mottled

Cold-blooded and puzzled, he didn't understand the great justice of Iron Hand.People in the family who are willing to leave the official position, such as Bao Zheng and Pei Donglai, are hidden in the world, and those who are willing to remain independent, such as Zhu Xiaolian, are hidden in the forest. They are sensible and understand honor and disgrace, but they are not like iron hands This kind of savage justice, with the power of an egg, hits a giant stone, but it does not care about itself.

Shenhou's Mansion is the Shenhou's Mansion for half of the Jianghu people, so they appreciate the justice of Iron Hands.

Leng-Blood is also from Jiang Hu, that's why he likes Tie Shou, he is so savage that he never seems to give him any good looks at his second senior brother.

"Who would have thought that I would still be a headhunter now, even I don't believe it myself." Tie Shou said, turning his head away, Leng Xue's clothes hadn't been put on yet, the two looked at each other awkwardly, Tie Shou simply stretched out his hand to help Leng Xue put on his clothes .

Leng Xue kept his head down.

"Haven't we all done it? Why do you still mind this?" Tie Shou's words successfully made the atmosphere more awkward. He touched his neck in cold blood, speechless, and the roots of his ears were still red.

For some reason, the two people who can write a book in their positions on the bed, are shy and shy when they talk about love.

"I, I'm going to get some food." Tie Shou stood up abruptly, and then saw the food he just brought in on the table, so he had to sit down with a dry laugh. After a while, Tie Shou said again, "Would you like some water?"

"Don't drink."

"Oh."

"..."

As long as the two of them are old, they will probably always be like this.

(27)

Pei Donglai stood guard at the gate all night, with a padded stool, Shaoqing clasped his sword in his hands and folded his clothes, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping.

The almost inaudible sound of climbing over the wall startled Shaoqing, and Pei Donglai flew towards the place where the sound came from, a man in tattered clothes who fell into a ball.

"Are you hurt?" Pei Donglai's movements were not gentle, and he pulled up Bao Zheng who fell to the ground. Master Bao supported Pei Donglai's shoulder with a slightly painful expression: "It's okay, I sprained my ankle."

Before he finished speaking, another person fell on the wall. Pei Donglai looked at him who was neither male nor female, tall and fat, and he didn't know what to do for a while. There were footprints on his shoulders. Bao Zheng should have stepped on his shoulders and turned in.

"It's Pang Tong." Bao Zheng pulled off the man's hood, and wiped the general's face twice with his hands. Not only did it not help, but the rouge bought at the stall stained his cheeks.

"Don't mess with your lord." Pang Tong stopped Bao Zheng's helping hands, "I'll go wash my face."

Bao Zheng wanted to follow him, but Pei Donglai held him back, Shaoqing didn't speak, Bao Zheng understood what he meant, and stopped following him.

The general strode like a normal person, and when he met Li Mu who was coming out, Li Mu was shocked: "This... this... General Pang?"

"Laugh and laugh." Pang Tong didn't think he was ridiculous at all, he cupped his hands and walked towards the back room, familiar with the road.

Li Mu twisted his neck and kept watching the figure of the general, admiring him for being able to stretch and bend.

Pei Donglai said seriously to Bao Zheng: "Two things, one, the Holy Majesty is in Kaifeng Mansion, and two, Xiao Leng was rescued."

Bao Zheng's face changed from surprised to calm, and then turned to anxious: "The good thing is that with the emperor, we are half sure about this matter. The bad thing is that they have already started to do it."

Li Mu walked behind Pei Donglai and nodded to Mr. Bao: "We packed our bags after we heard about Leng Shaoxia. There is a small house in the northern suburbs. I bought it a long time ago and left it unused. No one knows. We can Go there for now."

Bao Zheng waved his hand, stopped what Pei Donglai wanted to say, and said to the two: "Let's go now, no need to say anything, go and make plans."

The imperial edict to seal the Kaifeng mansion arrived just as the people's carriages left and closed. The six gatekeepers with a large number of firearms searched the mansion inside and out, and the building was empty.

Two carts and four horses were galloping on the small road outside the city, and the whip whipped up the wind.

Bao Zheng and Pang Tong sat in the same car with Zhao Zhen. Master Bao respectfully cared about the details of the emperor's narrow escape. do what."

Zhao Zhen looked at Pang Tong and smiled slightly, which made Pang Tong alert: "The emperor is watching what the minister is doing, and the minister is not as good-looking as a scholar with thin skin and tender flesh."

Zhao Zhen said: "Whoever wants to fight life and death, wants to live and die together."

"Your majesty was joking, where is life and death fighting?" Pang Tong didn't care, and laughed, "How can life and death be shared together."

Bao Zheng sighed silently in his heart.

Pang Tong is arrogant, but extremely measured, but for some reason, there is a kind of arrogance in front of Zhao Zhen who does not give in at all. Zhao Zhen puts up with him to preserve his life, but his anger is still there, so there is a life-and-death struggle. During the battle of the banquet, Pang Tong didn't seem to be discouraged by this. The battle between him and Zhao Zhen was like a game of chess they had played since they were young.

Bao Zheng lifted the curtain of the car and said to the groom: "Stop and rest for a while."

