Guigu has always been a mysterious figure. During the Spring and Autumn Period, several people who promoted the Spring and Autumn Period were his disciples. It is precisely because of these people that there was a chaos in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Wang Yi's right hand stretched out quickly pulled back, looking vigilantly at the old man in front of him, with his right hand on his waist, there was a dagger there. Wang Yi did not use it in the battle with Zhao Yang, but he had to be careful here.

The old man looked at Wang Yi's appearance, stroked his beard, and burst into laughter.

Wang Yi not only knew Su Qin, but also knew very familiar with him. Because his writing was taught by Su Qin, but no one knew this secret, and only the old man who lived in Guigu and several disciples knew about it.

So, how did Song Jinmo know?

Wang Yi had to get nervous. Song Jinmo slowly took out something from his arms and handed it to Wang Yi. After Wang Yi took it, he carefully observed it.

It is a private seal with the letter: Wu'an Jun Su Jizi.

Wang Yi looked at the private seal carefully, looked at the material and feel, and after confirming that it was the private seal of the senior brother, he put down his vigilance and apologized to Song Jinmo: "It's abrupt, don't blame me."

Song Jinmo was not angry either. He wanted to play with this junior. He immediately said, "My friend is so serious, but I am very curious. What is the relationship between me and Mr. Su? It is worth Mr. Su asking me to help me to rescue the situation."

Wang Yi shook his head and said he didn't want to say much. Song Jinmo looked at Wang Yi's appearance and stopped exploring it. He picked up a piece next to him and landed it on the chessboard.

"My friend is here in Chang'an this time, but have something to do?"

Wang Yi looked at the chessboard and was speechless, not knowing whether he was thinking or thinking about the old man's words. Song Jinmo was not in a hurry and was quietly waiting for Wang Yi.

despair.

After thinking, Wang Yi made another move. However, Song Jinmo did not move and looked directly at Wang Yi.

Wang Yi smiled bitterly, knew that he could not escape, and said helplessly: "It's really inconvenient to say."

"It's okay." Song Jinmo waved his hand and signaled that there was no need to do so. "Mr. Su asked me to give me a message to my friend."

Wang Yi asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Jinmo's expression was serious, and he was as good as two people with his previous smile.

"Mr. Su wants my friend not to interfere in the Youzhou case back then."

Wang Yi suddenly looked up and looked at the old man in front of him without any hesitation. Song Jinmo was also full of momentum, looking at Wang Yi.

Suddenly, Wang Yi stood up, walked aside, and listened to the cry of insects coming from outside the window, "Do you want me to give up?"

"I can let go, but the tens of thousands of people in Youzhou could not let go back then."

"I can let go, but the 30,000 soldiers who lived and died with us back then could not let go."

Wang Yi glared at the old man sitting on the chair, the head of the literary world of the Ming Dynasty.

The old man looked at the angry Wang Yi and said slowly: "Your Majesty has issued an order to rehabilitate them."

"Don't think that the Emperor of the Li family could erase the stain of the past with an imperial edict. After all, without his father, our Emperor Taizong, we could all survive."

Wang Yi roared with a ferocious expression: "Everyone can let go, but we are the only ones who are surviving sinners cannot."

After saying that, Wang Yi slowly sat on the chair, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. His body seemed to have no support. He lay on the chair. He stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth. It was salty. Two lines of clear tears were left, and it turned out that he really couldn't let it go.

Song Jinmo said nothing for a long time. As an insider of the incident, he could not say much, but as a friend of Su Qin, he could not say a word.

It's just that this child has suffered.

The old man looked at Wang Yi sitting opposite him and burst into tears, and he felt a little sad.

A young man who should have been sunny and full of vitality was hit like this. It is really the sorrow of this world and the sorrow of us gentlemen.

Wang Yi wiped away his tears, stood up, and returned the private seal to Song Jinmo, "Please give it back to Senior Brother Su. I'm really sorry, I just lost my composure."

The old man listened to the words and did not take them over. Senior Brother Su, this title explains many problems. You must know that Su Qin was a guest of honor from various countries in the Spring and Autumn Period, and his combined technique gave the most powerful Daqin at that time a headache.

So Wang Yi dares to call Senior Brother Su, this relationship is a bit unusual.

After coming back to his senses, Wang Yi had disappeared in the room, and a private seal was falling on the table. Song Jinmo picked up the private seal, put it away, and inadvertently looked at the chessboard.

On the chessboard, the black pieces and the white pieces are in a staggered manner, but there is a draw.

Song Jinmo smiled bitterly, "I am worthy of being a disciple of Mr. Guigu."

After saying that, with a wave of his sleeve, the chessboard disappeared without a trace. After doing everything, Song Jinmo said to the outside: "Come in."

Squeak.

The door opened in response to the sound, but Dong An pushed the door open and entered.

"Meet Master Song." Dong An gave a bow to Song Jinmo.

Song Jinmo sat there, received a gift, and said, "Little Dong, but I'm not convinced?"

Dong An bent down and said, "I dare not."

It’s not that I dared, not that I couldn’t. It means that Dong An still didn’t know the true intention of letting him think about his mistakes behind closed doors.

Song Jinmo shook his head, "You are wrong to make that kind of decision on the ring in order to target the Jinyiwei."

