"Xuanyi Sect? Could it be the national teacher? This... is not right, it shouldn't be!"

Sima Xiangle frowned and thought about it, but still puzzled. He looked at Sima Wende and said, "De'er, how did the Empress Dowager say it?"

Originally, Sima Wende did not take the Empress Dowager's words seriously, so he passed on the Empress Dowager's words to Sima Xiangle to see what his father's opinion was.

If even the national teacher is not on their side, then their Sima family really has no support.

Seeing that his father didn't believe it, he felt relieved and said to Sima Xiangle: "Grandmother said that the emperor died strangely. With his body, he should not have a sudden outbreak of illness. So my grandmother suspected that Xuanyimen was on the head. After all, people in the world have endless means, and maybe it is possible..."

Sima Xiangle asked again: "Your grandmother is talking about Xuanyi Sect, not the national teacher?"

Sima Wende nodded and said, "Well, I'm also very surprised. Isn't the national master a member of Xuanyi Sect? He is still in the position of deputy head. Doesn't my grandmother think it was done by the national master? But if there is no arrangement by the national master, how can the Xuanyi Sect act in this deep palace?"

Sima Xiangle frowned and said nothing.

"Father? What did you think of?"

When Sima Wende asked him, Sima Xiangle shook his head slightly and said, "I can't figure it out, nor can I explain it."

"What?"

Sima Xiangle looked at Sima Wende and asked, "Tell me, what is the benefit of Xuanyi Sect if it is done by Xuanyi Sect? Why do they do this? When the late emperor was in power, he respected the national master very much, and this Xuanyi Sect was even more grateful to the emperor. I remember that the previous national master, that is, when Lu Boyong Guishan, the head of Xuanyi Sect, took over as the head of Xuanyi Sect, his father had personally visited Xuanyi Sect to watch the ceremony. If he could get such favor from the royal family, he was the only one in the world. If Xuanyi Sect harmed the late emperor, it would not make sense."

Sima Wende thought for a while and said, "What my father said is so much. I have also asked my grandmother. There is no evidence for her grandmother, she is just a guess in her heart."

Sima Xiangle shook his head and said, "Your grandmother is old and it is easy to think too much. De'er, now the only people we can rely on are the national teacher. If we still doubt it, we will not have to think about anything and can only sit and wait for death."

Sima Wende nodded and said, "It's very strange. My grandmother clearly asked me to ask the national teacher for help, but in the end she suspected that there was something wrong with the Xuanyi Sect. Maybe my grandmother really thought about it a little too much."

Sima Xiangle stood up and said to Sima Wende: "De'er, today you, my father and son are destined to be seen. It can be seen that God is favoring our Sima family. You must be careful. Who is trustworthy in the court and the country is a trustworthy person? You must have a clear idea of ​​who is trustworthy in the court and the country. If no one is trustworthy, try your best to promote a few people. You don't have to hold an important position, but someone must speak for you. In addition, as an imperial teacher, you, a disciple, should let go of your identity and ask the national teacher for advice on governing the country. Remember, let the national teacher see your sincerity."

Sima Wende had a firm look in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Father, don't worry."

Sima Xiangle patted his shoulder and said, "De'er, you've suffered, go, I can't go there for the time being when your grandmother comes. I'll go there again when your aunt enters the palace."

Sima Wende was a little reluctant and said, "Father, why don't I go and talk to the national master and don't be imprisoned in this palace."

Sima Xiangle said seriously: "You are filial to your father, but De'er, you must remember that there is only one emperor allowed in this palace. You, my father and son have not been seen in these years. Do you still understand the truth?"

Sima Wende opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, just said, "Father, that child is gone."

Sima Xiangle had already turned his back and waved his hand gently.

Sima Wende looked at Sima Xiangle's back and suddenly realized that his father's back had a slightly arched bow.

He saluted slightly, and he turned and left.

He didn't see Sima Xiangle, who turned his back to him, had two lines of tears.

