The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 190 South Castle Peak

The afterglow of the setting sun burned out, the light dispersed, and night fell as expected, and the secret room in the Library Pavilion was extremely dark.

Just now she could see each other's faces clearly, but now Xiao Yu and Han Yi were standing face to face, she couldn't even see them.

Zhen Qingping took an oil lamp from the outside and put it on a corner of the table, "Okay, isn't it much brighter?"

"Ah."

Xiao Yu nodded, but Han Yi frowned: "Can I get another one? It still looks a little troublesome."

Zhen Qingping shook his head: "The classics in Zangshu Pavilion are very precious, usually they are not allowed to bring in open flame lamps, they can only be borrowed during the day, for fear that someone accidentally knocks over the lamp and cause irreversible consequences."

"This..." Han Yi was about to say something, but Xiao Yu raised his hand to stop him: "One lamp is enough, and there are not many test papers. The three of us will share them, and we will find them quickly."

"Yes."

Seeing that Xiao Yu had no objection, Han Yi didn't say anything else.

Zhen Qingping picked up a stack and said, "I'll read more, take your time."

Xiao Yu and Han Yi shared the rest, and the three of them each found a seat and sat down, quietly flipping through the pages.

This process sounds boring and interesting.

It is really a test of patience and eyesight to find the minutiae in the test papers. However, at the same time, they can get a glimpse of the situation of the year's test from these test papers.

Each test paper is a microcosm of a person. Through the lines, they have a silent communication with the students of that year across time and space.

Time passed as the lamp oil burned, and the three of them read most of the test papers in their hands, but found nothing.

Xiao Yu pinched his eyebrows a little tiredly.

Han Yi caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and reached out to take some of the test papers.

Xiao Yu was stunned, Han Yi didn't raise his head and said: "This subordinate is a martial arts practitioner, his eyes are good, master, let's rest for a while."

Zhen Qingping raised his head and glanced at the two of them, "I'm almost finished here, I'll help you later."

Xiao Yu turned his head to take a look, and sure enough, he didn't have many test papers left.

She asked in surprise, "How can little uncle see it so quickly?"

Zhen Qingping bent his lips and smiled, "I like to practice calligraphy. I have carefully copied the copybooks of everyone in calligraphy, so I have studied the strokes and strength of the brush."

"Little uncle is very knowledgeable."

Xiao Yu praised sincerely.

Zhen Qingping smiled and shook his head.

The room was quiet again, only the sound of rustling fingertips and paper rubbing.

"I've finished reading here, no."

Xiao Yu got up and stretched her sore neck, stood by the table and looked at Zhen Qingping.

With his back to the back window, Zhen Qingping looked at the test paper in his hand with a frown.

A gust of cool wind came from nowhere, bringing with it some tidal waves. Zhen Qingping shivered a bit, feeling a little cold. He got up and wanted to close the window, but the wind suddenly picked up and blew obliquely through the crack of the window. He came in, messed up the test papers on the table by the window, a piece of paper flew up, Xiao Yu hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

The test paper was stuck on her face, she grabbed a corner to take it down, first saw the sharp words on the corner of the test paper, her eyes were fixed, and she whispered: "Nan Qingshan..."

After closing the window, Zhen Qingping turned around and was startled when he heard these three words, "What?"

Xiao Yu raised his head and glanced at him: "The name on this test paper——Nan Qingshan."

Hearing these three words, Zhen Qingping's expression was a little strange, as if he was a little excited, "Qingshan? Let me see!"

"Little uncle knows him? Is he your classmate?"

Xiao Yu handed over the test paper in his hand, Zhen Qingping shook his head: "Never mind, Qingshan is not a student of Datong Academy, we met when he came to Beijing for the exam... Wait! This is not Qingshan's handwriting!"

Zhen Qingping's voice trembled slightly, and he suddenly realized something. He grabbed Xiao Yu's wrist suddenly, "Ah Yu...what's the name of the dead person in the dark alley? Where is it?"

As long as he got closer, he could see himself full of fright in Xiao Yu's eyes.

Feeling the force on his wrist, Xiao Yu felt that he had come to the right place this time. There was nowhere to look after breaking through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get here. If that person is really Nan Qingshan, the case can be solved just around the corner.

"In the ice cellar of Jingzhao Mansion, little uncle..."

"I'll go back with you!"

Zhen Qingping let go of Xiao Yu, and quickly packed up the test papers, leaving only Nan Qingshan and Zhao Lu's, and put the others into the box and put them back where they were.

He carefully folded the test paper and put it in his arms.

So precious and important, as if he was carrying some treasure, Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel suspicious. It seems that the little uncle has a very good relationship with this Nan Qingshan?
"Let's go, I'll go and have a look... If it's not Qingshan, it would be even better."

Zhen Qingping looked at Xiao Yu expectantly, but Xiao Yu couldn't say any comforting words, because when he asked this question, he already knew it in his heart, and the comforting was nothing but deceiving each other.

Han Yi picked up the oil lamp on the table, "Master, be careful where you step."

"Ah."

After the three of them went out, they asked the book boy and the dean to talk, and borrowed three umbrellas, and hurried down the mountain. A carriage was parked at the foot of the mountain. After collecting the umbrellas, Xiao Yu and Zhen Qingping got into the carriage, and the cold clothes were outside. Driving, fortunately, the front eaves of the carriage are long enough to cover part of the wind and rain.

Looking at Zhen Qingping's bloodless face in the carriage, Xiao Yu finally asked, "How did little uncle meet Nan Qingshan? Do you have a good relationship?"

Zhen Qingping raised his head and watched her pull her lower lip reluctantly: "The so-called white head is as new as before, and the cover is as old as before. It is about me and Qingshan. Speaking of which, our acquaintance is quite unexpected..."

The carriage galloped along the official road, with the wind, rain and night being left behind. Amidst the dense rain, Zhen Qingping narrated his encounter with Nan Qingshan.

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In the early spring of last year, His Majesty was unwell, but not so serious that he couldn't get out of bed. The Spring Festival was held as usual, and the winter snow had not yet melted, and students from all over the country had already gathered in Kyoto.

Zhen Qingping was depressed because he was squeezed out by his elder brother in the house, so he invited a few friends to Yunlai Pavilion for a drink.

When they went out after drinking, the few of them were drunk and didn't look at the road very much. They bumped into someone. At that time, his friend apologized to the person. Something was wrong, I reached out to touch it, and found that the purse hanging on my waist was missing, so I thought it was stolen by the person just now.

He returned the same way, just in time to see Nan Qingshan standing by the side of the road, so he stepped forward and grabbed his lapel, "You—did you steal my purse? Return the purse to me, hurry up!"

"Lu Ning, you drank too much." Zhen Qingping felt that he was not good, so he stretched out his hand to pull him, but Lu Ning really drank too much, and with great strength, he separated Zhen Qingping's hand with one hand: "No, I didn't drink too much, my purse is gone, this man stole it! He hit me just now!"

　Why is it called Nan Qingshan? I didn’t think too much about designing the character and plot at that time. At that time, I felt that he was just a paper man, not vivid enough, not three-dimensional enough, so the name was also very random, but when I wrote this After a period of time, the story became fuller than expected, and this person suddenly became flesh and blood. A poem flashed in my mind: Qingshan is lucky to bury his loyal bones, white iron casts innocent ministers.

　　So the name was suddenly changed to Nanqingshan. He became a real person, walking from the words to my heart.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)