Chapter 3: Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not love 3

"Lord Han seems to be sad today. Is it so reluctant to drink with Xiao Wang?"

When he woke up, Han Ruxu hurriedly knelt down: "There is no such thing. Your Highness, don't misunderstand!"

The prince laughed and said, "Get up. If I don't scare you, you won't come back. Recently, there has been a headache in the Dali Temple? Even you have a sad face."

Han Ruqi got up with embarrassment: "It's the fire case of Mr. Chen mentioned to Your Highness not long ago. So far, the truth has not been found out. He is incompetent. He can only watch Lord Ming and all the adults worry and have nowhere to do."

"Well, Mr. Chen, although it's cruel to say so, his wife died quite well." The prince filled the two wine glasses and did it himself first.

"How to say this?"

"Chen Yuanwai used to be a subordinate of the King of Yan. After leaving the court, he also made a lot of money from the silk business. When such a thing happened, the recently restless King of Yan can only calm down, right?" The implication is that if the case has not been solved for a day, and the Dali Temple is deeply researched, it is likely to detect the collusion behind the Yan royal party, which will be very bad.

The king of Yan was the eldest son of Emperor Xuanping. In those years, he was highly expected. However, today's prince was talented. At the age of six, he blurted out that he was familiar with military books at the age of ten. The eldest son of the emperor finally failed to sit on the throne of the prince and only got a nominal title of King Yan.

The glass was filled with wine again. The prince smiled and said, "It's rare that you have time to drink with Xiao Wang. Let go of those troubles for the time being. Come on, do it!"

Han Ru listened to what he had just said and seemed to have caught something. He was still thinking about it but was interrupted by the persuasion. He had to raise his glass sullenly and act as relaxed, but he was always unable to let go of the elusive subtlety.

***

Yizhuang.

The dark night shrouded this gloomy and strange place like a clock, and the wind near the river made people's bones and hair tremble. But some people didn't mind, stepping on the fallen leaves that had not been swept the next year and pushed open the wooden door.

Due to the relatively stable public security in the capital recently, only Mrs. Chen's body is parked in Yizhuang. Although it is burning badly, because the case is pending and has not been buried for the time being, she is lying alone in the dilapidated house.

Wei Tanyi came not far from the stone bed and saluted respectfully: "Madam."

There is no echo in the dark.

"Madam, your bones will be buried tomorrow. If you have any other instructions, please feel free to tell me."

In the secluded place, a sigh floated from nowhere, and the vague shadow floated from the stone bed to the window and gradually formed. If it didn't look untrue, it might be mistaken for Mrs. Chen as still alive.

"Do you still have an unfulfilled wish, madam?"

The ghost turned his head and smiled, "With Mr. Wei's wisdom, you must have guessed that you have been used by me, right?"

Wei Tanyi is respectful: "Even if you know it, you have no regrets. If there is anything else you want to explain, please do it as soon as possible."

"Ha ha, everyone is dead. What else can there be?" The ghost sighed self-deprecatingly, "What I hope is that Mr. Wei must have known it, and I won't say more. I believe that Lord Ming will understand my painstaking efforts.

The two stood silently in the dark for a long time.

"If..."

"Do you want to say something, madam?"

The ghost smiled and walked to Wei Tanyi, with a transparent hand reaching to his forehead. Because there was no turban, the sandalwood coat was covered with long undecorated hair, and the cold wind poured into the house, making him more like a fierce man in white.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would have been hard to believe that there was such a thing in the world." The fingers opened the forehead and touched the scars under the hair line. The scar is slightly raised, about a finger long. It is not difficult to imagine how deep the wound has been.

Wei Tanyi seemed to be smiling: "That's a thing of the past."

The ghost withdrew his hand and said to himself, "Time will make everything a thing of the past, but it can't make people put everything down."

"Go to Jin'er, if even Lord Ming can't do anything."

***

Chen Jin, Chen Yuanwai's only son, is a weak young man. Although he looks old, he has never married. Chen Yuanwai said that his son is introverted and dare not face the opposite sex, so the marriage has been delayed again and again.

Wei Tanyi invited Chen Jin to Yuezhai on the grounds that Chen Fu wanted to give an inkstone to his son in the store before his life.

"Did my mother really buy anything from you?" Chen Jin took the teacup restrainedly and asked.

"If not, Wei would not dare to invite Mr. Chen during the mourning period to go out."

As he spoke, he opened a brocade box that had been prepared for a long time and opened it in front of Chen Jin. There was indeed an inkstone inside, and there was a faint ink fragrance. Chen Jin is a scholar and has also studied the four treasures of the study. When he saw the inkstone, his eyes suddenly opened wide and his words stag: "This, this is really..."

"It was what Ling Tang bought from me when he was alive," Wei Tanyi pushed the box over. "Ring Tang asked me to tell you that the ink strip must be painfully sharpened to become a handwriting on the paper, so that everyone in the world can see it, and the inkstone is grinding its suffering. If you are afraid, you can't say what you want to say, do it yourself. What you want to do."

Chen Jin, who couldn't put it down with Yantai, suddenly did not move, and then his eyes turned red.

Wei Tanyi did not force him, holding his own cup of tea and tasting it leisurely.

"After becoming a word, where will Mo go?" I don't know how long it took for the teacup to bottom out before he heard Chen Jin's hesitant words.

