem copied on it.

Poetry is good poetry, and words are also good words!

Xiao Yan looked at the cursive book with a burning gaze, and sighed, "The pen is powerful and down, the style is bold and unrestrained, and it is a risk of flying away from the eaves!" Then, she couldn't help but praise her, "Happy! It's so sweet!"

Xiao Yan looked down and saw that the price under that word was 1,000.

Nangong Yu also saw it, nodded and echoed: "This word is indeed worth two thousand!"

Fu Yunhe also watched for a while, and said, "Although I don't know much about calligraphy, this word does have some meaning, as if dancing sword ..."

"Xiaotai really has a vision!" Scholar Lanpao and his friend looked at each other with a smile, and then said, "The person who wrote this cursive script went to Shexian County to watch the sword dance in order to practice this cursive script. After watching March for a long time, I felt the **** of cursive script. "

When Fu Yunhe heard it, he touched his chin with some pride: "I said, no wonder I saw sword qi in this cursive writing."

"Pretend!" A cold, arrogant voice interjected suddenly.

For a moment, everyone's eyes looked in search of the past, and saw that it was a scholar in a moon-white robe, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a clear face and a touch of pride in his mouth. He was also surrounded by four or five young students, looking like a horse.

The scholar in blue robe frowned slightly and said, "Why did Brother Yang make this statement?"

It seems that these young local students know each other.

Yang Gongzi shook the folding fan in his hand and said, "I see how many of them are invited by the Yi family to raise their own value?" Then, he looked at a square-faced son on the right, "Brother Ye, Your calligraphy is praised by the calligraphy teacher in the academy. What do you think? "

"Ye and Ye have the same view." Ye Gongzi bowed his head in concurrence, then pointed at the cursive script with a fan handle, shook his head and sighed, "One thousand two ?! Where is this calligraphy worth one thousand two?"

The scholar in blue robes looked even more ugly, and said, "Brother Yang, Ye Brother, the Sri Lankans are dead. Anyway, it is a classmate, please be careful!"

Nangong Yu and Xiao Yu could not help but glance at each other. Could it be that the person who wrote was dead?

"Brother Wang, is it that Yi Jiangxiu is dead, he just needs to say some beautiful words, and no one is allowed to tell the truth?" Yang Gongzi did not give his face a sigh of coldness.

Yi Jiangxiu? The name seems familiar ...

Nangong frowned, looked at the red seal on the lower left corner of the cursive script, and exchanged a look with Xiao Yi on the side.

Nangong Yu groaned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Every flower is in each eye, this cursive script may be worthless in the eyes of the son, but in my eyes it is worth a thousand and two." Then, Nangong Yu looked at that The scholar in blue robe said, "Wang son, today I will buy a thousand and two to buy this calligraphy and painting. Would you please ask Wang son to transfer the silver for me?"

Prince Wang narrowed his eyes in disbelief. Although he could see that these people were of extraordinary origins, he didn't want to take such a generous shot. It was just a thousand silver.

Yang Gongzi was flushed with anger, where he couldn't see Nangong 玥 They clearly opposed him intentionally!

He looked up at Nangong Yu and Xiao Yi up and down, and said disdainfully, "Hum! Just install it! It's not the left pocket into the right pocket!" Then he waved his arm, "Let's go!" He just And Ye Yezi and several other students walked away with high spirits.

Prince Wang shook his head helplessly: "Several sons, don't take it too seriously, Brother Yang has no intention!"

"Ji Shengyu He Shengliang!" The Qingpao scholar on the other side shrugged his lips in disapproval, "He, is he as Zhou Yu!" Then, the Qingpao scholar looked at Nangong and asked them, "Write this calligraphy When he was alive, he was extremely intelligent, but he was the first name in our academy. Just now that Yang Gongzi was the second in ten thousand years, so that he has had a complex of "Yang Sheng Yu He Sheng Liang" over the years. "

Wang Gongzi also touched and looked at the calligraphy and sighed: "It's a shame Brother Yi, when I was fifteen years old, I died in Yingzhou, but he died early, otherwise this department will definitely be nominated for the gold list! "

For a while, there was silence all around, and those young students were all regretful.

Nan Gongxi yelled at the crowd: "It's true, I once had a relationship with Brother Yi in Wangdu."

The scholars were all surprised, and then suddenly realized that it was no wonder that this little boy was willing to buy this cursive book at a high price, presumably to be a protagonist. It really is a temperament!

These people looked a little more respectfully at Nangong Yu.

Wang Gongzi hugged his fists and laughed: "This guy is a friend of Brother Yi, but today he is destined!"

