Si Tian Guan

The iron lock was rusted, and the key made a tooth-piercing sound. After a while, the iron door was pushed open.

The young jailer bowed his body, holding a lantern in front of him, leading the people to the end of the darkness, lit a few oil lamps on the wall, and then left silently.

Liao Guangming stood outside the wooden fence with his hands behind his back, his face hidden in the shadows, and he didn't say a word.

The people inside were prostrate on the dirty grass, and when they heard his footsteps, they only trembled and did not look up.

This silence is like a confrontation, but also like a silent escape.

"Panhy."

Liao Guangming's voice was full of exhaustion. He didn't know why things became like this, and he couldn't figure out when it started to change.

He has been with the emperor for a long time, and he can guess the emperor's thoughts from every detail, so he already knew that the emperor was a little tired, maybe since the emperor let him fight with Bo Yan, he should be vigilant.

The emperor gradually felt that he was no longer indispensable.

So when Pan He handed it over to him, he knew that this was his best chance and a test given to him by the emperor.

But what he didn't expect was that the emperor not only didn't reveal more information to him, but also carefully selected a difficult opponent for him.

Next, everything seemed to go haywire.

Pan He's mouth was so tight that he couldn't pry it. Before he had time to guess what was the matter of life and death, Liu Chongming approached him step by step, asking him for someone, and taking Minke's case away.

The Liu family is very powerful in the court, if he doesn't pay back, few yamen are willing to cooperate with him, and the remaining ones just rely on the support of Tang Shizhong, and they also use him as a spearman.

It has been a while since the emperor has entrusted him with any important task, and his previous favor is like sand between his fingers, and he can no longer keep it.

The incident of Bo Yan's attack was not heard of until after Eunuch Yu finished asking that question. At that time, there were countless people who heard about it and even claimed to have seen it with their own eyes.

He hurried to find Bo Yan, but the other party only generously told him not to take it to heart——I believe in junior brother.

But he knew that if Bao Yan hadn't opened his mouth, how could the emperor know what kind of martial arts method the palm left on Bao Yan was, and how could he not even bother to listen to his excuse.

When it came to the bet that had to be made at the spring banquet, Pan He was no longer the most important thing right now. The mad dog in Nanya bit him, and this bet was the emperor's last chance for him.

He needs the best field to train soldiers, and the north and south government offices in the city have been entrenched for a long time, and there is no place for him.

"Panhy."

He yelled again, seeing the person in the blood stain move slightly, he sneered: "I never thought that saving your dog's life would be worth something in the end."

"I wish you..." He thought for a while, then said softly, mockingly: "You can survive in his hands for a few more days."

In fact, he wanted to say something to Liu Chongming in person, or rather, he really wanted to see how the smug Liu Chongming returned home.

Just like he used to be.

After all, he was still young, and he didn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth—how could it be so easy to go to the emperor's side.

When it went up to the ground, the night breeze became cooler, which was completely different from the dry and stuffy air when it went down.

Liao Guangming pulled the rein and spun around on the spot a few times, smelling the increasingly humid smell in the air, his heart suddenly became blocked and panicked.

"For some people, life is really good."

The heavy rain in the south last year seemed to advance the quota for this year in advance. Since the heavy snow in the New Year, there has been no drop of rain.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year that the people prayed for, but they waited for the spring drought.

In February and March, I was used to it, and I complained calmly. In April and May, it was still hot and dry. There were not a few people who panicked, and the fields were even more sad.

The emperor also asked people to pray for blessings and rain several times, but God seemed to be dozing off, and he didn't hear the prayers of the people.

It wasn't until Chen Jiang Xingzhi, Secretary of the Taishi Bureau, submitted a poem asking for rain, with gorgeous rhetoric and sincerity, weeping blood for the common people.

The emperor was shocked when he read it, and after asking Jiang Sichen, he found out that it was done by Rong Tanhua, who was in prison in the past, and entrusted Linghe to hand it over to Jiang Sichen.

Xu Shi recalled the calmness and composure of the young people in the Golden Palace back then, as well as the brilliant literary talents with brilliant pens, the emperor read the Ode for Rain several times, had someone copy it out, and burned Rong Jiu'an's manuscript on the altar above.

That night, it rained cats and dogs, and it was the first rain this year.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Liu Chongming stepped on the water-logged stone road, his boots were mostly wet, and he found him by the lotus pond.

"Beware of catching a cold."

He covered the umbrella and watched Qu Shenzhou's feet soaked in the water, rippling dishonestly, the ripples shaking the lotus leaves that had just unfolded on the water.

