This sleeve is broken secretly

What Xie Jin made a big fuss about Jutai was like paper on fire, and it spread throughout the streets and alleys of the entire capital in one night.However, Xie Ling himself was not in a hurry, and returned to Xie's house calmly after teaching others, as if what he did was not a major event that shocked the government and the public at all.

There is still an errand in the household department. This morning Xie Jin washed up calmly, put on his official uniform, and ordered the boy to prepare a horse and prepare to go out.After the rumors started to spread some time ago, the door of Xie's house was also closed and people only pass through the side door on weekdays.Today, however, Xie Qin ordered the young man to open the gate, and then jumped out of the gate with his head held high.

The street was quiet, even though some passers-by occasionally cast curious glances at Xie's house, they did not dare to stay and left in a hurry.Xie Lingju glanced at him immediately and seemed to see nothing wrong, just about to urge the horse to leave, but found a carriage parked in the corner.

There was nothing special about the carriage, it just sat there quietly for an unknown amount of time.The bamboo curtains of the car windows were also drooping, and it was unclear whether there were people inside or no one there.

However, the heart in Xie Jin's chest constricted suddenly.

He couldn't help but tightened the reins, exhausted all his strength to keep the expression on his face calm, then gently pulled the horse's head and drove the horse slowly to the front of the carriage as if calmly.Intentionally or not, his figure blocked the window of the carriage.

A slender, white hand lifted the curtain slightly.

Under the slowly rolled-up bamboo curtain, a pair of beautiful autumn water eyes were exposed. Looking up from the bottom, he looked like a lake with empty mountains after rain.

Xie Ling stared at him blankly, a feeling of sourness suddenly rose in his heart.He fights fiercely, kills Buddhas and gods, and his reputation as the little overlord of the capital has never been in vain. Even though he is accused by thousands of people and covered in blood, he has never flinched or been weak.

However, at this time, he just looked at the figure in the car who raised the bamboo curtain, and he felt a thousand grievances for no reason.It seems that there is a bloody storm outside, and only the person in front of you is the only harbor.And he is not a vicious beast, just a wronged cub who wants to find some understanding and comfort from the people in front of him.

"Liangqing..." He finally recovered his voice, and asked a little dryly, "Why are you here?"

Shen Bing pursed his lips slightly, and said in a low voice: "I heard what happened to you last night..."

Xie Ling hurriedly wanted to explain the cause to avoid him misunderstanding, but before he could say anything, Shen Tingfu whispered again: "You yourself - have you ever been injured?"

Xie Ling was taken aback, and all kinds of sweet joy flooded his heart: "No."

"You make such a fuss, have you thought about the consequences?"

"The emperor has already approved it." Xie Qin said in a deep voice, "These things are flies that attach to the flesh, and they cannot be driven away unless they are beaten."

The corners of Shen Yan's lips raised slightly, as if he smiled briefly, and then quickly fell back.Xie Qin stared at him with some trepidation, and his heart rose and fell with the ups and downs of the corners of his lips. In an instant, he seemed to fly up to nine heavens and then fall into the abyss.

"Let it go."

Shen Bing called him with some difficulty, as if there was something unspeakable, and finally said with difficulty: "You—you can blame me—"

Xie Ling was taken aback for a moment, and said anxiously, "How can I blame you?"

"That day in the tea house, I didn't intend to give up on you, so I ran away..." Shen Yan closed his eyes, "I just—— I have too many worries, and I am too cowardly. Even these days , I hid like a tortoise, leaving you alone to face these right and wrong, it is too unfair to you..."

Xie Ling looked at him, feeling pity and pain in his heart.After a while, he stretched out his hand and gently put it on Shen Bing's hand on the window sill.Shen Bing's hand trembled, but he still didn't dodge it.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, they all began to be a little afraid of intimacy and sunshine.

But these are things they must overcome after all.

In the capital at dawn, on the deserted streets, a young official sits atop a steed, his handsome face gently looking down at the son in the carriage in response to the morning light.Even though the walls may have ears, they still held hands in the clear sunlight and warm breeze.

Full of tenderness but fearless.

"Let it go." Shen Yan said softly, "There is something I must do."

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What Xie Qin did in Jutai soon became known to everyone.After this incident, except for a small number of people who were still clinging to the rumors about Shen Yi and Xie Ling, the others were shocked by the layers of secret relationships that followed.

What seemed to be a simple rumor of sex is actually inextricably linked with the current court situation?It turns out that the person manipulating public opinion in the capital is Kuang Zheng?And his purpose is to evade the Ministry of Accounts' investigation of his deficit accounts?

The dignified Chief Assistant, dare to use such a low-handed method?What did he think of everyone in the capital? Did he play with the chess pieces in his hands?