Nangong smiled lightly, "It's just one side, and I don't really claim to be a friend of Brother Yi. But I really admire Brother Yi's talents. I thought I could have a chance to see Brother Yi this time in Luzhou. Talk about the ancients and the present, speak freely. I never expected that there would be no such opportunity ... "

She said in a few words that the eyes of several sensuous sons were already flashing with tears, and the corners of the eyes were wiped silently.

Nangong sighed and said, "I'm afraid Brother Wen doesn't know the news yet. I have to write a letter to inform him, so that he can come to Shengzhou to condolence."

Brother Wen ... Fu Yunhe blinked and looked strangely at Nangong Yuan. Did she mean her cousin Wen Yu? Or ... just another person with the same last name?

At this moment, the son-in-law said with surprise: "Brother Wen? It turns out that the son also knows Brother Zicheng!"

"Zicheng?" Nangong froze.

Wang Gongzi immediately explained with a smile: "Brother Wen Yu feels that his name is too feminine, and we always let us call him by his word" Zicheng "."

"Speaking of which we haven't seen Brother Zicheng for a year," said Qingpao scholar with emotion, "Dare to ask Brother Zicheng now?"

Just these two sentences, for Nangong Yu and Xiao Yi, have revealed a lot of information.

On that day, Yi Jiangxiu did not lie. He did know Wen Yu, and Wen Yu had been to Luzhou. But why did Wen Yu pretend not to know Yi Jiangxiu?

More questions emerged from Nangong's heart, and she temporarily pressed them down, saying casually: "Brother Wen is now a relative in Wangdu, and began to work in Lifanyuan last year."

"Li Fan Yuan?"

Those sons and daughters looked at each other in surprise. Since Wen Yu worked in the Lifan Academy last year, it means that he is not using the imperial examination scheme. If he is not relying on the imperial examination system, he is relying on referrals. Obviously, Wen Yutou's relatives are by no means ordinary relatives.

Scholar Qingpao hesitated, "Did Zicheng Brother give up the imperial examination? ... That's too bad!"

"Yeah." Wang Gongzi also echoed, "Although Zicheng Brother's talents are slightly worse than Yi Brothers, but they are also young talents, even if they are not in this department, they are very promising after three years ..." Did you give up? Why did you give up so easily after ten years of hard reading?

Furthermore, since Wen Yu's relatives can help him arrange errands at the Li Fanyuan, he must also attach great importance to him. Why not support him in the correct way of imperial examinations?

This is not only the doubt of Wang Gongzi, but Fu Yunhe's heart also can't figure it out.

When Wen Yu came to confess her relatives, while her grandmother was happy, she also ordered people to visit carefully:

Wen Yu grew up in a small town in the south, and read a few years as a child, but later, due to the fall of his adoptive family, he dropped out of school early and lived a very poor life. Grandma couldn't bear to sigh for it ...

But now, listening to these boys, it's not the case at all.

Wen Yu is not only intelligent, but also talented in imperial examinations?

Is Wen Yu in their mouths his cousin "Wen Yu"?

Nangong groaned for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Wang Dengzi, I don't know how Brother Yi ... When I saw Brother Yi in the king in early February, he was very healthy!"

"Brother Yi was in February when he was in the capital, drunk and fell into the river ..." Wang Gongzi sighed, regretfully authentically, "Brother Yi has always been drinking moderately, and I do n’t know how he would have a few more drinks that day . Hey, if some of us were also in the capital at the time, Brother Yi had never been drunk by the river alone, such a tragedy would certainly not have happened ... "

For a while, the students were groaning.

However, Nangong's complexion is not very good-looking.

February?

According to the protagonist of the prince, it was clear that not long after he had seen Yi Jiangxiu that day, Yi Jiangxiu fell into the water and died. In this way, it is no wonder that Xiao Yi couldn't find Yi Jiangxiu's whereabouts at first. It turns out that this person has long since died.

The issue is--

Was Yi Jiangxiu's death really an accident?

Nangong stunned in his heart, how could there be so many coincidences in this world ...

At this moment, Fu Yunhe suddenly spoke, his face was a bit unnatural, and asked, "I wonder if the man-in-law had left Mo Bao on this Yellow Crane Tower?"

Wang Gongzi nodded his head, reached out for an invitation, and brought Xiao Yi and his party to a calligraphy painting. It was a landscape picture overlooking the Yangtze River from the Yellow Crane Tower. It was imposing, with a seal next to the poem. Name: Wenzi City.

Fu Yunhe stared at the inscription on the calligraphy and painting for a long time. Although he was not 100% sure, the writing seemed to be very familiar, most likely the writing of Wen Yu's cousin.

Seeing him seeing God, Wang Gongzi asked with a smile: "Xiongtai likes the calligraphy of Zicheng Xiong? Brother Xicheng entrusts this painting to me before leaving, how about giving it to Xiongtai today?"

