Don't be tempted, sir

[Yan Li and Yan Xu colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, formed a clique for personal gain and intended to seize power and usurp the throne. Pei Songming colluded with them. Feng Ke and Liu Ben of Qianzhou did not care about their duties, and assisted Pei Songming in colluding with the enemy and betraying the country, helping Yan Xu to hide weapons. Yan Li, together with Wang Zu, the guard of the West Camp, secretly used arrows to shoot and kill the second rank of the dynasty, intending to frame the prince. Zhang Wei, the head of Lingxiao Pavilion, secretly established a dark organization to buy lives with money.

Yan Li and Yan Xu were dismissed from their posts and confined for life. Pei Songming was executed immediately, his entire family was confiscated and he was exiled to Dianzhou. Feng Ke, Liu Ben, and Wang Zu were executed immediately, their entire family was confiscated and they were exiled to Xizhou. Zhang Wei was wanted.

Song Xiaoyuan, a second-rank official of the dynasty, and more than a thousand warriors including Deputy General Wang Lin, Deputy General Yong He, Central Army Zhang Bin, and Captain Wang Jie'en participated in this supervision and died! Buried and compensated their families.

The rest of the soldiers will be placed and rewarded by the Ministry of War! 】

The next day, before Ah Wu woke up, the Song Mansion had already hung up white silk cloth and the lanterns at the gate had been changed to white.

Shen Yining has been preparing for her sister-in-law's delivery these days. Her mother is not around and her grandmother is old. Although she is still an unmarried girl, she is not afraid of the responsibility. The day before yesterday, she met several wet nurses who were about the same month as her sister-in-law. Yesterday, she found three experienced midwives. Today, she has to prepare the clothes, bedding, and utensils for the delivery in advance... She is so busy that she has no time to rest.

As soon as I arrived at my eldest sister-in-law's garden, I met my eldest brother who was walking out of the house with furrowed brows.

"Brother, why are you in such a hurry to go out?"

Shen Changjun, who was walking with his head down, looked up and said, "Xiao Yuan is dead! I hurried to the Song family."

When Shen Yining heard those four words, he froze in place.

Changjun left in a hurry, and when he saw that she didn't react, he walked away quickly.

Shen Yining didn't move for a long time. Xingyue called out, "Miss, Miss?" Shen Yining came back to her senses and hurried out the door.

"Miss, Miss, aren't we going to look for the eldest lady? Where are you going, Miss? Walk slower!"

"I...I'm going to find Song Xiaoyuan!"

"Miss....."

He started to run from a quick pace, and when he was almost at the Song Mansion, he suddenly slowed down his pace, a little afraid to get closer... How could he die! How did he die? ... He walked to the door of the Song Mansion and watched the white silk extending into the mansion.

Shen Yining walked into the garden in disbelief. The grieving Madam Song and Song Jueming stood in front of the coffin. They watched Shen Yining, with grief in his eyes, approach and stand on tiptoe to look into the coffin.

Mrs. Song was afraid of scaring her, so she hurriedly pulled her back: "Yining, Xiaoyuan is not in the coffin..."

Shen Yining did not reply, but leaned on the coffin mouth and looked inside. There was indeed no Song Xiaoyuan inside, only the brocade clothes he wore when he said goodbye that night, the blood-red brocade clothes.

He silently released his hand from the coffin and walked away.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and Shen Yining was in a state of confusion.

Song Xiaoyuan felt that his wound was not serious, so he hurried back to Beijing in the early morning when he woke up. He arrived at the city gate late at night the next day, but it was already late and the gate was closed.

The night watchman raised a torch and asked Song Xiaoyuan who was riding a horse: "Who is entering the city?"

"Song Xiaoyuan" then dismounted and showed his badge.

The soldier didn't react at night. He just looked at the badge and gestured to the person: "Hello, Lord Song! Open the city gate!"

The city gate opened, but Song Xiaoyuan did not mount his horse, but led the horse through the city. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and for some reason he wanted to see her.

"Hey~ Who was that person who just went in? He came into the city so late."

"Master Song..."

