Brother Donggong

After Liu Congrong left, I rubbed my fingers, "Well, you're going to the Taisho Palace soon, I'll ask the kitchen to heat up your meal, so you can work when you're full."

I was about to leave with my head down, and with a bang, I bumped into a person's chest and touched my nose.

Wen Zhan was standing in front of the desk just now, why did he rush to the door all of a sudden.

He read the memorial all night long every day, and he didn't even sleep for a while, so where did he find the time to practice martial arts?Could it be that he has a demon technique that can turn into fourteen hours a day for him to order?

Is this guy who doesn't eat, drink, or sleep, reads memorials all day long, plays tricks, competes with others, and practices martial arts? Is this my younger brother?

He is a monster...

The sun was scorching hot outside, and Wen Zhan seemed to be warmed up by the scorching sun, and the hostility and mania in the morning disappeared like running water.

I quickly said, "Don't be angry, as soon as I enter the palace, I will ask my mother for the jade pendant for you."

Wen Zhan pursed his thin lips and didn't speak, then he pulled the skirt of my shirt away with a more reasonable force, "Let me see, did you hurt you just now?"

He wiped the red mark on my neck with one finger, and then pulled my clothes away, and the place on the heart was really red by him.

"Does it hurt?"

I hissed, "Kindly."

Wen Zhan lowered his head slightly, stuck out his tongue, and licked the red spot on my chest—he poked it out, making me hot and numb, and my face turned red like a hairy crab in a steamer.I grabbed his collar with both hands and pushed him hard.But his strength is much stronger than mine. When he licked enough, he used his teeth to make a big red mark on the walnut. This is the end. I don’t know whether he wants me to hurt or wants me to hurt more. , I became a soft-legged shrimp.

He started touching my chin again and asked me, "Does it hurt here?"

I moved my jaw, and it's still a little sore now.

"Be gentle next time, you have practiced for more than ten years, and your fingers are as hard as a rake..."

"this is the last time."

He whispered.

I felt his finger gently rubbing the back of my ear, and he lowered his head and bit the tip of my ear lightly, ah, this is his apology again, he has expressed it like this, and he is worried again So then, I still What can I say?

At this time, Liu Congrong brought a few people to set up a meal, all made by Feng Xiaosheng and the others, small meat buns, crystal shrimp dumplings, steamed pork ribs, several kinds of nut shortbread, small steamed buns, six hearts and one eight treasures Pickles, porridge, and chicken noodle soup.

We sat around the wooden table. The Canglang Pavilion is a study room. It is not a place to eat, so the table is very small. Wen Zhan and I need to sit together and squeeze together.

I picked up a piece of ribs for him, "Eat quickly, you will go to the palace if you are full."

"I'm not going."

"Ok?"

"I've been staying with you for the past two days."

"why?"

Wen Zhan lowered his head and chewed the ribs.

He has been trained in strict eating etiquette since he was a child, adhering to the dogma of 'a gentleman should not speak when eating, and not talking when sleeping', so he is very cautious when eating. Although I have to relax a lot here, those things have been practiced since childhood. , It's all fused into the bone, and it can't be changed.

He ate two more in peace. I made him a small meat bun and a small cup of clear porridge, then wiped his mouth with a cloth towel, picked up Liu Congrong and took a cup of tea to rinse his mouth to show that he was full.

Holding the incense sticks, he said, "No reason. The assassins have been making a lot of trouble these days. If they disperse their forces to protect the East Palace and King Qi's Mansion, if the troops are not concentrated enough, I am afraid that the assassins will have an opportunity to simply kill all the guards of the East Palace." Stationed here in the palace, it is easier to guard. Besides, there is nothing important these days, if you don’t enter the palace, don’t enter. And..."

He paused for a while before saying, "I like to have a few meals with you peacefully and peacefully.... just like ordinary couples..."

Well, I think so too.

