In Lord Li's room. The Marquis of Kang Dinghou came before the sky had brightened. From beginning to end, he said a lot of things, nothing more than his own son killing people. Between his words there was worry and lament, a few drops of tears squeezed out of his eyes, but they did not fall, he resisted with great difficulty for several times.
。 Official Li also didn't feel good in his heart. It was supposed to be a good day for his birthday, and basically all the famous people in Yan Jing City had come. It could be said that they had given him enough face and respect. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen? A happy event and a funeral would collide together?
He was the nephew of Minister Wang, and the one who was accused of murder was his own nephew. This kind of thing was really difficult to deal with.
However, for the sake of fairness, Lord Li and the Marquis of Kangding could not be biased in order to prevent others from gossiping. "Big Brother, that child Shi Yan is a bit naughty and mischievous, but he would definitely not do something like murder. This time, it must be as General Su said; he was framed by someone, but how can a mere two days be enough? Brother, you have to say something! "Master Hou was anxious.
She had wanted to see her son, but she was worried that someone would talk behind her back. Thus, she had no choice but to come to Lord Li at dawn. She stayed there for four hours.
In the end, it was all the same. Official Li sat cross-legged on the table and sighed. He picked up the tea on the tea table and was about to drink it, but just as the tea reached his mouth, he put it down again. The wrinkles on his forehead were deeply furrowed. He looked at the anxious Marquis of Kangding sitting opposite him and said, "Shi Yan, this is …"
The trouble I've caused this time isn't something that I can settle with just a few words. Usually, I can settle it with some small squabbles, but this is murder, and human lives are at stake. Even the Emperor can't abuse his power for personal gain here, let alone me. "
"But Big Brother … As a father, you indulged your son on a daily basis, causing his temper to become lawless and out of control. Every time he gets into trouble, you're always there to clean up after him. That's why he's like this. If you really want to blame someone, you should blame yourself for not doing your job.
That's why your son ended up like this! " Lord Li's tone was stern, and he reprimanded him with the tone of a big brother. However, there was more or less some worry in his words. Master Hou was ashamed. He knew that he had indulged Li Shiyan too much in the past, resulting in his bad habits. Helplessly … he only had one son. How could he not love him? Moreover, he was usually too busy, which was why he neglected to discipline Li Shiyan.
He used the title of the heir to do whatever he wanted in Yan Jing City. Now that he had caused such a disaster, as his father, it was too late for regrets.
But …
He couldn't just sit and wait for death! She looked at her big brother and put aside her pride to plead, "Yes, I did play a part in this, but Shi Yan definitely wouldn't kill anyone. Big Brother, he's your nephew, so you should trust him. Although he's a bit flamboyant, he's good at heart.
Damn it, even if you gave him a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to kill someone! "
"But this is the current situation!"
"Go and tell Lord Huang to add a few more days. Two days is really not enough!"
Lord Li sighed. "I'm just afraid that if Lord Huang agrees, Minister Wang will be resentful."
"Then …" Master Hou scratched his ears and cheeks, as if his heart was on fire. Lord Li was helpless. If he was a middleman, there was nothing wrong with going to Lord Huang. However, Li Shiyan was his nephew, so in this case, his identity was a bit more sensitive. If he really interfered, it would be a big problem for him.
If he really interfered, he was afraid that Minister Wang would make a big fuss, but he couldn't ignore it.
Now, he could only think of one person —
"The Old Villa Master of Ning 'an Villa!"
…
After the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, Lord Li immediately sent his old subordinate, Uncle Liang, to the Pavilion of Fallen Grass where the Old Villa Master was in seclusion, intending to ask the Old Villa Master to come forward. The Pavilion of Fallen Grass was located in a bamboo forest behind the villa. If one didn't go deep into the forest, it would be difficult to find a short tower here. The words "Pavilion of Fallen Grass" were written on the door of the short tower. The Old Villa Master and the divine doctor, Wen Cong, had been in seclusion here for some time. Usually, a few servants would take turns to go in to deliver food and serve them. It was understandable that the Old Villa Master did not attend Lord Li's birthday because he was in seclusion, but Wen Cong, who always liked to join in the fun, also did not attend.
