Shaodi Chunxin

Fang Jing asked Beizhen Fusi to find a group of young and fit death row prisoners from the Imperial Prison and send them to Fu Yuanqing's private house outside the imperial city.

His house is not big, and it doesn't look grand. Fanzi from Dongchang, school captain from Beizhen Fusi, and a bunch of death row prisoners suddenly feel cramped.

Fang Jing screened the discussion again, finally selected 30 people, and sent them to Tingtao Residence.

Snow stopped.

Thirty or so people were kneeling densely in the courtyard of Tingtaoju.

It smashed a yard of Ruixue into mud.

As soon as the cold wind blew, a group of people in thin clothes prostrated themselves on the ground and shivered.

Some people around me commented: "Why did you send us here?"

Another person said: "I heard from Jin Yiwei who sent us here, it seems that they were sent to Fu Yuanqing to warm his bed."

"I heard that it was used as a drug guide. Then Fu Yuanqing lost two taels in his crotch. He wants to absorb the man's energy to strengthen his youth."

The timid one was already choking with indignation: "Going to prison is a dead end, and now I have to suffer humiliation before I die, and be ravaged by such a male and female dog. Why don't I just hit my head to death now!"

The prisoners on death row responded one after another, and the patrolling Jin Yiwei sternly shouted: "Don't whisper!"

After a while, a person dressed as an eunuch came out to read the roster, and those who read their names entered, most of them turned back within a moment, and were pushed out by Jin Yiwei.

There are fewer and fewer people in the yard.

I don't know when the sky will snow again.

"Chen Jing."

When he heard the little eunuch call his name, he stood up and entered Tingtao Residence together with a few people beside him whose names had also been called.

Fu Yuanqing was burning today's Dongchang secret report in a charcoal basin under his feet. Outside the gauze tent, Fang Jing brought in a few more people.

"Anyone else?" Fu Yuanqing asked.

Fang Jing hummed: "The last few."

Fu Yuanqing stared at all the secret reports in the charcoal basin burnt to ashes, and said, "Forget it, I've already looked at those people, and there is no suitable one."

"It's all based on what Baili mentioned. The people who come here are all young men with strong yang energy and strong physique." Fang Jing said, "What does the godfather think is inappropriate? Tell your son, and he will go find some more."

"Maybe I regret it."

Fang Jing became anxious immediately, and knelt down and said, "Godfather, you are not in good health. We have seen many doctors, and finally one doctor said he can cure your disease. Don't go back on your word. Are you afraid that these people will go out?" Talking nonsense... The son poisoned their voices and dug out a pair of tricks from them. You only use them as objects. After you use up your son, you chop them up and feed them to the dogs. There must be no trace left. No one can tarnish your name."

"Fang Jing..." Fu Yuanqing said, "Torture can be used, but it cannot be abused, let alone used privately."

Fang Jing looked at him with red eyes: "Godfather taught you the right thing, and my son knew he was wrong. My son will take the punishment himself. But your body can't delay anything. Godfather, there are only three people left today. You can see again." Look, look again?"

Fang Jing's words were sincere, his throat choked, and his eyes were filled with hope.

Fu Yuanqing couldn't bear to refuse any more.

"Okay, then I'll take a look."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Jing jumped up, and hastily asked someone to bring the last three of them into the front hall of Tingtao Pavilion.

Fu Yuanqing picked up the small mattress covering his lap, and picked up a book of memorials from the side to read.

Originally, he was just flipping through it habitually, but he didn't expect to read it in, checked the ticket plan, made a batch of redactions, and when he closed the memorial, he realized that the three people outside the gauze curtain had been waiting for a while.

Originally, he just wanted to deal with Xiang Jing so that he would not be sad again.

But when he raised his eyes and glanced, his eyes were fixed on a figure outside the gauze tent, and he couldn't leave him anymore.

Fang Jing, who is such an exquisite person, said: "Chen Jing stays here, and the other two are taken out."

