Chapter 843 Fu Zichen, Are You Sick?

Rong Leng came over specially to ask just this question, and then urged her to drink Dabu Decoction. After she finished drinking it and promised not to greet Fu Zichen, he left the house and entered the palace.

When Xixiang said that the prince had gone out, Liu Wei was bored and planned to go back to the house and sleep for a while.

At this time, the little maid outside came to report that someone had sent an invitation.

Generally, when invitations are received in the mansion, they are handed over to the housekeeper or Mingxiang Xixiang, but it is rare to report them directly.

There was only one invitation that Rong Leng had specially ordered to send, and every time it was sent, it had to be reported immediately.

Liu Wei asked: "That person again?"

The little maid nodded and said: "The one who came to deliver the post was the same boy last time. He said that his master really wanted to see the prince. If the prince does not agree, these posts will continue to be sent."

The little maid said, about to present the post.

Liu Wei glanced at the cover, hesitated, and didn't answer it. Instead, she turned around and walked towards the bedroom. When she was far away, she thought about how to deal with it. She quietly said: "Send the post to the prince's study."

She will not interfere with Rong Leng's decision.

…

The weather in Kyoto has been bad recently and the climate has been changeable.

The mix of rain and snow really caused hardship to the ordinary people around Kyoto City.

As the sky began to darken again, the wind began to blow.

In a red-top carriage on the official road to Kyoto, the man sitting by the window lowered the heavy curtains, with a smile on his handsome features, and said to another person in the carriage: "It's going to rain, I don't know. Can I enter Beijing today?"

After he said this, the young man who was leaning against the car wall and dozing off opened his eyes slightly and glanced at him, but said nothing.

The man by the car window leaned forward, stared at the young man's fair face, and asked: "If we can't make it to the city tonight, where will we stay? There are no inns nearby. If it's really not possible, why not hang out in the car all night?"

The young man frowned impatiently, stared at the man's face that was too forward, stretched out a finger, put it on the man's chest, pushed the man away, looked disgusted, but said firmly: "You can enter the city. "

The man took advantage of the situation and leaned back a little, and said leisurely: "That's not necessarily the case. You can't say for sure about accidents."

The young man's expression became subtle. He looked at the man's smiling face and subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do again?"

The man spread his hands with an innocent look on his face: "Look at what you said, as if I was planning some evil idea. I said, Mo Yi, we haven't seen each other for so long, and you really look forward to separation again? You said you're going to Jing is looking for someone, but if you tell me, who are you looking for? When you get to Kyoto, I will help you find him! I haven’t told you yet, but I actually have some connections in Jing, but my background is complicated, so I’m afraid of scaring you. Anyway, just remember, I’m very powerful, tell me who you’re looking for, maybe I’ll know you.”

The young man leaning against the car wall sneered when he heard this, closed his eyes again, and rested vainly.

Seeing that he was being looked down upon, the man added: "I am also an official, and the newly appointed Minister of Household Affairs in Kyoto is my former classmate. Just name it, and within three days, I can help you get what you are looking for." Find them."

The man spoke so confidently that the young man finally opened his eyes again, looked at the man for a long time, and then said: "Yue Shansheng."

The man was stunned for a moment, and then his tone was a little slow: "Yue Shansheng, this name..."

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why, do you really know me?"

"Hmm..." The man rubbed his chin, as if reminiscing.

The young man couldn't sit still anymore. He changed his previous laziness and sat up straight, staring at the man expectantly.

The man paused for a long time and then said meaningfully to the young man, "Yue Shansheng, this name... is really unpleasant."

youth:"……"

After the journey, the young man ignored this person and closed his eyes again.

The young man felt particularly regretful. If he had known this, he should not have met this person on the road.

I originally thought that having someone to lead the way would make it easier to get to Beijing and speed up the journey, but I didn't expect that this person would get carsick, thirsty, sleepy, and had to stop the carriage. , sleep comfortably.

In short, the original two-day journey was dragged to this point by this person.

That's not all. Seeing Kyoto approaching, and listening to what this person just said, it is clear that there is something wrong with him and he wants to delay the progress of the carriage.

The young man's intestines were about to turn green. If he could go back a few days ago, he would never have entered that inn, nor would he turn around and say something mean when he heard this person calling him.

What an injustice!

But the man still called annoyingly: "Mo Yi, Liu Mo Yi, do you want to eat steamed buns? Do you want to eat oranges? Do you want to eat bananas? Do you want to eat pears? Do you want to eat?"

Liu Mo couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were burning, and he glared angrily at the person in front of him and said, "Fu Zichen, you must be sick!"

Fu Zichen said quietly: "Mo Yi, you are swearing..."

Liu Mo said: "!!"

Liu Moyi and Fu Zichen met two years ago.

At that time, there was a poetry club in Nanshui Prefecture, Fengzhou. Because Fengzhou and Songzhou were adjacent to each other, and Nanshui Prefecture and Qujiang Prefecture were also very close, they were discussing a new case of a hen that died tragically in the middle of the night caused by a neighborhood dispute. After handing it over to his most trusted friend, Fu Zichen secretly ran to Fengzhou to attend the poetry meeting.

Liu Moyi was not called Liu Moyi, which Fu Zichen only found out later.

Moyi is his given name, and it is said that his brother named it for him, but Fu Zichen still doesn't know what his name is.

Liu Mo was a somewhat mysterious person. Fu Zichen went to the poetry meeting that day with high ambitions, but his first couplet was only half a stick of incense, so he was matched by this scholar named Liu Mo Yi.

Fu Zichen felt very embarrassed, so he posted another couplet.

Then he was confronted again.

Another couplet, and they matched up again.

Out again, facing each other again.

After the ten alliances, Fu Zichen sadly discovered that he had indeed met his opponent.

Literary men make friends based on their talents. After being jealous of this young man who looked much younger than him for half an hour, Fu Zichen approached him to strike up a conversation.

Fu Zichen met Liu Moyi on the third day after the poetry meeting started. But until they separated, he still didn't know his real name. He only heard from students who were familiar with him that this Liu Moyi was a man with a big heart. He is a talented person, but he has no fame. He always disappears on weekdays. He only shows up for a moment at occasional poetry and calligraphy gatherings.

Everyone said that Liu Mo was probably not from Fengzhou, or maybe not from Jiangnan. Otherwise, why would no one be able to find any trace of him.

That chance encounter was really a coincidence, even though Fu Zichen was already familiar with calling people Mo Yixiong.

We met by chance, just a few days of fate.

But what Fu Zichen didn't expect was that a few months later, they would meet again, this time in Qujiang Mansion. Liu Moyi was blackmailed on the streets of Qujiang Mansion!