Xiao Feng came to stop Xiaodong from assassinating Yan Song. Yan Song was expelled from the capital. The carriage cost two cents per kilometer, so he didn't bring pen and paper.
Making do with simple things, calligrapher Yan Song stuck out a small tree stick on the roadside. Then because the official road was too hard, he found a small piece of wet soil with a very suspicious smell on the roadside and wrote the character "福".
Aren't you going to test my fate? I will write the best word for you to test, and I will see what you can test!
I have the word "福", can you detect anything bad for me? I might predict a comeback, I'll piss you off!
Xiao Feng knelt down and watched carefully, and then was forced to stand up again by the suspicious smell. Fortunately, he was not short-sighted, so he stood there and looked down at the incense for half a stick.
"The word '福' has '礻' on the left and '畐' on the right. '礻' (meaning to mend) is the missing form of '衤' (clothes to mend), which shows that your clothes are in tatters in the end.
'畐' is the symbol of 'rich' and lack of '宀'. '倀' means 'home', which means you will end up homeless.
'畐' is preceded by the word '口', which shows that you were alone in the end.
At the bottom is the word "田", which means a wilderness place. It can be seen that you are in the wilderness at the end.
The word '福' is a common word during Chinese New Year, and '绻' means praying and offering sacrifices, so it should be a temple or ancestral hall.
Your final outcome is to die in rags, homeless, alone, in a ruined temple or ancestral hall in the wilderness at the end of your life. "
Xiao Feng's voice was very loud and could be heard clearly even in the woods. The sound of a child crying and laughing came from the forest and gradually faded away.
Yan Song stared blankly at the word "福" on the ground, then looked up at Xiao Feng blankly, his lips trembling slightly.
"You...you did it to comfort Xiaodong, right? You can tell the truth now. It's not like that, right?"
Xiao Feng shook his head: "No, that's it. I didn't have to lie to you. Although I originally hoped that you would die badly, I really didn't lie to you."
Yan Xi stepped forward and said: "You fart! Your calculation is not accurate at all! If nothing else, I will never be alone, I will always be with you!"
After saying that, he stepped down and stepped on half of the word "福" written by Yan Song, leaving only half of the word "畐".
Xiao Feng got on his horse, glanced at the half-character, and then glanced at Yan Xi, with mockery and relief in his eyes.
"Do you also want to test the Chinese characters? I'll test them every day, but this is half a character, so I can barely give you a few sentences.
The word '畐' means 'rich' but headless, and 'force' means without enough. If you are forced by wealth and wealth, you will have no way to escape, so take care of yourself. "
Xiao Feng walked away, leaving Yan Song and Yan Xi looking at each other in shock. After an unknown amount of time, the taxi driver spoke.
"Two passengers, I advise you to get on the bus. Although it costs two cents per mile, the waiting time still has to be calculated."
Yan Song reluctantly climbed onto the carriage, and Xiao Feng's voice came from the distance. It was obvious that he had thought about it for a long time before deciding to tell Yan Song.
"One more thing, Lao Yan, don't feel too sorry for Yan Shifan. If I guess correctly, your wife was used as a life-saving talisman by him and was plotted to die.
And your daughter-in-law, nine times out of ten, too. The more you hate him, the easier your life will be. "
Yan Song excitedly expressed his gratitude in the direction of Xiao Feng: "You fart, you fart! I x you x, I x you x!"
Yan Song's carriage continued to move forward. As the wheels rolled, Yan Song left the capital, the court, and all the intrigues and intrigues.
For the rest of his life, he would no longer be a big shot, nor would he have any interactions with big shots. His timeline could even be completed first.
It was a long journey from Beijing to Jiangxi. Along the way, Yan Song saw many suspicious looking guys on the roadside.
Several times he even heard these people's unbridled conversations.
"Brother, I guess this old guy must have a lot of money with him!"
"I heard that his house was confiscated, how much money can he still have?"
"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse! What's more, he's not a camel. He's almost a skinny elephant. You can pick out a bunch of meat from the bones!"
"Forget it, word came out from the local government before that the emperor has allowed him to go home and retire. No matter who happens on the ground, the officials and the village in this area will be destroyed!"
"Brother, why don't we follow him and take action in the next city?"
