"Brother, the imperial city has arrived. You should go to my aunt first." Xie Wule said. The two of them had been in the imperial city for half a day, and Song Mingxing had been by Xie Wule's side. Xie Wule was grateful, but he couldn't let his eldest brother take risks with him.
Song Mingxing didn't take it seriously: "There's no rush over there. I'll follow my brother and finish the business first." Song Mingxing didn't think that his martial arts skills were so high that he could be of much help, but he could help at a critical moment, even if it was just to block the situation. Shooting a few feather arrows would make Xie Wule much more relaxed.
Seeing that Song Mingxing had no intention of leaving, Xie Wule took out an envelope and handed it to him, with a serious expression and a somewhat urgent tone: "Brother, this is what I wrote to Weiwei. I met her last time and we had a great conversation. But the parting was in a hurry, and before I could say anything, I wrote a letter to her. The letter also contained some instructions for Weiwei's consumption. If she is late, the consequences will be disastrous, so please give it to her as soon as possible."
Song Mingxing looked at the envelope handed over by Xie Wule, took the letter suspiciously, raised his eyes and looked at Xie Wule again. Xie Wule had disappeared. He sighed helplessly, put the letter in his arms, and walked towards Shu Mansion.
The crowd moved, and Xie Wule stood there looking at Song Mingxing's figure, then turned back and walked towards the palace.
The letter was written by him on the way here. He had already guessed that Song Mingxing would never leave easily, so he thought of using this method to distract him. The letter was about missing Weiwei. If Song Mingxing hadn't Follow me, and I will go to Shu Mansion in person to hand the letter to Weiwei.
But this also saves me a lot of things. I am afraid that when I go to Shu Mansion in person, I will see Weiwei again and fall into the gentle land. Weiwei keeps trying to stay after knowing that she may never return, and the feeling in her heart Faith will be shaken.
The letter not only contained his thoughts, but also explained his movements, saying that if he hadn't gone to Shu Mansion to look for her after half a year after receiving the letter, he wouldn't have to wait any longer.
Song Weiwei opened the door and saw Song Mingxing coming, she was surprised and happy: "Brother, why did you come to the imperial city!"
When Song Mingxing came, he thought about what Xie Wule said and was still a little worried. Seeing that Weiwei seemed fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and frowned, pretending to be sulky: "You can come, but I can't come?"
"I didn't say that, but I can't help you if you think so." Song Weiwei rolled her eyes and said sideways: "Come in!"
"Brother, do you know? Dad came here not long ago, but he didn't stay long before he went back to Qingzhou with his mother." Song Weiwei thought of the scene when Song Zhengjing came, and her mother cried with excitement.
"My father and I have met before." Song Mingxing said with a smile, then thought of something, and raised his eyebrows again: "My father and mother have gone back, why didn't you go back and are you still here? Grandpa and grandma still have to take care of them. you!"
"I originally said I would go back with my father and the others, but grandpa kept asking me to stay a little longer, so I stayed. And I have helped my grandpa and grandma a lot!" Song Weiwei said. But he didn't tell him the most important reason. He was still here to wait for Xie Wule to pick him up. I don’t know what the relationship between my brother and her husband is like now.
"Okay, okay. I'll go and say hello to grandpa and grandma first." After that, Song Mingxing left.
When Xie Wule came to the palace, it was far from as magnificent as he had imagined, just a little better than ordinary people. Perhaps as others have said, the current emperor is a man of purity.
"The important palace ahead! No one can enter! Leave quickly!" Xie Wule was still some distance away, so the soldiers in front warned loudly, and at the same time crossed their halberds to block the way.
Xie Wule stepped forward unhurriedly, with a smile on his face: "Brothers, I am Xu Bulao. After I heard that His Majesty the Emperor was looking for me, I came here. Please introduce me to him."
When those people heard this, their brows furrowed. One of them came forward, looked Xie Wule up and down, and then looked back at everyone: "Another Xu Bulao is here? Which one is this this month?"
The person being looked at thought for a moment, nodded and said: "This is the eighth one!"
"Hey, then Mr. Xu, come with me." The man sighed and turned around and walked towards the palace.
Just after His Majesty the Emperor said that he wanted to summon a man named Xu Bulao, almost every day someone claimed to be that Xu Bulao, trying to confuse the past and deceive His Majesty into rewarding him. If not for His Majesty Huairen, all these fake people would have been beheaded! This is called the crime of deceiving the emperor! But it is precisely because His Majesty was kind and spared these people that so many people came. Although His Majesty's kindness is a good thing, he is also too kind to these people. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. This person would sigh every time he thought about this.
Xie Wule didn't know why, so he followed closely and entered the palace.
"Go in!" The soldier gestured to Xie Wule and said.
Xie Wule looked at the room in front of him, yes, it was a room. Can this level of reduction reach this level? Although I have never seen what the main hall should look like, this room is not even as good as the one I had in Ning Binh. After hesitating for a while, seeing the sure look on the soldier's face, he walked in anyway.
"Are you Xu Bulao?" As soon as Xie Wule entered the door, he heard a loud voice. Looking along, he saw an old man who was sixty years old, sitting in the hall and looking at himself.
"Please take a seat."
Xie Wule was not polite and sat on a chair: "Your Majesty..."
"Ouch, I can't bear it. Look at me, an old man. How can I be the emperor? My name is Yan Shiguang, you can call me whatever you want." The old man hurriedly interrupted Xie Wule: "Before you see His Majesty, Let me verify your identity first to see if you are really the Xu Bulao who wrote the poem."
