Dusk, 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 current bachelor of Huagaidian and the crown prince's junior master.
On weekdays, unless he had official duties, Han Yu would go to his study to practice calligraphy at this time every day. This was a habit he had never stopped for decades.
Today is no exception.
Although Han Yu looks skinny and frail, and even his face looks about ten years older than his actual age, his handwriting can be said to be: the shape is more muscular than the face, and the rhyme is angry and thirsty. , The momentum 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 match this kind of calligraphy attainment. If it were a civilian literati with his ability, I am afraid his tail would be raised to the sky.
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.
However, how many people in this world can really appreciate the beauty of his calligraphy?
Don’t most people measure the value of the work based on the author’s reputation or how much real money the work can convert into?
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 and famous, even if you are just scribbling on the paper, A few strokes and then a stamp, many people will regard it as a treasure... they can even discern a lot of profound meanings that even you yourself 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 naturally no longer regards 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 Han Yu's heart today, only power is something worthy of his lifelong struggle and something that 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 and 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 students are here."
Suddenly, there was a voice outside the study door, and it was a young man's voice.
When Han Yu heard this, he hesitated for a moment, then put down his pen and sat back on his chair.
"Come in." When he responded to these words, Han Yu's expression and state 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 must have realized that this young man who calls himself a "student" is quite close to Han Yu, because he came to the study door by himself and said hello, instead of being brought by the servants in the mansion. ...This shows that he has been coming and going frequently and freely in Han Yu's house.
"Student, please pay your respects to your teacher." After entering the study, Ma Xuan 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 the cup of tea at this moment mixed into a unique smell that stimulated Han Yu's emotions. Nerves allowed him to clearly go through what he was going to explain next in his mind before starting a conversation with the other party.
"Do you know what I asked you to do?" After taking a sip of tea, Han Yu's thoughts were sorted out, and he immediately asked.
"Uh...students don't know." Ma Xuansheng, who had just sat down, really didn't know why Lord Han asked him to come, so he replied.
After getting 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, how could this be sung? He didn't run the inn, nor did he live there, so what does this have to do with him?
But two seconds later...
"Don't understand yet?" Han Yu asked again in a more stern tone.
At this time, 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 and soon understood: the link between the four words "committing violence and causing trouble" and him... I am afraid that his younger brother Ma Er is the only one in the world.
"Teacher, could it be my younger brother..." Thinking of this, Ma Xuansheng quickly replied, "He is..."
After the word "again" came out of his mouth, Ma Xuansheng didn't know how to continue the words, because even if he said half a sentence more, 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 trouble..." Han Yu added this sentence when he saw the other party was hesitant.
The meaning is very clear, that is to say... In fact, you have nothing to hide. I have known about your brother's troubles for a long time.
When Ma Xuan Sheng heard this, he thought in his mind: I'm afraid it would be in vain to make excuses or claim that he didn't know what Ma Er was doing in the capital now. It would be better to retreat in order to apologize. Begging for mercy is the best policy.
then……
"Teacher, forgive me! My younger brother has been naughty since he was a child, and he has not changed his ways since he came to Beijing. Although the student knew it, it was difficult to restrain him due to brotherly love. It is all because of the student's lax discipline on him, so... "As Ma Xuansheng said this with an excited expression, he stepped 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, and we can put it on the table to talk about anything we have to say. There is no need to resort to this..." He paused. After a pause, he continued, "Xuan Sheng, you might as well think about it. If I wanted to punish you for Ma Er, I could have done it months ago. Why wait until today?"
When Han Yu said this, his expression suddenly became gloomy, and his tone also darkened: "I just didn't expect that you haven't dealt with such a small matter until now..."
Hearing this, 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 soon be the consort, a relative of the emperor, and your future is boundless..." Han Yu raised his head and looked at the ceiling forty-five degrees, and said in a long voice with a sigh-like tone, "My master, I don't want to hear news like 'The prince-in-law's younger brother is going to cause trouble in the capital tonight' from other people's mouths in the future..."
"Student... I understand..." When Ma Xuan replied, 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 Thicker than water, Xuan Sheng, if you have any inconvenience due to family ties, you can find someone to do it for you as a teacher."
"Teacher, you are too worried." When Ma Xuansheng stood up, his expression and tone were very firm, "This reputation of 'killing relatives for justice and eliminating harm for the people' is something students can only dream of... If it hadn't been for your guidance today, teacher, the student would have almost lost his mind." What a missed opportunity.”
"Haha..." Seeing his "good student" react like this, Han Yu couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of his heart, and secretly sighed that he had really seen the right person.
In Han Yu's opinion, it is this kind of people who can deny their relatives for the sake of political capital, this kind of people who can turn crises into opportunities... that are valuable to cultivate as wings; even if one day Ma Xuansheng tried to bring Han Yu down. Instead, as long as he has the ability, Han Yu is willing to admit defeat.
Of course, all readers should know that Ma Xuansheng will not survive that day...
Because tonight in the Baoyuan Inn, something like this was going to happen - Lin Yuancheng was drunk and struck a golden branch, and Linghu Xiang killed the consort in the manure pit.
