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Wen Liunian was still worried until he returned to the prime minister's house. He squatted by the pond and watched the koi, not thinking about eating or drinking.

"What did the emperor give you?" Zhao Yue asked.

Wen Liunian sighed deeply: "I didn't eat anything."

The head of Zhao Da is full of disbelief. After all, before returning to the palace, he would eat the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, and he would call stomach pain when he came back after holding his stomach. It was useless to say it several times, and I don’t know what the emperor is. Hobby.

"Really didn't eat." Wen Liunian simply sat on the ground, "I have something on my mind."

"What's up?" Zhao Yue smiled, "Which boss has gotten sick and asked me to come with you to apologize?"

Master Wen: "..."

No no.

"Talk." Zhao Yue patted him.

"It's the second master." Wen Liunian looked at him.

Zhao Yue frowned: "What happened to Lu Zhui?"

"He's nothing, it's the emperor. The emperor has taken a fancy to him." Wen Liunian said bitterly, "Speaking of the unscrupulous general in the court, and asked when the second master will come back."

"No, you go and persuade the emperor to dispel this idea as soon as possible." Zhao Yue decisively shook his head, "He has no intention of officialdom and is seriously ill. I still think that if I don't see him again for a while, I will go to the Mingyue Tomb to find him, just coughing. Can you vomit blood and lead the army to fight?"

"I said the same, but the emperor said that if the second master is no good, Xiao Lan can do too." Wen Liunian said.

Zhao Yue also didn't know whether he wanted to be angry or laugh. If Lu Zhui had seen him at a banquet in the palace before, he knew the bottom line, and the emperor wanted to use it for himself. Then Xiao Lan didn't even recognize him, just because he was good at skill, he wanted to be a general?

"Naturally will not come up to command the army, the emperor will have to look at it first." Wen Liunian guessed his thoughts and asked, "What do you think?"

"You and I are both unfamiliar with Xiao Lan, so what can you think." Zhao Yue helplessly, "Send a letter first, if he wants it, it's not easy to let you and I reject it."

"...Yes." Wen Liunian thought for a while. "Sooner or later, Mingyue's tomb will be scuttled. At that time, Xiao Lan has nothing to do. If he is willing to serve the country, it would be fine."

"Let's go, eat first." Xiao Lan said, "After eating, I have something to tell you."

Wen Liunian agreed and patted his **** to keep up.

At the other end, Lu Zhui bid farewell to Xiao Lan and rode his horse back to Yangzhi City.

It coincides with the evening when the stars on the horizon are sparse, the silent vegetation in the mountains is full of brilliance, the dangling silver weeds are kissed by the wind, and countless flashing fireflies are shaking off from behind, like a scroll.

Lu Zhui never felt that this ordinary night view of Autumn Mountain would be so beautiful. Of course, it may also be because the person in my heart is too good and the promised future is too good, so it's good to look at everything.

The horse flying in the air is an arrow from the string, taking him back to Yangzhi City together with the morning sun.

In the courtyard, Lu Wuming frowned: "I don't know how to pat this body."

Lu Zhui tied the horse to the tree and said with a smile: "I'm hungry."

Lu Wuming choked back for the rest of his words, sent him back to take a shower, and went to the kitchen to get him some food.

"Master Wen sent you a letter." Lu Wuming said while he was eating.

"It's for Mingyue Tomb." Lu Chai bit his bun.

"Mingyue Tomb?" Lu Wuming was displeased, "This is the Lu family's business, so what to do with others."

"Father." Lu Chai put down his chopsticks, "I have something to say."

Lu Wuming said, "Eat first."

also. Lu Chau smiled and agreed to lower his head to continue drinking porridge.

The birds on the tree spread their wings and flew away, leaving only a silent and silent mood with Lu Wuming not knowing whether it was cloudy or sunny. In fact, from the letter sent, he faintly felt that things didn't seem right, but he comforted himself, perhaps because of other things. After all, Lu Chai had been in the King City for many years, and he did not only live for Mingyue Tomb. But after hearing him take the initiative to bring it up, the guess in his heart became even more certain-staring at the tomb of Mingyue, I am afraid that it is not only the people in the rivers and lakes.

Lu Zhui put down the bowl: "I'm finished."

Lu Wuming watched him silently, but he wanted to sigh.

"The treasury has not been full after years of fighting." Lu Chai said, "However, the emperor did not force anything. He only asked Master Wen to knock and mention it once. After all, if there is a treasure, why would it be better to bury it in the ground? Better."

"What do you think?" Lu Wuming asked.

"I didn't agree before. I just wanted to ruin the place according to my father's instructions." Lu Chase said, "So I turned down the lord and never mentioned it to anyone."

Lu Wuming said, "Then continue to do this."

"Father." Lu Zhui said, "Can I open Mingyue Tomb?"

Lu Wuming's face suddenly became gloomy.

"The emperor only wants gold and silver, but I want more." Lu Zhui continued, "I found the Iron Tiger Army in the tomb this time."

"So what?" Lu Wuming asked back.

"It's not just the ancestral grave of the Lu family," Lu Zhui said, "it's the epitome of this land thousands of years ago."

Lu Wuming shook his head: "Nonsense."