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Ning Yun saw that Lao Guangluo didn't care about face, so he lost his voice. He stretched his arm forward, folded his fan in his hand, slapped him a few times, and said, "Decades have passed. You have practiced your qi cultivation skills well. Now that things have come to this, I am still comfortable for Master Lao. Don't be impatient, and you can't even enjoy this old age."

Lao Guangluo closed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, his expression had returned to normal, and then smiled and said, "I don't have a good memory, I have forgotten some things long ago. What's going on with Mr. Ning? But it's okay."

Ning Yun gently retracted the folding fan, shook it a few times by himself, and said lightly: "I just remember the old friend and came to talk about the past."

Lao Guangluo glanced at Ning Yun with a light look, and he was really a character who kept his face silent when talking nonsense.

"If you want to reminisce about the past, I will accompany you to reminisce about the past. How can I be safe when I respect my teacher?"

Lao Guangluo has also given up his promise. Now that things have come to this point, what else can he do? Besides, in this capital of Qingzhou, can he even commit a violent crime? Besides, his hands are not vegetarian.

Even in the general's mansion, he never slacked off and insisted on practicing martial arts every day, hoping that one day he could kill his enemies.

Ning Yun chuckled and said, "Then you have to congratulate you, you have to take revenge."

The pupils of Lao Guang roll shrank.

Ning Yunqing poured himself a bowl of tea, put the folding fan on the table, and took a sip. Seeing that he was silent, he put down the tea bowl and asked, "What? Don't believe it?"

Lao Guangluo's eyes suddenly became a little dim, and he seemed to have less energy.

Seeing this, Ning Yunqing said lightly: "Great revenge is to be repaid, how could Lord Lau be so unhappy?"

Lao Guangluo picked up the bowl cover and scraped it slowly. Seeing the tea leaves in the tea bowl floating up and down, he suddenly felt that today's tea seemed to be putting more, a little bitter.

With a long sigh, he stood up and held his hands behind his back, and said softly: "I know you have the ability to find me. I am tired today, so let's talk about it later."

Ning Yun chuckled and said loudly: "Cousin is walking slowly, my nephew will go to the General's Mansion to visit you in two days."

Lao Guangluo was stunned for a moment, then nodded and walked downstairs.

Seeing that Lao Guangluo left in a bad mood, a group of tea guests were curious. Someone whispered to the person beside him: "It must be that Lord Lao's face was pressed against his cold butt, and his juniors lost his face. He was not very happy. Otherwise, Lord Lao would not have been able to sit for a while when he came here to drink tea."

Another person responded: "It makes sense for you to say this. I think it's like, look at what that person said in the last two days, and there are such powerful cousins ​​in the clan who say this. Could it be that this person has some origin?"

Ning Yunqing ignored the chatter and discussion of tea lovers. They were all people who had nothing to do after eating and had nothing to do. They liked to use other people's affairs to accompany tea, which really made people feel disgusted.

With his fingertips on the table, he was thinking about his next plan.

Lao Guangluo, who walked downstairs, threw a piece of silver on the counter and said, "Boss, remember, next time I come, I will change the tea leaves, and I will change my taste and try it."

The shopkeeper didn't know why Lord Lao took the money and nodded with a smile, watching Lord Lao, who looked unhappy with his hands behind his back, leave.

Walking slowly on the street, Lao Guangluo suddenly felt that life was boring. For the sake of stuttering, many people fought to the death, and for the sake of their wishes, they also played swords and rods, fighting and killing.

Even if you have a peaceful day, you are looking forward to something happening. Otherwise, it would be boring to live day after day, go around and draw circles like this.

Now that he can't even kill his enemies, he suddenly doesn't know why he has lived like this for more than 30 years?

He silently recited that name a thousand times every day, just to tell himself that even if he couldn't beat it, he would still try it.

It is said that a gentleman takes revenge. It is not too late for ten years. Maybe one day, he will be inferior to me. Even if he gently slaps before he dies, it will be considered that he has to take revenge.

Lao Guangluo thought that he would not be able to find Xu Ruo, because Penglai Pavilion had also found this person back then, but it was fruitless.

