My country is dead again [Rebirth]

In October, Lezhou is drier and less rainy than Pingdu. It is often cloudy but not a drop of rain. This morning, the sun came out, and the clouds gradually thickened, but it didn't feel like a sign of rain. Suddenly, it began to drizzle.

Xuanping Street leads directly to the Xuanping Gate in the east gate of the palace city. There are many mansions located in the alleys. I don’t know which family started first and built houses in imitation of Jiangnan charm. The rest of the people followed suit. The white walls and black tiles are a unique scenery in the streets and alleys next to Miyagi.

It's a pity that ever since the new emperor moved into the Lezhou Palace, there was an East Factory next to the Xuanping Gate. The nobles living in Xuanping Street have since tacitly closed the gate of the house during the daytime, and guests don't like to receive them. Than a door in the cold.

Tiangong squeezed out these few drops of rain with great difficulty, and he was quite stingy. It was still a light rain after almost half an hour, ticking on the stone brick road in the alley, making it even more quiet and deserted.

Song Qinglai and Feng Jiezhou stood in the middle of the alley, their temples were wet and sticky, and their flying fish clothes darkened. It was obvious that they had been standing for a long time. Feng Jiezhou was a little guilty, shook off the rain from his hands, and looked around at the empty alleyway, lacking confidence He said calmly: "Look, boss, it's raining, maybe the governor will stay outside the city until the afternoon."

"Aren't you from Beizhen Fusi? What are you talking about?" Song Qinglai has been standing here with his arms folded and motionless, blocking the way with dignity, "Zeng An is really mean-spirited, but Dongchang It’s not right to arrest people who say they should be arrested, right? Jin Yiwei doesn’t owe him Dongchang, so we have a lot of confidence.”

"Humble job feels that this matter is hanging in the balance. It's not the first time he has arrested Jinyiwei. Last month, he took away three people from Beizhen Fusi and three from the Three Great Battalions. So far, he still doesn't know whether he is dead or alive. Mr. Wei came forward to look for him, but it was useless, and do you think His Majesty has taken care of him?" Feng Jiezhou shook his head, "This superintendent is really not easy to mess with, he looks like a girl, so cruel."

The six people were suddenly taken away by Dongchang and disappeared. Song Qinglai also knew about this, and joked: "Then you still don't shut up, this is Dongchang, maybe you have already heard what you said, today I invite you to Dongchang as a guest tonight."

Feng Jiezhou hastily looked back and forth, left and right, and whispered, "Isn't it? So creepy?"

Steady footsteps came from far away at the entrance of the alley, Song Qinglai's expression turned serious, and he kicked Feng Jiezhou lightly: "Shhh, here we come."

Eight Dongchang fans dressed in black came in front of them with solemn faces. As soon as they saw Song Qinglai and the two of them, their knives were unsheathed for three points, and four strong fans carried a green hat. The cloth sedan followed neither fast nor slow, and beside the sedan was a commander with a round cap and soap boots, followed closely, and ten other sabers were attached to the back, firmly protecting the small sedan in the middle,

The Fanzi were all selected from Jinyiwei. They knew Song Qinglai. They didn't draw the knife, but they didn't push the knife back either.

The small green cloth sedan stopped swaying, and Song Qinglai's Xiuchun knife was pinned to his waist. He spread his hands out to indicate that he did not have any malicious intentions. whispered something.

The rain blurred his eyes, Song Qinglai raised his hand to wipe it, bowed to the sedan chair and said: "Song Qinglai, a thousand households in the Fusi of Beizhen, a low-ranking official, has something to ask to see the governor."

The people in the sedan chair were very silent, and the class leader kept his eyes shut after the report was over, and those fans couldn't even speak. It was rare for Song Qing to grow up so old, and he swallowed in the long silence, thinking about Feng Jiezhou. The counselor must have been petrified, let alone expecting anything, bowed and said bravely: "There is a subordinate named Zeng An in the humble job, five days ago I had a drink with him in Qingpingfang, and I knew that the governor was going to the banquet next door, but I still didn't say anything." Gong, when the governor left, the people from the East Factory took Zeng An away. The low-level discipline was not strict, so that the people below offended the governor, so I came here to apologize to the governor. It's just that the subordinate in the low-level position is actually not thoughtful, and he is also afraid of getting into trouble. Lesson One or two next time, I will definitely not dare to commit another crime, and now Dongchang has imprisoned him for five days, please show mercy and let him go."