After listening to Yan Shiguang's words, Xie Wule recalled the conversation between the soldiers in front of the palace and realized that it was not just him who came under false pretense, but there were others before him who came under false pretences with their own agendas. This old man is also very particular in his words. He does not directly call you a fake person, but implies that you have the same name. Even if you are found out, you will not be too embarrassed and leave enough steps for you.
"Then how can Mr. Yan verify it?" Xie Wule said respectfully. Those who respect others will be hated by others. Xie Wule didn't care what Yan Guangguang's stance was, as such a virtuous person, he would naturally reciprocate with courtesy.
"Then it's natural to look at Brother Xu's poetry." Yan Shiguang said with a smile.
Xie Wule was shocked. Although he had asked Xu Changsheng for advice, he still didn't know much. It was difficult to fool Bai Ding. In Yan Shiguang's eyes, he was afraid that it would be full of flaws and he would be seen through soon.
"Brother Xu, please repeat the poem you wrote that day." Yan Shiguang said with a smile. It’s not that I just cheated on this job, it’s just that some fake people don’t even know this, which is really funny. Just by relying on this, I filtered out half of the fake people.
Xie Wule secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He could still memorize the poem, so he stood up. He recalled in his mind the appearance of Xu Changsheng when he recited the poem that day, and imitated his expression before reciting the poem.
Xie Wule paced back and forth in the room, his tone of voice fluctuating, sometimes sad, sometimes urgent. Yan Shiguang saw Xie Wule's sincerity and sincerity at the side, and it was very consistent with the artistic conception of the poem. He had not personally experienced that vigorous escape. His feelings could not be like this, and he could not achieve it himself. He already believed in his heart that Xie Wule was the real poet. .
Xie Wule chanted, recalling Liu Yucheng. Although there was some deviation from the poem, his emotions were more real and no longer a simple imitation. After reciting the poem, Xie Wule stood blankly for a moment, with tears falling from his cheeks. Then he came back to his senses and hurriedly wiped them away. She shed her tears and bowed to Yan Shiguang and apologized: "Yan is always laughing." He returned to his seat. I lament that poetry can be so powerful, but it’s a pity that I don’t know much about it.
"Hahaha, Brother Xu is really a strange person." Yan Guangguang admired. Xie Wule still felt strange, how could he be a strange person when he cried? "What about the woman and Brother Xu?" Yan Guangguang asked again.
"Hey." It turned out that Yan Guangguang had mistaken him for Xu Bulao. He was happy in his heart, but still looked sad on his face: "That woman died not long after she left home with me." Huh? What's going on? Tears flowed out again. You should be happy that you got through it.
Yan Shiguang was hurt when he saw Xie Wule's words, so he stopped asking questions and understood why he could write such an emotional poem.
After a long time, after Xie Wule calmed down, Yan Shiguang stopped asking anything else: "Brother Xu, come with me, and I will take you to see His Majesty."
Xie Wule nodded and finally waited for the main show to begin.
Shufu.
"Weiwei." Song Mingxing came out of the house and saw Song Weiwei sitting under the pavilion and called. He hadn't seen his grandparents for a long time. The two of them asked him a lot, which delayed them for some time before they came out.
"Huh? What's the matter?" Song Weiwei heard the sound and looked over.
"Come on, let's go inside and talk."
Song Weiwei responded lightly and followed Song Mingxing.
Song Mingxing took out the envelope given by Xie Wule and put it on the table: "Weiwei, this is written by Mr. Xie, whom you miss so much. He asked me to bring it to you."
Song Weiwei's cheeks were slightly red and she looked at the envelope: "Brother, have you also met Mr. Xie? Do you know about him?"
What do you know? Some of the monks in Song Mingxing were confused. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized: "Yes. Weiwei, although I know that you are devoted to Xiandi, Xiandi already has someone he likes. It happens that his surname is Song, and his name is Song Wenjie. I still want to advise you."
When Song Weiwei heard this, she looked incredulous. At first she said that Song Mingxing was talking about Liu Yucheng. When this unfamiliar name came out, she couldn't help but tremble. Naturally, she knew that Song Mingxing didn't know about her relationship with Xie Wule, but at the moment she was more concerned about what was going on with the woman named Song Wenjie.
"Oh, brother, please go out first, I want to be alone." Song Weiwei said. Song Mingxing saw that she was a little sad, so he sighed and left, Weiwei, I am doing this for your own good!
The three words "Song Wenjie" have been floating in Song Weiwei's mind, and they can't get rid of them. What happened to this woman? How did she seduce her husband? Song Weiwei certainly didn't want Xie Wule to do it, and she didn't want to think about it. She just thought that this person seduced Xie Wule, and she felt resentful and dissatisfied. He could accept Liu Yucheng because, firstly, she had been with Xie Wule for a long time and they were in love; secondly, she was no longer alive. Song Weiwei herself is still very possessive of Xie Wule.
And this woman who suddenly appeared was something I had never heard of, and she had just appeared next to her husband. She took advantage of her absence to attack her husband. Song Weiwei became angrier as she thought about it.
If your husband is so good, it is natural for him to be liked by others, and you should be happy. Now that things have happened, they can't be changed. Song Weiwei could only persuade herself in her heart.
Seeing the envelope on the table out of the corner of her eye, Song Weiwei remembered that this was something her husband had written to her. Song Weiwei was overjoyed when she remembered it, and her resentment suddenly dropped by half. She opened the envelope with her jade fingers and took out the letter paper.
