Si Tian Guan

"impossible!"

Liu Chongming almost stood up from the slump, and then quickly and cleverly remembered the last time he hit the roof of the carriage with stars in his eyes, sat down and repeated it fiercely.

"impossible!"

"Look, it's as if I lied to you."

Bai Shiyan looked outside to confirm that his horse was still following outside, then retracted his head, and looked at Liu Chongming with a look of shock very proudly.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Shi Lei, our whole family is here, watching Brother Xiaoqu cry and eat a meal, I don't know where so many tears come from."

"I cried so much that my mother's heart was softened to water, and she even scolded me. After all, it was a guest sent by Chongming. What kind of dog kennel did I arrange? Brother Xiaoqu was wronged."

"My father, that bastard, knows how to make my mother happy, so he hurriedly moved Brother Xiaoqu to live not far from my mother—you say how wronged I am to meet such parents."

Liu Chongming's mind was a little messed up. He thought that his aunt was soft-hearted, and the little fox would pretend to be pitiful. Once he met him, his aunt would probably not be able to withstand the little fox's attack.

But I never thought that Qu Chenzhou, who is so reserved by himself, would cry so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

Now listening to Bai Shiyan's words, he recalled that day, when Qu Chenzhou was pressed on the table by himself, with red eyes that were teary, his body was already twitching slightly with the choking, but he stubbornly refused to look at him.

After sobbing for a long time, he had no choice but to give in. It made him wonder whether he should talk to people well in the future, or be a bad person.

Just thinking about it like this makes me feel a little restless. I have lived in the Hou Mansion for the past few days, so I can understand my aunt's defeat.

"Auntie can bear it?" He knew that the most unbearable thing in his life was that someone would steal his aunt's attention, even his son.

"It's not like you don't know about my father." Bai Shiyan pulled out the wine jug from under the table, thinking that he would have to inspect the outside of the palace later, so he could only put it down with regret: "Anything my mother likes is considered a piece of wine." Shit, my dad can also boast to the sky."

Liu Chongming glanced over silently.

Bai Shiyan hurriedly changed his words: "I didn't say Brother Xiaoqu is a piece of shit!"

Liu Chongming really didn't bother to talk to him: "Knowing that my aunt likes Shen Zhou, I'm relieved."

"It's not just because I like it, my mother wishes I could eat him three times a day."

Speaking of this, Bai Shiyan slapped his legs and laughed.

"How about brother Xiaoqu, my mother asked him why he was crying that day, whether it was because he was uncomfortable or the food didn't suit his taste, guess what he said."

There is still a distance from the palace gate, Liu Chongming is very free, happy to guess.

"Aunt uncle is too fierce?"

"No," Bai Shiyan didn't keep it up: "He said that my mother was good-looking and treated him well, so he cried happily."

Liu Chongming took a sip of tea, it was hard to imagine that such nasty words could come out of Qu Chenzhou's mouth.

"Brother Xiao Qu's mouth is too sweet, it made my mother laugh from ear to ear. These days, she even chooses rouge for my mother, combs her hair, and matches her clothes. My mother doesn't even leave the house and sees him every day."

"Hurry up and take him back as soon as possible. I think Brother Xiaoqu will stay for a few more days, and my mother will definitely drive us two brothers out."

Bai Shiyan clicked his tongue helplessly, and remembered another thing: "By the way, Brother Xiaoqu told me in private later that he showed my mother a divination."

Seeing his expression, Liu Chongming guessed: "Good thing?"

"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. He said that my mother is going to give birth to a precious son early."

"You were born too early? How old are you?" Liu Chongming choked again, and couldn't help laughing: "Uncle is really good, I want more!"

"They want it if they want, but why is it still a son?" Bai Shiyan muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why can't he be a girl? Having a Bai Shilei is already annoying enough. Will Brother Xiaoqu's hexagrams be inaccurate?"

"I advise you to hope that he will agree." Liu Chongming restrained his smile, and told him to be serious, but he didn't want to say that it would be a waste of people.

If it is a girl born in the Bai family now, even if she is more than 20 years old, she will inevitably enter the palace in the future.

