Liu Mingzhi followed Wei Yong into the courtyard. Once he entered the courtyard, Liu Mingzhi was even more shocked by the simplicity of the courtyard.
It can be said that it is so ordinary that it can no longer be ordinary.
There is a stone table, four stone benches, and a fence beside the wall. Several chickens, ducks and other poultry are kept in the fence.
There is a medium-sized well next to the fence. Next to the well is a small vegetable field that has been reclaimed. The vegetable field is filled with thick snow. Young Master Liu does not know what kind of vegetables are grown in it. It will grow in the spring of next year. What's coming
Although the environment in the courtyard is not as open-minded and natural as the one in Tao Yuanming's poem about picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan, it is also incompatible with the standard of living that a retired prime minister of Wei Yong should have.
A household minister like Lao Jiang could buy a mansion to live in his old age after becoming an official, let alone Wei Yong, the current prime minister.
Judging from Wei Yong's behavior when he opened the door in person, Wei Yong didn't even have a servant to serve him. He should have done everything himself and was self-sufficient.
Wei Yong's life far exceeded Liu Mingzhi's expectations.
It can even be said that it is completely unimaginable.
Is this still the left prime minister who is on equal footing with the right prime minister and calls the shots in the court?
"King Bingjian, please sit down. I'll make you a pot of tea."
"Thank you, thank you."
Wei Yong went to the nearby stove to make tea with a natural expression. Liu Mingzhi also took the time to look at the layout of Wei Yong's room.
Although it is simple, it is clean, so clean that it makes people feel peaceful involuntarily.
Although it is not spotless, every arrangement is extremely comfortable and gives people the feeling that these things should be placed here. Putting them elsewhere will destroy the peace and tranquility of the room.
There is a thick quilt that has been neatly arranged on top of the simple bed, and there is a medium-sized wardrobe beside the bed, which matches the bed perfectly.
There is a desk on the left side, and behind the desk is a surprisingly large bookshelf filled with books.
The most abundant thing in the whole house is probably books.
Liu Mingzhi was shocked again. Wei Yong's life was a bit too...
"King side by side, a cup of coarse tea and fresh water, I hope you don't dislike it!"
"Tea, please."
"Thank you very much for allowing the Prime Minister to make tea. No matter how ordinary tea is, it is extraordinary."
Wei Yong chuckled twice and blew the tea in his hand: "Things are in the past. There is no prime minister now, just a country man. Tea is just ordinary tea. It is not as magical as King Bingjian said, no matter how powerful the old man is. , even this ordinary Longjing can’t brew the flavor of Jinshan clouds.”
Liu Mingzhi moved the tea lid and took a sip of the tea in the cup. He could only describe it as bitter. Although it was slightly sweet after the bitter taste, Young Master Liu still couldn't get used to drinking this kind of tea.
Holding the tea in his hand as a source of warmth, Liu Mingzhi looked at Wei Yong opposite, who was tasting the tea with a look of enjoyment, with complex eyes.
"Prime Minister Wei's life is really open-minded and natural. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would have dared to believe that the old man in front of me was Mr. Wei, the left prime minister who had all the power in the past."
Wei Yong looked at Liu Mingzhi quietly, revealing a hint of self-deprecation: "If you advance, you will guide the country, if you retreat, you will linger. Life is unpredictable, and people cannot help themselves."
"It is precisely this unpredictable and unpredictable situation that is life. If everything is clear, what is the taste of life? It is said that being confused has its own benefits."
"It's just that God doesn't seem to be willing to let the old man live the rest of his life in a muddle. With the arrival of the prince, it seems that God won't even give the old man a chance to survive."
Liu Mingzhi didn't need to think too much about the meaning of Wei Yong's words to know what he wanted to express. It was nothing more than the old grudge between him and his third uncle Ling Daoming.
Liu Mingzhi's eyes gradually became calm, staring closely at Wei Yong opposite him.
"It seems that Prime Minister Wei knows the purpose of my visit. In this case, I am curious, are you not afraid at all?"
