Three Hundred and One: Three Years of Langya (1)

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and everything is quiet.

Wei Ci held a weak candle in his right hand, and walked silently through the corridor.

The moonlight stretched his shadow to a long distance, and it was reflected on the door.

"Master?"

Wei Ci paused, and saw a figure sitting in front of him.

Mr. Yuan Jing tilted his head, raised his hand at Wei Ci to beckon, "Zi Xiao, come here as a teacher."

Seeing the cloak on Mr. Yuan Jing's shoulders, Wei Ci stepped forward and sat beside him, putting the lamp aside.

"How long has Master been waiting here?"

Wei Ci knew that Mr. Yuan Jing was waiting for him without asking.

"It's not important." Mr. Yuan Jing said lightly, with a faint smile, "Zixiao is not a reckless person. I listened to Youmo and Shaoyin for my teacher about today's evaluation. I beat people with a book case in public. , You wouldn’t even be able to do this when you were three or five years old.”

Wei Ci blushed slightly, and lowered his head to admit his mistake, "I know my mistake, so I ask Master to punish me."

Mr. Yuan Jing shook his head and asked him, "Why should you be punished? As a teacher, I don't think you did anything wrong. On the contrary, you played very well."

It's not that he beat someone to death, and the scholar's actions were indeed too much, who is not angry?

Mr. Yuan Jing said in a rambling manner, "I came here today as a teacher, not to reprimand you, but just to tell you, it doesn't matter if you are more casual. You are too serious and thoughtful, and you like to pretend to be serious when you have something to do." In your stomach, you hide it from everyone alone. To put it bluntly, if others are not the roundworms in your stomach, how can they know what you are thinking?"

Wei Ci remained silent, with his head down, wondering if he had listened.

Mr. Yuan Jing thumped his paralyzed leg with his hand, and said casually, "If you want to say something, say it."

"Teacher... dare not say."

Wei Ci had a lot to say, but he turned his mouth around and couldn't say anything.

Mr. Yuan Jing smiled, "Zi Xiao, there are many taboos among conspirators, one of which is not to judge others' intentions with your own heart. As a teacher, I know why you dare not say it, because from what you have seen, you have already had something in your heart." given the answer, so there is no need to say,

Is that so? "

Wei Ci remained silent.

Mr. Yuan Jing smiled helplessly, "As a teacher, I don't deny your ability to calculate people's hearts, but if you are alone, you may miscalculate."

Although Mr. Yuan Jing didn't name that person, Wei Ci had a tacit understanding with this teacher, and he knew everything in his heart.

"Only with a thorough understanding can we be able to make every decision." Mr. Yuan Jing pouted at Wei Ci and teased, "In the future, if you look down and see her, if you treat her with the prejudice of the past, I'm afraid it will be faster. .The past is passing away like a cloud of smoke, and you should also observe everything around you with a new attitude, and don't be blinded by the past. If you can't do this, you should lose or lose, and the loss will be even worse."

Wei Ci's expression finally changed, and he looked at Yuan Jing with a little shock and avoidance.

Mr. Yuan Jing smiled lowly, "The old man is old, but his eyes are not blind yet."

After a long time, Wei Ci broke the silence with a sound.

"Master, this disciple wants to leave for a few days."

Mr. Yuan Jing said, "Because you want to escape?"

Wei Ci shook his head and said with a wry smile, "If this disciple is so cowardly, unable to face the reality, and moved to Zhongzhao with his tribe early on, why bother to stay in Langya and come to Shangjing dryly? Meeting that disciple is really an accident. It's not that Tu'er can't accept it, it's just that seeing her in her teens, not only is she not firm in her heart, but a little confused, as if... Tu'er has never known her before."

Opening up the chatter box, Wei Ci, who has always been reticent, poured out his long-pressed thoughts in front of Yuan Jing like a child.

Mr. Yuan Jing always plays the role of listener.

He vaguely guessed Wei Ci's experience, but he never imagined that there are so many conflicts and pains squeezed in this child's heart.

"If you feel uncomfortable, leave for a while and clear your mind." Mr. Yuan Jing said.

Wei Ci shook his head and said, "Teacher is fine, Master doesn't need to worry too much. Looking at it now, many things are different, and people are also different, especially her... If the disciple continues to be bound by the memories of the past, I am afraid that I will live forever." Worse than before."

His goal is to leave his name in history, as an upright conspirator, not as an unbearable one.

Not to mention being ridiculed and criticized by later generations, it has become a stain on her body.

He once felt that the former caused him pain, but when the sword pierced his throat, he suddenly realized that the latter made him even more unacceptable.

Mr. Yuan Jing looked at Wei Ci for a long time, sighed and said, "It's best if you think so, get to know each other again, old people have new faces."

Wei Ci clenched his fists secretly, "I understand."

In another place, Liu She returned to Feng Mansion in a carriage with exhaustion all over her body.

The rankings of this evaluation had already been arranged. He copied a copy of the list, stored it in a letter folder, painted it with wax, and submitted it to the emperor.

Three days after the release of the rankings, Qionglin Banquet will be held after the release of the rankings. As the chief examiner, he will show up.

After that, it's basically nothing to do with him.

The courtyard of the guest room was brightly lit, and Liu She saw the maid beside her daughter, Taxue, waiting at the entrance of the courtyard with a lamp.

"Lanting didn't come back tonight?" He gathered his cloak to block the cold wind outside.

Seeing Liu She's return, Taxue showed joy and walked forward.

"Replying to the words of the master, I am waiting for you here according to the order of my lord."

Liu She frowned, and said seriously, "What does Lanting want from me?"

For this girl, Liu She has always attached great importance to it, and the other party must have important matters looking for him, so there must be no delay.

"Mr. Lang didn't say anything. He just asked the slave to tell the master that Mr. Lang is waiting in your room."

Liu She nodded as she walked, guessing in her mind what her daughter wanted from him.

When they arrived at the door, there was indeed a lamp lit in the room, and Jiang Pengji was perusing some books under the light of the candle.

"Father." Hearing the sound, Jiang Pengji looked up.

"I heard from Taxue that you have something to do with me?"

Liu She hurriedly closed the door to prevent the cold wind from blowing away the heat in the room.

"Father's official letter hasn't been handed in yet?" Jiang Pengji asked.

"Of course not yet, I plan to hand it over after the Qionglin banquet." Liu She sat across from Jiang Pengji, and saw that what she was holding in her hand turned out to be a map of Kun, "Does Lanting have any good suggestions?"

"Father wants to be a rich man, but my son is not filial, so I dare to ask my father to work hard for a while."

Liu She raised her eyebrows, "Don't hand me the booklet?"

Jiang Pengji shook her head and said in a low voice, "That's not the case, I want my father to try his best to win Chongzhou."

Chongzhou?

Liu She changed her mind and understood a little, "Take the opportunity to station troops?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Not only that, but also several other purposes."