Fu Yunhe froze for a moment, then arched his hand toward the Prince with a smile. "The younger brother would like to thank Brother Wang. Today, the younger brother will be the owner. How about some brothers to drink?"

The scholars didn't shy away either, so they should leave. Everyone waited and went to a nearby restaurant to drink. In conversation, their common friends Yi Jiangxiu and Wen Yu were mentioned from time to time.

Later, Fu Yunhe was almost a little restless.

If there is a problem with cousin Yu, what is he trying to do?

Fu Yunhe became more and more shocked. He couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yi and Nangong Ai, thinking: Did the elder brother and aunt also know something? Otherwise, why has Ai A just been guiding the Prince to speak?

After a lot of wine, Xiao Yi and his party said goodbye to several scholars. Fu Yunhe couldn't wait to ask, "Brother ... what's going on?"

Nan Gongyi looked at Xiao Yi, and then said, "Let's talk about it ... In February, my sister and I met Wen Gongzi in front of Jinyu Pavilion in Wangdu ..." She made things simple that day Having said that, she said, "I felt a little weird at the time, and Yi Gongzi didn't seem to recognize the wrong person."

Xiao Yan was right next to him, and Nangong Yu naturally didn't mention himself because Wen Yu felt unsatisfactory because of his deliberate pursuit of Xiao Yan. Just vaguely said: "... Later, your elder brother asked someone to check that Yigong and found that he had not returned to the yard for a long time. To this day ..."

Xiao Yi slightly bowed his head. In fact, he later ordered people to continue to check Wenyu, but at that time, most of his mind was still how the emperor agreed to let him return to southern Xinjiang. For Wenyu, he did not take it too seriously. on. When he came back, he still kept checking, and as soon as he got the news, he passed the book to him. I never expected that there would be such a gain in the Yellow Crane Tower.

Fu Yunhe became more and more shocked the more he heard, he couldn't help but have the same idea as Xiao Yi and Nangong Yan-who is Wen Yu? !! If Yi Gongzi's death is related to him, then why ...

Fu Yunhe dare not think about it anymore.

"No!" Fu Yunhe said immediately, "I'm going to write a letter and go back to my grandmother ... I'll let her look it up!"

Xiao Yi said in approval: "I will write back to the post today. I will arrange for the manpower to continue to investigate near Luzhou ... See how Wen Yu arrived in Luzhou then and when he left. I think I should know how much Some gain. "

Fu Yunhe was grateful: "Thank you Brother."

Xiao Yi patted his shoulder and said nothing.

There was some anxiety in Fu Yunhe's expression, so they didn't delay much outside and went straight back.

After entering the station, when I arrived at the small courtyard of Tianzifang, I saw Zhu Xing waiting outside, with a slightly strange expression. As soon as they saw them coming back, they hurriedly greeted them and said, "Sir son, concubine ..." After talking, he also glanced at Nangong Ling, and then quietly said, "... The big girl from Qi Wangfu came. "

Han Qixia?

The couple looked at each other with surprise.

Why did Han Qixia come here?

Han Qixia was settled in the atrium. When she opened the door, she seemed to hear a voice and looked up. Her face was pleasantly surprised, but she followed, tears streaming down.

"Sister Xia."

Nan Gongxi gestured to Xiao Yi and Fu Yunhe, asking them to leave for a while, then entered with Xiao Qi and closed the door again.

Nangong Nang walked up to Han Qixia, squatted down, and patted her with her shoulders.

After a while, Han Qixia finally stopped crying.

Xiao Yan poured a glass of clear water and handed it to her, Han Qixia took it, and thanked her in a soft voice.

After seeing her mood stabilizing a little, Nangong Yan moved two round stools to sit next to her, softened her voice and asked, "Sister Xia, why are you here? ... Are you alone?"

As soon as Han Qixia's expression was dark, she took a deep breath and said, "I ... 玥 儿, March 16th, Han Qixia is dead."

Nangong yelled, "Sister Xia, what are you talking about ?!"

Xiao Yan, who was on the side, was also shocked and looked at Han Qixia in amazement.

Han Qixia laughed at herself and said, "I ... I cast a lake on March 16th ... Wang Duxia and Xingdu should now think I'm dead." A deep sadness appeared in her eyes, " My mother-in-law asked me to marry Kui Lang. I don't want to marry. "

"The emperor ... want you to go and kiss? But Qi Wang he ..."

"No, sir." Han Qixia shook her head and said, "It's not Uncle Huang, it's my mother-in-law ... My mother-in-law went to see Uncle Huang and took me out for a kiss."

how come? !!

Although Nangong Yu knows that Princess Qi always pays more attention to her sister-in-law, King Qi Shi, Han Qixia is also her only sister-in-law! How could you push her into the fire pit yourself?

"I can't help it ..."

Han Qixia sighed softly and gently, with a touch of helplessness and a deep despair ...