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The thick morning bell rang from the bell and drum tower of the Imperial College, and the sound of reading aloud was like a tide.

In the courtyard behind the Imperial College, Song Yu stood in front of the painting table in the peach blossom forest, outlining a picture of a beauty on the peach branch in front of him. Sometimes he kneaded the rice paper on the painting table into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to him. It was not that he was impatient, but that he was simply dissatisfied with the painting.

I don’t know which piece of paper I threw it, the paper ball accidentally hit the edge of the bamboo basket and bounced and fell under the peach tree.

The breeze rose quietly.

A snow-white hand appeared in the peach forest, picked up the paper ball and put it back into the bamboo basket.

Song Yu raised his eyes and there was a middle-aged man in front of him. His jaw was not bearded, his face was like a jade, but there was a constant sorrow between his eyebrows, and a little old look like a wind blowing candle out of thin air.

"Jia Yi, long time no see."

"Prince."

Jia Yi, wearing a white scholar's robe, stopped on the scroll under the peach branch, just glanced and turned away, and slowly walked into the teahouse.

Song Yu still painted the picture scroll until he was dissatisfied with stopping the pen again, then put down his brush, walked slowly into the teahouse, sat on the ground in front of Jia Yi, and tossed the tea set on the small stove.

Jia Yi was taciturn and just sat upright. Even if he sat in front of him, ordinary people would not feel the slightest breath as long as they did not look up and looked at him.

Song Yu was not surprised by this, because Jia Yi was a dead soldier trained by the Cui family in Youzhou since childhood. He was the most outstanding master among the clans. Just like the old Xiao beside Xu Buling, he could carry his master out of the sea of ​​blood with one person.

It’s a pity that things are impermanent. No matter how outstanding the guards and dead soldiers are, they can defend against people, but they cannot defend against the sky.

Jia Yi followed Empress Cui into the palace. Empress Cui had never been conspired by the palace maids who had been favored and power, but died of heart disease. Even if Jia Yi had the ability to be aware of heaven, what could he do?

Gulugulu—

The two men sat opposite each other in front of the small stove, and the tea gradually boiled, and white mist appeared.

Jia Yi looked at the teapot calmly and took a long time to take a breath, his voice was a little sharp:

"The prince called me to come, is there something important?"

Song Yu cooked tea carefully, as easy-going and elegant as ever: "Just reminiscing about the past."

Reminiscing the past refers to the exchanges between friends when recalling the past, but for Jia Yi, after the master's death, all kinds of past things were left without any meaningful things except for the unforgettable scars.

"From ancient times, those who have been called 'true gentlemen' are often villains. You and I are not friends."

"hehe……"

Song Yu was not angry about this offense: "A person's merits and demerits will be determined by future generations, and you and I don't need to worry about it. I invited you here today because I want to ask you to borrow something."

Jia Yi picked up the teacup, ignored the tea still hot, and took a sip: "What?"

Song Yu was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Ten years ago, the iron eagle flies deer, and King Su and the emperor's brother became estranged. They had long been together and had no past friendship."

Jia Yi looked plain: "As far as I know, the emperor has never expressed the idea of ​​reducing the vassal states."

Song Yu shook his head: "How can you guess the thoughts of a king of a country... Last winter, Prince Su went to Beijing and encountered a hiding place in the Weihe River. He survived and fled to Chang'an, but he locked a dragon Gu in his body... Do you know this person?"

Jia Yi recalled for a moment: "According to the oral account of his adoptive father, Prince Su was very skilled in martial arts, and he was always the best in the world, and his talent was far superior to me. But his personality was impulsive and bloodthirsty, and his sharpness was too strong and he could easily fail."

Song Yu nodded and sighed softly: "It was an evil dragon among people, but it was tied to the reins. The evil dragon is an evil dragon. It either breaks out of its cocoon and turns into a dragon, or falls into a sand, so how could it allow people to pull the rope and drive it? After Xu Buling entered the capital, he has been secretly pursuing the Dragon Lock Gu. He has been enduring for a year and can't find any clues, so he may have to take the risk."

Jia Yi frowned: "What does the prince mean?"

Song Yu sat on the ground with his knees, picked up the teacup and took a sip: "In the capital, I, the emperor brother, Xu You, were close to me like brothers, and I would be my nephew if I didn't want to be. Now I'm not in a desperate situation, how can I sit still and ignore me, as an uncle... I posted the news to him a few days ago, and I'm afraid I will find the documentary library soon and will enter the palace later."

Jia Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Song Yu carefully for a long time:

"Is the Dragon Lock Gu the Lord the Lord?"

"Yes, the evidence is ruined."

"Why don't you kill Xu Buling directly and kill the roots?"

"I didn't kill it at that time, and it was difficult to avoid suspicion when I arrived in Chang'an, so I couldn't kill it."

Jia Yi took a deep breath and was silent for a long time before looking at Song Yu:

"Prince, do you want to ask me what I borrow?"

Song Yu turned his head and looked at the portrait in the peach blossom forest, and sighed softly:

"Xiaowan is weak-hearted, but she is naturally stubborn. She stayed alone in the Nine Springs. I'm afraid she has been waiting at Naihe Bridge for several years. I haven't finished my work and can't go down to see her. I hope you can take a step first and continue to protect Xiaowan."

The cold wind was blowing, and the teahouse became quiet.

The long silence lasted for a long time, leaving only the 'puff' sound of tea churning.

I don’t know how long it took, but footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard, and the woman’s anxious shouting from far to near:

"Prince! Prince! Prince Xu is drunk and beat someone. Go and stop him. Don't mess with Master Xiao..."

Song Yu stood up, raised his hand and bowed to Jia Yi, then turned around and left the yard, followed Song Yufu to Wenquyuan.

It was not until Song Yu left that Jia Yi stood up and walked out of the teahouse.

The steps were silent and came to the painting table.

The scroll was hanging on the peach branch. The cardamom girl in a silk skirt was trotting in the forest where peach blossoms were blooming. She turned around and showed her face half of her face, with a little panic.

"Who are you... don't draw me...I'm angry..."

The lingering sound echoed in my ears, as if I had returned to the peach forest in Youzhou.

Jia Yi walked closer, raised his hand and gently touched the scroll, looked at Xu Danqing's signature in the lower left corner, and some memories surged into his mind...

Xu Danqing painted three paintings, one hanging in the imperial study and the other hanging here. The painting that Xu Danqing was most satisfied with was taken away by the Cui family at that time and gave it to the lady who was waiting for her to be a girl.

The lady didn't go out much and didn't care about external affairs. She didn't know how great the honor it was for the woman to draw by Xu Danqing. She just felt that the bad scholar hated her and drew her escape, and she even drew it so beautifully.

The lady wanted to burn this painting, but fortunately he had heard Xu Danqing's name and kept it after persuading her. The lady gave it to him casually.

He was a dead soldier, with no property or family, and had no fixed residence, so he buried the painting under the peach forest in Youzhou. Only he and the lady knew about it.

The lady should have lived in that peach forest all her life and was happy all her life. She only blamed the emperors and generals in this world for not caring about the idea of ​​a daughter's family...

Jia Yi looked at the picture in front of him and was silent for a long time. He whispered softly: "The emperor is not worthy of the lady, but he put the lady in a cage. He should go down to apologize to the lady himself..."
Chapter completed!