Not far ahead was Li Mu's house. After getting out of the car, the six people spread out and sat on the floor. Pang Tong leaned on a tree and looked into the distance. Bao Zheng pulled his sleeve with water and whispered, "You are a little strange."

"Oh? What's so strange?" Pang Tong folded his arms and looked at Bao Zheng with great interest.

"You once said that the world is home to the virtuous. Now you know that the emperor is virtuous, so why are you so unconvinced?" Bao Zheng handed him the water in his hand, but Pang Tong didn't take it, and his eyes glanced not far away. Zhao Zhen's smile disappeared: "Bao Zheng, you don't know why I am?"

"I don't know."

"You really don't know?"

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Pang Tong snorted coldly: "Let me ask you again, why did Zhao Zhen give you those two pieces of silk cloth?"

Bao Zheng was stunned by this question, what kind of silk cloth? After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized that it was the top-grade brown that Zhao Zhen gave him on that snowy day, but he still didn't understand what Pang Tong wanted. How strange."

"Hmph." The general didn't let go, leaned forward, his narrowed eyes were full of threats, "He better have no other intentions, if he did, it would be in vain."

Bao Zheng stared at the general waving his sleeves and getting on the horse, he froze on the spot, and after a while, he let out a thump and was very happy.

It's only pity that Mr. Zhao Liu's character is questioned by everyone.

28~end

(28)

There is a gazebo outside the hut with a straw roof, which is very simple. Zhao Zhen stands with his hands behind his back, and behind him are two generals, Pang Tong and Li Mu.

The three legs stand together, and now the tripod is crumbling.

"Why don't you mediate?" Zhu Xiaolian stood in the room and looked at the three people in the gazebo through the door. Bao Zheng, who was asked by him, seemed calm: "How is the power dispatched? Can the emperor bear the hero?" , This can only be figured out and decided by the emperor himself, it is useless for others to say."

Zhu Xiaolian heard him say this, and thought it was true, but he was still extremely uneasy.

Bao Zheng asked him: "Brother, if you are asked to be an official again now, would you be willing?"

Zhu Xiaolian thought for a while, then nodded: "Gentleman, if you want to be in his position, seek his own government, the country can be trusted, and you should be obliged to do so."

Bao Zheng sipped his tea, and he didn't know what kind of smile he had on his lips: "After all, you still trust him wholeheartedly."

Young Master Xiaolian frowned, his hands were at a loss: "Will you despise me because of this?"

Bao Zheng raised his eyes to look at him, and the more he looked, the more he felt that this brother was too soft-hearted, and his love was so deep that it was pitiful. The two met through conspiracy and sex, which was far more unbearable than the relationship between him and Pang Tong, but the relationship was broken. Surrounding the branches and vines, I am afraid that the flowers will fall and the water will follow the river, and there will be no ripples left. This is Bao Zheng's heartfelt pain for his brother, but it is unspeakable.

"Whoever despised you would have been chopped off by Dong Lai with an axe, how dare I." Bao Zheng's words made the scholar laugh: "You are right."

Bao Zheng was suffering in his heart, how could he not know that Young Master Xiaolian was feeling worse, stood up, closed his eyes and listened quietly.

The court has been stormy for several years, when will it be peaceful, and the family and country will be in love with each other.

The night had already fallen and the prelude began. Pang Tong and Li Mu each left the hut on a fast horse and headed in different directions.

There are not many sleeping rooms in the hut, only two. Bao Zheng tidied up a whole room for Zhao Zhen by himself, with a table and dim candlesticks.

Zhao Zhen sat at the table, the ink was not polished, the paper was spread out, and half a candle was burned out while sitting quietly.

He knew that the person who assassinated him that day was not a cold arrester. The assassin had a strange fragrance, so strong that it was so strong that a good assassin should not make such a common-sense mistake, but if the assassin did, it is likely that Zhao Zhen would not survive.

Cai Xiang is powerful, ruthless enough, and low enough, but it happens to be like this. Zhao Zhen is not afraid of him. If he is a good official, Zhao Zhen always has room for it, but Cai Xiang does not need it. He should die because of his power. His ruthlessness and his inferiority.

Zhao Zhen leaned on the back of the chair, twirling the beads in his hands.

The door was knocked lightly, and Zhao Zhen responded sullenly: "Come in."

Mr. Xiaolian took the tea and carefully put it in front of his table. Zhao Zhen wanted to laugh a little. At that time, he was also turning the beads like this. This person was also so careful, but they were different, and the same was true between them.

"I..." Zhao Zhen spat out a word, but the following words were not what he intended to say, "Cai Xiang wanted to use my fake death to usurp the throne, but he didn't want to wait until the day he ascended the throne, that is, when he died without a burial."

Young Master Xiaolian poured him a glass of water, his hands were trembling, half of the water overflowed.

"You." Zhao Zhen raised his eyes to look at him, "You... are too difficult to understand, harder than Cai Xiang, harder than Pang Tong, harder than Li Mu, harder than Bao Zheng."

Zhu Xiaolian looked at him with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are the one who is difficult to understand."

Zhao Zhen got up and slowly approached the young master: "Xiaolian, I want to kiss you."

Young Master Xiaolian blushed and asked him: "What does this mean? What do you mean by saying that?"