Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 114 Doubtful ([-] more)
On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head, and the first rain fell in the capital since the beginning of spring this year.

The rain wasn't heavy, but it was gentle and dense, and there were not many water marks on the face, but it was able to wet all the clothes of people without knowing it.

On the forest road in the suburbs, the scholar, with a cage on his back, turned quickly into a dilapidated old temple by the side of the road, fearing that if there was any extra delay, the paper and pen in the cage would be soaked by the drizzle.

Before coming to Beijing, he never thought that the drizzle in February in central Beijing could be compared to the foggy spring smoke in March in Nancheng.

After entering the temple, Lu Zixiu put down the box and carefully checked the pens, inks, papers and inkstones inside to make sure that nothing was wet by the spring rain, and then randomly twisted the hem of his clothes that had already dripped water along the way.

After unscrewing his clothes, he looked up and looked around the dilapidated temple that had been abandoned for a long time. The golden body of Amitabha sitting on the lotus platform had already been mottled and peeled off, and a piece of the finger holding the vow seal was also missing.

The small altar was covered with dust, and the rotten and cracked window lattices were missing most of the window paper, which was constantly creaked by the wind.

Fortunately, the inside of this old temple is quite spacious, and the roof tiles are not broken, which can provide shelter from wind and rain. There are a few futons on the ground, and there are two rather dry haystacks beside the confession case.

In this way, it would be a good shelter.

Lu Zixiu nodded in satisfaction. Along the way, most of the money in his pocket was gone. If he wanted to save money for returning home, he still needed to save some money.

The old temple on the left and right is far away from the entrance of the capital, but it is only a little more than a quarter away, and he will only live here for two or three days. When he finds a suitable adult to hand over the public scroll in the cage, he should report to the Gongyuan .

This year's general examination is scheduled for February [-]th. Candidates need to arrive at the Gongyuan after the fourth day of February and before the seventh day of February. Public volume.

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Zixiu clenched his fists, and then made a simple bed with futons and haystacks, and finally swept out an open space, lit a fire, dried his clothes, and went to sleep with his clothes on.

The next day when the rain stopped, Lu Zixiu woke up early, took some coils, hid the box in the hollow under the altar, and covered it carefully with straw to make sure that there was no flaw in it from the outside. Undressed, step out the door.

He decided to go to Beijing today to find out how many adults in Beijing are willing to accept the public papers. After selecting people, he will deliver the public papers tomorrow, so as not to be insufficiently prepared and abrupt.

There were guards at the gate of the capital checking the identities of the people who came and went. When it was Lu Zixiu's turn, the guard saw that he was quite bookish, and knew that he was a candidate for the exam, so his tone of voice eased slightly:
"Scholar, where are you from? You came to Beijing to rush for the exam?"

"Brother Bing, Xiaosheng is from Nancheng, and he came to Beijing this time to rush for the exam." Lu Zixiu said, handing over a document, "Xiaosheng's surname is Lu, and his name is Zixiu. This is Xiaosheng's sealed document, please. Take a look."

When he declared his family name, he didn't notice that a young man who was drinking porridge stopped in a small stall beside the city gate.

The military guard took the document, checked it carefully, and saw that there was nothing wrong with it, so he easily let him go. Seeing this, Zhan Mingxuan, who had been waiting for many days, got up to pay the bill, and quietly followed.

He followed Lu Zixiu through almost half of the capital city. The latter was asking questions while walking in front, and he followed at a distance of one or two feet behind him. He didn't stop until Lu Zixiu found the magnificent Mansion of the Minister of Rites. down the steps.

Zhan Mingxuan saw him staring at the plaque of the Shangshu Mansion, looking again and again, murmured a word, and then turned around to leave, guessing that he wanted to go to Chao Ling, so he didn't bother, and went in the direction of the Duke's Mansion retreated.

Before leaving, he subconsciously raised his head to look at the eaves on both sides. Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he bumped into Yan Chuan squatting on the roof.

Yan Chuan pulled the corners of his lips extremely stiffly, and forced a smile at Zhan Mingxuan, who returned the same awkward yet polite smile.

The two who had been following Lu Zixiu all the way here looked at each other in silence for a long while, and finally they handed each other together before disappearing.

"So, then Lu Zixiu went to the Minister of Rites, and you met Zhan Mingxuan there?" It was night, and Mo Junli listened to the news reported by Yan Chuan, and the corners of his lips curled up and down involuntarily, "He also To follow Lu Zixiu?"

"It should be. The subordinates see that the distance between him and Lu Zixiu has been kept at a distance of one or two feet. They should be following the scholar all the way." Yan Chuan responded.

He was really puzzled by the fact that Zhan Mingxuan would follow Lu Zixiu, but the more his master listened, the deeper the smile on his face.

"Master, what shall we do next, will this subordinate still keep an eye on Lu Zixiu?" Yan Chuan lowered his head.

Today, following Lu Zixiu and bumping into Zhan Mingxuan, he still feels extremely embarrassed when he thinks about it now, wishing he could push this job to Lu Qiu.

"You can continue to follow him tomorrow. As for Zhan Mingxuan, you don't need to worry about it." Mo Junli smiled lightly, playing with the inch-wide note with only the word "oh" written on it, the smile in his eyes grew stronger Hair is very meaningful.

I warned him not to interfere in Changle's 23rd spring test, but I sent Zhan Mingxuan to stare at the scholar surnamed Lu...

The answer in his mind really became more and more clear.

Mo Junli smiled and rolled his eyes, and leisurely raised his hand to touch the scrolls on the table. At this point, he only has one left, and he still dare not confirm it——

"Yan Chuan, that 'Taoist born in vain', will go to the Mengsheng building tomorrow to clear up the confusion, right?"

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"Miss, I met the examinee from Nancheng today." In Fulanxuan's study, Zhan Mingxuan pinched the hem of his clothes hesitantly, "and followed him all the way to the Minister of Rites."

"It looks like he wants to deliver the official document to the Minister of Rites tomorrow."

"That's right, you've done a good job." Mu Xici nodded slightly upon hearing this.

All of this was within her expectation. The reason why she sent Zhan Mingxuan was just to let him remember Lu Zixiu's appearance in advance.

In this way, when the assassin sent by the Huhou Mansion rescues the scholar in the next day, he can move a little faster.

"In addition... miss," Zhan Mingxuan hesitated for a moment, "before I came back today... I saw Yan Chuan in His Royal Highness's residence."

"Yan Chuan?" Mu Xici paused, and an ink mark instantly ran through the entire piece of rice paper. She put down her pen and frowned for a while, before finally loosening her eyebrows and eyes: "I see."

"Tomorrow, you will continue to follow that Lu Zixiu. If you meet Yan Chuan again, just pretend you didn't see him."

As a prince, Mo Junli has some unknown sources of information in her hands, and she is not sure exactly when Chao Ling and others were eyeing Lu Zixiu.

It could have been after finding out he'd broken the secret, or it could have been before.

She didn't know, but it didn't mean that Mo Junli couldn't.

Right now, what is more important to her is the puzzlement on the roof of Mengsheng tomorrow.

Mu Xici raised his hand and pressed the pain between his brows, tidied the desk and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day's fortune-telling went smoothly as usual, and when she sent off the thankful family members, changed her clothes and stepped out of the "Yunshandian" house again——

She ran into Mo Junli again at the door of the elegant room.

　Falling off the horse in the next chapter

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(End of this chapter)