Sang Yan was satisfied, changed the topic, and went to ask Qu Zhi about it.
He Ying said: "It will be handed over to the three judicial departments for trial. I believe the result will be out soon."
"That's good."
Sang Yan nodded and asked again: "Wan Zhang's funeral?"
He Ying said: "Leave it to Chu Jun. The funeral will be held the day after tomorrow and buried in the emperor's mausoleum."
Sang Yan sighed deeply, not knowing what to say.
He Ying knew that she regretted Wan Zhang's death and advised: "That's what he asked for. We should respect it."
Sang Yan nodded, and the next moment, she was pulled into his arms.
The two cuddled up and were intimate.
In the next two days, the palace was busy with funeral arrangements.
When the funeral was going to the emperor's mausoleum, Sang Yan also went to see him off.
It was too hot on the way.
He Ying was afraid that she would suffer from heat stroke, so he asked her to go back early.
She didn't expect to see Jiang Ke at the palace gate.
I haven't seen him for nearly a month. Jiang Ke is wearing a black brocade robe, a bamboo hat, and a long sword at his waist. He has a chivalrous demeanor.
However, when he looked at her, there was still some tenderness in his eyes.
"Are you with the emperor?"
He stopped in front of the chariot, and his gentle eyes gradually turned cold: "I tried time and time again to perform meritorious service and ask the emperor to grant us a marriage, but the emperor never paid attention. It turns out that he actually treated you -"
He couldn't talk any more, so he changed his tone and asked directly: "Sang Yan, tell me the truth, are you really sure you want to be with him?"
Sang Yan looked into the young man's love-hate eyes and said slowly: "I'm sorry. Jiang Ke, I have never been suitable for you. I am not what you imagined. Just let it go. There are many good girls."
"But all I want is you."
Jiang Ke suppressed his excitement and asked: "Sang Yan, don't say sorry to me, just tell me, do you really not like me at all? Do you really like the emperor?"
If she likes it, if she likes it... no, how can she like someone else?
Sang Yan knew that feelings should not be ambiguous, so she made it clear to him: "Yes, I like him."
"Didn't you say you like my brother? Didn't you say you only have my brother in your heart?"
Jiang Ke felt the raging jealousy, like a raging fire, burning his heart and lungs.
It's so uncomfortable.
He is going to be burned to death.
"Sang Yan, how can you like others?"
She may not like him, but how can she like others?
"sorry."
Sang Yan sincerely apologized and expressed his attitude: "I like him not because he is the emperor. On the contrary, if he was not the emperor, I would like him more. Jiang Ke, I hope you can understand."
"I do not understand."
Jiang Ke looked at her unwillingly: "Sang Yan, you have gone back on your word and changed your mind."
This is a strong statement.
Sang Yan frowned and said displeasedly: "I don't like you, and you have this attitude. Jiang Ke, since you miss me so much, you should stop your losses in time. I am a bad woman, not worthy of your love."
Having said this, she looked at the captain of the guard and ordered: "Let's go."
The captain of the guard responded: "Yes."
The convoy continued to move forward.
Jiang Ke watched the chariot go away, gripped his sword tightly, and did not follow.
He waited until the chariot entered the palace before leaving.
The vigorous figure mounted the horse and galloped into the open forest.
He danced wildly with his sword. Wherever the sword energy passed, birds screamed and leaves fell.
"ah--"
He also screamed, like a wounded beast that could only vent its pain by roaring.
*
Sang Yan returned to the side hall of Qingning Hall.
Thinking about Jiang Ke, my heart felt cloudy.
How did you meet him?
How did you get into trouble with him?
This love debt is really a headache.
And it’s better not to let He Ying know about such a headache.
Thinking about it, she told Qiuzhi: "Tell those people to shut up. Don't spread it to the emperor's ears."
Qiuzhi hurriedly responded: "Yes."
But there is no airtight wall in the world.
When He Ying came back, someone told him about Sang Yan's meeting with Jiang Ke.
"that's it?"
"right."
The guard restored the conversation between the two.
If Sang Yan were here, I'm afraid he would have to praise his memory.
He Ying came back very tired after a long journey. After listening to the whole process, he went to take a bath and eat something before going to the side hall.
Sang Yan is still practicing calligraphy.
The original owner was a lady, and she also knew how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she occupied her body and did not understand her skills.
Therefore, the calligraphy written in calligraphy is hard to read.
"The Emperor has arrived——"
Xiao Guizi reminded loudly.
Sang Yan immediately crumpled the paper he had written on and threw it into the wastebasket. Then he picked up a book and pretended to read it.
So, when He Ying arrived, he only saw her reading a book.
"What are you looking at?"
He sat down behind her and stretched out his arms, almost covering her in his arms.
After hearing this, Sang Yan picked up the book and showed him the title: "It's a travel note written by Feng Yicheng."
He Ying looked at the four words "Strange Tales of the Red World" and asked, "Does it look good?"
Sang Yan nodded: "Yeah. It looks good."
He Ying asked again: "What did you say?"
Sang Yan told him: "It is said that in Minzhou, an old woodcutter went up the mountain to cut down trees. He saw the branches and leaves of two trees intertwined and covered with each other, inseparable. Until a thunderstorm, one of the trees was struck by lightning.
And it died. The next day, another tree suddenly died."
He Ying was surprised when he heard: "Then what? Why? Could it be the same tree root? That's not right. The same tree root will not die so quickly."
Sang Yan smiled and said: "His explanation is that of this kind of tree, one tree is a wu tree, which is a male tree, and the other tree is a tung tree, which is a female tree. The male and female are a pair, and they live and die together.
.”
He Ying was even more surprised: "So plants and trees are so affectionate and loyal? That's interesting!"
"Yes."
Sang Yan was convinced, and recalled a poet's poem: "The sycamore tree supports the old, and the mandarin ducks will both die."
Is this the kind of tree the poet is talking about?
"This poem is very well said."
He Ying appreciated it and asked: "Is there any other interesting content?"
Sang Yan nodded, turned to the place that impressed him, and continued: "Mr. Feng also said that he passed a temple in Minzhou and met a monk. On a whim, he asked the monk what revelation he finally got after practicing for half a life? You
Guess what the monk answered?"
He Ying cooperated and asked: "How to answer?"
Sang Yan spread his hands: "I got nothing."
He Ying was stunned: "Is this monk playing tricks on him?"
Sang Yan shook his head and smiled mysteriously: "The monk said that not only did I gain nothing, but I also lost a lot of things. For example, I lost greed, resentment, selfishness, prejudice, narrow-mindedness, pessimism, superficiality, ignorance..."
He Ying listened and his eyes gradually deepened: "This is a fresh thinking angle. What he believes in practice is not to gain, but to let go."
"Yes, practice is subtraction, not addition. Your Majesty, your mind works so fast."
Sang Yan really admired He Ying's intelligence, he always saw things to the point.
He Ying listened to her compliments and thought about her declaration of love in front of Jiang Ke, feeling a little ecstatic and happy: "So is this one of the reasons why you like me?"