Episstle 21: Zimo Hongchen comes to see the rain back 3

"Can Lord Han go home to visit his parents?" After taking a joke, Wei Tanyi asked.

"I won't go!" It's bulging here.

"Oh, I thought Lord Han was a man of loyalty and filial piety, but he still spilled water from his married daughter, and even his parents didn't care."

Han Ruxu almost lifted his feet away from the ground: "If you say another nonsense, I'll send you to Huangquan for filial piety now!"

Wei Tanyi was unmoved and still smiled slightly: "Your Highness invited me to go to the south of the Yangtze River. If Lord Han wants to go home to visit his parents, on the pretext of protecting His Highness, it is not only short salary but also shows loyalty. Unfortunately, what others think? Lord Han is also a person who adheres to self-principles and will never compromise, right?"

When he said this, Han Ruxu's face really changed: "It's true..."

"It's very dangerous to go south this time. If you can protect your son well, it will be a great achievement. There will be a reward when you come back. At that time, Lord Han can also pay back the last part of the money you owe to our store."

Accompanying Song Jing to the south alone, the road ahead is unpredictable. If he refuses to help him, maybe he will be fed in sacks to the fish in Chuiying Lake at night. This is not a good way to die.

Wei Tanyi, who was calculated early in the morning, deliberately used the method to provoke Han Ruqi together, so that the prince would have some scruples. However, because Han Ruxu will change his way to Jiangling halfway, and there is an opportunity to be absent, it is always good to protect multiple people. Song Jing should not refuse.

Han Ruqi didn't notice it and really jumped into the trap: "You can still think of this. You have a heart."

The trick was successful, and Wei Tanyi smiled proudly: "Nowhere, returning to the province is also a matter of glorious ancestors. I'm just a favor." The opposite side immediately began to grind his teeth again.

***

The idleness changes the hearts of the old people, but the hearts of the old people are easy to change.

You won't come again, will you? If not, why did I wait by the lake for three days, but you never showed up?

Girl, I didn't even ask your name, so I accepted your feeling of giving an umbrella. If I don't repay my kindness, I'm not a gentleman, but I've been waiting for you for three days, and even the last dark cloud in the sky has disappeared. I'm afraid you won't come again?

I'm just a poor scholar. I went to Beijing to take the exam and passed by this place. I really can't afford to delay.

I entrust my umbrella to an old man who is a boat. If you come back to look for the umbrella, I hope you can meet it. Wait for me to be the first in high school and come back to find you.

I'm afraid that the young lady has no intention to give an umbrella, and the scholar is affectionate.

That's all. That's it. It's only because of the beautiful scenery of the shadow lake. It's inevitable that people who pass by are addicted to dreams. They don't care about the work of raising their hands. It's not surprising that the recipient remembers it.

I hope you can see this letter and understand what I mean.

Zou Jun's ten thousand miles.

***

It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's still sunny in the morning. In the afternoon, it's like a doll turning over, and the bean-sized raindrops are falling down.

Song Jing sent it out: "It's raining heavily outside. You will get wet when you go out like this. Come on, take it." With that, he asked the servants to hand over his oil-paper umbrella.

Wei Tanyi said thank you and opened the umbrella, pretending to be surprised and said, "Qin? This is not the Qiu family's umbrella, is it?

"Well, this was given by an old fisherman when I went for a walk by the lake a few days ago. At that time, the weather was the same. It changed. I asked the old man if he could give me a ride, and he gave me this umbrella, saying that the owner had not come to claim it for seven or eight years. It's better to do a good deed and give it to me."

Song Jing explained carelessly, but the listener smiled faintly.

The woman on the umbrella was still in her own hands.

Back to her residence, Wei Tanyi woke her up. Fang learned that her surname was Wen. As early as a thousand years ago, Maofeng left the world when he was also called Weizhou. The reason why he was detained in the world was nothing more than the person who gave the umbrella.

"Seven years ago, I met a scholar who was very similar to Mr. Qin by the lake. Because I couldn't bear him to be depressed, I temporarily lent him the umbrella. Who knew that he was so infatuated and waited for me by the lake for three days," Miss Wen whispered, "Unfortunately, I was already dead. I couldn't bear to disturb his beautiful dream, so it has been hidden."

Wei Tanyi was clear and tapped his finger on the table: "So you still want to see Mr. Qin?"

Miss Wen nodded: "Just as the scholar is dedicated to thanking me, my heart has long been tied to that young man, which is difficult to escape. For thousands of years, I have thought about it, but I can't deceive my heart."

