I have the beauty of the villain's love

The golden lacquer of the rich door, and the two stone lions outside the door show the grandeur of the noble courtyard.

From the sedan chair parked at the door, a male voice came, "Go and knock on the door."

"Yes." The bearer responded and knocked on the door. After a long time, the door was opened from the inside, and a man in satin clothes came out, followed by a few servants. He looked outside coldly with his hands behind his back, " Who's knocking on the door outside?"

"Go back to your lord, Mr. Zhao is here to visit."

"Mr. Zhao? Which Mr. Zhao?" The servant in this mansion is just like the master, he is a snobbish eye. Seeing that the person knocking on the door is dressed in coarse cloth, his eyes are going to the sky. "It's so late, our master is early Take a rest, come back tomorrow if you have something to do."

"Hey, master!" Seeing that the people inside were about to close the door, the bearer became anxious all of a sudden, "Our Mr. Zhao is your lord's cousin—"

The servant in the lead stopped his movements, and just when the bearer thought he could enter the door, he heard him sneer, "Cousin? In our lord's house, there are too many people who come to recognize relatives every day, let alone cousins. Even our lord's own son has to wait outside." After saying that, the door closed without mercy.

The bearer returned to the sedan chair and returned to the sedan chair. A man in green clothes came out of the sedan chair. He was fat and big-eared. His face immediately wrinkled, "Okay, my cousin has been a high-ranking official for several years, and his relatives don't recognize him anymore! Bah, if my mother hadn't given him half of the cornbread back then, how could he have survived to this day?" ah!"

"Young master, then we..."

It was getting late, and the man in the sedan chair had been aggrieved for a long time. The climate in this capital city was different from his hometown. He was wearing thin clothes and shivering from the cold in the sedan chair. I'll come back tomorrow."

"Hey—" several bearers responded, carried the sedan chair and left.

The slave who returned to the mansion didn't take the person who recognized his relatives seriously, and when he was about to go to bed, he was summoned by the master, saying that the little oriole raised by the master had flown away, and hundreds of family members surrounded the mansion. I turned it up and down several times, and even the branches on the tree had to be pushed aside to search carefully.

"I found it! I found it!" A servant lying on the ground stood up holding a small bird.

The brocade servant carrying the lantern walked over a few steps and snatched the bird. Seeing that it was the one raised by the master, a look of joy appeared on his face, and then he turned cold again when he saw the flattering servant in front of him. , "It's none of your business, go down."

The servant retreated in awe.

The servant in brocade clothes held the bird like a treasure, and went into the study, "Master, your beloved servant has been found for you."

Hearing this, the man in the study stood up immediately. He was also fat, with dangling meat on the plate of his big face, and the fingers on his fingers were much bigger than ordinary people. When he saw the oriole, he followed him. Like kissing his own son, he took it and kissed it again and again, then put it in the birdcage on the desk, and slowly enjoyed it.

"Zhao Gui, you did a good job."

The servant who got the compliment had a flattering face and bent over, "It's a slave's honor to serve the master."

The man was teasing the bird, suddenly remembered something, and asked casually, "Did someone knock on the door just now?"

Zhao Guidao, "Someone who claimed to be Mr. Zhao came outside to ask for an interview, saying that they were your cousin or something. The slaves saw it too late, and they were afraid of disturbing your rest, so they were sent away."

After the man heard it, he thought for a while and knew who it was, but he didn't make any movements, he just 'sucked' teasing the oriole in the golden cage, "Those poor relatives, seeing the master, I have developed, one by one Like a poultice."

"If the master doesn't want to see him, the servant will send him away."

The man waved his hand, "Throw it away."

"Hey." Zhao Gui responded and was about to go out when the man suddenly rolled his eyes and paused, "That's not right."

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Prince Xuan came to the court today and said that he would marry Princess Yuzhen to Zhang Luomen. Although Princess Yuzhen is a fool, she is still a princess." Mr. Pin, but we have no one in the court, and we can’t stand on our feet. If I climb the golden branch of Princess Yuzhen, then I am not a relative of the emperor?"

"That's right, master!" Zhao Gui didn't understand this, he only knew to agree with what the master said.

"Nowadays, there are not many people who are civil and military in the Manchu Dynasty, who are of the right age, and who are not married."

"Yes, my lord! Isn't it cheaper for us?"

The man Huang Li stopped teasing and stood up from the desk, "My cousin, if he is not married, maybe we can get married with that Princess Yuzhen."

"Master, you are too smart!"

"Go—" the man's eyes lit up in thought, and he slapped his thigh and walked towards the door.

"It's late at night, where are you going, master?" The slave was taken aback by him.

"Pick up my cousin!"

……

An incense sedan chair came from the street. As the sedan chair walked forward, a woman suddenly came behind.She stopped the sedan chair as soon as she came up, "Young master, young master, wait."

The bearer was stopped by her and got off the sedan chair.

The car curtain was opened, revealing a handsome face, and the candlelight outside the compound, the eyebrows and eyes reflected like paintings, "Miss Qiulian."