Who wouldn't want to have a bite of Anle tea and rice?Don't lose your temper every day, everyone will be safe, eh.

I quickly lowered my head and ate the porridge.

I heard from Liu Congrong that Wen Zhan once secretly arranged 36 shadow guards for me. Town Fusi.

In this world, is there a living person with such magical skills?

"Chengyi, I suspect that this person is the same person who assassinated me last December."

With a trembling hand, I broke a porcelain bowl in my hand, and the rice porridge spilled all over the floor.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Zhan pulled a cloth towel from Liu Congrong, and helped me wipe the rice soup and rice grains splashed on the gown.

"what!"

I quickly changed my words and exclaimed, "The assassin, hasn't been caught yet?"

——Xiao Lian!

It's Xiaolian!

He once admitted that he was the one who assassinated Wen Zhan last year!

Should I tell Wen Zhan the truth?

However, if that person is Xiao Lian, why didn't he kill me? Why didn't he kill me?It can't be him, I think he just knows how to cheat people by doing martial arts, and he is better than ordinary people. I can't tell, is his martial arts so unpredictable and unrivaled in the world?

Wen Zhan glared at me, and then said angrily, "A while ago, the political affairs were complicated, and I didn't have time to catch him. When I free up my hands, I will definitely catch that bastard who dared to provoke Donggong! Break him seven times first." Eight ribs are being pierced into his scalp with long iron needles, and his hair is pulled out one by one with pliers, and then his skin is skinned and cramped, and he is executed immediately."

flutter!

I spit out the crumbs of shortbread in my mouth and started coughing.

Wen Zhan came over and patted me on the back, "What's wrong with you?"

I rolled my eyes, gritted my teeth, and spit out two big characters, "Government of benevolence!"

Since he didn't leave, I let him go to the hot spring for a while, and then asked him to make a bed for him in the Canglang Pavilion. He came out after soaking in the hot spring, and went directly to the room where I slept. The bed in my place hadn’t been made yet, so he hurriedly asked the eunuch who looked a bit like a cucumber to take someone to clean up the things. Wen Zhan settled down after buying new bedding and lighting some incense.

Wen Zhan lay down, I pressed the quilt for him beside his bed, got up to leave, he grabbed my arm, "Where are we going?"

I said, "I'll go to Lin Ruoqian's place to see how the cucumber is doing."

He turned his head and didn't answer.

I don't know how badly he beat the cucumber, but he probably won't die.

I know, I shouldn't blame him, in his heart, don't say Cucumber Liu Ya is only serving a small eunuch in front of the prince, even the gang of eunuchs Quan Xun, the supervisor of ceremonies, can't be regarded as a person in front of Wen Zhan.

Those are minions.

On weekdays, I serve tea and change clothes in front of me, spread paper and grind it. Anyone who doesn't like it can be dragged down and killed immediately.To defend in front of the prince, in fact, a person like Cucumber Liuya grew up with us since we were young, and he has worked hard without credit, so we shouldn't beat him up or scold him, it's like telling him that the dog outside the door is your own father or a dog. reason.

I gently opened one of his fingers and said, "Then I'm leaving, you sleep well. I'll wake you up in four hours."

He let go.

I used to close all the windows in the small building, and lowered the curtains to make the room dark.

Suddenly, the person on the bed said, "Chengyi, I can't sleep, I want to read."

"Read a book?"

This house of mine was taken over from Da Sima Shen Shiyi. His family's poems and books have been passed down from generation to generation, and the family has a large collection of books, but they are all stored in the Canglang Pavilion. There are not many official books in my house. Scripture.

I asked him, "What book do you want to read? I'll ask them to find it for you."

"Just read any book, I just want to read it, and sleep when I'm sleepy." He turned over, faced me, and looked at a small bookcase over there. There was a beautifully bound picture album. With a finger, "That's it."

I smiled, "You really have eyes."

I took the album, walked to his bedside and handed it to him.