It was the students of the Hanlin Academy who were the first to protest angrily.They already admired Shen Bing very much, but now they were very angry because they were played by Kuang Zheng.On the third day when Xie Qin made a big fuss in Jutai, a group of students gathered and smashed the gate of Kuang's house, and the big characters "Kuang's thieves will harm the country" and "False Zhongliang" were plastered all over the outer wall of Kuang's house. It looks like being cursed by a Yin talisman, which is extremely terrifying.

The people in the Kuang House had no choice but to report to the officials.

However, what is interesting is that Wucheng Bingmasi, who was in charge of security patrols in the capital, sent Kuang back with a flirtatious sentence of "not enough manpower, unable to help".

At this time, someone was secretly discussing that Hu Ming, who was humiliated by Xie Jin that day, ran into Li Congxin, the deputy commander of the Wucheng Army and Horse Division after he escaped from Jutai. Hu Ming was tied back for "violating the curfew" and he is still locked up in the yamen.

The Wucheng Bingma Division is under the jurisdiction of the Supervision Yuan, and Yang Lian Yushi of the Supervision Yuan once even planned to marry his daughter to Shen Bing.

It is self-evident who and what faction the inspector Qingliu, headed by the inspectorate, supports in this confrontation.

When many forces in the capital are entangled with each other and the situation is intensifying, Qin Lang, Shen's enlightenment teacher in Jingzhou, quietly came to the capital.It was rumored that he was going to hold a talk meeting in Guangji Temple in the western suburbs.

In the last ten days of September, the red maple in the capital is in full bloom, and the continuous cold autumn rain washes the scarlet color even more dazzlingly, and soon the whole city falls into the invasion of this color. There was a continuous fire all around the house.

In this season when the eyes are red and yellow, the only thing that can make the eyes a little clear are the Buddhist temples.Monks don't like bright yellow, red and other "meat colors", so it is rare to see autumn maple and spring flowers in the temple. The ancient pine, green sandalwood and bodhi are always planted in the clean ground, and the eyes are always green and quiet.

The abbot of Guangji Temple is also a wonderful person. Although he is an outsider, he is very fond of romantic affairs, so he has a very good relationship with many scholars, scholars and scholars.This time when Qin Lang came to Beijing, the abbot graciously invited him to stay in the temple for a while, and even vacated a quiet room for him to invite people to visit.

On the day of the symposium, there was continuous light rain, which made the mountain steps slippery. Even so, it was hard to stop the enthusiasm of the students from the capital city to visit the Great Confucianism.

Before the time comes, dozens of oil-paper umbrellas have already passed through the dense pine paths and stone roads.The students arrived in the quiet room with the coolness of the autumn rain and the fragrance of the earth and woods, and sat down respectfully one after another. They glanced excitedly and restrainedly at Qin Lang who was seated.

Qin Lang drank tea leisurely, his eyes drifted to the rain and mist outside the window, his expression was calm.The room was gradually filled with people, but he was not in a hurry, didn't speak, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The students looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what kind of meditation Qin Lang was playing, and did not dare to make a sound.This great Confucian is the founder of the Jingzhou School, and he is a figure like the Big Dipper in the academic world. Everyone present has admired him for a long time and dare not disrespect him.

The people in the room were so strangely deadlocked to have a cup of tea, but suddenly heard a series of footsteps outside the door, followed by the crisp sound of continuous raindrops beating on the surface of the oil-paper umbrella.The sound was not loud, but it happened to break the somewhat frozen silence in the room, causing everyone to raise their eyes to the door.

The door of the quiet room was left open, only half of the bamboo curtain was hung.The wind blows the curtain, and through the lower half of the curtain, one can see a man in green clothes holding an umbrella, floating from the blue stone path under the century-old pine, and strolling to the corridor.

Everyone in the room could not see his appearance clearly through the bamboo curtain. They could only see his clothes fluttering slightly in the slanting wind and drizzle, and his pair of slender bamboo legs.

Everyone couldn't see his appearance, curious and anxious in their hearts, they stretched their heads to look at him.

But the latecomer seemed to be unaware that there was a room of people waiting for him. Standing on the porch, he put away the umbrella first, and then slowly knocked the umbrella on the porch pillar a few times to shake off the rainwater on the umbrella. He hurriedly shook the moisture from the corner of his clothes, and then walked to the door.

Qin Lang was drinking tea, listening to this series of movements, there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Everyone's appetite had already been whetted by this latecomer, and all of them stared fixedly at the half-hanging bamboo curtain.

At this time, I saw a hand like a jade carving and bamboo raising the lower edge of the curtain, and a moist and clear rainy breath from the outside rushed towards my face. At the same time, a tall and slender figure finally stepped in inside the house.