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Hot water was burning on the charcoal stove. Baihui skillfully picked up the clay pot with hot water and brewed tea. In an instant, the rich tea fragrance lingered, attracting the attention of many people.

Just the smell alone, you can guess that this is a good tea worth thousands of dollars!

The students couldn't help but start to salivate, and one of the blue-robed scholars asked curiously, "I wonder where these brothers are from?"

Xiao Yihan smiled and said, "Our brothers came from the capital. When they heard the name of the Yellow Crane Tower, they came to pay their respects."

"It turned out to be a visitor from afar!" The blue-robed scholar smiled and cupped his hands. "Our Jingzhou has a lot of scenic spots. Since the son is rare here, he has to have a good time here."

While talking, Baihui's tea had been brewed and distributed to several students. Because Baihui did not bring enough teacups, some students could only use their own teacups to hold the tea.

The blue-robed scholar was someone who knew tea. After smelling the tea intoxicatedly, he sighed, "This is the green cake Pu'er that has been around for more than 30 years?"

Although the 30-year-old Pu'er is not as good as the 50-year-old Pu'er tea cake, which is known as the gold in tea, it is already very precious.

Most of the scholars have thought of this, and some of them have developed a heart to make friends. This son from the royal capital seems to be from a powerful family. It should be beneficial to interact with each other. In the future, when they go to the capital to take the exam, Maybe you can have one more friend and one more care for this...

Whoever said that scholars are not listening to things outside the window. The purpose of most scholars reading is to hold the idea of ​​"learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family", and their minds are naturally active.

Xiao Yi smiled slightly and said, "Young master has good eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a lively noise coming from upstairs, the third floor.

Nangong Yue, Xiao Fei and Fu Yunhe all looked up curiously, and the students on the side exchanged glances with a smile.

"It seems that the four Xiongtai came to the Yellow Crane Tower for the first time, so they didn't know why." The blue-robed scholar explained with a smile, "I wonder if Xiongtai has ever heard the story of "Zhou Ying's Painting a Dragon"? "

Xiao Fei nodded and recited: "Zhou Ying, a native of Jiangning, Shan Danqing... I tried to paint it in the Yellow Crane Tower, and the price was 'one hundred taels'. There is someone who has a director..."

The story of "Zhou Ying's Painting of a Dragon" tells that a man named Zhou Ying was good at painting and was famous for his painting of dragons. Once, he hung his painting on the Yellow Crane Tower and marked it with a price of one hundred taels. At first, no one cared about it, until a Sisi saw the painting while viewing the scenery in the Yellow Crane Tower. He admired it very much and was willing to bid one hundred taels. After listening to it, Zhou Xian took the picture and presented it to Si Si, saying that it was a sword to give to a hero, and that he didn't want silver taels, but to observe the eyes of the world. After that, Zhou Ying became famous.

Nangong Yue thought for a moment and asked curiously, "Could it be that there are people upstairs who "paint dragons"?"

"That's right." The blue-robed scholar nodded with a smile, "Now, this is the most famous scene on the third floor of the Yellow Crane Tower. I also hung a few paintings and calligraphy upstairs. I don't know the four Can Xiongtai be interested in taking a look?"

Hearing this, Xiao Fei's eyes were already shining, and he couldn't wait.

Accompanied by the other students, Nangong Yue and his party stepped up to the third floor. The third floor is indeed very lively. At first glance, the walls are covered with paintings and calligraphy. Many literati and artisans gather there to watch, comment, and discuss...

Nangong Yue and his party looked at them one by one with great interest, and commented a few words from time to time.

Anyone can hang their own calligraphy and paintings here, so the works are naturally mixed, although there are occasional masterpieces, but none of them are eye-catching... Until they walked to a calligraphy, Xiao Fei's eyes suddenly lit up .

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

Poetry is good poetry, and words are good words!

Xiao Fei looked at the cursive script with burning eyes, and sighed: "The brush strokes are extremely powerful, and the brush strokes are unrestrained and luxurious, and the writing style is unrestrained and luxurious. "Happy! It's so refreshing!"

Xiao Fei looked down and saw that the price below the word was one thousand taels.

Nangong Yue also saw it, nodded and said, "This character is indeed worth a thousand taels!"

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

"Xiongtai is really insightful!" The blue-robed scholar and his friend looked at each other with a smile, and then said, "The person who wrote this cursive script went to Ye County to watch the sword dance in order to practice this cursive script. After watching it for three months, I felt the god of cursive script."