"I just can't stand the Jinyiwei, what's wrong?"

"I can't stand it?" Song Jinmo smiled, "It's been a matter of how many years since the Jinyiwei raided your house. It's worth giving up your current status and practice and taking risks."

"Stop lying on yourself, you are targeting Wang Yi Youzhou's identity."

"Also, the chief of the Censorate is really comparable to his days in the academy?"

Dong An gritted his teeth, his face extremely ugly. Obviously, Song Jinmo talked about his pain, and what targeted the Jinyiwei was just a remark. What really touched him was Wang Yi's identity as Youzhou and the position of chief of the Censorate whom Yang Zhao promised.

Dong An would not be so stupid that he admitted all this. If he confirmed it, he would not have a good ending.

"I am sharing the worries of Your Majesty for Youzhou, what's wrong with me!"

Song Jinmo looked at Dong An who had fallen into madness, "Since your Majesty has issued an order to do it, it means everything."

"But the restoration of the status of the Jinyiwei was proposed by the King of Yan. This is a serious crime. Moreover, the old people in Luoyang will not let the Jinyiwei go."

Song Jinmo touched his forehead and looked helpless, "Will anyone care about these?"

"As long as the people in Luoyang come out, the King of Yan will dare to kill them all."

Song Jinmo slowly walked out of the room, and the sound floated from afar.

"As for the matter between King Yan and His Majesty, you want to participate, you really don't know how to live or die."

Dong An sat on the ground, knowing that he could not live. Just as the old man said, the courage to participate in royal affairs is really a pity that he has a long life.

For the sake of his future and revenge, all these can be forgiven. Song Jinmo has already fought against him, but his answer tonight made the old man feel heartbroken, and the only thing waiting for him is death.

Even if you are your own teacher, that right prime minister will not do. What's more, if you are yourself

I am a small academy gentleman.

Dong An laughed bitterly and leaned on the wall. Suddenly, he remembered the scene of his first meeting with the teacher.

It was a morning with a similar weather today. At that time, the teacher was not the right prime minister of the Ming Dynasty, and the dean was still a kind old man. The teacher and the dean sat at the desk, looked at themselves and asked, "Dong An, why did you enter the academy?"

The young Dong An replied in a silly voice: "To read more books."

The teacher and the dean laughed at the same time, stroked the desk, and tried hard to keep their bodies upright.

"So it's been so long." Dong An's gaze began to blur, and tears filled his face.

"Student Dong An is ashamed of his mentor, ashamed of the academy, ashamed of the saint."

After saying that, Dong An stood up, bowed to the east, and then walked out of the room. No one had ever seen Mr. Dong again.

The vernal equinox breezes by, silent.

The story of Baizi Banquet spread quickly, and no one dared to underestimate the Jinyiwei anymore, and Wang Yi's name also resounded throughout Chang'an.

Some people are happy, some are sad. Some are waiting for a dead soldier to take advantage of Wang Yi's serious injury and kill him, but the dead soldier sent out is like flowing water, but the news did not come back.

Wang Yi sat on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, and exhaled a breath of turbid air. After experiencing a big battle, his spiritual gathering cultivation finally became somewhat perfect, and he also saw a little mysterious veil of Tongxuan. Wang Yi was not in a hurry to have much cultivation. What he had to do now is to find that Liu Cheng.

However, President Song Jinmo's words made Wang Yi have some thoughts. If Senior Brother Su knew that he was in Chang'an, then it seemed that the senior brothers knew that he was in Chang'an City.

I went out of the valley alone, and as Wang Yi and the others entered Chang'an, I didn't want them to know that things might not be able to hide them now. According to their nature, there were too many unpredictable things happening. After all, they were all the best strategists in the world in the Spring and Autumn Period.

The most important thing is how the old man who refuses to recognize himself as his disciple views this matter. If he speaks, he will have no choice but to be obedient.

But since Senior Brother Su has asked someone to bring a message, it at least means that he will come to Chang'an in the near future. As for the contact place for the dilapidated temple, there is no need to think about opening it again.

Black Crow should be half dead. After all, hiding his whereabouts, several senior brothers will clean up his body.

Wang Yi opened the window, looked at the stars in the sky, and remembered what the old man said, "The stars in this sky have not changed since ancient times, but no matter where we are, we will feel that they are moving again when we watch. Will there be people and things like us on it?"

Wang Yi could not imagine the wisdom of the old man, but this did not prevent Wang Yi from enjoying the beautiful scenery. Looking at the glowing stars, Wang Yi's mood improved a little.

"Brother Wang." Ma Shun jumped out inappropriately and stood not far from Wang Yi's window.

Wang Yi covered his forehead and said, "What's wrong with Brother Ma?"

Ma Shun trotted to Wang Yi's window, and said with a reproachful expression: "Of course it's a good thing. Let's go, Brother Ma invites you to drink."

Wang Yi waved his hand and signaled not to go, "I'm in a good condition, so it's better not to go."

"What are you afraid of? After my diagnosis, you will recover." As he said that, he was about to pull Wang Yi away.

"Ma Shun, I see you dare." At this time, Qin Keqing's voice came from afar.
Chapter completed!