"Hehe, you're the only one who's smart, right... Damn, what do those people in front do? Why do they look like He Laosan from Black Wind Village?"
"Brother, yes, it's them! They are more than a hundred miles away from us, why are they here?"
"Damn, it seems there are people as smart as you in their village! Why are you standing there, stop them! These bastards want money and they want to put the blame on us!"
Two groups of bandits started fighting, one for money and the other not to take the blame. Yan Song saw this scene several times.
Along the way, most of the places he passed were owned by Yan Party officials. Many of these officials sent officers and soldiers to protect him along the way, but no one came forward to see Yan Song.
Just like the bandits, I protect you along the way so as not to take the blame. I don't see Yan Song just to clear up the relationship. I am not a strict party, and I never have been!
It wasn't until Yan Song entered Jiangxi that all the officials along the road heaved a collective sigh of relief. From now on, it has nothing to do with us whether you love him or not. It's all the business of Jiangxi officials.
Yan Song's ancestral home has been turned into a mansion and was confiscated by Jiajing and used as a palace. Naturally, he has no place to live.
Yan Song wanted to rent a house to live in, but the people hated Yan Shifan so much that no one would rent a house to him, and even the inn refused to do his business.
Yan Xi followed Yan Song all the way, eating and sleeping in the open, and was in extreme pain. He knew that Yan Song's reputation was not very good, but he did not expect it to be this bad.
Since ancient times, there have been many powerful officials, but few have been so hated after being laid off. Thinking about it, this is all the fault of Yan Shifan, and it is only natural for a son to repay his debt to his father.
In desperation, Yan Song thought of the last resort and came to the clan ancestral hall and asked to see the clan leader, hoping that the clan leader could find a place for him.
When the clan leader saw Yan Song, he fell to his knees with a plop. Yan Song smiled and nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Yan Xi who had a straight face: How about it, I still have some face, right?
Before Yan Xi could breathe a sigh of relief, the clan leader had already spoken: "Yan Song, what are you doing here?
Yan Shifan committed a serious crime of treason. Our clan held a meeting overnight and your family has been expelled! "
Yan Song was furious: "You are so outrageous. Are you going to expel your citizenship just because you said it would be expunged? My ancestors are on top..."
The patriarch interrupted him: "It doesn't matter that you are my ancestor, I just ask you not to have anything to do with us!
Who would have known that Banzai would think of it again that day and implicate the nine tribes! If you still know that your ancestors are on top, please leave as soon as possible! "
Old Yan Song burst into tears. After he became rich, how much care would he give to the clan? How many members of the clan have passed his studies and passed the examinations and entered official careers?
Now that he has been convicted and ended up in such a situation, it is really heart-breaking. He turned around and staggered away, followed closely by Yan Xi.
The clan leader got up, looked at Yan Song's back, and suddenly shouted.
"Yan... Master Yan, it's not that I'm ungrateful and don't remember your kindness to the clan.
I bear the wealth and lives of hundreds of people in my clan! I cannot be ashamed of my ancestors! This ancestral hall will not dare to keep you.
After Xia Yan's house was confiscated and his family was exterminated, an old man in our clan said that since we were all from Jiangxi, it was better for enemies to be reconciled than to be sworn off, so they secretly asked Taoist priests to build a tomb for resolving grievances in the wild fields to the west.
If you have nowhere to go, there is a hut next to the tomb, which is a temporary residence when the clan sends people to visit the tomb during holidays. I can secretly send someone to send you some grain and rice. "
Yan Song paused, then staggered away without stopping. Yan Xi followed closely, supporting Yan Song, all the way to the west.
The Jie Yuan Tomb is very small, because it only contains letters between Xia Yan and Yan Song.
At that time, Xia Yan valued Yan Song's talent and learning, and he was a fellow from Jiangxi Province, so he promoted Yan Song. The two were both teachers and friends, and they also enjoyed each other's friendship over wine.
The tomb is right next to the Jie Yuan Tomb. There is only one room with a brick and mud stove in it. There is an iron pot on the stove and some firewood piled next to it.
There was a quilt on the wooden bed, but nothing else. The doors and windows are dilapidated and make a whining sound when the wind blows. It is particularly desolate in this wilderness.