Hearing this, Fu Yunhe stroked his chin proudly: "I'll just say, no wonder I saw sword qi in this cursive script."

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

For a moment, everyone's eyes searched for the sound, and they saw that it was a scholar in a white robe, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome face and a hint of arrogance on the corner of his mouth. There were also four or five young students beside him, who looked like he was following him.

The blue-robed scholar frowned slightly and said, "Brother Yang, why did you say this?"

It seems that these young local students know each other.

Young Master Yang shook the folding fan in his hand and said, "I think a few of them were invited by the Yi family to raise their weight, right?" After speaking, he looked at the square-faced son on the right, "Brother Ye, Your calligraphy is also praised by the calligraphy teachers in the academy, what do you think?"

"Mr. Ye and Brother Yang have the same opinion." The young master Ye nodded in agreement, then pointed at the cursive script with his fan handle, shook his head and sighed, "One thousand taels?! Where is this calligraphy and painting worth one thousand taels?"

The blue-robed scholar's expression was even more ugly, and he said again: "Brother Yang, Brother Ye, this man has passed away, at least it's a classmate, please be careful!"

Nangong Yue and Xiao Fei couldn't help but glance at each other. Could it be that the person who wrote the words has died?

"Brother Wang, could it be that when Yi Jiangxiu died, he only needs to say some flattering words, and no one is allowed to tell the truth?" That Young Master Yang didn't give face, and snorted coldly.

Yi Jiangxiu? The name seems a little familiar...

Nangong Yue frowned, looked at the red seal on the lower left corner of the cursive script, and exchanged glances with Xiao Yi beside him.

Nangong Yue pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Each flower is in every eye, this cursive script may be worthless in the eyes of the young master, but in my eyes it is worth a thousand taels." After speaking, Nangong Yue looked at the The blue-robed scholar said, "Young Master Wang, today I will buy this painting and calligraphy for 1,000 taels. Would you like to ask Young Master Wang to help me transfer the silver taels?"

The prince's eyes widened in disbelief. Although he could see that these people were from extraordinary backgrounds, he didn't want to be so lavish that they were just a thousand taels of silver.

Young Master Yang's face was flushed with anger, he couldn't see that Nangong Yue and the others were clearly against him on purpose!

He looked up and down Nangong Yue, Xiao Yi and the others, and said disdainfully: "Humph! Just put it on! It's not the left pocket that goes into the right pocket!" He waved his arms, "Let's go!" And Ye Gongzi and several other students left again arrogantly.

Wang Gongzi shook his head helplessly: "Several young masters, don't take it too seriously, Brother Yang is a man who has no intentions!"

"Since Sheng Yu, why is Shengliang!" The Qingpao scholar curled his lips in disapproval, "He, he just thinks of himself as Zhou Yu!" After saying that, the Qingpao scholar looked at Nangongyue and the others, "Who wrote this calligraphy and painting? People are extremely intelligent when they are alive, and they are the number one name in our academy. Just now, Young Master Yang was the second in ten thousand years, so that he has developed a complex of 'you are born and you are born' over the years."

Wang Gongzi also seemed to be touched, looking at the calligraphy and painting and sighing: "Brother Yi is really a pity, I fell into Jingzhou Jieyuan at the age of fifteen, but died young, otherwise Jinke would definitely be nominated for the gold list! "

For a while, the surroundings were silent, and those young students all looked regretful.

Nangong Yue bowed to the crowd and said, "To be honest, I once had a relationship with Brother Yi in the capital."

Those scholars all looked surprised, and then suddenly realized that it was no wonder that this little boy was willing to buy this cursive script at a high price, presumably in order to stand up for the old man. It really is a man of temperament!

These people looked at Nangong Yue with a little more respect.

Wang Gongzi folded his fists and smiled: "This son turned out to be a friend of Brother Yi, but today is a fate!"

Nangong Yue smiled lightly, "It's just a one-sided relationship, and it's not easy for me to call myself Brother Yi's friend. But I really admire Brother Yi's talent and learning. I thought I would have a chance to see Brother Yi again when I came to Jingzhou this time. Talking about the past and the present, speak freely. I didn’t expect that Yin and Yang are separated, and there is no such opportunity again…”

She said a few words so that the eyes of the sensual young gentlemen were already gleaming with tears, and silently wiped the corners of their eyes with their cuffs.

Nangong Yue sighed and added, "Brother Wen, I'm afraid I don't know the news, I have to write a letter to inform him, so that he can come to Jingzhou to express condolences."