There was only the sound of rain falling in the ears, and the whole alley was so quiet that it seemed to be frozen, Feng Jiezhou leaned into Song Qinglai's ear and whispered: "Boss, this method is not going to work."

The leader at the other end seemed to feel that Song Qinglai was losing face, so he smiled politely: "Song Qianhu, the governor has no guests today, please go back."

Song Qinglai's eyes sank, and he walked forward. Feng Jiezhou thought it was bad. This ancestor was used to being lawless, and he was not so polite to his brother and uncle. He didn't expect that he would be ungrateful. This might be the young master's temper. Hurry up Hold him back: "Boss, don't be impulsive."

After a few clangs, the fanzi drew their knives and approached Song Qing, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Why didn't I hear the supervisor say that he can't see me." Song Qing came up with an unkind smile from the corner of his eyes, "Sect Master Wan, I can't see that you can replace your supervisor's intention?"

Wan Lian suppressed his anger: "What do you want to do?"

After a few moments of silence, a cold voice came out from the sedan chair: "No see."

Wan Lian squinted at Song Qinglai, and said silently, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Song Qinglai coughed lightly, rubbed his nose in embarrassment, put on an unmistakable smile, and said through the car curtain: "The governor, Jinyiwei and Dongchang are all working for the emperor, and the well water does not interfere with the river water. Your Majesty is in adversity, and others are indeed inferior, but His Majesty's trust in Lord Wei is not necessarily less. Why does the Governor have to get into trouble with us? It doesn't look good to hear your Majesty's ears, right?"

The person in the sedan chair laughed softly, and replied, "Song Qianhu, are you threatening me?"

Song Qinglai's words were sympathetic on the surface, but the hidden meaning was to say "If you don't let him go, I will make a big mess." He said without changing his face: "I don't dare to be a lowly job. I'm just talking about the matter for a lowly job. Don't look at the monk's face." Buddha face, in view of the years of harmonious coexistence between Jinyiwei and Dongchang, the governor will not consider it anymore?"

The inner wall of the sedan chair was knocked twice, and the person who carried the sedan chair immediately put down the sedan chair neatly, Wan Lian lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and the drizzle woven a hazy water curtain, and the person wearing the navy blue golden clematis patterned stickers bent slightly When he came out, the raindrops splashed on his shoulders, fading away like light ink.

Wan Lian quickly opened an umbrella to cover his head, and looked at Song Qinglai who was drenched with calm eyes, and said in a calm voice: "Song Qianhu also said that your subordinate made a mistake first. , counting it this way, you Jin Yiwei are disregarding feelings."

"What the governor said is that the subordinates must be disciplined in the future." Song Qinglai moved forward a little bit, standing against the edge of the umbrella, "We made mistakes first, and the governor also took the person away, and the two are even. Now the governor releases the man, and the humble official will personally come to make amends, of course, the governor wants the humble official to make amends, so let's shake hands and make peace, how about it?"

He Xiaoman was not interested when he looked at him, and his words were even more languid: "It's not very good."

Song Qinglai: "..."

Today, Song Qinglai really broke countless cases and suffered countless embarrassments. When the words came to this point, the other party didn't listen at all. He took a deep breath, suddenly held the edge of the umbrella and lifted it up, lowered his head and got under the umbrella .

The distance between the two of them drew closer in an instant, and He Xiaoman frowned and stepped back, only to hit the back of his head on the roof of the sedan chair with a bang.

Song Qinglai let out a hiss like a toothache, and said helplessly, "Master Governor, are you still afraid of me?"

The impact was not light, He Xiaoman burst into tears, the corners of his eyes were red, and his voice trembled with anger: "Wan Lian, let him go."

Wan Lian didn't dare to directly attack Song Qinglai, and was quite helpless. Song Qinglai smiled and grabbed the umbrella in his hand, took off the Xiuchun knife and threw it into his arms: "Don't worry, don't worry. Just say a few words."