The woman came out with a money bag and passed it to the person inside from outside the curtain.

"This……"

"Mr. An, please accept it. This is my heart." The woman's cheeks suddenly turned red as she spoke.The young man surnamed An in front of him is a painter. He is handsome and has a good temper. The girls in the building like him very much. Every time he comes to the building, the guests will not accompany him, and they will pester him to paint.

"Miss Qiulian, what a shame."

"Mr. An is very talented, but he was born at the wrong time. Qiu Lian, I... feel sorry for Mr. An," Qiu Lian said.

Inside, of course, is Bai Lian, Baili is the surname of the country, so he changed his name to Mr. An, became a painter, and made a living painting for others, but painting is a slow job, and sometimes he has to chat with guests , He came and went again and again, and he also made up his own life experience.Said to be a down-and-out literati, he failed the exams several times, so he made a living with painting brushes.His rhetoric has offended many women in brothels, and the wives of the officials feel distressed.

After giving back twice, the money bag still fell into his hands, Qiu Lian bit her lip and gave him a look, then ran away with her skirt in her hands.

Bai Lian sighed, and when he was about to let the bearers pick up the sedan chair, the gate of the Zhao Mansion facing him suddenly opened, and more than a dozen servants rushed out with lanterns. Ask others to help you to walk.When Bai Lian was about to leave, the man suddenly stopped him with his servants.

Bai Lian was wondering, opened the car curtain and looked over, the man was staring at him, his eyes were dazed, and then he yelled like crying, "Cousin—"

Bai Lian told him to shout and was stunned.

"You useless bastards! You dare to stop the master's cousin, what the hell!" The man stared at him, but knocked his hands off the heads of those slaves one by one, "Your master, you were so miserable back then. I can’t even afford the steamed buns, if it wasn’t for my cousin’s mother who rewarded me with a mouthful of steamed buns, I wouldn’t be where I am now!”

The minion in brocade clothes was the smartest, and knelt down with a plop, "Master, this slave has lost his sight! This slave deserves to die!"

The man kicked him far away, and then came to the side of the sedan chair, with a smile all over his face, and lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, "Cousin—"

Bai Lian muttered, "...Your Excellency, did you recognize the wrong person?"

"Cousin is blaming me?" This man is a second-rank official in the court, Zhao Shuhuai, with a noble and arrogant name, but he climbed up to such a position by flattering him, "It's my cousin who made you suffer. Now that you are at my cousin's house, my cousin will decide everything for you."

Bai Lian opened his mouth and was about to explain, but Zhao Shuhuai's tears fell, and he took his hand and was very close, "Cousin, we both wore the same pair of pants when we were young."

"what?"

Bai Lian told him to pull him out of the sedan chair. Zhao Shuhuai saw that he was graceful and handsome, and felt that he would soon be married to the emperor, so he warmed up to him even more, "Cousin was tired all the way, Have you suffered a lot? Come on, come out and clean a side room, and then prepare good wine and food, I want to catch up with my cousin."

"Yes, sir."

The four bearers had never seen such a battle before. When each of them was puzzled, the servant in brocade clothes got up from the ground and waved to them arrogantly, "It's none of your business, get out of here!" .”

……

Bai Li'an was dragged into Zhao's mansion by force. He has been here for more than a month, and he usually makes a living by painting. Although his life can't be said to be poor, he certainly doesn't have the glory of Zhou's house in Lin'an.This Zhao Shuhuai is a noble mansion with a spacious mansion. Bai Lian was dragged into the living room by him. Before he could speak, Zhao Huai'an had already stuffed a cup of tea into his hand, then pressed his shoulders and made him sit on the chair. sat down.

"grown ups……"

Zhao Huaian sat next to him, because he was born fat, and looked very festive, squinting his eyes, he was more of a philistine than Zhou Yong.He was concerned, "How old is my cousin Geng this year? Is he married?"

"My lord, I..."

"Sir, the meal is ready."

Zhao Huaian raised his hand, "Bring it here." Then he smiled and said to Bai Li'an, "Cousin, let's talk slowly at the table, don't be too polite, this will be your home from now on."

"not me……"

"Let it go, my cousin is now an official, but he is still your cousin, we are what we were before, and we are what we are now." Zhao Shuhuai squeezed his wrist and pushed him to the table, "Zhao Gui, pour wine! "

"Yes. Mr. Zhao, drink."

"I'm not……"

The wine glass was brought to his lips, his shoulders were pressed down, and he couldn't even get up. With one mouthful, the wine was poured in.I don't know how many glasses of wine were poured in, Zhao Shuhuai asked again, "Is my cousin married now?"

Bai Lian's breath was hot, and he cupped his hands, "I have never been married."

Zhao Shuhuai and Zhao Gui exchanged a look, quite proud, "As the saying goes, elder brother is father, your cousin will help you arrange your marriage, you don't need to bother—come, come, cousin will toast you again. "

Bai Lian frowned, then covered his lips and pressed a belch into it.