"It's not cold." Qu Chenzhou pushed the umbrella away, and caught the rain with the palm of his hand: "It rained through the past few days, but now it's just drizzle."

It was indeed just drizzle, and only condensed into thin water droplets on the hair. The little fox, which was shining in the sun, turned into a wet and fluffy ball, and it was a little dazed.

Liu Chongming couldn't help laughing when he saw those white and thin feet bouncing up and down in the water, kicking the water unsettlingly - he learned bad things so quickly, and the correct and elegant rules when he first met were all lost somewhere.

"Drizzle won't do. Sitting here, your clothes will get soaked."

He threw away the umbrella, lifted the man from the shore without any explanation, carried him on his shoulders and walked back.

"This is the Bai family." Qu Chenzhou grabbed the clothes on his back, unable to struggle, and protested in a low voice.

"Thanks to you, I'm also half of the Bai family. What's wrong with carrying my daughter-in-law on my shoulders?"

Qu Chenzhou bent his knees and pressed against his chest: "Nonsense."

"Stubborn?" Liu Chongming grabbed his ankle and cheered up: "Okay, I will write down all the accounts for you, and I will settle the accounts with you when we are in the bridal chamber."

Qu Chenzhou didn't dare to kick anyone anymore, he just stared at the steam-soaked clothes in front of his nose, and said bitterly, "My son was not like this before."

"The former son was lost by you."

Liu Chongming ordered hot water to be prepared early in the morning, and walked quickly all the way, pushing the wet people in.

The candlelight at the back of the inner room was blown up by the wind from the clothes off, and the shadow cast on the screen was also swaying. He saw the thin wrist stretched out, hanging the coat on the wooden end.

"Aren't you busy today?" The people inside couldn't see his patient gaze and asked unhurriedly.

"Busy," he stared at the shadow on the screen, and another shirt shook off, his voice made his mouth dry, and he felt that the little fox was deliberately playing tricks on him: "I'm busy and being scolded."

Qu Chenzhou sneered, the sound seemed to stir the water, and muttered "It's so hot", and the figure sank into the barrel.

"It seems that the emperor is still reluctant to let his son leave Dali Temple."

"Procrastinate, at worst, you will be scolded a few more times." Liu Chongming dragged the chair and sat down, sighing deliberately: "Everyone in Dali Temple knows that because Rong Jiu'an was snatched to the Minke side, Ling He and I don't agree. Come on, now that he is about to be promoted to Shaoqing, what am I doing here, and humiliating myself?"

"With Ling He's ability and Prime Minister Lin's appreciation, he should have been promoted a long time ago. It was just that there was no good time before."

Liu Chongming agreed with this statement: "I just didn't expect that Ling He would agree to play a role here."

This was Qu Chenzhou's idea. After all, he had no friendship with Rong Jiu'an, and Rong Jiu'an always wanted to be weird when he handed over Rong Jiu'an's gift of praying for rain.

More importantly, they can't let people know that Rong Jiu'an is on their side.

Jiang Xingzhi, who is in the Taishi Bureau, and Ling He, who is like brothers with Rong Jiuan, are the best candidates.

When he first went to look for Ling He, he thought that the other party would reject them straight away and stay away from these disgusting shortcuts, but he didn't expect Ling He to agree without hesitation.

After that, everything will be as it should be.

After a heavy rain, people have been pardoned, Rong Jiu'an is only one step away from the Hanlin Academy, Ling He was promoted to be the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and because of Jiang Xingzhi's contribution, the Taishi Bureau was proud of it for the first time in front of Si Tianguan.

Liu Chongming even knew that under Jiang Xingzhi's introduction, Rong Jiu'an and Ling He paid a private visit to King Ning to express their gratitude.

This one seemed to be a happy event, but it was at the price of the reputation that had been accumulated for several years.

Only then did he see clearly that Ling He didn't care about Shaoqing, but just wanted to advance and retreat with Rong Jiu'an.

There was a moment of silence on the screen before asking, "What did Prime Minister Lin say?"

Both Lin and Ling Rong appreciate and support each other quite a lot. Seeing the behavior of the two of them now, it is not easy to get angry in front of the emperor, but they refuse to see them.

"I was so angry that Ling He knelt outside the door for two days and didn't see anyone. In the end, my father went to intercede. I don't know what will happen next."

"Lin Xiang is a sensible person, who knows if he is really angry, or showing his anger to others," Qu Chenzhou only smiled: "I will never leave the two of them alone. What about the prince?"