Fortunately, along the way, it was already early summer, and it was no longer cold inside the house. After Yan Xi made a fire to cook the rice he was carrying, the two of them took a random bite and lay down to sleep with the fatigue and frustration of running around.
There was only one bed and one quilt, so naturally it was Yan Song who came to sleep. Yan Xi found some straw from the firewood pile, spread it on the ground, and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Yan Xi opened his eyes and couldn't sleep anymore. He was not a member of the clan, he was a servant Yan Song bought from the market, and signed a death contract.
Yan Song had great trust in him and promoted him to the position of housekeeper step by step, making him a real big shot in the capital, a big shot that even the fourth and fifth grade officials did not look down upon.
After Yan's mansion was raided, he did follow Yan Song sincerely, but at that time, he never thought that the price of being a loyal servant would be so high.
He is only in his forties, unlike Yan Song, who has already been buried deep in his throat, and there is no tomorrow for today. How can he survive such a day?
What's more, who knows when the emperor will think of this and suddenly fall out. If he is by Yan Song's side then, he might be buried with him.
Yan Xi quietly got up and came to Yan Song's bed. Yan Song was really exhausted and fell asleep unconsciously.
Yan Xi gently put his hand into Yan Song's arms and touched the gold and silver notes hidden by Yan Song.
Yan Song muttered in his sleep, which sounded like "East Tower" and "Madam". Yan Xi paused for a moment, continued to take out his hand, and tiptoed out.
Yan Song suddenly shouted: "Yan Xi!"
Yan Xi stood stiffly on the ground, not daring to move.
Then I heard Yan Song say vaguely: "Keep an eye on the courtyard in the east building and don't let him cause too much mischief."
The snoring sounded again. Yan Xi turned around, took out two ingots of gold from the five in his hand, placed them gently on Yan Song's pillow, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, then turned and left.
Taking advantage of the night, Yan Xi ran wildly all the way until the east turned white before he stopped, touched the large amount of wealth in his arms, and walked excitedly towards the official road.
Take a carriage and leave far away from here, leave Jiangxi, and live the rest of your life anonymously!
His vest felt cold and there was a sharp pain. Yan Xi turned around in disbelief and saw the attacker with his face covered in black cloth, cursing breathlessly.
"Damn, he ran so fast that I chased him all night. I followed Yan Song for so long just waiting for an opportunity to strike without hurting anyone.
It doesn’t matter if you fell into the water first and got the moon first, I’ll take advantage of the bad guys, and you’re not Yan Song. No one will pursue you if I kill you! "
The moment Yan Xi was dragged by the thief's legs and thrown off the cliff, he suddenly remembered Xiao Feng's words and shouted, his last words echoing in the valley.
"It's so damn accurate!"
Summer has turned to autumn, autumn has turned to winter, and Yan Song has spent more than half a year in the tomb. All major events in the world have nothing to do with him, and no one tells him.
He doesn't know everything that happened after leaving the court, it's like his timeline is completely separated from other timelines.
He had never met even the tribesmen who came to bring him rice and grain. They all left them at his door while he was sleeping at night.
Yan Xi ran away without leaving him a penny. He was not angry or sad. He felt that it was very valuable that Yan Xi could accompany him to this point.
This is saline-alkali land and cannot grow food, so it has become a wilderness. What he does every day is to walk around, pick up some firewood, and dig some wild vegetables.
No one comes here. Firstly, there is nothing worth coming here. Secondly, the adults control the children and do not let them come. They are afraid that they will meet Yan Song and say something unsafe.
The rest of the time, he sat in front of the small grave to resolve his grievances, talking to Xia Yan in his imagination about the past years and about himself.
"Xia Yan, it's not that I want to kill you, it's that you are too ignorant. It's the emperor who wants to kill you, and I'm just following the trend."
"Xia Yan, it's not me who wants to kill you. Qiu Luan, Lu Bing, and Tao Zhongwen are all going to kill you. I'm just taking the lead."
"Xia Yan, Long Live did not sentence you to be executed by the whole family, but you failed to leave any children. In fact, you were executed by the entire family.
