Shaodi Chunxin

Across the car is Fang Jing and other attendants, and in the distance there are even some children playing in the snow.

He resisted moaning and breathed out quickly, but still felt that his mess was exposed in full view.

In a trance...it seems to be those days when I first entered the clothing bureau.

The Huanyi bureau was dominated by criminal slaves, and they were not in the imperial city. The eunuchs who were sent here basically had no hope of being promoted, so the bureau always liked to pick things up.Seeing someone who is not pleasing to the eye, he is more responsible for beating and insulting, and always threatening that if he is not dedicated, he will be sent to Nanhaizi Changchuan to fight the watch-this is a way of never returning.

He was a slave at the beginning, so there were many mistakes.

So he was used as the lowest clean army, and he could only eat and live in the washing shed. On March [-]th, he was frozen three feet, and he only had a middle coat to wrap his body.

I forgot why, but I was sentenced to prison.

The ten fingers were smashed and bloody.

The listener said: "Fu Yuanqing, have you been convicted?"

He asked, "What is my fault?"

"When you enter the palace, you must know that the master is the master, and the slave is the slave, and there is no difference between superiority and inferiority." He put his hands on the matter and made the fire fighters on both sides pull harder. Only when he saw that Fu Yuanqing's face turned a little paler did he feel satisfied. He said with a sneer, "The master is the sky and the sage, and the slave is the humblest and the humblest. You have to remember this principle. When you see the Long Live Lord, you should kneel down, and when you see the courtiers, you should kneel down. All the princes and princesses should also kneel to pay their respects. The young lords in the palace and the relatives of the royal family are all masters. Kneeling and kowtowing is the right way. You should not overstep your position, use honorific words, and respect how you stand, how you act, and how you respond. Rules." 【Note 1】

Listening to things and laughing: "Nowadays, as a slave, you can't even kneel well. Is it your fault?"

Fu Yuanqing was silent.

The listener said: "Do you still think that you are some kind of aristocratic family and look down on us here? You have lost your roots and everything. Mr. Fu, you are now a eunuch who is neither male nor female. It is you nobles The thing that people used to look down on the most. Come here... Take off his pants and beat me with a stick! See how long he can last with his gentle self-pity?"

The carriage moved slowly.

The old ancestor closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry, but he didn't cry.

Under the eyes of everyone, when he was young, he was pressed on the cold permafrost and beaten to pieces.

He was thrown in the yard like a piece of rag, and he heard the words in his ears: "Now that's how you look like a slave. Remember, a slave is worse than a pig or a dog."

Since then, there has been no more Mr. Lanzhi in the world, only Fu Yuanqing is left.Since then, he has never shed tears.

His mind was already drifting away, but he was awakened by the stabbing pain in his chest.

... He put his arms around the back of Chen Jing's head, his thick and straight hair pinched his palms numbly.

"You, what are you doing?" The old ancestor couldn't let go on the road, lowered his voice and asked nervously.

The sound of horseshoes, the sound of cars grinding, and the occasional sounds of vendors and pedestrians passing by on the street, all seemed to come from somewhere else.He himself has ascended to the sky, listening to all this in mid-air.

Thoughts have stopped.

But it seems that there are thousands of clues.

Among them, the mundane thoughts in the world are the most noisy, pulling him back from mid-air, and back to the not-so-big couch in the car.The cold wind outside the car was biting, and the inside of the car was already on fire.

The young dead soldier did not answer, and imprisoned him under him...

Fu Yuanqing raised his head and gasped for breath. Those unbearable past and mottled memories were all stained with luster by this crazy warmth, and gradually covered up under the spring that overflowed from the bottom of his heart.

Fu Yuanqing had never done such a deviant thing in his life.

Even at this moment, he didn't dare to think about what he was doing.

……

The road back to the mansion suddenly became long, and so on, but they still haven't arrived yet.

The few people outside the car had erratic eyes, looked around, occasionally looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, and then quickly separated, rolling their eyes in embarrassment where others could not see.

Li Er finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked Fang Jing: "Mr. Factory, let's go around the West Street again. Shall we go back?"

Fang Jingfei glanced at him: "What's the hurry?"

"chilly……"

"You want to spoil your ancestor's interest?"

Li Er shrank his neck: "Don't dare."

"Continue to go around. Go around ten more times." After Fang Jing finished speaking, he jumped out of the carriage, shrunk his neck, and strolled to Tingtaoju.

Li Er dared not speak out in anger, and the aggrieved horse-drawn carriage circled infinitely again.

The fighting in the car continued.

……

When something cold entered the room, the ancestor froze.

"What is this for?" Fu Yuanqing asked softly.

"Consolidate the foundation and protect the economy." Chen Jingdao, "I will clean up for the ancestors after I go back."

Fu Yuanqing didn't bother to say that his actions were too reckless, three times in two days, he had no strength in his whole body, and he didn't even want to move a finger, letting Chen Jing manipulate him.Chen Jing wrapped him in a cloak, took off his own coat and wrapped it around him, then opened the car door, and carried him out of the car.

The carriage entered Tingtao's house at some point, and stopped quietly in the yard.

Fang Jing and Li Er were not there.

There is no one else.

So the public view no longer exists.

The goose feather snow is like the light between the sky and the earth, falling in a vast expanse of whiteness, wrapping the world in a thick and gentle way.

The world is very quiet.

The voices of the market are gone.

Chen Jing walked in the corridor with him in his arms.

"Chen Jing."

"Ok?"

"What do you want?"

"My ancestors gave me paintings."

"What else?" Fu Yuanqing asked.

Chen Jing thought for a while, and said, "If I die, can my ancestors bury it for me?"

Fu Yuanqing hugged his neck and put his ear on his hot chest, and could clearly hear his steady heartbeat.

In the wind and snow, the last trace of twilight gathered in the sky, and the sky completely darkened.

"it is good."

"Since Qing died for me, Xu Qing's coffin and grave." He said.

The author says:

[Note 1: Adapted from the book "Ning Xing: Chinese Eunuchs and Chinese Politics"]