At dusk, the Young Master's Mansion.
The afterglow of the setting sun poured in from the study window, gently covering a man's thin back.
This thin man, who looked to be in his fifties, was none other than Han Yu, the great bachelor of the Huagaidian Palace and the prince's junior master.
On weekdays, unless he has official duties, Han Yu must go to the study room to practice calligraphy at this time every day. This is a habit he has never stopped for decades.
Today is no exception.
Although Han Yu looks thin and frail, and even his face looks about ten years older than his actual age, his handwriting can be said to be more beautiful than his face. The rhyme is full of anger and thirst, the power is like a flying luan and a phoenix, and the divine hair is like a vast ocean.
Looking at the whole world, there are only a few people who can compare with such calligraphy attainments. If it were a civilian scholar who could have his ability, I am afraid his tail would be raised. Gone to heaven.
But Han Yu was somewhat disapproving of his calligraphy achievements.
Because he understood a truth decades ago. No matter how good the article is, if no one knows how to appreciate it, it is nothing more than garbage.
Of course, how many people in this world can really appreciate the beauty of his calligraphy?
Most people don’t rely on the author’s fame or how much truth the work can translate into. gold and silver to measure its value
When you are unknown, no matter how good your calligraphy and painting is, no matter how careful you are, in the eyes of most people, it is just a cheap defective product, but when you are powerful, , when you are famous, even if you just scribble a few strokes on the paper and stamp it, many people will regard it as a treasure, and they can even taste a lot of profound meanings that even you don't know.
The world is like this, and Han Yu is powerless and has no intention to change anything.
However, after seeing through this, he will naturally no longer regard the level of calligraphy and painting, or the understanding of the so-called "sage books" as something to be proud of or rely on.
In today's Han Yu's heart, only power is something worthy of his lifelong struggle and can bring him a sense of accomplishment.
Calligraphy has become a pure interest for him; the act of "practicing calligraphy" has also changed from a kind of hard training to a way of relieving stress.
Han Yu, who fights with people outside every day and is immersed in conspiracy and power, can only relax his mind, relax for a while, and return to a moment of peace at dusk when he is practicing calligraphy.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this change in his state of mind that Han Yu's calligraphy skills have improved faster in recent years than when he was young, and he has gradually reached a state where he can return to his original nature and express himself freely.
"Teacher, the student is here."
Suddenly, there was a voice outside the study door, and it was a young man's voice.
Hearing this, Han Yu hesitated for a moment, then put down his pen and sat back on his chair.
"Come in." Han Yu's expression and state when responding to these wordsIt had changed; he knew that his time to relax was over.
"Yes." The young man outside the door quickly agreed, then opened the ajar door and stepped in.
Seeing this, someone should have realized that this young man who calls himself a "student" is quite close to Han Yu, because he came to the study door to say hello by himself, not by someone from the mansion. The servants brought him after the announcement, which shows that he has been coming and going frequently in Han Yu's house and has free access.
"The student pays his respects to his teacher." After entering the study, Ma Xuansheng came to Han Yu in a few steps and leaned down to bow.
"Sit down." As Han Yu spoke, he picked up a cup of tea on the table and slowly brought it to his mouth.
The faint incense wafting from the three-legged stove on the desk, the fragrance of ink on the inkstone, and the tea fragrance contained in this cup of tea at this moment, mixed into a unique The smell stimulated Han Yu's nerves, allowing him to clearly go through what he was about to explain in his mind before starting a conversation with the other party.
"Do you know what I asked you to do?" After swallowing a sip of tea, Han Yu's thoughts had been sorted out, and then he asked.
"Uh, student, I don't know." Ma Xuansheng, who had just sat down, really didn't know why Mr. Han asked him to come, so he replied.
After receiving this answer, Han Yu immediately stared at Ma Xuansheng.
This glance sent a chill down the other person’s spine.
"Then do you know that someone is going to commit murder and cause trouble in Baoyuan Inn tonight?" Han Yu asked again.