When his sister entered the palace, he was still young, and he only knew that her sister was going to be a very powerful bride, and in the games they played, the bride was always full of air and beaming.

But when he was lying on his elder sister's window to watch, he saw her elder sister sitting alone in front of the vanity mirror, the whole room was full of red and bright colors, only her elder sister was dressed in plain clothes, painting her eyebrows over and over again.

He climbed in through the window, and his sister beckoned him to go, and sat him on her lap, letting him see his thrush.

At that time, my sister recited a poem that he had learned long ago—after putting on makeup, he asked her husband in a low voice.

It took him a long time to understand that my sister didn't want to enter the palace at all, all she wanted was a beloved person who would paint her eyebrows for her every day, instead of competing with others for the little gifts and rain.

My sister has no choice at all.

But in these aristocratic families, how many people can be the masters for themselves?can he

The car curtain was bumped and opened a crack, and Liu Chongming shivered in the cold wind—will he be involuntarily assigned to a lady in the future?Will you lie in the same bed with a stranger?

"By the way," Bai Shiyan thought he was cold, pulled off his cloak and threw it over: "My mother said, it's up to you whether you go or not during the holidays. Send brother Xiaoqu to our house for a few days."

"All right, all right, I see, we're almost at the gate of the palace," Liu Chongming signaled to the outside: "You still have work to do, I'll drink your share of wine for you."

The mid-autumn banquet inside the palace, and the outside of the palace will naturally have to be strictly inspected. Bai Shiyan jumped out of the carriage with support, and then turned to the window to squeeze: "Forget it, with your drinking capacity, you really let it go. You are disrespectful, who is it?" I can't afford it."

He turned around and was about to leave, but Liu Chongming pulled his sleeves and said, "Shi Yan, I just had a guess."

"What?" Seeing his serious expression, Bai Shiyan listened attentively.

"I guess," Liu Chongming said softly, "Maybe Shen Zhou's real identity is your unborn younger brother."

After he finished speaking, he immediately put down the car curtain, and when he heard Bai Shiyan yelling "grass" outside, he couldn't help laughing out of joy.

I don't know if Shi Yan himself has noticed that towards Qu Shenzhou, they have long since lost their previous hostility.

Walking forward not far from the palace gate, the carriage stopped, and there were palace people outside to greet him to get off the carriage. When he looked back, he couldn't see Bai Shiyan, but he could hear the sound of Beiya's cavalry stepping across the street.

Stepping across the moat is the garrison of Nanya. A moat divides the inside and outside of the palace city into two families.

These days, Liu Chongming has been thinking that if there is Nan Ya, there will be Bei Ya; if there is father, there will be Tang Shuxin and Lin Boqian;

It seems that everyone is fighting each other involuntarily, fighting in a scuffle.

What about him?

One day he will always be caught in the center of the vortex, where will the opponent who checks and balances with him be?

Before sending Qu Shenzhou away, he had discussed this issue with others.

But Qu Shenzhou only frowned, and said to him: "This time, the seven-return ointment is salty, next time put less salt."

Really annoying.

He was led all the way into the Tai Chi Hall, where the Mid-Autumn Festival banquets are held every year, and he is already familiar with the way.

The emperor took the queen and sister on the high platform, with the three provinces on the left and the three princes on the right, each sitting on an equal footing and amicable.

King Ning was heartless, and when he entered the table, he waved his hands vigorously at him. He bowed his hands in salute, and then shook his head lightly - this is not a banquet outside, it is a place where he can go wherever he wants.

After paying respects one by one, he was ushered to the table.

He was young and had no official position, and he was only present because of his sister and father. Although the people sitting next to him were different every year, after taking his seat this time, he was still a little surprised to see the temporary table.

Ling He was sitting upright on the left, and when he took his seat, he nodded slightly, then looked away with an indifferent and calm expression.

Because of Dan Lang's case, the two had exchanged letters several times before, but this was the first time that they were so close to Ling He.

Liu Chongming had heard of Ling He's reputation a long time ago. It is said that when he first took office as Sizhi, he had gnawed a hard bone. If Lin Boqian hadn't protected him in time, he would have been bitten back and his head was decapitated.