But He Xiaoman didn't want to say a word to him anymore, turned around and was about to go back to the sedan chair, Song Qinglai put one hand on the edge of the sedan chair, blocked the way, and said in a low voice: "Master Yu, if you don't show favor, Mr. Yu, But in private, shouldn't you give the humble job a favor?"

Seen from the rear, Feng Jiezhou was almost blind. Song Qinglai leaned slightly to support He Xiaoman, as if he was holding He Xiaoman in his arms. The two of them were almost stuck together under an umbrella. That posture It can be as indecent as it can be.

He thought to himself that the people in Dongchang had a pretty good temper, so they didn't chop up this shameless apprentice on the spot.

Song Qinglai's face has the foundation of a veteran of Fengyue, and he smiled with the corners of his eyes hanging, he looked too like a ruffian, He Xiaoman turned his face away, and said indifferently: "What kind of favor should I give you?"

"Did the governor forget or is it really so cold?" Song Qinglai's eyes were a little sad, and He Xiaoman's body was covered with goosebumps. He listened, "Xining 16 years, Zhaowumen, heavy rain."

The warm breath dyed the pinnae of the ear pink, and the moisture from the rain spread for a long time, but it was not cold, but as hot as the breath. He Xiaoman and him looked at each other in silence, with eye contact In the shadow.

The tip of Song Qinglai's nose moved slightly, and he could smell the fragrance cruising in the narrow space. He knew that eunuchs used face powder all the year round to avoid the smell on their bodies from colliding with the nobles in the palace. He Xiaoman was the closest person to the emperor, so he must have Yes, but it is different from the thick and strong scent of powder that he has smelled before, He Xiaoman has a light orchid scent, which is better than the best incense he has ever seen, and he even wonders if this person is Tian Tian Pick orchids and take a bath.

The two of them were silent together for an unknown amount of time. He Xiaoman grabbed the handle of the umbrella and pulled it out of Song Qinglai's hand. With frost in his eyes, he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Song Qianhu might not be here yet." You know, I hate people bringing up these old things in front of me the most, and everyone who mentioned it is dead."

He Xiaoman put away the umbrella and handed it to Wan Lian, turned around and got into the sedan chair, tapping on the inner wall twice.

The fans got up the sedan chair, Wan Lian looked coldly at Song Qinglai who was still stuck in front of the sedan chair, Feng Jiezhou quickly pulled him away.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Feng Jiezhou asked.

Song Qinglai took the Xiuchun Knife thrown by Wanlian in the sky, swaggered behind the sedan chair, yawned and said, "Of course I'll follow with shamelessness, I think there's something to be said for it."

The two followed them all the way to the gate of the East Factory, but He Xiaoman didn't drive them away, as if he really acquiesced in allowing them to follow.

He Xiaoman walked into the door without saying a word, but the guards at the door didn't stop them, Song Qinglai somehow remembered something, raised his eyebrows and smiled, followed the passerby into the main room with the knife in his hand.

There was a green-glazed pottery plate on a copper square stove in the room, and there was a whole piece of uncut raw beef in it. Song Qinglai and Feng Jiezhou were amazed at the same time - I didn't expect that the governor likes to eat roast beef, and it's not time for dinner. Eat beef as a snack.

I don't know why, but I just feel that it doesn't fit the Governor's temperament.

No one invited the two of them to sit down, so they could only stand awkwardly in the room. Seeing He Xiaoman picking up a small silver knife to cut beef, Song Qing came forward to make it close, and asked with a smile, "Master, can I cut it for you?"

He Xiaoman glanced at him, put down the silver knife and simply stopped eating.

Song Qing came to make fun of him, and stood honestly by Feng Jiezhou's side.

"What's the name of that subordinate of yours?" He Xiaoman asked slowly, his eyes falling on the charcoal fire stuffed in the copper square furnace.

Song Qing hurriedly said, "Return to the governor, and his name is Zeng An."

He Xiaoman glanced at Wan Lian who was standing aside: "What did Zeng An say? There are too many people talking nonsense, so I don't remember."

The roasted beef already smelled delicious. Wan Lian had just set up the sauce, and when he heard this, he took out a thin piece of paper. He Xiaoman poked the beef with a small silver knife, and waved: "Give it to Song Qian." Let's take a look."