"At this time, the calligraphy that condenses the power of pen, ink, paper and inkstone will naturally be immortal, and there will naturally be people with insight to collect it. At that time, ink will no longer be ink, but will become a realm."

Chen Jin seemed to have learned something from his words, and his head lowered his head unconsciously nodded.

"I'm going to see Lord Ming."

***

Mrs. Chen was placed in a coffin and buried on a sunny slope not far from the capital. Both Chen Yuanwai and Hongyin, who were acquitted, cried all the way in white.

"Since you are here to worship, at least kneel down and kowtow, right?"

Han Ruxu was stunned in front of the tombstone. I don't know when Wei Tanyi was putting a bunch of wild flowers in front of the grave.

"The case is over. Don't you give up?" After burning incense and burning paper, Wei Tanyi saw that he was still still holding still and asked with a smile.

Han Ruqi shook his head: "I don't think it's that simple."

"What do you mean?"

"Chen Jin said that the rosary was worn on Mrs. Chen's wrist after the accident. The reason was that his mother believed in Buddhism all her life and hoped that she would go to the world of bliss with rosary beads, but don't you think there are many problems in it?"

Wei Tanyi looked a little confused: "For example?"

"Mr. Chen said on the first day that Mrs. Chen never left the Buddha's rosary. Why did Guanyin Festival go to the Buddhist hall alone without rosary beads? The mother was buried in a sea of fire. As a son, Chen Jin was not as painful as his father. Instead, he put the rosary beads on his mother's wrist when people were unprepared. Did he know that Mrs. Chen could not come back when she went to the Buddhist hall? Moreover, isn't it strange that his father was unjustly imprisoned, and he was not in a hurry at all. It took so long to tell the truth of the matter? And how can he be sure that Mrs. Chen committed suicide?

"That's enough," Wei Tanyi looked at him and waved his hand to interrupt. "Even if I have ridiced Lord Han about whether I have the brain to handle cases, I don't have to be in such a hurry to prove it to me."

Han Ruqi stared: "Who cares what you said, who wants to prove it to you!"

Wei Tanyi smiled at the corners of his lips: "Well, please ask Lord Han to go to my store to prove it to the little beast."

"Little beast?"

"Have you forgotten so soon? Isn't that the name of the parrot given by Lord Han?"

The corners of your mouth cramped: "Who would have allowed you to give it such an ugly name!"

Wei Tanyi spread his hands and smiled unchanged: "Isn't this also what Lord Han called out himself? I think it is used to this title, and it is also novel, so I decided to continue to call it like this. In this way, every time I call it to eat, I always think of Lord Han.

Han Ruqi gasped and then said angrily, "Don't compare me with animals!"

"Alas, I just think I should always keep in mind the love of Lord Han's gift of parrots. Did Lord Han misunderstand anything?"

Looking at the evil face of the market population with a flawless smile, Han Ruxu realized that it was useless no matter how he explained it, so he had to be angry.

"Then please ask Lord Han to come to the store in the near future. Don't live up to the little beast waiting for the autumn water every day."

***

"Since discovering the secret, Mrs. Chen and her son Chen Jin have been under house arrest. Even the Guanyin Festival is not allowed to go out, and they can only burn incense and pray for blessings in their own Buddhist hall. Mrs. Chen wanted to shake the secret out, but there was no one to help her in the courtyard. In order not to let her husband succeed and to let her son get out of trouble, she resolutely chose to break the cage with death, because if there was a murder, the government would inevitably intervene.

Wei Tanyi, who said these words, was as calm as talking about what happened hundreds of years ago.

Han Ruxu repeatedly rubbed his jaw: "This is really clever. Lord Ming has always decided the case like a god, and he will never let go of any clues easily. Chen Jin secretly wearing the rosary in his mother's hand makes the case complicated. Chen's refusal to confess will inevitably lead to a more in-depth investigation of Dali Temple. At that time, even if Chen If you don't admit to murdering your wife, you will be put in prison for this charge.

"Yes, in this way, that person can't do anything, and Chen Jin, who is out of his father's control, can live a free life. That's what Mrs. Chen thinks.

"But why did Lord Ming acquitted Chen? I always feel that he should have noticed the secret behind Mrs. Chen's death. Why don't you follow Mrs. Chen's wishes? Han Ruxu still couldn't figure it out.

Wei Tanyi crossed ten fingers: "Lord Han is the prince, right?"

"...Why do you ask this?"

"Hasn't His Royal Highness called you recently?"

Han Ruxu was stunned and carefully recalled the scene of drinking with the prince that day. He didn't miss any conversation, but he still didn't know why.

"The prince is not a simple person. Since Lord Ming is clear, he must know what to do. That's all I can say."

After Han Ruxu, who was confused, left, Wei Tanyi came to the inner courtyard. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and said to himself with a smile, "I have asked Lord Ming to bury it with your bones."

Bodhi represents epiphany and wisdom.

In fact, you have seen through this man's thin feelings for a long time, disdain to get involved in his entanglement with other women, and then spent the rest of your life in the Buddhist hall. And this man who has defeated you again and again has not yet realized that your intelligence has pushed him to the edge of the cliff.

"In this way, you can close your eyes." Wei Tanyi opened the porcelain bottle, poured the powder in the bottle into his mouth, and then drank the spring water in a ladle of water.

After each needs are taken, the cooperation is over.