Wei Yong showed an open-minded smile and reached out to gesture to the teacup in Young Master Liu's hand.
"Your Majesty, please drink tea. The answer lies in the tea."
Liu Mingzhi was startled, looked down at the tea cup in his hand for a while, and looked up at Wei Yong opposite. He really couldn't figure out what medicine Wei Yong was selling in his gourd.
Even though he knew that his enemy was visiting, he could still be so calm and calm.
Has Wei Yong really reached the state of inaction where he can ignore everything, or does Wei Yong have other plans?
From the moment he saw Wei Yong, Liu Mingzhi felt that his mood was completely chaotic, so chaotic that he almost forgot the purpose of his visit.
He doubtfully picked up the tea cup in his hand, and Liu Mingzhi drank most of the tea in one gulp.
bitter!
Still bitter!
Liu Mingzhi sipped the tea, closed his eyes slightly and tasted it slowly. Feeling the sweetness of the tea gradually returning to his taste buds, Liu Mingzhi swallowed it slowly.
The bitter taste in the mouth at first is gone, and there is only a refreshing fragrance and sweet taste.
Liu Mingzhi licked the corners of his mouth thoughtfully, drank the remaining tea in the cup and tasted it again.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the teacup in his hand in disbelief. From the beginning when he was not used to it, he vaguely fell in love with the taste of this kind of tea.
"Good tea, please refill."
Wei Yong stood up, lifted the teapot on the stove and refilled Mr. Liu's cup of tea with graceful movements.
"I wonder if the prince has the answer after drinking it?"
Liu Mingzhi shook his head with a somewhat disappointed look.
"There seems to be a clear understanding, but there is no way to find it."
Liu Mingzhi slowly took off the Heavenly Sword from his waist and slapped it on the table without any pretense. His eyes were coldly looking at Wei Yong, who was staring at the Heavenly Sword in his hand and had no reaction.
"Is there another secret behind what happened back then?"
Wei Yong didn't answer, and quietly looked at the Heavenly Sword in Liu Mingzhi's hand.
"What a sword. This sword should be the heavenly sword in the hands of the old master Wen Renzheng of the past, right? It is indeed extraordinary and daunting."
"This sword has been passed down through dozens of generations. Your Majesty should be the heir of the Heavenly Sword who has made this sword drink the most blood."
"The sword is psychic and recognizes its owner on its own. The sword cannot be unsheathed easily, and it will drink blood when it comes out. The prince has not buried the reputation of the Heavenly Sword. It is a blessing for the sword and a blessing for people!"
Wei Yong did not return to Liu Mingzhi's question. Instead, he stared at Tianjian and said a lot of compliments.
I don't know if he didn't hear Liu Mingzhi's question, or if he was talking about him by praising Tianjian.
"Is there another secret behind what happened back then?"
Wei Yong's expression of wonder gradually calmed down as he looked at Tianjian. He raised his hand and gently drank the tea in the cup.
"Hey! It's a twenty-year-old incident that should have disappeared long ago. What difference does it make whether there is a secret or not?"
"When a person dies, like a lamp going out, the past is gone. What difference does it make if it is mentioned or not?"
"If the prince comes to visit his former colleagues and old friends, I will naturally welcome him. If Mr. Liu comes to seek revenge for old grudges, he can do anything."
"I am an old man who is dying. If he dies, he will die."
"If Lao Chan's death can resolve the hatred that has been buried in Master Liu's heart for many years, then what's the point of Lao Chan's death? Please draw Master Liu's sword!"
Liu Mingzhi looked at the smiling Wei Yong opposite, his pupils gradually narrowed, and the palm holding the scabbard could not help but tremble.
"You said it yourself, the sword will drink blood when it is unsheathed. Once the sword is unsheathed, you will have no chance to regret it."
"You really think that I don't dare to kill you."
Wei Yong chuckled and drank all the tea in the cup, put down the cup and looked at Liu Mingzhi calmly.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!”
"The easiest way to settle a grudge is to die and wipe out the debt. The old man is willing to die."
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