"This is a rare thing brought by a caravan from Cui Bicheng from western Xinjiang. This is a miniature painting drawn by a court painter in Persia on gilded thin paper. I heard that this is an old painter who spent 50 years. It’s a good thing to finish. It’s completely different from our literati paintings.”

These patterns are graceful and meticulous, whether they are fruits and vegetables, flowers, birds, fish and insects, or even a young girl at a young age, they are all drawn with a plump and slender technique.The most wonderful one is the scene of a naked girl bathing in the lake filled with moonlight. Of course, the most lovable one is the last five pictures of the erotic palace, which is a must-have product for reading behind closed doors on a snowy night.

As Wen Zhan flipped through the pages, his expression became more and more wrong.

I tentatively asked, "..., Wen Zhan, you, are you okay?"

Every time Wen Zhan turned a page, he bit his lip, his face turned blue, like a radish that has experienced the heinous winter.Finally, with a bang, he slammed the album in his hand onto the ground. The album was made of hard paper, and rolled a few times before it fell apart.

Wen Zhan turned his back suddenly, and said coldly, "Don't look at these nonsense things in the future."

I forgot again, Wen Zhan is a very strict and upright person, and he can't get used to these so-called flamboyant things the most.However, this miniature is not explicit, the artist believes in Islam, and all the pictures are beautiful and quiet, without any lust, and even the few erotic pictures are eye-catching.

Looking at the fragmented miniature painting, I quickly estimated its value in my heart, and I couldn't help but feel pain in my heart.

Suddenly, Wen Zhan said very erratically, "They are all women."

I flipped through the fragments and said in surprise, "No, not all of them are women. Here are flowers and grass, two squirrels, and even six peaches, a bunch of grapes and a watermelon."

Wen Zhan covered his head with a quilt and stopped talking.

I tidied up the pieces, watched Wen Zhan facing the wall, listening to the sound of breathing, he was not asleep yet, so I said, "I'll go to the Canglang Pavilion for you, maybe you can find a book and two books. This "Tong Jian", "Zuo Zhuan" and the like are for you to pass the time to play."

Not to mention, there is a big red sandalwood bookcase on the side of Canglang Pavilion, the row closest to the door is "Zuo Zhuan", and there is even a copy of "Book of Changes" personally approved by my grandpa. When I came to this "Battle Policy", I thought it was enough for Wen Zhan to read, so I went back.

Turning to the door, I saw the memorial to the Governor of Zhejiang Province, Babaili, spread out on the desk.

I shouldn't have read that stuff, but I think it's presumptuous.

It's just that there is such a big disaster in Jiangnan and Sichuan, which is rare in decades. How my father wants to investigate and deal with the officials involved, and how the court wants to provide compensation and disaster relief, I also want to know something.After all, I still have a salary of 4 taels of silver from the court every year, so I can't be too ignorant.

So, I opened the memorial.

……

The former governor of Zhejiang Province, the former governor of Zhejiang, the former governor of Jinling, the former governor of Zhejiang, the former governor of Jinling, the former inspector and transfer envoy of Zhejiang and Jinling provinces, and the former eunuch of the first city of Minzhe province , the former eunuch of the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau, all of them were second-rank and third-rank officials in Xinjiang, and directly under the inner court and a chief eunuch stationed abroad. There were a total of 12 people. All were dismissed on the spot and escorted back to Beijing immediately.

In addition, the Ministry of Punishment and Shuntian Mansion immediately arrested Cui Bicheng, an official of the Yongjing Manufacturing Bureau, and temporarily planned to detain him in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.

This is a shocking case involving many people. I have reported it to the Ministry of Punishment, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and Dali Temple. Only by asking the three courts to have a public trial can the decision be made. There is a blue sky above, and the ancestors below made the law. ...

Looking at this thing, the only thought in my mind is: Old Cui, let me ask you where a coffin is cheap.