As the sun sets and dusk falls, the fishermen sing late.

On the south bank between the two peaks, next to the official road.

A large Zhou Dynasty princess-sized carriage was parked by the roadside.

The White Tiger Guards patrolling around seemed not to be surprised by the carriage, and no one came forward to interrogate it.

It's just that the current shaft of the car is a bit strange.

There was no one in the carriage, but there was someone behind the curtain on the carriage.

Wei Anhui looked at the sun setting in the distance "downcast" through the rose-red tulle on the carriage shaft.

Regarding the perspective, the setting red sun happened to be between the south peak and the north peak of the twin peaks, and it fell behind the river in the middle.

Wei Anhui looked a little lost in thought.

Once upon a time, a retainer of the Wei family came from the east coast. When presenting a treasure to her father, His Royal Highness, Prince Liang, he told her that the sun on earth rises from the end of the East China Sea every day, and as it goes west, it is suspected that it will also fall.

Similar to "Western Sea".

When Wei Anhui was a child, he overheard outside the palace gate and wondered more than once whether a fireball as big as the sun would make a "stinging" sound similar to that of a soldering iron and water every time it fell into the sea. Is it normal?

The sound is ten thousand times louder.

Even now, she still thinks about it occasionally, but she no longer has the perplexing obsession she had when she was a child, because now she understands that there are many things in the world that have no answers, so why bother herself so often.

"Why is the princess coming out?"

Just when Wei Anhui was lost in thought, Wei Wu came from a distance and climbed into the carriage's driver's seat.

He still looks the same as before.

The groom's clothing and a white cloth strip on his head.

Wei Anhui withdrew his gaze and looked at Wei Wu, and found that there seemed to be a string of beads in his hand, which he had put into his sleeve. His appearance was unclear, and it seemed that they were given by his uncle, King Wei.

Speaking of similar Buddhist beads, Sister Rong seems to have a bunch of white jade ones in her hand...

Seeing Wei Anhui dumbfounded and silent, Wei Wu asked again:

"Where is that purple dress? Has the princess met Rong Nushi?"

Wei Anhui shook his head.

"Sister Rong didn't see me. I asked Commander Yi to send the skirt in. She just came back from Xunyang City and passed by here..."

Wei Wu nodded lightly.

Wei Anhui glanced in the direction of Xunyang Grottoes and asked:

"What did Uncle Wu just do?"

Wei Wudao lowered his eyes: "I will go and collect the third son's memorial tablet and ashes. The princess will take them back the next day."

"good."

Wei Anhui pursed her lower lip. Wei Wu suddenly asked:

"Why did the princess invite Li Fusu? Didn't you let us invite him before? Why did you take the initiative to invite him this time?"

Wei Wu turned around and couldn't see the specific expression of the little princess behind the rose-red curtain. He could only see her seemingly bowing her head.

Wei Anhui did not answer, but asked:

"Uncle Wu, why do you want me to leave early on the 15th?"

Wei Wu did not blame him for the previous incident, and nodded with a dull expression:

"That day could be dangerous."

Wei Anhui asked: "Are there rebels? Then it won't be dangerous for us to go to Hukou County. I heard that there are water thieves there, and the officers and soldiers are suppressing the bandits."

Wei Wu shook his head: "We have sent people to make arrangements in advance. Princess, you can rest assured and just set off."

Wei Anhui whispered: "Don't worry and go there..."

She felt the carriage beneath her suddenly start to move. It was Wei Wu starting the carriage.

The man with a Chinese character who was driving suddenly said:

"Princess, he doesn't seem to be responding to you this time. It's useless for you to call him."

Wei Anhui behind the curtain said nothing.

…

"Wu...Mr. Wu."

In Xingzifang and Chengtian Temple, two old friends were meeting again in front of a courtyard.

Yuan Huaimin couldn't help shouting.

The lean little old man patted his shoulder, looked him up and down with some satisfaction, and asked kindly:

"Why, don't you invite me to come in and sit down?"

Yuan Huaimin's first reaction was to pass by the lean old man a little nervously and walk outside the door. He looked around at the alleys around him, as if he was worried about something.

