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One day in June, there was a gust of wind and showers, and the dark clouds were dispersed by the sun. In Song Zi’s small courtyard, the moon-viewing pavilion next to the rockery was used as the dividing line. Half of it was still raining, and the other half was cloudless and the rain stopped, and the sun was shining brightly. .

The rain gradually subsided, but the thunder had stopped. Song Zi propped up the oil-paper umbrella with the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and went out: "Prepare the car, I'm going to Qilue Bookstore."

Although Song Zi was timid, he was the only son of Prime Minister Zuo, so naturally no one in the family dared to neglect him, and the specially refitted carriage arrived at the gate of the bookstore steadily.Song Zi skillfully stepped on the stool to get out of the carriage, and waved to the coachman: "You go back, and pick me up at noon tomorrow."

As a timid and dull waste, the eighteen-year-old Song Zi naturally has nothing serious to do.In the capital, there are actually quite a few kids from rich families who are just waiting to die. They can't be officials, and they don't need to work hard for their livelihood like ordinary people. They are so idle that they walk chickens and provoke dogs every day. There are even some prodigal kids. , living in the flower building all year round, either touching the girl's little hand or listening to people singing ditties.

Compared with these dandies, although Song Zi has no prospects, his hobbies are much healthier. After giving up his official career, he spends his days in a bookstore, with a book and a pot of tea in a day.

As soon as he stepped through the threshold, Song Zi bumped into an acquaintance. They were the two sons of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Punishment, Ji Wen, the eldest son of Ji family, and Ji Wu, the second eldest son of the Ji family.Ji Wenren, as his name suggests, is a gentle and elegant gentleman. When Song Zi entered the examination room for the first time, this gentleman was the number one scholar in the imperial examination.

It may be that the elder brother is too good, Ji Wu is the complete opposite of his elder brother, he is a standard dude.He has never done anything serious, and his favorite place to stay is Hualou, and he comes to the bookstore mainly for pornography and other indecent books.

This Ji Shangshu is a member of the right minister, and he does not deal with Song Zi's father. Ji Wen is deeply thoughtful, and when he sees Song Zi, he just nods his head slightly as a signal.Ji Wu came over, winked and said: "Song Zi, what's the point of you spending time in the bookstore every day, Yan Ruyu and the Golden House in the book will not collapse directly, and I will go to Yunxiang Tower with me later, let you see and see What is the real Yan Ruyu?"

They are all playboys. Although Ji Wu can't get along with elites like his elder brother who are valued by the elders, he still has awe and envy for the latter. But just because he likes to read books, his reputation is better than him.

He who really loves to read has a father who is a prime minister, unlike his elder brother who was an official in the court, who spends every day in bookstores.To put it bluntly, once the private room is closed, who knows whether Song Zi is reading the Book of Rites or the Erotic Pictures.Men in the world are generally dark, look at the dark circles under Song Zi's eyes, and the sloppy footsteps, could this be seen by staying up late and reading? !Song Zi still has the nerve to say that he is a pure and decent person, hey, sooner or later he will take off Song Zi's prudish skin.

"Ji Wu, be careful with your words." Ji Jia Dalang showed displeasure, and warned his younger brother.

No matter how incompetent Song Zi is, Song Mingcheng is such a son, who protects him like a sharp eyeball and a sharp heart. It doesn't matter how he talks nonsense in private, how can he put his calculations on the surface.If something really went wrong with Song Zi, the Song family can't blame them on the Ji family.

Now Prime Minister Zuo is in full swing, it is good that Ji Wu is an idler, but he is an official in the same dynasty as Zuo, and is under the jurisdiction of the other party.

Ji Wu flicked his fan pretending to be coquettish: "Brother, I just want to make friends with Mr. Song." This kind of people mess around.

Song Zi shook his head: "My father is very strict and won't let me go to that kind of nonsensical place. I also ask Mr. Ji to make room, you are blocking me from letting go of the umbrella."

Raindrops gathered and fell down the umbrella surface, and because Ji Wu blocked the door, the ground inside the house was wet.Hearing this, the manager of the bookstore quickly brought a wooden bucket inside, and Song Zi put the umbrella into it, walked around Ji Wu, and walked up the wooden escalator step by step.

Looking at the appearance alone, Song Zi does look like a decent person, but he doesn't have any vigor at all, he doesn't look like a son raised by the Xiangfu and the princess.

"It's boring." Ji Wu stared at Song Zi for a long time, until the latter's back gradually disappeared on the third floor, and couldn't help but roll his eyes in disdain.If his father loses his temper, of course he is also afraid, but he has never seen that upright person who uses his father as a shield, Song Zi is still as boring as before, he will not go here or there, he is afraid of mice and insects, timid Afraid of getting into trouble, he doesn't look like a man at all, just a cowardly boy with a weak face.

As the largest bookstore, Qilue Bookstore has a total of three floors. The first floor is full of books, the second floor is a variety of private rooms, and the third floor also provides accommodation.

Song Zi went up to the third floor, but Ji Wen and Ji Wu wanted to discuss matters on the second floor.However, Ji Wu's guests hadn't arrived yet, and Ji Wu felt bored, so he pushed open the window and looked down. When he saw it, his eyes were caught by a figure.