Brother Wen... Fu Yunhe blinked and looked at Nangong Yue strangely. Could it be that she was talking about her cousin Wen Yu? Or... just another person with the same last name?

At this time, Young Master Wang said with surprise: "Brother Wen? It turns out that Young Master also knows Brother Zicheng!"

"Zicheng?" Nangong Yue was stunned.

Prince Wang immediately explained with a smile: "Brother Wen Yu feels that his name is too feminine, and he always asks us to call him by his word 'Zicheng'."

"Speaking of which, we and Brother Zicheng haven't seen each other for a year." The Qingpao scholar said with emotion, "I dare to ask how Brother Zicheng is now?"

Just these two sentences revealed a lot of information to Nangong Yue and Xiao Yi.

On that day, Yi Jiangxiu didn't lie, he did know Wen Yu, and Wen Yu had been to Jingzhou. But why did Wen Yu pretend not to know Yi Jiangxiu?

Nangong Yue had more questions in her heart, she pressed them down temporarily, and said nonchalantly, "Brother Wen is now in the capital, and he started working in the Lifan Academy last year."

"Lifan Academy?"

Those sons all looked at each other, unable to hide their surprise. Since Wen Yu was working in the Academy of Li Fan last year, it means that he did not rely on the imperial examinations. Obviously, Wen Yutou's relatives are by no means ordinary relatives.

The Qingpao scholar hesitated and said, "Could it be that Brother Zicheng gave up the imperial examinations?... That would be a pity!"

"Yeah." Wang Gongzi also echoed, "Although Brother Zicheng's talent is slightly inferior to Brother Yi, he is also a young talent. Even if he doesn't get into kenke, there is great hope in three years..." Why is that? give up? Why did you give up so easily after ten years of hard study?

Furthermore, since Wen Yu's relatives could help him arrange errands in the Lifan Academy, they must have attached great importance to him, so why didn't they support him in taking the imperial examination?

This is not only the prince's doubts, but Fu Yunhe's heart is also incomprehensible.

When Wen Yu came to recognize her relatives, her grandmother was so happy that she also ordered people to check carefully:

Wen Yu grew up in a small town in the south, and read books for a few years in his childhood, but later, due to the poor family who adopted him, he dropped out of school early and lived a very poor life. The grandmother was reluctant to sigh because of this...

But now, listening to these young masters say this, it is not the case at all.

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

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

Nangong Yue pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked again, "Young Master Wang, I don't know how Brother Yi is... Obviously when I saw Brother Yi in the capital in early February, he was still very healthy!"

"Brother Yi was in the capital in February, when he got drunk and fell into the river..." The prince sighed and said regretfully, "Brother Yi has always been drinking moderately, and I don't know why he drank a few more glasses that day. Hey, if a few of us were also in the capital at the time, and Brother Yi hadn't been drunk alone by the river, such a tragedy would definitely not have happened..."

For a time, the students were all sighed.

On the other hand, Nangong Yue's expression was a little unsightly.

February?

According to the prince, it was obvious that after meeting Yi Jiangxiu that day, Yi Jiangxiu fell into the water and died. So, it's no wonder that Xiao Yi couldn't find out Yi Jiangxiu's whereabouts at first. It turns out that this person has long since passed away.

The issue is--

Is Yi Jiangxiu's death really an accident?

Nangong Yue froze in her heart, how can there be so many coincidences in this world...

At this moment, Fu Yunhe suddenly spoke up, his face was a little unnatural, and he asked, "I wonder if that Young Master Wen once left a calligraphy treasure on this Yellow Crane Tower?"

Wang Gongzi nodded, stretched out his hand to make a petition, and led Xiao Yi and his party to a painting and calligraphy. It was a landscape picture overlooking the Yangtze River from the Yellow Crane Tower. 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 handwriting seemed to be very familiar, and it was very likely that it was the handwriting of Wen Yu's cousin.

Seeing that he was fascinated, the prince asked with a smile, "Is Xiongtai like this calligraphy and painting by Brother Zicheng? Brother Zicheng entrusts this calligraphy and painting to me before leaving, how about giving it to Xiongtai today?"

Fu Yunhe was stunned for a while, and then bowed his hands to the prince with a smile, "Then the younger brother will thank the prince. Today, the younger brother will be the host. How about inviting a few brothers to drink?"

Those scholars did not shirk the blame either, and agreed. The group went to a nearby small restaurant for a drink. During the conversation, their mutual friends Yi Jiangxiu and Wen Yu were naturally mentioned from time to time.

Later, Fu Yunhe was almost uneasy.

