How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 79

Chapter 79: The Peerless Minister of a Troubled World (Part 10)

With the new dynasty newly established, the political situation was clear and peaceful, and the weather was favorable. The crown prince was diligently handling political affairs in Luojing, while in the prosperous lands of Jiangzhou, the economy was gradually recovering, and there were many entertainers, and the streets were quite lively.

Wei Zhiji and Yu Lin had originally come for an old account book. Jiangzhou was a prosperous land, and the gentry were numerous, and it had the style of the old dynasty. After a clear investigation and dealing with a group of people, it had finally settled down.

The summer sun was just right, and the Jiangzhou river was flowing leisurely. After Wei Zhiji had finished his political affairs, and had been intimate with Yu Lin for a few days, he had received an urgent secret letter from his son on the bow of a black-awning boat.

【Father Emperor, Father, I hope this letter finds you well. How have you been recently? When will you return?】

A letter had been sent from a thousand miles away, and he had been dismissed with just one sentence.

“Is that all? Wei Xi is really getting less and less talkative as he grows up,” Wei Zhiji held the letter in one hand, and with the other, he rested his forearm, and the tip of his foot was against the oar.

He casually pulled a lotus pod, and with a smile, he looked up at the clear summer sky.

The letter in his hand swayed gently with the wind, and on the clear water, the afterimage of the paper that was reflected by the light also swayed.

Then he thought of something, and his head turned, and his eyes slanted at Yu Lin in the cabin, and he said with a smile, “Shall I see yours too?”

He turned over, and he got up cleanly, and he came over from the bow of the boat.

Yu Lin was sitting in the cabin and reading a letter. His letter was a thick stack, and from a distance, it looked like a booklet. Wei Zhiji raised his eyebrows slightly, and he bent down slightly, and he looked at it lazily, and he found that the entire letter was full of, “Father, good day. How have you been recently…”

“The Ministry of Works asked me for money. I said to go to the Ministry of Revenue. The old man from the Ministry of Revenue knelt down and started to cry, saying that he had no money, and he was crying and wailing. My head hurts so much…”

“The imperial chef in the palace has newly developed a kind of osmanthus milk jelly. I think it’s delicious, so I asked them to leave some for you and Father Emperor to taste when you come back.”

“In the morning, the imperial censor impeached the minister, Zhang. But the two of them started to fight in the main hall, and they were inseparable. The others went up to break them up, and Zhao Qing was punched in the eye, which was quite interesting. I have ordered the court historian to record it for you to see when you come back.”

“The more I hold power, the more I feel that the court is turbulent, and people are different. Recently, I have often felt that I am not up to the task. Father, when will you and Father Emperor return?”

Wei Zhiji: “…”

Wei Zhiji crumpled the letter in his hand as if nothing had happened and stuffed it into his pocket.

Yu Lin let out a light laugh, glanced at him, and his eyelashes lifted slightly, and he placed the letter in his hand into his. “Take a look.”

Wei Zhiji looked at the letter in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked up at the person who was sitting in the summer sunlight.

The world was newly established, and this person had shed his burden, and his posture was leisurely and relaxed.

The black-awning boat was spacious, and the black roof was reflecting the summer sun. The water was clear and round, and the lotus flowers were in full bloom. He was in the midst of the lotus leaves that reached the sky, and his green robe was swaying gently with the wind. His posture was like cold jade, and he was like a pine wind blowing through a stream.

Wei Zhiji looked at him with a smile, and he sat side by side with him, as if he could not get enough of looking. After a while, when Yu Lin looked over with confusion, he suddenly said, “Do you know that I often had a dream when I was young?”

Yu Lin was writing a strategy of checks and balances for the crown prince who was far away in the capital. He stopped his brush and ink and folded the letter in his hand.

Hearing this, he lifted his eyes slightly, and he looked at Wei Zhiji with confusion, and his eyes blinked lightly. “What dream?”

Wei Zhiji looked at him with a smile, and for a moment, he thought of the extravagant Luojing in the fifth year of Chang’an. After a pause, just as he was about to speak, the black-awning boat suddenly shook, and it was soaked by the water.

The summer rain was always unreasonable, and it would fall as it pleased. Just now, the sky was still a clear and sunny day, but in the blink of an eye, huge raindrops had already fallen into the water, and they had formed a water curtain.

