Noble First Daughter-in-law

"Yes……"

Su Qinglan nodded slightly, wondering why she asked so, when she suddenly remembered something, and her eyes darkened.

But she didn't say much, she just saluted Shang Ruyi, turned around and left.

Shang Ruyi stood at the entrance of the palace, watching the slender figure walking away and disappearing into the silent night. Then he raised his head and glanced at the moon above his head. Although it looked fuller than the previous two days, it was still crooked. The crescent moon is not perfect.

The moon's waxing and waning has been difficult to achieve since ancient times.

What's more, like her, in such an extremely wealthy royal family, if she wants stability, she is afraid that she will have to find it in greater storms.

Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi sighed softly, turned around and walked back.

Time passed little by little, and more than half an hour later, when the moon reached the zenith, the discussion in Baifu Hall finally reached a stage. Yu Wenyuan asked Eunuch Yu to send Yu Mingyue out of the palace early. At this time , and after clarifying some things, he asked Shen Wuzheng and Pei Xingyuan to leave the palace to prepare for tomorrow's expedition.

The little eunuch who was holding a lantern to guide Shang Ruyi and Su Qinglan came up again and guided the two adults with a smile.

However, the two of them walked more dullly and much faster than the two of them just now.

After a while, he walked out of Hanguang Gate. When the little eunuch behind him said goodbye to the two of them, and then turned to leave, Pei Xingyuan immediately turned his head, his eyes sparkling in the dark night, staring at Shen Wuzheng: "Hey! "

Shen Wuzheng seemed to know that he had been holding it back all the way, so he simply said: "Speak carefully."

Pei Xingyuan paid no attention to him and said impatiently: "You still have the heart to say this? You are in great danger!"

"Oh?"

"I think they're targeting you."

"Who?"

"Who else could it be? King Han, and Yu Mingyue!"

Pei Xingyuan frowned, recalling everything that had happened these days, his usually joking attitude became serious now, and said: "You, the reporter, joined the army because they wanted you to go out with the army for this battle in advance. prepare!"

"..."

"It must be because you helped Feng Chen in controlling the plague this time, so the other party is going to attack you!"

"..."

"That Yu Mingyue, she, she can really predict the future!"

Mentioning these four words again, Pei Xingyuan felt chills all over his body.

He lives a carefree life, and is not afraid of ghosts and gods like some other people, but respecting ghosts and gods and staying away from them has always been his purpose. The "unpredictable prophet" mentioned before is more of a compliment to some wise men.

The so-called "foreseen" by these wise men are actually more speculations on people's hearts and deductions of changes in general trends, so as to predict the development of the situation.Big and accurate, small may not be precise.

But Yu Mingyue is different.

This time, he really felt the other person's knowledge and ability——

Nearly demon!

Therefore, it was possible to judge that Yu Wenye would suffer from the plague during the Battle of Fufeng, buy all the medicinal materials in Kongguan in advance, and take Shen Wuzheng into account before the Battle of Taiyuan broke out.

After hearing Pei Xingyuan's words, Shen Wuzheng's breath deepened.

From the moment he heard the urgent military report sent back from Taiyuan, he knew that he had been plotted by the other party - no, in fact, from the moment Eunuch Yu came to the Shen family to deliver the order to the moment he took up the official position, he had already Sensed something was wrong.

"No, she's not a prophet."

"Not a prophet? What is that?"

"..."

Shen Wuzheng pondered for a long time and said: "It seems that she has no divination, just pure knowledge."

"Simple knowledge?"

Pei Xingyuan repeated this sentence again, and said half-understanding: "You mean, she just simply knows what will happen in the future?"

Shen Wuzheng thought about it again, shook his head and said, "No." Pei Xingyuan opened his eyes wide: "No? What is that?"

Shen Wuzheng thought for a while, seemed to be considering his words, and after a while, he said softly: "She looks more like - the things that will happen in the future, to her, seem to be things placed in a box , or in other words, like words written on a book.”

"..."

"She opened it and knew what it was."

"..."

"Just like the poem she made just now."

Mentioning that poem, Pei Xingyuan's eyes lit up, but his brows also furrowed tighter, and he said: "This woman is not as good as she wants in words and deeds, and of course not as good as you, but she never expected that she could do such a good job." of poetry.”

After saying that, he repeated: "Nine Heavens will open the palace, and all nations will worship Mian Liu!"

"..."

"No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like someone with such courage."

"so,"

Shen Wuzheng said: "I just said that the things she knew were not things she thought of or predicted. They were more like they were written in a book. She opened it and found this paragraph before she knew it."

"..."

"Including the poem she just wrote."

Pei Xingyuan looked at him: "I don't understand."

Shen Wuzheng walked forward and said, "Just now, when she and Ruyi were writing poems, I had been paying attention to them. Ruyi's poems should have been prepared when we were playing in Qianbu Corridor. Of course, they were not the best. , but in such a short period of time, and being able to reach His Majesty's heart, my little sister's mind is astute as anyone else."

Hearing this, even though his heart was heavy, Pei Xingyuan couldn't help but smile and said, "I know your little sister is awesome, so there's no need to praise her."

Shen Wuzheng glanced at him coldly.

Then he continued: "But Yu Mingyue...she doesn't look like she is composing poetry."

"Don't want to write poetry? What are you doing?"

"Like writing in silence"

"Shu Shu? What do you mean?"

Shen Wuzheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "When I was studying under the teacher, the teacher often asked us to memorize some wonderful articles silently, and sometimes he would recite them by name. She just seemed to be unprepared. The students were suddenly called on, and they remembered a little, but not much, and they seemed to be struggling to recall."

"Memories?"

Pei Xingyuan hesitated for a moment and then said: "However, when writing poetry, if you can't think of good words and sentences, it will be very difficult."

"No, not the same."

"What's the difference?"

"When I studied under a teacher, I not only learned the classics of the sages, but the teacher also taught us some special knowledge. For example, he once taught us how to judge whether a person is sincere when he speaks through a pair of eyes. "

"How do you tell with your eyes?"

"The teacher once said that when a person is thinking, his eyes tend to look down, and when he is recalling, his eyes tend to look up."

"..."

"So, people who write poetic couplets often lower their heads; while people who write silently often raise their heads."

"..."

"just,"

A cold light flashed in Shen Wuzheng's eyes: "She didn't lower her head even once."