"Me," Liu Chongming laughed, "What do you think?"

He, Liu Chongming, was unwilling to be subordinate to others, especially under Linghe's subordinates, so the first time he got the news, he immediately hung up his seal and put down the pick. He was frequently called into the palace by the emperor in the past few days, and he was scolded miserably.

"What about the emperor's attitude?"

"The attitude is... tell me to go back to Dali Temple and stay there. If I continue to be self-willed, my father will reward me with a meal."

In fact, although the emperor spoke viciously, it was just a lot of thunder and little rain when he took a closer look. If he really wanted to decide where to put him, I'm afraid it would depend on the results of Pan He's side.

Liao Guangming couldn't wipe his face off, but his deputy had already had frequent contact with him.

Pan He was important, but it took time and manpower to clear out the mass graves. The Dalbergia Dalbergia was growing well, so how could it be given to people for nothing.

The price here can't be said to be stubborn, and it hasn't shrunk by a few dollars. Liao Guangming's time is precious, and judging from the tone of the past few days, he won't last long.

Their next focus is how to get the words out of Pan He's mouth—although Xu Ziwen leaked the news secretly, saying that Liao Guangming could not sincerely let them go smoothly, and Pan He's situation might be worse than expected.

In any case, everything is moving forward in an orderly manner as Qu Shenzhou expected, but being scolded back and forth is not a good thing to make people feel happy.

His words were full of grievances, not only did the people inside not try to comfort him, but instead patted the tub and smiled wickedly.

"Did you take off your trousers and hit it? When will you hit it? Don't forget to ask me to go over and have a look..."

Before Qu Chenzhou could finish laughing, the screen was kicked down by someone, he was so frightened that he couldn't react for a moment, he lay down beside the bathtub and froze, watching Liu Chongming stepping on the screen and walking towards him.

Before he could react and sink into the water, he was pinned under his arm and fixed to the edge of the bucket.

"My son..." He laughed stiffly: "I have something to say... say it well."

"Why don't you talk about it?" Liu Chongming held his arms to prevent him from escaping: "Do you want to know how to fight?"

Qu Chenzhou felt the gaze from the top of his head sweeping behind him, but he couldn't move, so he could only give in first, and asked with a smile: "My lord, do you want to wash together?"

If it was in the past, Liu Chongming would be so ashamed that he would be at a loss, but now he knows that once he retreats, the little fox will take advantage of the victory and pursue him.

"Okay."

He immediately went to untie his clothes, but he didn't expect that once Qu Shenzhou's hands were free, he copied it and splashed a ladle of water on his face, and he was about to run away.

Liu Chongming turned his face slightly to dodge the spray, raised his right hand, and swung his robe around him, Qu Shenzhou, who hadn't climbed out of the bucket, was pulled back by his pocket.

He stepped into the bathtub with one step, just happened to wrap the little prisoner who had fallen on his back in his arms, and peeled off one side of his coat with one hand, only showing his head.

"Run," he asked with a smile, "why don't you run away?"

Qu Chenzhou couldn't even stretch his legs and feet in his arms, he could only shrink like a quail soaked by rain, his black hair was parted on both sides by the water, revealing to him the soft nest on the back of his neck, full of water color.

There is no power to fight back, let him ask for it.

"My son..." Qu Chenzhou forced himself to negotiate with him calmly: "It's agreed..."

"What did you agree to?" He knew what the little fox was talking about, but he pretended not to know. He kneaded the man under the water and said, "Is it agreed to marry you? I remember, and I won't renege on my promise."

The defeated little fox retreated into the hole, then poked his head out again after a while, begging for mercy and licking him: "Chongming..."

Liu Chongming almost lost his armor with this sound.

Qu Chenzhou squinted his eyes halfway, as if they were about to melt into his hands, his brows and eyes were curved, he tilted his head back, resting his head on his shoulder, and asked him breathlessly, "Do you want a bridal chamber?"

Liu Chongming felt that he might soon fail to be Liu Xiahui.

He is more eager than anyone else, but he would rather regard the little fox as a carrot hanging in front of him, and would rather salivate and do his best for this deadly carrot.

The longer it lasts, the sweeter it is.

He is willing to wait for that day.

"It's a good idea." He twisted the little fox's chin with two fingers, and lowered his head: "However, I can give you some sweetness first."

The lips and teeth are the rain.

They went underwater together.

The author has something to say: this time is not considered a run, lsps