Song Qing came to take the piece of paper, took a closer look, and almost closed his eyes and jumped into the sky.

The handwriting on the paper was Zeng An's Gou Crawling, which clearly stated in his own tone what he should have said in Qingpingfang that day.

He Xiaoman's looks are too outstanding, and he stayed in the dirty place of Zhonggusi in the old days, and many people would say obscene words when he was mentioned on weekdays, Song Qinglai didn't expect that his subordinate was really fucking promising How dare you say that to your face... debauchery.

Feng Jiezhou leaned over and saw that his legs were so frightened that he wrote in black and white, "That waist is not as easy to touch as Fenglailou's top card", "I have a brother who said that the palm prints of Shang Baojian wanted to make peace with him a few years ago, eunuch I want to have sex with him, it seems that it really tastes good"...

Have a taste of your size!

Song Qinglai was so angry that his teeth were itchy, not to mention He Xiaoman, he wanted to beat this ugly thing to death with a stick.

There are so many girls in Hualou, not enough for him to play with?I want Xiao Xiang to be the king of Hades, and his mother deserves it.

Song Qinglai pulled the corners of his mouth into a stiff smile, which was uglier than crying: "Supervisor, please calm down, I have never taught them such obscene language, and we all respect you very much, and Zeng An became dizzy after drinking It’s nonsense, the governor has taught him a lesson, so let him go.”

"Before there were three Jinyiwei members, oh, there were three three major camps." He Xiaoman didn't seem to hear Song Qing's words, and didn't give him any of his eyes. He still said to Wan Lian, "How are they?" Are you alive? Are you still alive?"

Wan Lian stepped back again, and He Xiaoman began to slowly cut the grilled beef. The sharp edge of the small silver knife cut through the texture of the meat. Bloodshot.

Song Qinglai and Feng Jiezhou had nowhere to look, they just stared at him cutting the meat, looking at him, with creeps behind their backs for no reason.

After a while, Wan Lian came back, holding a tray in his hand, and said: "Master Du, this is the tongue of those six people, they are still angry."

The six human tongues were placed neatly on the tray, bloody, thanks to the fact that Song Qinglai and Feng Jiezhou were from the Fusi of Beizhen. They have seen and done this kind of thing in the prison. Although the back is even colder, but still Calm.

He Xiaoman glanced indifferently, the small silver knife had already cut the roasted beef completely, took out a white handkerchief and wiped off the blood on it carefully, lowered his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Let's give them a treat."

Wan Lian replied "Yes" and ordered his subordinates to do it.

The tongue on the tray was taken down and thrown away. Feng Jiezhou felt that his tongue hurt for no reason, and asked softly, "Boss, is Zeng An's tongue still there?"

He Xiaoman raised his eyes and looked at Song Qinglai suddenly, and asked, "Do you know what these six people said?" Song Qinglai shook his head, He Xiaoman forked a piece of beef with a small silver knife, and rolled it back and forth in the sauce bowl, "They said Want to fuck me."

Song Qing thought to himself: It's over, I feel that what Zeng An said seems to mean the same thing.

There was no way to answer these words, Song Qinglai pretended not to hear, and watched He Xiaoman eat the beef intently, this man had to roll each piece of beef in the spicy sauce several times before eating it, but he didn't see any taste in his mouth when he ate it What a reaction.

It seems that the taste of food is quite heavy.

"Song Qianhu is Song Zongbing's only younger brother and Lord Wei's nephew. He came to the door in person. I won't show face, and His Majesty will not agree." He Xiaoman said, "If you want me to let him go, Song Qianhu has to Give me something."

Even though he didn't know what he could have that could catch He Xiaoman's eyes, but human life was at stake, Song Qinglai hurriedly agreed: "It's easy to say, what is the supervisor?"

The rain outside had stopped, and the sky was a little brighter. He Xiaoman's eyes were still on his beef, and his tone was casual: "Take off the clothes outside."

"Ah?! What?!" Song Qinglai seemed to have been struck by lightning. He didn't know whether it was something wrong with his ears or He Xiaoman's brain. This, this, this... what a weird request!

He Xiaoman frowned slightly, his expression seemed to say "I'll just say it once, I miss this village without this shop".

