At dusk, Shao Shi Mansion.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled out of the window of the study, gently covering a man's thin back.
This man who looks over fifties and is thin is not someone else, but Han Yu, the Grand Secretary and Prince's Young Master of the Huagai Palace at that time.
On weekdays, unless he has official duties, Han Yu must come to the study to practice calligraphy at this time every day. This is a habit he has never stopped for decades.
Today is no exception.
Don’t you see that Han Yu is thin and weak on the outside, and even his face is about ten years older than his actual age, but his words can be called: his shape is like Yan Jin Liu bones, his rhyme shows anger and thirsty horse, his power is like a phoenix flying and a phoenix, and his spirit is vast and vast.
Looking at the world of Dashi, there are very few people who can compare with it. If it were a folk scholar who could have such ability, his tail would be soared to the sky.
But... Han Yu was a little dissatisfied with his calligraphy achievements.
Because he understood a truth decades ago: no matter how good the article is, if no one knows how to appreciate it, it is nothing more than garbage.
However, how many people in this world can really understand the wonders of his calligraphy?
Not most people can measure their value by relying on the author's reputation or how much real money can the work be converted into?
When you are unknown, no matter how good your calligraphy and paintings are and how careful you are, they are just cheap defective products in the eyes of most people. When you have power and reputation, even if you just doodle a few strokes on the paper and stamp them, many people will regard them as treasures... They can even appreciate a lot of deep meanings that you don't even know.
This is the world, and Han Yu is powerless and has no intention to change anything.
However, after seeing through these, he will naturally no longer regard any level of calligraphy and painting, or the understanding of the so-called "sages of sages" as something worthy of pride or relying on.
In Han Yu's heart today, only power is what is worth his life to fight for and can bring him a sense of accomplishment.
Calligraphy has become a pure interest for him; the behavior of "practice of calligraphy" has also changed from a hard training to a way to relieve stress.
Han Yu, who is intrigued by others every day and is immersed in conspiracy and power tricks, can only relax his brain, relax for a while, and return to a moment of peace at dusk and practice.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this change in mind that Han Yu's calligraphy level in recent years has grown faster than when he was young, and has gradually reached the state of returning to simplicity and being free and easy.
"Mr., the student is here."
Suddenly, outside the study door, there was a voice of a young man.
When Han Yu heard the sound, he hesitated for a moment, then put down his pen and sat back on the chair.
"Come in." When he responded to this, Han Yu's expression and condition had changed; he knew that the time for his relaxation was over.
"Yes." The young man outside the door quickly said, then pushed open the empty door and stepped in.
Seeing this, someone should have realized that this young man who called himself a "student" was quite close to Han Yu because he came to the door of the study and said hello, rather than being brought by the servants in the mansion... This shows that he has come and go to Han Yu's mansion often and travel freely.
"Students greet your teacher." Ma Xuansheng, who entered the study, came to Han Yu in a few steps and leaned over and bowed.
"Sit." As Han Yu spoke, he had already picked up a cup of tea on the table and slowly delivered it to his mouth.
The faint incense wafting from the three-legged furnace of Chong'er Ruyi on the desk, the ink fragrance that swept on the inkstone, and the tea fragrance contained in this cup of tea at this moment, mixed into a unique smell, stimulating Han Yu's nerves, allowing him to clearly pass on the next thing he had to explain in his mind before he had a conversation with the other party.
"Do you know what I asked you to do?" After swallowing a sip of tea, Han Yu's thoughts were cleared, and then he asked a question.
"Uh... the student doesn't know." Ma Xuansheng, who had just sat down, really didn't know what Lord Han asked him to come for, so he replied.
Han Yu, who got this answer, immediately stared at Ma Xuansheng.
This glance made the other person's spine chill.
"Do you know that someone is going to commit an offense in Baoyuan Inn tonight?" Han Yu asked again.
"This..." When he heard the second sentence, Ma Xuansheng became even more confused. He thought to himself, where can he sing this? He didn't open the inn and he didn't live there. What does this have to do with him?
But two seconds later...
"Don't understand?" Han Yu asked in a more severe tone.
Now, Ma Xuansheng realized something.
Since he is someone appreciated by Han Yu, he is naturally not stupid. Now that the teacher has found you and asked about it, this matter must be related to you.
After thinking about it, Ma Xuansheng quickly understood: the bond that can connect the four words "inciting crimes and causing trouble" with him... I'm afraid that the only one of his younger brother Ma Er is in this world.
"My teacher, is it my brother..." Thinking of this, Ma Xuansheng quickly replied, "He again..."
After the word "克" was released, Ma Xuansheng didn't know how to follow it, because even if he said half a sentence, it became his crime of reporting and exposing his brothers in front of the officials of the dynasty.
"Yes, he wants to do something wrong again, and this time it may be a death..." Han Yu added this sentence again when he saw the other party hesitantly.
This is also very clear, that is,... in fact, you have nothing to hide. I have known about your brother's little trouble for a long time.
When Ma Xuansheng heard this, he thought to himself: Now that he is looking for excuses or saying that he is not aware of what Ma Er did in the capital, he is afraid it will be futile. It is better to retreat and ask for guilt and mercy. This is the best strategy.
then……
"My teacher forgives the crime! My brother has been naughty since he was a child, but he still remains unchanged after going to Beijing. Although the students know something, it is difficult to restrain their brotherly relationship. It is all because of the students' lack of discipline. This is why..." Ma Xuansheng said this with an excited expression, and then he walked forward from the chair and knelt down.
"Okay, okay." Han Yu was too lazy to listen to him finishing his words, so he waved his hand and interrupted, "We are our own people, we can put anything on the table and say it, there is no need to do this..." He paused and continued, "Xuansheng, you might as well think about it. If I want to punish you for Ma Er's affairs, I could do it a few months ago, so why wait until today?"
When Han Yu said this, his face suddenly became a little gloomy and his tone was also sunk: "I just didn't expect that you haven't handled it well until now..."
Hearing this sentence, Ma Xuansheng's heart skipped a beat. He seemed to have guessed what his "good teacher" was going to say next.
"Xuansheng, you will be the prince consort in the near future. The royal relatives have a bright future..." Han Yu looked up at the ceiling forty-five degrees, and said in an exclaimed tone, "I don't want you to be a teacher... In the future, you can still hear news from others like 'The prince consort's brother is going to make trouble in the capital tonight'..."
"Student... understand..." When Ma Xuansheng replied, a trace of coldness flashed across his face.
"Oh..." Han Yu got the reaction he wanted. He sighed hypocritically, then stood up, walked around the desk, and helped Ma Xuansheng kneeling on the ground. "As the saying goes... blood is thicker than water. If you have any inconvenience due to family affection, you can also find someone to do it for your teacher."
"My teacher is too worried." When Ma Xuansheng got up, his expression and tone seemed very firm. "This is a good reputation of 'destroying relatives for the sake of justice and eliminating harm for the people', students are reluctant to seek... If it weren't for your mentor, you would have given me some advice today, the students would have almost missed the opportunity."
"Ha..." Seeing his "good student" reacting, Han Yu couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of his heart, and secretly sighed that he really saw the wrong person.
In Han Yu's perception, it is the kind of person who can disagree with relatives for political capital, and the kind of person who can turn crises into turning opportunities... that is, only the value of cultivating them into wings; even if one day Ma Xuansheng tries to pull Han Yu off and replace him, as long as he has that ability, Han Yu is willing to accept the loss.
Of course, everyone should know that Ma Xuansheng will not live that day...
Chapter completed!