So, as long as you understand the truth, you can be relieved, right? Wei Tanyi had an idea in his heart and said, "If that's the case, I will help you find out what happened in those years."

Miss Wen was surprised: "Son, are you serious about this? But... time has changed, how can we visit it again?

"You don't have to worry about this. I have my own way," Wei Tanyi is full of confidence. He has been wandering by the lake these days and has seen a lot of detained ghosts. What happened in those years has been roughly found out. "But I also ask you."

"Please tell me, as long as I can still do it, I won't refuse."

Wei Tanyi crossed his fingers under his jaw and smiled and said, "When your wish is fulfilled, your soul will dissipate. I will use the power you have accumulated for thousands of years."

Miss Wen was a little puzzled, but she still nodded: "At that time, it's up to the prince."

***

No matter what his intention, it was a good thing that Emperor Xuanping not only approved the lower reaches of Song Jing's southern lake, but also allowed Han Ruxu to accompany him. He picked a sunny day, and the group of people went to Maofeng.

"I was starving and freezing outside. He fell into the carriage and ate the pastry on the fire. What is this!" As a bodyguard, Han Ruxu naturally rode a horse to patrol the front and back of the team. At the thought of Wei Tanyi leisurely accompanying the prince in the carriage, he felt unbalanced.

Thinking that after all, he has won such a chance to go home for himself, and he feels that he should not be so small, so he has to suppress his complaints and defend their safety with due diligence.

When he arrived at Maofeng, Wei Tanyi stayed for a while. Song Jing fulfilled his promise and walked west for a while. He personally gave the shell to a man who was about thirty-four or 45 years old, a scholar. He thought that he could return to Maofeng for three or five days earlier than Han Ruxu, but he didn't expect that the so-called person who went back to his hometown to visit his parents had never left Mao at all. Peak.

"Why don't Lord Han stay at home and spend more time with his parents? Don't worry, Xiao Wang won't tell his father that you leave your job without permission." Song Jing was very surprised to see him come out to greet him, but it was not easy to show dissatisfaction, so he had to make a joke.

Han Ruqi's face is solemn: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety is greater than filial piety. After thinking about inferiority, you should stay and protect your Highness's safety."

"Well, Lord Han has this intention, and Xiao Wang is very comforted." I'm not happy, but it's difficult for me to be humane.

The next day, the three of them traveled to the drooping lake in the deep winter, or Han Ruqi worked hard to protect them, and the two of them were free to travel to the lake.

The late winter scenery is very different from that of early summer. The lotus flowers on the lakeside are full, and it is difficult to see a wave on the water surface. Looking around, only this painting flies forward, breaking through the two white waves on the lake.

"Although winter and summer are different, it is probably the same as two years ago. There are no other ships on the lake," Song Jing looked at the white sky and lake from the window and said with emotion, "I don't know how Miss Wen is now."

Wei Tanyi was ordering tea at the table. Hearing the words, he said, "People die, and when the obsession disappears, the soul disperses. Naturally, Miss Wen is no more. Your Highness, why worry about it."

Song Jing nodded, but there was still a bitter look on his face. He went back to the table with his hands and sat down to see his movements.

After a moment of tea, Song Jing was about to take it. Suddenly, he turned to the door: "Lord Han has accompanied us all the way. This cup of tea is invited to Lord Han to drink first."

"How does this make it a duty to protect Your Highness? It's not hard." Han Ruqi was stunned by his sudden compliment and quickly refused, but saw that Wei Tanyi held the cup in one hand and seemed to throw something into the cup with the other hand. Yes, he did say it before...

Song Jing insisted that he drink first, so he had to pretend to say a few words. He took the cup of tea, and the prince gave him a seat, and he sat down.

What the hell is this guy going to do? Han Ruxu drank the tea with his scalp. He didn't feel any discomfort, but the hot tea dispelled the chill in his body and was much more comfortable.

At the bow and stern of the ship, there were bodyguards guarding the cold. Only three people in the cabin sat around the stove. One bowed his head and drank tea, the other talked, and the other always smiled ambiguously, and his eyes floated between them.

After a while, Han Ruxu suddenly felt weak and understood that this was what Wei Tanyi called "let you listen to the story, but you have to suffer a little", so he simply lay on the table and pretended to be drugged.

"Lord Han?" Song Jing was very happy to see him faint, but he had to look concerned and shook his shoulder.

"Your Highness, you don't have to bother. I put the medicine in the tea, and he can't wake up without a single incense." The ambiguous smile on the opposite side finally evolved into an expression with a specific meaning.