If there is something wrong with Yu cousin, then what is he plotting?

The more Fu Yunhe thought about it, the more frightened he became. He couldn't help but glance at Xiao Yi and Nangong Yue, and thought to himself, "Did Big Brother and Big Sister-in-law also know something, otherwise, why did Big Brother and Sister-in-law keep guiding the prince to speak?"

Finally, after thirty days of drinking, Xiao Yi and his party said goodbye to several scholars, and Fu Yunhe couldn't wait to ask, "Big brother... What's going on?"

Nangong Yue looked at Xiao Yi, and then said, "Let me tell you... In February, Sister Fei and I met Master Wen in front of Jinyu Pavilion in the capital..." She kept the day's affairs simple. After speaking, he added, "I thought it was a bit strange at the time, Young Master Yi didn't look like he was admitting the wrong person."

Xiao Fei was next to him, and Nangong Yue naturally didn't mention that it was because Wen Yu had a deliberate pursuit of Xiao Fei and felt inappropriate. He just said vaguely: "... Later, your eldest brother asked someone to check that Yi Gongzi, and found that he has not rented back the yard for a long time. Until today..."

Xiao Yi nodded slightly. In fact, he later ordered people to continue to check Wen Yu, but at that time, most of his mind was still on how to get the emperor to agree to his return to the Southern Border. He really did not take Wen Yu too seriously. superior. It was just that when he came back, he had people continue to check, and as soon as there was news, he would pass a book to him. Never thought that there would be such a harvest in the Yellow Crane Tower.

The more Fu Yunhe listened, the more frightened he became. He couldn't help but think like Xiao Yi and Nangong Yue - Who is Wen Yu? ! If Young Master Yi's death was related to him, then why did he...

Fu Yunhe didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"No!" Fu Yunhe said immediately, "I have to write a letter to my grandmother quickly... I must ask her to check it out!"

Xiao Yi said in agreement: "I will write when I return to the station today. I will arrange for people to continue to investigate near Jingzhou... Let's see how Wen Yu got to Jingzhou and when he left. I think it should be able to Some gains."

Fu Yunhe said gratefully, "Thank you eldest brother."

Xiao Yi patted his shoulder and said nothing.

Fu Yunhe looked a little anxious, so they went back without delaying outside.

After entering the station, just before the small courtyard of the Tianzifang, I saw Zhu Xing waiting outside with a slightly strange expression. As soon as I saw them coming back, I hurriedly greeted them and said, "Master Shizi, Concubine Shizi..." As he spoke, he glanced at Nangong Yue, and then he lowered his voice and whispered, "...The eldest girl from Prince Qi's mansion is here. "

Han Qixia?

Several people looked at each other in surprise.

Why did Han Qixia come here?

Han Qixia was placed in the front room. When she pushed the door open, she seemed to hear a voice and looked up. She was surprised at first, but after that, tears kept streaming down her face.

"Sister Xia."

Nangong Yue gestured to Xiao Yi and Fu Yunhe and told them to leave for a while, then she and Xiao Fei walked in and closed the door again.

Nangong Yue walked up to Han Qixia, squatted down, and patted her shoulder gently.

After a while, Han Qixia finally stopped crying.

Xiao Fei poured a glass of water and handed it to her, Han Qixia took it and thanked her in a low voice.

Seeing that her mood had stabilized a little, Nangong Yue moved two round stools to sit beside her, and asked in a soft voice, "Sister Xia, why are you here? ... Are you here alone?"

Han Qixia's expression darkened, she took a deep breath and said, "I... Yue'er, on March 16, Han Qixia was already dead."

Nangong Yue was shocked, "Sister Xia, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Xiao Fei on the side was also surprised, looking at Han Qixia with uncertainty.

Han Qixia smiled self-deprecatingly, and said, "I...I threw myself into the lake on March 16th...the capital should all think I'm dead now." Her eyes showed a deep sadness, " My mother-in-law asked me to marry Kui Lang, but I don't want to."

"Your Majesty...do you want you to marry? But King Qi he..."

"No, Yue'er." Han Qixia shook her head and said, "It's not Uncle Huang, it's my mother-in-law... My mother-in-law took the initiative to ask to see Uncle Huang and send me out to marry."

how come? !

Although Nangong Yue knew that Princess Qi usually paid more attention to her direct son, the heir to Prince Qi, Han Qixia was also her only direct daughter! How could he push her into the fire pit with his own hands!

"I have no choice..."

Han Qixia sighed softly, her voice soft and slow, with a faint helplessness and a deep despair...