Jin Yiwei stepped forward and pressed the two of them down, leaving only a death row prisoner with his head bowed and kneeling in the room.Fu Yuanqing stayed in the past, and Fang Jing opened the gauze curtain for him very cleverly.

Fu Yuanqing stared at that person closely.

I just feel that my heart is beating crazily, and it has never been beating so hard in these years.

He opened his mouth to ask, but the voice didn't seem to be his own, it came from a distant place.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The man was dressed in black clothes that outlined a strong body, his hair was tightly coiled behind his head, his face was deep and his eyes were bright. Although he still had a youthful air, he already had a calm and unruffled temperament.

The man looked up at him, then lowered his head and said, "Chen Jing."

These two words were uttered by his mellow voice, as if they caused resonance in the chest cavity to fluctuate his voice, spread and spread to the bottom of his heart.

"This Chen Jing is a dead man raised by the Long Live Lord in the East Factory." Fang Jing explained in a low voice beside him.

Fu Yuanqing came back to his senses: "Dead man?"

"Yes." Fang Jing said, "In the entire territory of Daduan, we have found people of the same age and appearance as the Long Live Lord. They were raised and trained strictly. One day, if the emperor is in danger, he can die with his body."

"Since he is a dead man, why did he go to prison again?"

"Does Godfather think this person resembles His Majesty?"

The emperor has been more than ten years old and has never summoned him alone... The young emperor in his memory is still at a younger age.However, Fu Yuanqing still looked carefully based on his impressions.

"It's not like the young emperor, but like the former emperor." He said.

This Chen Jing looks a little different from the current young emperor, but he looks almost exactly the same as the former emperor Zhao Jin, so he lost his composure just now.If it wasn't for the age mismatch, he would have really thought that this person was Zhao Jin, his best friend, elder brother and king back then.

"He has grown gradually over the years, and his appearance is a little different from His Majesty's, so he can't use it anymore." Fang Jing said, "Godfather also knows that the dead man... If he can't use it, he can only die. Before After a few days, he has been sent to the imperial prison, waiting to die at the bottom. Godfather, if you take him in, he can still live for a while. If you don’t like it, you will give him a cup of dove wine when you go back, and die silently No interest."

Chen Jing knelt quietly with a calm expression.

It seems that what the two people in front of them said was not him.

It seemed that Fu Yuanqing's decision did not affect his life or death.

"Get up." Fu Yuanqing said.

That Chen Jing got up silently, standing upright.

"Do you know what you are going to do today?" Fu Yuanqing asked him.

"I know." Chen Jing replied, "Fang Shaojian mentioned it to his subordinates."

"What is it?"

"The furnace cauldron that makes the palm print, and the palm print double repair." Chen Jing said again.

He knew that this person was not Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin was born weak and had never been so strong.Zhao Jin is gentle and introverted, without the cold aura emanating from this person.

Zhao Jin died for 13 years.

And this person's life is fresh, and his age is only in his twenties.It is the youthful years.

It's just about to be buried and rot in a dark prison that no one knows about.

……why not?

The darkest greed in my heart can no longer be suppressed.

There has never been a moment as crazy as it is now.

What if not?

Maybe it's God pitying him... Only then did he have this person and this method.

Just let him keep this little secret, and keep his thoughts about those arrogance of the late emperor.

Use the cold pool in the young man's eyes to nourish his long-dried heart.

"Do you have any complaints?" Fu Yuanqing asked, "You will die, and the furnace will not live long."

Chen Jing looked up, and he replied calmly: "If I can extend your life, I am willing."

Maybe Fu Yuanqing heard wrong.

Listen to "resentment" as "wish".

But what does it matter, he is willing after all.

Bearing infamy, he has been cast aside by everyone for more than ten years... He is a treacherous eunuch, a sycophant, a powerful eunuch... an existence who plays tricks on the face of Daduan.

Everyone knows that he is guilty...

Now might as well add another class of guilt.

"Okay, then tonight." Fu Yuanqing paused, "Sleep with me."