Not far away, in a patch of lotus flowers and lotus pods, a series of cries of alarm came from the bridge in the middle of the lake.

It turned out to be the students of the Jiangzhou Academy who had gone out to paint. The lotus flowers in the summer of Jiangzhou were a beautiful sight, and when the students of the academy were tired of discussing politics, they would invite two or three friends to come and enjoy the scenery.

This lake had been cleverly designed by the previous prefect. A viewing bridge had been built in the center, and the scenery in all four seasons had a different charm. Today, the weather had been fine, but unexpectedly, at noon, the heavens had played a trick, and it had suddenly rained, and the students below had all been drenched.

Wei Zhiji and Yu Lin were on a black-awning boat, and they had been leisurely traveling from the middle of the lake. Under the pattering raindrops, they were only a stone’s throw away from them.

There was only a little green space by the bridge in the middle of the lake, and only a few green willows were planted on the green space. A row of small boats without a roof was swaying gently in the rain, and there was no place to shelter from the rain.

A group of students were holding their paintings and craning their necks, and they were on the verge of tears. They were anxiously stuffing their paintings into their arms, and when they looked up, they saw a spacious and conspicuous black-awning boat in the blue and rainy sky, and there was even a roof on the boat!

The bold ones were overjoyed, and then they began to wave. “Brother! Brother! Can you help us? We will be greatly rewarded!!”

Although there was a different charm in the pouring rain, they had come out to paint!

It was fine if they got wet, but if the paintings were gone, then everything would be gone.

Wei Zhiji had good hearing. Hearing the call for help from the shore, he raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at Yu Lin, who was also looking at the call for help, and he swallowed the words of reminiscing about the past that were on the tip of his tongue.

He turned his head to ask, and Yu Lin nodded, and he then used his internal energy to push the black-awning boat towards the bridge.

The cabin was spacious, and it was not a problem to accommodate a dozen or so students. One by one, the students dressed as scholars ran down from the bridge, and they were laughing loudly. It was as if a vibrant vitality that had cut through the summer of the second year of Zhaolin had blown into the cabin.

“Brother, are you guys boating on the lake here?” The Jiangzhou Academy was known for its literary style. A group of students had entered the boat, and they were not shy. They came over to greet him with a smile.

The leader of them was from the Mu family of Jiangzhou. He was only nineteen this year, and he was the famous qilin son of the Mu family. He was destined to be on the list of successful candidates in the future.

At this moment, he was looking at the two men in the cabin who, although he did not know their identities, had a pressing aura and could not be ignored. He did not know that one of them was his idol, and the other, when he would be on the list of successful candidates in the future, he would be very dumbfounded.

At this moment, he was just being polite because of the gratitude of a chance encounter. “I don’t know if there is anything we can help with. It’s not in vain that we have met.”

By his side, a group of young men were boasting with all their might. “Liulang’s painting skills are superb. You two are boating on the lake. Why don’t you ask him to paint a picture? It’s not that we’re exaggerating. Liulang’s talent, even the peerless Mr. Yu of the previous dynasty, had praised it.”

With the new dynasty newly established, everyone was avoiding the old dynasty, and they could not hide their disgust. Only that bright and clear great lord of that year, even to this day, was still the spiritual leader among the scholars.

A young man heard this and followed suit and boasted, “Although Liulang was still young at that time, and he was only in his teens, his painting was really in the eyes of that great lord. That great lord had always promoted the younger generation. When our fathers went to the capital to report on their duties, they would bring some of our works. The news from the capital would not be wrong.”

The Mu Liulang, who was being crazily boasted about, had the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, and after a pause, he did not deny it.

Hearing them, Wei Zhiji’s expression changed from nonchalant to a little strange. He turned his head, and his handsome face was tense, and his sharp features were slightly raised, and he repeated slowly, “The previous dynasty… the peerless… Mr. Yu?”

The peerless Mr. Yu of the previous dynasty was holding a teacup, and his long and slender, cold and white fingers paused on the porcelain. He looked up, and his elegant face in the summer’s green and rainy sky had a hint of a cold temperament.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and his expression was unchanged. He looked at the young men in the cabin and nodded lightly. “Then I’ll have to trouble you.”

Mu Liulang’s painting skills were indeed not bad. Time passed unconsciously, and he was concentrating on his painting. The two men with different expressions and an extraordinary bearing and a pressing aura were vividly on the paper.