"The tomb of Mingyue has been laid for many years, and buried the most precious wealth of that era. It is not only Jinshan Yinshan, but also institutional laws, perhaps water conservancy diagrams, pharmacopoeias, farming techniques, and even calligraphy and musical instruments. These are all taken away by the emperor when he dies." Lu Zhui said, "That war burned the entire country to the ground. If it is possible to survive, it can only be in the Mingyue Tomb."

Lu Wuming walked out the door.

Lu Chai took a deep breath, knowing that this would be the result, but it was not too disappointing.

Take your time.

As for the letters sent by Wen Liunian, I wrote a huge pile of them. The first one was concerned about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and he instructed many things about eating and dressing. At the last page, I vaguely mentioned the tomb of Mingyue. Just say that if you explode money when you blow up the cemetery, don't throw it away.

Lu Chai couldn't laugh or cry, he could almost imagine how he would write this letter with a sad face after being asked by the emperor.

Master Faci smiled and passed by the courtyard: "Master Mingyu."

"Master is leaving?" Lu Chai was a little surprised.

"The poor monk is going to visit Master from afar." Fa Ci carried his baggage, "Coincidentally, it just so happens that Young Master Mingyu is back today, and he can see him again."

"Would you like a cup of tea together?" Lu Chai invited.

"Naturally." Fa Ci sat opposite him and smiled. "The tea of ​​the son is good tea, which is so cheap."

Lu Zhui boiled a small pot of well water and slowly poured it into the purple clay pot.

Faci shook his head: "Poor mood will affect the aroma of tea. Instead of wasting it for nothing, it is better to give this tea to the poor monk."

Lu Zhui said readily: "If the master likes it, just take it, but the master has to do me a favor."

Fa Cixi joyfully put the tea into his sleeve: "My son, but it doesn't matter."

"Could you please count the fate for me?" Lu asked.

Fa Ci looked embarrassed: "Fortune-telling is to lose life."

"Fold you or me?" Lu Zhui asked again.

Fa kindly said: "All folds, all folds."

Lu Zhui: "..."

"It's in people, not in heaven." Fa Ci lowered his voice, "Moreover, looking at the whole Chu, there can be a few Mingyu Young Masters, God won't be willing to accept them. Whatever you want to do, just do it, it's all right. ."

"What I want to do is right?" Lu Chai smiled and shook his head, "I sincerely asked, why is the master so indifferent."

"The poor monk is also answering sincerely." Fa Ci stood up, "If the son needs help in the future, just say it."

Lu Zhui said, "Just say it, the master will come to help me?"

Fa Ci coughed twice: "Just say it, the poor monk will definitely recite a sutra for the son, and I wish him a help soon."

Lu Chai stretched out his hand: "Bring the tea."

Naturally, Fa Ci would not pay it back. He covered his sleeves tightly and gave him a small rag bag, saying it was a big baby, and ran away in a hurry. Although he was fat, his back disappeared quite quickly.

In the cloth bag is a pinch of...hair? hair? Lu Chai used tweezers to squeeze it up. It was about a finger long, snow-white, and mixed with strands of gold.

...

He didn't think it really looked like a good gift.

In the tomb of Mingyue, Xiao Lan was flipping through a book casually. He circled him three or four times with an empty hand, still couldn't help asking: "Lu Mingyu, then Lu Mingyu, what have you done with you these days?"

Xiao Lan said, "Senior really wants to hear it?"

Blank sign language stuff.

Xiao Lan smiled: "I like him, he likes me, what else can he do?"

Kongkong Miao had goose bumps all over his body, if it weren't for Mingyue Tomb, he even wanted to scream.

"Stop making trouble." Xiao Lan closed his book, "tell the business."

"What's the business?" Kongkong's hand finally stopped dangling, and found a chair to sit down.

"What is my mother doing recently?" Xiao Lan asked, "Why is there no movement at all?"

"Your mother is not moving, isn't it a good thing?" Kongkong Miao shook his head, "you still want to make her toss her out of the storm."

Xiao Lan knocked on the table.

"I am not familiar with your mother, but when I go out this time, my life is pretty moist." Kongkong said skillfully, "only her and the girl doll, and A Liu and three people are left, and the cave is rich and generous. It’s no different from an ordinary host’s house."

Xiao Lan: "..."

"Eighty percent is from Lu Mingyu," Kongkong said skillfully. "That girl doll got her silk and satin stitches from nowhere, and she pestered your mother to learn how to make clothes. She flattered and flattered, and the two of them all spent time in the sun except embroidering. Chatting, it looks like you have completely forgotten Mingyue Tomb, maybe even you have forgotten."

"So?" Xiao Lan laughed, "That's fine."

"After all, it's just a womanly person." Kongkong's hand was quite disdainful, "You are afraid that you can't count on it."

Xiao Lan didn't pick him up, but said, "Senior, teach me the law of organs."

"You want to learn?" Kongkong's eyes lit up.

Xiao Lan nodded: "I want to learn."

"Hold well, if you are willing to learn." Kongkong Miaoshou couldn't help but swallowed violently, rubbing his hands instead of wondering what to do.

Now if you are willing to learn the law of institutions, you may be willing to give birth to a son.

Xiao Lan said, "You don't have to wait to return to Beihai, I will learn now."

"As you wish." Kongkong clapped his hands on the table and stood up. "Wait, I will get tools."