"That Lord Song? Lord Cassia?"

"That's it... huh? Song..."

At this moment, Song Xiaoyuan, who was leading the horse, had just turned into the alley towards the Shen Mansion.

"Ghost, Master Song's body is back!!"

"What? Have you gone crazy from being a clerk?"

"That person just now! That person is Song Xiaoyuan, the second-rank official who died in the notice!"

The two soldiers were numb...

When they reached the gate of Shen's house, the gate was closed. Song Xiaoyuan patted the horse's butt lightly, and the horse snorted and trotted back home.

Song Xiaoyuan climbed over the wall and walked on the eaves. She saw a house with lights on and came closer. She sat there on the eaves.

"Shen Yining"

"Ok?"

"not tired?"

“Somewhat”

"Hmm?" Shen Yining reacted and turned around. It was him! He was standing right in front of him! He stood up suddenly, a little shaky, and Song Xiaoyuan quickly supported him.

"careful!"

"Song Xiaoyuan!"

"Well, why are you so excited to see me?"

Shen Yining reached out and hugged him: "Fortunately I don't believe you are dead!"

"What does this mean?"

Shen Yining saw some blood seeping from his right shoulder of the moon-white robe: "You're injured again!"

"No problem"

"It doesn't matter if you keep talking. The capital has already announced that you are dead!"

"Ok?"

"Come on, let's go to the room and I'll do it for you."

"It's not good to go to your bedroom"

"Then come to my roof? Let's go!"

The horse ran back to the Song Mansion and arrived at the back door. The servant heard the noise and opened it: "Xuan Ji! Where is Master Xuan Ji?" Seeing the master's horse crying, he ran to the front room: "Master, Madam, Master... Master's horse is back!"

Song Jueming and his mother quickly walked to the stable in the backyard, and Xuan Ji walked back to the trough to eat grass.

"Xuan Ji! Where's Xuan Ji Xiao Yuan!"

Xuan Ji, who was eating grass, tilted his head and pointed outside, but there was no one at the door.

It was the first time that Song Xiaoyuan entered a woman's boudoir. It was different from a man's, very bright! He sat casually on the window couch, with a porcelain vase of pink peony in season on the table, emitting a faint fragrance.

Shen Yining came over with a tray: "Does it look good?"

"Ah."

Putting down the tray in his hand, he said, "Lord Song, do it yourself or should I help you?"

Song Xiaoyuan unbuttoned his clothes slowly, revealing his right shoulder wrapped in gauze: "Thank you for your help."

Shen Yining looked at the bleeding right shoulder. Fortunately, he had taken care of it before and knew how to deal with it. Otherwise, looking at this horrible state, he would have to call the court doctor. Untying the gauze, the new wound was piled on the old wound, and he couldn't help frowning, "Why is it so embarrassing again?"

"Oh, just kneel down and let people run over you."

"Huh?" Shen Yining didn't know that Song Xiaoyuan was good at martial arts. He just felt that he must have been in great danger and had no choice but to kneel down.

Song Xiaoyuan didn't explain, and his brows were furrowed at this moment.

Shen Yining had taken care of him before and knew that he could not stand the pain. He quickly applied the ointment. The cool ointment relieved a lot of pain. He watched his frown slowly relax. He bandaged and dressed him in one go: "All right!"

"Thank you very much"

"Hand! Let me see it."

Song Xiaoyuan looked at Shaoyao and put his hand on hers: "This fragrance is a bit strange."

"Peony, the smell of the medicinal herbs is a bit strange." Shen Yining untied the gauze on his hand, still the sword wound: "Why is this!"

"Wounded by the sword"

"Why is he kneeling and stabbed? And he is holding a sword. Is it dangerous?"

"Well, I can't beat them."

At this moment, Shen Yining just felt that he was so pitiful, a civil servant being involved in such dangerous public affairs.

"Okay, Lord Song, go back and clear up the misunderstanding! Your mother must be extremely sad right now."

Song Xiaoyuan was puzzled, and a handful of pink jade peony was stuffed into his hand. "Go to bed early, Lord Song."

"Thank you, farewell!"