"I'm only one person, little Huaimin doesn't need to look any further."

The lean little old man waved his hands and said calmly.

Yuan Huaimin confirmed that no one was around, turned around, and found that Mr. Wu had walked into the yard with his hands behind his back.

He had no choice but to follow in, close the courtyard door tightly, hang up a wooden sign, and refuse visitors.

The lean little old man first walked around the courtyard with great interest.

Yuan Huaimin followed behind, feeling a little at a loss.

He is obviously tall and tall, but he is as reserved as a little daughter-in-law when he is following behind a skinny old man.

"Is this your yard for two people to live in?"

"Um."

"You are the same wherever you are. You are alone and live a comfortable life. No matter what your situation is, as long as there is wine and music. When I first saw you in the ruined temple in Chang'an, I knew you were such a person. Drinking

I was so drunk that I didn't know where I was when I woke up. I even licked my face and asked my husband to borrow money.

"I was so poor that I painted for bald donkeys at that time. I'm quite old. I can't lend you any money. I'm really not ashamed. You even boasted to Haikou that day, saying that your ancestors were rich, that they had a lot of money and spent money like water.

, take me back some day, take whatever you want, and your ancestors will pay... As a result, I didn’t see you paying off the debt until I left Chang’an, hahaha.

Yuan Huaimin felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.

Can't help but say:

"But I still took you back, Mr. Wu, and gave you things. I fulfilled my promise. Only now do I know that the things I gave you back then will cause great trouble..."

Wu Daozi didn't seem to hear, he moved forward with his hands behind his back and said with a smile:

"However, your optimism and open-mindedness, as if you are coming back after all your money has been spent, are very to my liking."

Yuan Huaimin wanted to speak but stopped.

Wu Daozi suddenly stopped in front of a study room. His originally smiling expression was stunned for a moment, and with a soft "Huh", he walked into the room, picked up a stack of scrolls on the table, and looked at it carefully.

Wu Daozi turned around and said somewhat seriously:

"You are still painting. The painting skills I taught you back then have not fallen behind at all. On the contrary, you are getting better and better. But I don't see you using it to become famous."

Yuan Huaimin shook his head: "It's just a temporary fix. Doesn't Mr. Wu also know that I want to present a painting to the saint?"

Wu Daozi clicked his tongue and said in surprise: "No, you are not improvising at all. You have already mastered my painting skills, so there is no need to be modest."

Yuan Huaimin said nothing.

At the same time, he did not say that during his tenure as Sima in Jiangzhou, in addition to specializing in painting, he was also obsessed with pipa music and other skills, and he recently studied straight wooden sticks with Brother Li Yu... They are all useless, or

It’s something I don’t want to use, but it’s interesting.

Wu Daozi put down the scroll, walked back to the courtyard, and sat down leisurely.

Yuan Huaimin was helpless and stepped forward to pour him tea. During the break, he lowered his eyes and said:

"I have always been puzzled. Mr. Wu, you have such superb painting skills. After you became famous for your paintings in the Chang'an Buddhist Temple, even the Second Saint came to invite you in person, and you were honored and favored. Why didn't you continue painting in the palace back then?"

"Then little Huaimin, why don't you show off your painting skills, um, and the elegance of poetry, why do you shut up, and why don't you go and praise the peaceful and prosperous times to the Queen of Zhou?"

Yuan Huaimin was speechless.

Wu Daozi took the tea cup, looked down at the tea, and asked:

"It must have been a bad fall back then. I've never seen any of your masterpieces of poetry come out. Chang'an lost a great and uninhibited talent, but Xunyang in Jiangzhou gained a shabby Sima who liked to be late drunk and late."

Yuan Huaimin whispered: "I deserve it. I shouldn't criticize the government."

Wu Daozi said calmly:

"I think your poem is right. She Wei Zhao is Si Chen, a thief who stole the country. What's wrong with the few lines of complaints in the literati's poems? Playing with the literary inquisition is the same as hiding one's ears and stealing the bell, so no one is allowed to say it?"

One hundred years later, it will still be written in the history of history that she, Wei Zhao, stole the country in the first year of Daqian Tianshou."
To be continued...