Looking at it now, the opponent is not much older than Bai Shiyan.

Although everyone said that Ling He had a tough personality and was unpleasant, but when he saw that the emperor really wanted to employ someone in the matter of King Qi this time, he was still referring to Ling He, and he didn't know whether it was joy or worry.

The so-called Zhong Wuyan has nothing to do, and Xia Yingchun has nothing to do. If the emperor doesn't want to investigate the case, I'm afraid it won't fall into Linghe's hands even if it breaks the sky.

Perhaps, he can consider starting from this direction.

Liu Chongming didn't want to get drunk, so he only took a few sips slowly, then picked the dishes in front of him, remembering that bamboo shoot chicken and Chunjiang crucian carp were favorites of Qu Shenzhou, thinking that when spring came next year, the south would send more.

Although the cooks in the shop are not as famous as the imperial chef, there are quite a few who can do it. I just hope that Qu Chenzhou will not be too picky.

While picking up the vegetables and holding down the wine with two chopsticks, he looked up.

Due to a previous illness, the queen has not fully recovered yet, so she intentionally put on a light and sleepy makeup, which lacks the usual sharpness and looks a bit delicate and bright.

The emperor thought it was too long since he had seen her cute appearance, he turned his head to tease her repeatedly, and picked up the grapes on the table, waiting for the queen to peel them and bring them to his mouth, before joking a few words.

Concubine Liu Gui sat on the other side, always smiling appropriately, as if she had a heart-to-heart connection, she turned her head to look at him.

Look at each other with a smile, and then turn away from each other, no need to bother to feel sad for others.

Not long after, I saw Eunuch Yu coming down again and invited Liuhou up, but he was too far away to hear what he said, but Liu Chongming saw that the people over there were all looking back at him, and his heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, I remembered what Qu Shenzhou said to himself—things are hard to come by.

He suddenly wanted to understand why he arranged Ling He's seat next to him today.

He told the emperor before that because of his elder brother, he wanted to go to the Criminal Division of Dali Temple, but his qualifications were not enough to be directly appointed as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and he would be the top minister.

But now it is Ling He who is in charge of the Criminal Division, out of emotion and reason, the emperor will not let him submit to Ling He, he will not even be able to push Cheng Cheng, and he will not even think about letting him replace Ling He. Come, I'm afraid the only place to go is Minke.

Sure enough, things are hard to come by.

They looked at Liu Chongming, and Liu Chongming also smiled at them—since even Shen Zhou said that he couldn't change it, then come here, it's the same wherever you go, just be a "loyal dog" that can bark.

The emperor didn't know what he said above, he was distracted for a while and didn't listen carefully, he saw everyone standing up and toasting, presumably they said some auspicious words.

He also stood up, and was about to toast to drink, when a glass of wine was stretched out, not far or near, as if waiting for his response.

Ling He looked at him calmly amidst the commotion, and when he saw him turn his face, he raised his wine glass again, as a respectful act.

Liu Chongming heard the words behind the wine glass.

"Dan Lang's case is over."

He was not surprised by this result at all. What was involved in Danlang's case was not human life, but face.People on all sides have someone to protect, and in the end they will only pick it up high and put it down gently.

Just like the turmoil in Los Angeles last year, just like this year's flood, who can really be held accountable?

Perhaps Ling He was the only one who would question each other in such an ignorant manner, but there were a few people he could afford.

The appearance has been done, the person who should be saved has been saved, the person who should be scolded is scolded, and after the scolding, the party should also end.

The head of the class invites people to withdraw from the stage, so he doesn't care about the characters on the stage who have already entered the play.

It's just for face.

He also raised his glass: "Congratulations."

Ling He replied indifferently: "Congratulations."

It's that look again.

Liu Chongming watched Ling He sit back silently, thinking, Qu Shenzhou was not the only one who was going crazy.

The author has something to say: one day he will always be in the center of the vortex, where will be the opponent who checks and balances with him - come here, knock on the blackboard, the opponent's name is xxx