Yes, this was a little strange. It was quiet inside the tower and the decorations were very elegant. There was a Buddha statue in the tower, and there were many high bridges around it. The bridges were filled with candles, and yellow banners hung beside the red pillars in the tower. They were blown up and down by the warm wind that came in from the window.
The candles on the high bridges were also faintly trembling and looked like they were about to be blown out. The second floor was filled with bookshelves that were stuffed with all kinds of books. There were no gaps, and some books that could not fit were directly piled on the ground.
At this time, the Old Villa Master and Wen Cong were in seclusion in the warm room on the second floor.
Although it was called seclusion, it was nothing more than discussing knowledge, playing chess, drinking tea, and occasionally talking about matters in the court or the grudges of the Jianghu.
The two of them sat cross-legged on the ground with a chessboard in front of them. The Old Villa Master played the black pieces, and Wen Cong played the white pieces. Looking at the situation on the chessboard, it was obvious that the black pieces were in the majority, and the white pieces were in danger. It was likely that in a few more moves, the white pieces would be defeated.
Wen Cong, who was in his forties, held a white piece between his fingers. He frowned and stared at the chessboard with a burning gaze. He was thinking about what move he should make next.
He did not make a move for a long time.
The Old Villa Master, who was in his seventies, was not in a hurry. He stroked his white beard and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the chessboard. He did not rush them, nor did he disturb them. After a while, he picked up the cup of tea beside him and took a sip.
Until Wen Cong placed the white piece on his fingertip!
The Old Villa Master's narrowed eyes widened. He nodded and said, "In these few days, your chess skills have improved by a lot."
"Old Villa Master, please don't tease me. I have played so many games with you over the past few days, and I have not won even once."
"Winning or losing is not important, what is important is what you have learned!"
"What you said is true, but it will take some time for me to learn more. But I can't stay here for too long, or else I will definitely learn chess skills from you, Old Villa Master." "Everyone has their own strengths! I spend my days idling in the villa. Other than reading, drinking tea, and playing chess, I will naturally become proficient. But you are different. Your medical skills are superb, and you have the ability to heal the dying and heal the injured. Everyone praises you as a divine doctor.
Your skills are much better than an old man like me who only knows how to play chess. " The Old Villa Master was old, and he spoke slowly. Then, he picked up a black piece and placed it on the chessboard.
In an instant, he took a few of his opponent's white pieces and placed them into the chessboard. The Old Villa Master of Ning 'an Villa was already seventy-five years old. He had been living a secluded life in the villa, but he would always hear about matters of the Jianghu or the imperial court. When he was young, he would still care about it. But as he grew older, and even at his current age, he just listened and continued to read and play chess. His sleeves were clean and he did not care about other people's business. He had no children in his life, and he was alone. He did not feel lonely. Instead, he felt at ease.
He was waiting for the day when he could leave freely.
As for Wen Cong, he had originally come to celebrate Lord Li's birthday, but he suddenly came to the Pavilion of Fallen Grass and accompanied the Old Villa Master for a few days. Even though so many things had happened outside, he did not go out to take a look. It was as if his personality had changed.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the game in front of them ended.
There was no doubt that the Old Villa Master had won!
They packed up their pieces and prepared to play another game, but someone knocked on the door of the warm room.
A servant came in with an incense burner in his hand. He placed it beside the chessboard and said, "Villa Master, Uncle Liang is outside the Pavilion of Fallen Grass and wishes to see you. He said that Lord Li sent him to bring a message."
Wang Huai's death had caused an uproar in the villa. The Old Villa Master had heard about it on the night of the incident, but he had ignored it.
Now that Uncle Liang had come to see him, it must be because of this matter.
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