He clearly knew that he could not afford to provoke the person in front of him. The young man who was with him looked at the painting and couldn’t help but let out a light sigh. “You two have the appearance of heavenly beings, and Liulang’s painting skills are superb. We mortals are like fish eyes mixed with pearls. We are really ashamed of ourselves.”

“…” The tips of Mu Liulang’s ears turned red from his praise.

Wei Zhiji was sitting on the side and listening, and the corners of his mouth were also twitching slightly. He looked at him with a loss for words, and he finally knew where the flowery memorials in the study had come from.

A group of them were walking and making a fuss, and they were talking and laughing, and it was quite interesting.

The summer weather was unpredictable. Unconsciously, Mu Liulang had finished his painting, and the weather had also gradually cleared up.

The sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell on the lake. The young men, who had been in a wretched state just now, were full of excitement again. They said their thanks, and they all said that they wanted to go back and continue to enjoy the scenery.

Jiangzhou had been full of scholars since ancient times, and it was probably due to this kind of atmosphere.

Wei Zhiji and Yu Lin looked at them, and they also seemed to see the rising new force of the dynasty. They sent them back again, and the black-awning boat was as swaying as when it had come, and it disappeared into the lotus flowers.

What was different from when they had come was that there was an extra scroll of a painting with delicate brushstrokes in the cabin. The scholar in the green robe was sitting upright, his expression calm. By his side, the tall man in a black robe had his eyes lowered on him, and they were shining.

The atmosphere in Jiangzhou was open, and it was not strange for men to be in love. On the contrary, it had a different kind of charm. Mu Liulang was sharp, and he had seen something, and he had painted the affection in it quite strongly.

Wei Zhiji hung up the painting, and when he turned his head, he met the gaze of Yu Lin, who was sitting in the cabin.

His beloved’s eyes were slightly curved, and he looked at him quietly, and he waited for him to come over. Remembering the topic just now, he asked again, “What dream?”

Wei Zhiji walked over, and he turned his head slightly, and he took his hand and played with it. Then he bent his legs and sat down, and he looked at him, and he paused for a moment, and he suddenly laughed.

He remembered that when he was seventeen, he had climbed over the wall, and he had gone down from the wall of the Yu residence time and time again, and he had sneaked into the study.

Yu Lin was very busy at that time, and he did not have much time for him. While he was dealing with the documents, he would lift his fingers slightly, and they would gently pass through his hair.

The sunlight had fallen, and it had fallen on the two of them. Time was very, very slow. At that time, his heart was full of the many feelings that were about to overflow, and when he was leaning on this person’s lap, he had thought.

If the days in the future were all like this, how wonderful it would be.

Unexpectedly, there were many things in the world, and things had changed. After several years of turmoil, it was only today that he had managed to steal a day of leisure.

Wei Zhiji was smiling lightly, and he did not speak. He came over, and his chin rested on Yu Lin’s collarbone, and he went up slightly, and he held his beloved’s neck and sucked it lightly.

Unlike the mangled, gloomy, and cold founding monarch in the script, Wei Zhiji was not at all like an emotionless emperor. He was good at military formations, and he was good at charging. He was also at ease with handling political affairs, but he was too unrestrained.

With the new dynasty newly established, and his great enmity avenged, he wanted to run away all day long.

Yu Lin was bitten on the skin and flesh, and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. He felt his breath on his face, and his fingers lifted slightly, and he soothed him by passing them through his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Wei Zhiji was kissing him, and he couldn’t get enough. A series of kisses fell, and his voice was hoarse, and he said with a low laugh, “I just remembered the old days. I always hoped that you wouldn’t be so busy, and you would have more time for me.”

On a certain summer day in the fifth year of Chang’an, just like today, the sky had cleared up after the rain, and the sun was just right. He was full of excitement, and he had climbed over the wall and had sneaked into the study of the Yu residence.

Yu Lin preferred bright light, and the windows in the study were always open. He was in a green robe, and he was looking down at a book. Wei Zhiji was in a crimson robe and a golden belt, and his gaze was scorching. He was smiling and was sitting on the windowsill and was looking at him.

After a while, he had jumped down, and he had walked towards this person in the brilliant sunlight, and he had made a wish.

Year after year, just like today.