"This" When he heard the second sentence, Ma Xuansheng became even more confused. He thought to himself that this was a sung and that the inn was not owned by him, nor did he live there. What does this have to do with him
But two seconds later
"I still don't understand" Han Yu asked again in a more stern tone.
At this moment, Ma Xuansheng realized something.
Since he is a person appreciated by Han Yu, he is naturally not stupid. Now that the teacher has found you and asked you, this matter must be related to you.
Ma Xuansheng thought about it over and over, and soon understood the link between the four words "committing violence and causing trouble" and him. In this world, I am afraid that his younger brother Ma Er is the only one.
"Teacher, could it be his younger brother?" Thinking of this, Ma Xuansheng quickly replied, "He again"
After the word "you" was spoken, Ma Xuansheng But he didn't know how to continue, because even if he said a few more words, it would be a criminal act for him to report and expose his brother in front of the officials of the court.
"Yes, he is going to do something random again, and this time he may cause death." Seeing the other party's hesitation, Han Yu added this sentence.
The meaning is very clear, that is to say, you actually have nothing to hide. I already knew about your brother’s troubles.
As soon as Ma Xuansheng heard this, he was thinking about making excuses now or saying that he didn't know what Ma Er was doing in the capital.Love, I'm afraid, is in vain. It is better to retreat in order to advance and plead guilty and beg for mercy. This is the best policy.
So
"My teacher forgives my younger brother for being naughty since he was a child, but he still refuses to change his ways after coming to Beijing. Although the student knows it, it is difficult to restrain him due to brotherly love." , it’s all because of the lax discipline of the students, then” Ma Xuansheng said this in an excited manner, while he moved forward from the chair and knelt down.
"Okay, okay." Han Yu didn't bother to listen to what he had to say, so he waved his hand and interrupted, "We are our own people, we can put it on the table to talk about anything we have to say, there is no need to come. "This is a trick." He paused and then said, "Xuan Sheng, you might as well think about it. If I wanted to punish you for Ma Er's matter, I could have done it months ago, so why wait until today?"
< p>When Han Yu said this, his expression suddenly became gloomy, and his tone also dropped, "I just didn't expect that you haven't handled such a small matter well until now."Listen At this sentence, Ma Xuansheng's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have guessed what his "good teacher" was going to say next.
"Xuan Sheng, you will be the consort in the near future. You are a relative of the emperor and the country, and your future is boundless." Han Yu raised his head and looked at the ceiling forty-five degrees, using a sigh-like tone. He raised his voice and said, "Master, I don't want to hear news from other people in the future that the prince-consort's younger brother is going to cause trouble in the capital tonight."
"Student understands" Ma When Xuan Sheng replied to these words, a cold look flashed across his face.
"Alas" Han Yu got the reaction he wanted. At this time, he sighed hypocritically, then stood up, walked around the desk, and helped Ma Xuansheng who was kneeling on the ground, " As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water. If Xuan Sheng is inconvenienced by your family ties, you can find someone to do it for you."
"My teacher is too worried." When Ma Xuan Sheng stood up. His expression and tone turned out to be very firm, "This reputation for killing relatives and doing harm for the people is something that students can only dream of. If it hadn't been for your guidance today, my teacher, I would have almost missed this opportunity."
"Ha" when he saw him The "good student" had such a reaction, Han Yu couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of his heart, and secretly sighed that he really saw the right person.
In Han Yu’s opinion, it is this kind of person who can deny his relatives for the sake of political capital, this kind of person who can turn a crisis into a turning point, and has the value to be cultivated as a wing; even if a certain Tianma Xuansheng tried to take Han Han Yu was forced to step down and replace him. As long as he had the ability, Han Yu was willing to admit defeat.
Of course, all the judges should know that Ma Xuansheng will not survive that day
Because tonight in the Baoyuan Inn, he will It was staged that Lin Yuancheng was drunk and struck a golden branch, and Linghu Xiang killed the consort in the manure pit. ,,