I don't know how many glasses of wine were poured, but Bai Lian stood up and was dizzy. Zhao Shuhuai was not afraid of him leaving now, so he was placed in the wing room first, and then happily prepared to call someone over to wait on him to take a bath and change clothes , Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door of the mansion. This time, there were no slaves to stop, and a man dressed as a eunuch came in to announce the decree.

"Lord Zhao, King Xuan has an invitation."

King Xuan came to invite him, how could Zhao Shuhuai dare to rest, washed his face, used incense to diffuse the alcohol smell from his body, and followed him into the palace.

By the time we got to the palace, it was already late at night, and King Xuan's study was separated from the outside by a curtain.Zhao Shuhuai didn't dare to lift his head, and went in with a bowed body.

The people behind the curtain kept coughing, and the air was filled with the bitter smell of medicine.Zhao Shuhuai is such a flattering person, King Xuan didn't open his mouth, he first worried about King Xuan, "King Xuan, it's so late, you are still working on state affairs, I am ashamed and blame myself." Said it was King Xuan, but the emperor passed away , there is no one in charge in the palace, this King Xuan has to take care of everything, and he only needs to be crowned with the title of emperor.

"cough--"

Zhao Shuhuai stretched his neck and took a look inside, "King Xuan, you have to take care of your health, you cough, ouch, I'm so humble, I wish I could replace it with my body."

Finally, a somewhat hoarse voice came from inside the bright yellow curtain.

"Zhao Shuhuai."

"Wei Chen is here!"

"I dreamed of him again tonight..." His voice was a little weak, and Zhao Shuhuai saw the shadow behind the curtain, leaning against his forehead on the desk, looking extremely sleepy.

Zhao Shuhuai naturally knew who this King Xuan was talking about. There are quite a lot of such secrets in the harem, such as inviting the Xiantai fire back then, such as Princess Yuzhen who suddenly went crazy. All the old people in the palace knew about this, but no one dared to say it , It is a serious crime of beheading, but this matter, King Xuan wants to say, Zhao Shuhuai has to listen.The reason why he is so favored now is because King Xuan couldn't sleep that night.

"I dreamed that he was crying in Changle Palace. I asked him why he was crying, and he said..." His voice suddenly stopped, as if he was choking.

Changle Palace is a forbidden place in the palace, and the person who lived in it at the beginning has become the most unspeakable secret.

"He said that I was going to force him to death, and he didn't want to die."

All the palace servants in the imperial study had withdrawn, only Zhao Shuhuai and King Xuan were left. Zhao Shuhuai made his fortune, that is, the sixth prince who died, who was also the short-lived former emperor.King Xuan went out of the city to gallop his horse drunk one day, and suddenly burst into tears after witnessing something. Zhao Shuhuai happened to bump into him. At that time, he thought that he was going to burn himself, but he didn't expect that he would take advantage of it to rise all the way and become a second-rank official.It's just that he also knows his own role. The fewer people who knew the secret back then, the better. He became a channel for King Xuan to vent his anger.

"Xuan Wang, you have been friends with the emperor since you were young, and you have a deep friendship. Although a small mistake has created a rift, but..." Zhao Shuhuai wanted to say that they were brothers, but the relationship between the former emperor and Xuan Wang was complicated, so I will briefly discuss it. Let's just say, "There's no overnight hatred."

The person behind the curtain forced a laugh, "He and I are separated from each other now."

"There is a cycle of life and death in the world, and the law of yin and yang. The emperor is a dragon son, blessed by the dragon's energy, and now he may have become a fairy."

"Have you turned into a fairy?" He didn't believe in these before, but now he can only hope that these are true.

"Yes, King Xuan, I have been studying Buddhist scriptures these days, and I only hope that one day I can sincerely move the gods, let the emperor fall into a dream, and relieve your heart barrier."

Knowing that the people outside are telling lies, but at this moment, the lies are more comforting than the truth, "Zhao Shuhuai, come in and talk."

"Yes." Zhao Shuhuai got up from the ground, opened the curtain and went in.

King Xuan's back was covered with paintings, all of which were copied from the same one. The smile, face and voice of the former emperor seemed to be still there. Zhao Shuhuai was promoted by King Xuan. His status was low at that time, so naturally he had no chance to see the emperor.

"I don't want to sleep tonight, you choose a few articles and read them to me."

"Go back to King Xuan, should we still read the "Mourning Ci"?"

"Ah."

The lights were dim, and the figures on the wall became more and more lonely.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Bai Lian: I gave the scumbag author Veritaserum, and she will tell the truth when you ask me anything

Bad author:? ? ? ?

Little Angel: Why did you write a side story?

Scumbag author: to spread dog blood

Little Angel: Why didn't you write the fifth volume?

Scumbag author: Because I am poor, I can’t get money if I don’t finish it

Little Angel: Huh? ? ? ? ?

Scumbag author: ... Ouch, Bai Lian, you are doomed!I have a clean and honest image!

Little Angel: Is it true that I will eat meat until I vomit after I finish writing it?

Slag Author: [without hesitation] Yes

Brian:? ? ? ? ? ?What the hell? ? ? ?that's not what you told me