But with this thought in his mind, he felt that he still had hope of living.

Today, this hope is gone, and he doesn't think that this person named Ning Yunqing will lie to him.

And what happened back then actually had a lot to do with this man named Ning Yunqing.

More than 30 years ago, as a direct disciple of Penglai Pavilion, he went down the mountain to travel, fantasizing about being able to use his knowledge to be a hero and save the beauty. Perhaps there would be a girl who secretly agreed to him.

With confidence, he traveled to Xuzhou, drinking tea in a small tea stall next to an official road to quench his thirst. He asked the tea shopper about the customs and customs of Xuzhou. At this time, one person and a child also came to the tea stall.

The child looked less than ten years old, and he was so crazy. He was wearing a tiger-headed hat and holding a candy in his hand and was licking the man.

Lao Guangluo thought the child was very interesting, so he took a few more glances. The child even stuck out his tongue at him and made a face.

He smiled and shook his head, drinking herbal tea that tasted but was thirsty, thinking about whether to go to southern Xuzhou to take a look. He heard that there is something called coral on the beach, so it’s better to have a better experience.

Although he was from Qingzhou and the Penglai Pavilion in the sect was also a near-shore area, he had never seen this thing. He put down the tea bowl in his hand and threw down a few cents and was about to leave, but he never heard the child talking to the person who led him, so he sat for a while.

The child asked, "Sir, when will I be able to go home? I've been away from home for so long and I miss home."

The middle-aged man who looked in his thirties looked cold, glared at the child, and said, "Don't mess with me, even candy can't stop you. I have something to do. Please follow me honestly and don't cause trouble. Do you hear that?"

The child pouted, as if he was a little aggrieved, and opened his mouth and said, "Sir, I'm hungry."

The man took out a paper bag from his arms, opened it and handed it to the child one, picked up one and started eating it.

The child grabbed the steamed bun, pinched it hard, and muttered, "This touch is hard!"

The man said coldly: "If you like to eat, you will starve to death if you don't eat!"

The child didn't cry, but he looked very unhappy. He pouted and took a bite, and tried to swallow it with the tea.

In Lao Guanglu's eyes, this child must have been treated like this often, so he swallowed so much.

This child is really pitiful.

He reached into his arms, took out a piece of broken silver, and looked at the child. The child seemed to feel his gaze and looked over.

He waved his hand, and the child glanced at the gentleman. Seeing that he ignored it, he grabbed the candy man with one hand and pinched and ate two steamed buns with the other hand.

He whispered: "Child, uncle is hungry too. How about selling the steamed bun in your hand to uncle?"

After saying that, he put the broken silver on the table.

The child seemed to not recognize the money and did not say anything.

He smiled and whispered to the child: "Good kid, although this piece of money is not much, he can buy a lot of steamed buns, and even roast chicken and fat goose. You can buy whatever you want to eat at that time!"

The child turned around and glanced at the gentleman. The gentleman was just chewing on the steamed buns in his hand and drinking tea, ignoring it at all, as if the child had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that the husband ignored him, the child licked his lips, broke the steamed bun in half and handed it over and said, "Give it!"

Lao Guangluo was stunned. Unexpectedly, the child was so sensible. The half of the steamed bun he had eaten was left for him, and the other half was handed over.

He took the steamed bun and said, "Thank you, take this silver!"

The child looked at the silver on the table and turned to look at his husband.

The man who finished eating the steamed buns finally spoke: "If you think it's appropriate, just take it. It's all your love and my wish, and you decide for yourself."

This sounded very harsh to Lao Guangluo. He clearly had a kindness. Couldn't he see it?

The child thought about it and nodded, put the silver in his arms, smiled at Lao Guangluo and returned to his desk.

Lao Guangluo was a little displeased. The child didn't say thank you to him. He just thought he was sensible, so why was he so unfaithful in this kind of kindness?

It must be because of that person, and the child could not see any kindness of his intentions.
To be continued...