Now my wife is dead, my daughter-in-law is dead, and my son is also dead. Long Live did not sentence me to be executed, but in fact I am almost the same as you. "
"Xia Yan, I have a grandson who is engaged to be married to Lu Bing's daughter. Lu Bing promised to take care of him. I hope he keeps his word."
"Oh, this whirlwind is blinding my eyes. Are you angry? You don't have to be angry. Let me tell you, your granddaughter is also alive.
You old man is very cunning. You must have sent her away in advance, and you even lied to others that she was abducted by someone else! "
"Xia Yan, winter is here, and the wild vegetables are all frozen to death. There were two extra cabbages in the rice the clan leader sent yesterday. I made a pot of soup.
I had forgotten that Chinese cabbage soup turns out to be so delicious! When I was a kid, I was studying. My mother would make cabbage soup for me in winter. There was meat in it!
Later, my mother died, but I married Ouyang. She also made cabbage soup for me in winter and gave me all the meat to eat, but she didn't eat a bite. "
"Later I became an official and became prosperous. The more I ate, the better. Gradually, I forgot the taste of cabbage soup, but cabbage soup is the most delicious thing in the world!"
"Xia Yan, Chinese New Year is coming soon and it's snowing heavily. It's rare to see such heavy snow in Jiangxi. I don't know what the sign is.
I crawled for a long time today before I got up and went out to see you. Maybe tomorrow, I won't be able to climb out.
I may come down to see you soon. If you hate me then, just beat me, whatever you want, as long as you don't talk to me.
This year, I have been talking to you all the time, but you never pay attention to me. When I go down, can you say a word to me? "
On New Year's Eve, fireworks were rising in the distant eastern villages. In the snowy wilderness, the small Jie Yuan Tomb and the small tomb are all covered in white snow.
There was no light from the fire, and the clay stove was cold and cold. In the iron pot on the clay stove, there was a small mouthful of cabbage soup left. The cabbage was fished out cleanly, leaving only the soup.
Yan Song leaned on the bed. He didn't want to lie down. He knew that if he lay down, he would never get up again.
He opened the door so that he could see the fireworks in the village far, far away.
The biting cold wind blew on his face, but he felt nothing. He only felt that his whole body was warm, and the house was gradually disappearing, and the voices of people were gradually becoming noisy.
In a blink of an eye, he was named on the gold medal list and stood in the golden palace looking up at the then Emperor Hongzhi. He was such a good emperor, but it was a pity that he was ill and could not serve him.
In the blink of an eye, he recovered from his illness and looked at Emperor Zhengde in the leopard room. He was really a demon king. He was not like his father at all, but he was very polite to the ministers.
In the blink of an eye, Jiajing ascended the throne, and he rose up the ranks step by step. He got rid of Xia Yan and became the chief minister, with monopoly power, one person below ten thousand people.
In the blink of an eye, Yan Shifan was dragged down from the Golden Palace. He knelt down to say goodbye to Jiajing. He was seen off by Xiao Feng at the gate of the city. He was tested by official officials. He had a bumpy journey and was homeless.
Yan Song took two sharp breaths, and then found his parents standing under the eaves, watching him set off firecrackers, smiling and asking him to run away and not to collapse.
He ran forward two steps, but in a blink of an eye, he was standing under the eaves, watching the little Yan Shifan set off firecrackers, and shouted loudly for Yan Shifan to run away and not to collapse.
Someone called his name and he turned around. It was his wife. Ouyang tied up her apron and stretched out her hand to him.
"Ms. sir, the medicine and cabbage soup are ready. You drink the cabbage soup first, and then the medicine. You will definitely get better soon!"
Yan Song reached out, held his wife's warm little hand, and walked through the white snow into the small, ordinary, but warm hut.
"Madam, I will never take a concubine in my life, believe it or not."
"I rarely write author's words, but I will write two sentences this time as a farewell to Yan Song. From various official and unofficial histories, we can see that he had great ambitions and wanted to help the world and bring peace to the people. He was a powerful minister, but also a treacherous minister. , but when the Yan Party was truly the most arrogant and vicious, it should be Yan Shifan who was even more involved. "A virtuous wife brings few troubles to her husband, and a son is filial to his father and has a broad heart." I wish all readers, as children, to be upright and kind; as parents, to teach their children well."