"Ji Wu, what are you looking at?" Ji Wen saw that he had not closed the window for a long time, so he yelled, and followed him.

Ji Wu stared straight down with a pair of eyes: "Brother, look at that, that's called a man, brother, which family's son do you know, see if you can get it for me."

Outside the side door of the bookstore, there was a boy leading a horse at some point. He was dressed in a dark black suit, with a wide waistband tightly tied around his waist. His waist looked extraordinarily slender under the wide hem. However, this man's back did not look delicate. The girl is like a thin and curved lancet, full of sharpness.

Ji Wu has always been a vegetarian, seeing this kind of man with broad shoulders and narrow hips, a bee waist and a monkey back, and his every move has a taste, he couldn't help but feel itchy.

The back that made him like it turned around, it was a very ordinary face, the kind that he couldn't find in the sea of ​​people.It's a pity that this face matches this figure, Ji Wu somehow came up with an idea: Song Zi's little white face would be more exciting if it was on this face.

"Forget it, it's the same if you turn on the light anyway." He's not that picky about his face, but his figure is more important. The person Ji Wu wants, he always has to work hard to get him. Those who can't reach him are another matter.

The leaf card on the waist of the young man who disappointed Ji Wu was splashed with rainwater, shaking Ji Wen's eyes.Ji Wu's head was hit hard by his own brother: "Pour out all the waste in your mind to me, it's from the Criminal Division."

Horses are not allowed on the street, but the Judicial Division is a special case.Sure enough, the young man in black put on his bamboo hat, got on his horse, and galloped away with a light grunt.Ji Wu shuddered, the Interrogation Department is a group of ruthless perverts, most of them come from humble backgrounds, but Ji Wu knows that this group of people is an existence that he must never provoke.

No wonder he said that that person has that special temperament, what kind of temperament is there to attract people's hearts and souls, it is clearly the temperament of Hell Yan Luo's death.He slammed the window shut: "It's just a group of mad dogs under the emperor's feet." When he said this, Ji Wu's voice was as low as a mosquito's, and no one heard it except himself, and the voice was still buzzing trembling.

The emperor was violent and ruthless, but it was impossible for the emperor to deal with all the arrested people, because the emperor killed people like hemp, and the interrogation department was a new institution set up for the emperor to kill people better. The head of the interrogation department was the emperor's former secret guard. Like his master, he is a ruthless lunatic.

The former head of the dark guards selected people, almost all of whom were poor civilians, and the dogs raised were all crazy, and their methods were vicious, and anyone who was caught would peel off a layer of skin.Just now that man was not the head of the Interrogation Department. After all, Ji Wu recognized that feminine and beautiful face, but even if he was an ordinary newcomer with no background, Ji Wu didn't dare to provoke him, because that mad dog was extremely protective, and if he provoked a man, he would attract a lot of attention. It's really not cost-effective to come to a group of people for a night of spring breeze.

In fact, the Judicial Division is not as scary as the outside rumors say, even compared to the treacherous court, the colleagues are friendly and humorous, and everyone speaks nicely.Moreover, not everyone in the Judicial Division has to face the emperor directly. Only their leaders and more outstanding figures are eligible to see Tianyan. They are all simple chores, and I haven't seen what the emperor looks like so far.

However, none of the elders in their institution went to face the saint. The seniors they met all said that His Majesty was very powerful, and they didn't dare to take a breath.The boy pulled the reins, exchanged tokens, and handed over the mission materials he brought to his boss, he couldn't help but yawned.

"Lao Qi, you've worked hard, why don't you go back and rest."

The boy shook his head: "It's okay, I can still hold on, anyway, there is no movement in the cold palace."

The Interrogation Division doesn't have work all the time, and their low-level transparency basically shoulders the burden of guarding Miyagi.The high-ranking and capable ones wait in front of the emperor and the more important palaces, and the Lenggong side is the newlyweds.

"Brother, you know that I don't have a heart. If I get involved in the nobleman's affairs, I will become cannon fodder one day. I just want to do something small for our trial department."

The young man is actually very handsome, especially his eyes, which are so clear and beautiful, his face immediately adds a lot of luster when he smiles. It's just that Ji Wu's expectations were too high before, so he felt that he was too mediocre.

The young man with a scar across his browbone turned over the cowhide bag, slapped the young man on the shoulder hard, and staggered the latter: "Good job, when the boss comes back, I will tell him to turn you into a regular worker." The matter. Then you go to patrol, and I will replace you tomorrow."

A bright smile appeared on the boy's face, and he straightened his clothes: "Thank you Brother Geng, then I'll go."

It was still drizzling in Miyagi, but the patrolling guards were not qualified to hold umbrellas. This handsome young man was walking on the road paved with blue bricks with a knife. Dirty his shoes.

When the night was getting dark, most of the masters in the palace had fallen asleep, the young man patrolled twice, and clicked on the person in charge.Then he knocked on the door in front of a deserted and deserted courtyard, with two long beeps and one short beep: "Ah Yan, it's me."

The small broken courtyard door creaked and opened from the inside, the young man stepped in and quickly pulled the bolt on the wooden door.When he stood up, a gust of wind came from behind with a quiet fragrance, and a pair of jade-like hands wrapped around his waist and pulled off his belt.