Song Qinglai gritted his teeth and began to untie Luan's belt, He Xiaoman was already shameless, what shame did he need?

The Xiuchun knife was thrown to Feng Jiezhou, and Song Qinglai stuffed the Feiyu suit and luan belt into Wanlian. He was only wearing a white undershirt, and when He Xiaoman looked up, he saw the half-wet undershirt outlining the clear muscles inside. Outline, paused, then lowered his head again.

It had just rained this season, and when he took off his coat, Song Qinglai shuddered from the cold, and kept smiling, "Master, can it be done now? Can I take away Zeng An?"

He Xiaoman said "um", "Let's go."

Song Qinglai just wanted to leave as soon as possible, there was really no way to stay in this place, and He Xiaoman might have a sudden whim and asked him to take off his clothes, so he wouldn't have to go out again.

Therefore, after Zeng An was brought out, he took a quick look and found that he was not missing arms or legs, nor was he half dead, but he couldn't walk very well.

Wan Lian was also dazed, holding the wet flying fish suit with dull eyes, feeling that all this seemed dreamlike, and tentatively asked: "Master, the clothes... the subordinate ordered someone to wash it?"

"Just give it to me." He Xiaoman put down the small silver knife and reached out to Wan Lian.

Wan Lian was stunned, but he knew that He Xiaoman only said once, so he still passed the clothes over.

The wet clothes were a bit heavy, but He Xiaoman didn't mind getting dirty, so he put them directly on his lap. The over-the-shoulder red flying fish suit was made of colorful brocade. The flying fish pattern was exquisitely embroidered, but the wearer obviously had a good life. It was rough, and the hem had hooked lines in several places. When his fingers touched the hooked lines lightly, Wan Lian felt that the thunder that had struck Song Qing struck him again.

Damn it, the governor seemed to have smiled in front of him!

After leaving the East Factory, Song Qing came away from Xuanping Street with a sullen head. Seeing that Zeng An was complaining of pain, he rolled his eyes and said, "Did He Xiaoman break your leg or break your leg bone?"

Zeng An gasped and said, "He chopped off my fingernail!"

Song Qinglai stepped on his toes: "It's what you deserve! If you dare to provoke Dongchang in the future, I won't collect the corpse for you, and throw it to the mass grave to feed the dogs." Zeng An screamed in pain, Song Qinglai let go of his feet , "Do you know how much I paid to save you?"

Feng Jiezhou smiled and said, "It's just a piece of clothing, let Zeng An compensate you for one piece."

"What I'm giving is not a piece of clothing," Song Qinglai gritted his back molars, "I'm selling my hue!"

Feng Jiezhou: "..."

Zeng An: "..."

"Boss, I won't, I won't." Feng Jiezhou said speechlessly, "The governor may just want to make you lose face, and it sounds more believable if you look at him."

Song Qinglai snorted softly, although he didn't guess He Xiaoman's real intention, but he just had an intuition that He Xiaoman's mind was definitely impure!Looking at this person from the front, his body with his coat off clearly has an indescribable straightness!

Thinking about it again, Song Qinglai forced himself to forget about it for a while, then remembered the six bloody tongues, smiled, and asked Feng Jiezhou: "Hey, do you think He Xiaoman is cute in front?"

Feng Jiezhou was shocked and said: "Boss, didn't you just give me a piece of clothing? It really doesn't matter!"

How does it feel like this is all crazy?

"He deliberately mentioned those six people in front of us, and also deliberately let us see those six tongues." Song Qinglai thought about it more and more amused, "He didn't actually do anything to Zeng An, maybe he waited on purpose from the beginning. Let me come to find him."

Just now He Xiaoman gave him the feeling like a cat showing its meaty paws at him proudly, with "don't beat me" written in its eyes, but in fact it was saying to him, "see if I'm very good" .

It seemed to specifically remind him that time has passed, and he is no longer the little fireman shivering in the rain.

The author has something to say: + Maybe some people have misunderstood Dongchang, but the people in Dongchang are not eunuchs!The supervisor is a eunuch, but the workers are basically selected by Jin Yiwei.

Song Qinglai: I feel like I have been molested, but I have no proof.

Overlord: I know nothing.

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