Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Jiankang City, Yin Zhongwen's private residence.

Yin Zhongwen was sad, sitting in front of the desk in the study. On top of the exquisite red sandalwood case, there were the bamboo scrolls of ancient music scores, and the word "Thai Oath" written in a small seal appeared on the cover. Entering, Yin Zhongwen shook his head and sighed: "A vulgar martial artist, if you don't understand Yayin, I don't believe it. You are really as loyal and selfless as you said!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stood beside him violently. A servant in his thirties with white face, small beard and blue cap shouted: "Yin Qian, do you think Liu Yu is really loyal to the Jin Dynasty?"

Yin Qian twitched the corner of his mouth: "Lord, how can these big people's affairs be understood by servants like the villain? The little one only knows, what the lord says is what you said, there will be no wrong."

Yin Zhongwen's expression eased slightly, and he murmured: "Damn Tao Yuanming, this time you have hurt you miserably. What's wrong? Or should I find a way to see the Queen?"

Yin Qian blinked his eyes: "Lord, are you going to write poems to the empress? The younger one will get you pen and ink."

Yin Zhongwen shot a small case and roared: "Stupid, who said that he would write a poem for some queen?"

Yin Qian scratched his head and said puzzledly: "Master, before, every time you wanted to see the queen, you had to write a poem or two, and you had to copy it from your students and spread it all over the city."

Yin Zhongwen jumped up from the ground, covered Yin Qian's mouth, and whispered: "That's a pseudo-Chu thing. Now it's Dajin, Dajin! Does your kid want to live anymore?!"

A faintly enlightened expression flashed across Yin Qian’s face, and he nodded repeatedly. Yin Zhongwen released the hand covering Yin Qian’s mouth, took a piece of incense handkerchief on the case, wiped his palm, rubbed it and hated it. He said bitterly: "I have been by my side for so many years, why do I get stupid more and more?"

Yin Qian grinned: "Don't the lord just like my stupidity? Yes, the previous pseudo-Chu queen's surname is Liu, and she is not surnamed Wang. Look at my brain..."

Yin Zhongwen threw his handkerchief at Yin Qian in an angry manner: "These two women are now deadly enemies of the same power and fire, and together with their current men, they are also very hard to fight. You remember, the current Queen and Queen cannot use it. I used to write flattering poems to the woman surnamed Liu to ask for a meeting, prepare a car, and prepare a generous gift. I'm going to Xie's house and begging to see Mrs. Xie."

Yin Qian quickly turned around to leave. Suddenly, he thought of something and turned his head to look at Yin Zhongwen: "But, Lord, you are not saying what general He’s feast is going to go to in the future. The carriage is under maintenance right now. Do you want to use it?"

Yin Zhongwen wanted to scold someone, but suddenly thought of something, his eyes widened: "Wait, you bring me that invitation."

Yin Qian pointed to the side of the small case, among a bunch of various posts, the top one: "It's here."

Yin Zhongwen took this invitation card, and while looking at it, a smile gradually appeared on his face: "The sky has eyes, hahahaha, it's really an infinite road, isn't this opportunity here? !"

Yin Qian looked at Yin Zhongwen confusedly: "Master, what opportunity is coming? You didn't order the chicken meat to do it."

Yin Zhongwen waved his hands impatiently: "Eat, eat, eat, what else is in your mind besides eating, go, hurry, and get me pens and inks."

Yin Qian twitched the corners of his mouth: "Don't you want pen and ink, lord, do you want to get the pen and ink?"

Yin Zhongwen couldn't laugh or cry: "I really should sell you to a restaurant as a buddy, so that I don't have to look at you all the time, this idiot gets angry. No matter, please light the incense burner for me, and then get pen and ink, I want to write Yes, this time, do you understand? Oh, yes, bring me the bronze mirror."

Yin Qian did not speak any more, and walked to the incense burner in front of the small case. Soon, the sandalwood curled up and filled the room. After Yin Qian finished lighting the incense, he looked at the case and fell into deep thought. Yin Zhongwen, who was reciting the words in the middle, shook his head, and put a bronze mirror over, facing the small case. That was the habit of Yin Zhongwen when he wrote poetry. This narcissistic writer likes every time he writes. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at what he looked like when he was struggling to write, and Yin Qian, who had been his personal servant for many years, naturally understood what he needed and gave him what he wanted.

After finishing all these things, Yin Qian leaned back and bowed, turned and backed away. Yin Zhongwen looked at the direction he was leaving and sighed: "Perhaps, I really should find a clever bookboy. Although Qian is loyal and reliable, he is too Stupid, in this situation, I have to find someone to discuss the countermeasures."

Suddenly, there was a strange laughter in the house: "Can you just talk to me?!"

Yin Zhongwen turned pale with fright at this moment, turned his head and looked around, and said sharply: "Who, come out for me!"

A mysterious voice rang out in the air: "I am here, can't you see it?"

Yin Zhongwen jumped up and searched around: "Aqian, you are a dead thing, you have learned to scare the master, so wow, if you become more capable, it depends on how I clean up..."

His words stopped abruptly, and his anger was frozen on his face, because his gaze just swept across the bronze mirror, and in the misty smoke, he saw a figure on the bronze mirror smiling at himself hippie. , Winked his eyes: "I'm here, did you just find out?"

Yin Zhongwen rushed to the small case and looked at the person in the mirror carefully. Isn't it just him? Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he suddenly yelled: "Come on, come on, there are monsters, there are monsters!"

The person in the mirror laughed: "Zhongwen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don’t waste your energy, no one can hear your yelling, I am you, you are me, we are twin brothers of one twin. Come, you have been facing that stupid, don't you think you can get intellectual satisfaction in this way?"

Yin Zhongwen gritted his teeth, sat down in front of the small case, and sneered: "Huh, who is pretending to be a ghost? I have been reading poetry and books. I have seen a lot of this kind of things and can't deceive me! Leave quickly, and ask Otherwise, when I find out who is doing the trick, I will never let you go!"

The person in the mirror smiled slightly: "Sigh, sigh, why should I come out if you are not dead? Yin Zhongwen, how long do you think you can live?!"

As soon as this remark came out, it pierced Yin Zhongwen's heart, and his face changed: "Why am I going to die? You tell me clearly!"

The person in the mirror sneered and said: "Do you think Liu Yu will keep the secret of your personal music score? In Jiankang City at this time, the news of your plot has already spread. I am afraid that the soldiers who came to capture you are already on the way. Ah, Zhong Wen, this is your ending!"

As the person in the mirror said, he suddenly smiled strangely, his head flew up from his neck, disappearing, and in the bronze mirror, there was only a headless body, and only the laughter was still reverberating around. .