I'm afraid you'll be widowed

The clear light of Nuan Pavilion continued to drift faintly, slowly blending into the quiet night sky.

Lingzhu stood in the depths of the Nuan Pavilion, pacing back and forth thoughtfully, as if he was worried about something.

After an unknown amount of time, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

There was only the sound of hasty footsteps, and the door of the Nuan Pavilion was suddenly pushed open.

The Lord's eyes suddenly focused on the door.

As far as the eye could see, Xi Huai covered his face with a piece of soap silk, but his brows were slightly frowned under the hood, and with just one look, it could be seen that he was a little strenuous in walking these few steps.

Seeing this situation, the Lord Ling continued to look down.And this slight movement slightly suppressed the line of sight, and it was natural to see that blood was endlessly spilling out along Xi Huai's fingers covering the wound.

To the Lord's surprise, the hand that was twisting the finger suddenly stopped.

He immediately took two steps forward, helped Xi Huai to sit down, and still couldn't help being stunned: "Who is it? How could it hurt you?"

Xi Huai sneered coldly: "It's okay, it's my fault for underestimating it."

"You son of a bitch is so ruthless tonight, I was bitten by him."

"Pei Gong? Him?" Lingzhu squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it, "He could actually hurt you?"

Xi Huai smiled self-deprecatingly.

He turned sideways to avoid the sight of the Lord, picked up the porcelain bottle of sore medicine to stop bleeding, tore off his clothes as usual, and sprinkled it directly on the knife wound.

The sting pain like a snake biting hit him immediately.

But Xi Huai seemed to have accepted the strangeness for a long time, he just looked up for a moment and took a deep breath.

After that, he didn't even frown again.

As if it had nothing to do with him, he began to look at the wound on his shoulder.

The wound was deeper than he thought, and even though the wound was pressed all the way, it still looks horrible now.

Xi Huai couldn't help but sneered, and wiped away the dirty blood around the wound by himself.

He took a few more deep breaths, and soon his expression returned to normal: "Pei Gong fought me before, and knew that I was injured, so today he focused on the weak spot, and I was held back by him."

"Even if it's Tatar's surprising ways of winning, he is familiar with it now, and he is invincible. Now he is really difficult to deal with."

Hearing this, the Lord Ling slowly turned his eyes to meet Xi Huai's: "So, he really can't be underestimated now?"

"But why did you meet him today?"

Xi Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly loosened his gripped brows: "It was because Fan Tianhe was sent to the prison in Beizhen. Surprisingly, I was watching in person."

"It's just that Pei Gong's Yuemo has already fixed his eyes on Fan Tianhe. Now if he spends some time digging deeper, he will inevitably find out about the military pay of the important town on the Nine Frontiers..."

"Now that Xuanfuwei's letterhead is not in our hands, no matter which side gains power, we are the most passive."

Xi Huai suppressed the wound, and said in a muffled voice: "Right now, Duke Liang's mansion is stable, but the court is troubled, no matter what, we must not let him see these things."

Upon hearing this, the master tightened his grip on the corner of the table.

"But not only him, but also Linyuan, who is also a fine person."

"They were the ones who copied Fan Tianhe's lifeline back then, so they must have known the details best. With Linyuan's current state, they might not have to tell the whole truth."

Xi Huai lowered his brows, and his eyes fell back on Lingzhu again: "Now that the court situation is unstable, the Thirteen Divisions must not lose their trust in Your Majesty. I will clean up Fan Tian and that tail."

The Lord hesitated to speak, so he had no choice but to sigh deeply, and put his hand on Xi Huai's shoulder: "You have suffered."

"The matter has come to this point, if the Japanese riots more than ten years ago are brought out, the whole pool of water will be completely muddied, that is absolutely impossible."

The master was silent, and finally he seemed to have made up his mind: "Now we must not let Pei Gong and the others continue to investigate."

"You don't have to worry about these things, I'll find someone else to handle them."

"Go and tidy up the clues and evidence in Fan Tian and Qian Zhuangzi, and pay attention to the injuries on your body."

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Although Fang Cenxi's poisoning in Baodi was dangerous, but now that he has recuperated for a long time, it is time to go to the Yamen of Dali Temple.

Early in the morning, he straightened his clothes and brushed off his crown, changed into the Di Shi green round collar mend suit that he only wore in the government office, and allowed Pei Gong to untie the knot of the collar for him slowly.

Although Pei Gong is used to carelessness in daily life, he is always patient enough when doing these small things for Fang Cenxi.

He concentrated on making Fang Cenxi's hair smooth and beautiful, and only then he smoothed the neckline of the square temple, and his patrolling eyes began to wander unscrupulously on Fang Cenxi's body.

Fang Cenxi couldn't help laughing: "Third Master, why haven't you seen it?"

"But a fifth-grade white pheasant tonic, can you be rare?"

Pei Gong rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "Baiyan Buzi is really common."

"However, when Cen Xi wears the white pheasant patch, his whole body is dignified and elegant, but it feels different from that unicorn robe...I haven't tried it yet..."

Fang Cenxi subconsciously felt a pain in his lower back.

He sneered: "Pei Jianrang, didn't you squat outside the door enough last night?"

Pei Gong: "..."

"Fang Sizheng, I'm about to start my job, and I will delay if I don't go out."

Fang Cenxi turned around with a cold face and walked slowly towards Dali Temple.

Dali Temple is still the same as usual.

As soon as Fang Cenxi stepped into the Yamen of Dali Temple, he attracted the attention of several people.

When everyone knew about his background, they wished they could go their separate ways.But now that he learned that he was on the ninth day of death, he cast more or less sympathetic looks at him.

Fang Cenxi didn't react too much, but nodded gently to several government offices, as a greeting that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Only then did the people next to him come forward: "Lord Fang, I heard that you were injured on the trip to Baodi? Are you feeling better?"

Fang Cenxi smiled lightly, and the corners of his eyes curved patiently: "It's not a big deal, it's inevitable to go outside, and I've already taken care of it."

"Get the errands done, find Zhou Xing, and do the most important thing well, and everything else is trivial."

Others asked again: "They said that you took money from the senior officials of Jinyiwei? The debt collectors have gone to Baodi, is this really true?"

Fang Cenxi laughed suddenly: "Isn't it?"

"I'm going to ask for credit for this, I'm afraid I have to ask for more rewards to pay it off."

Everyone then burst into a loud laugh.

At this time, another government office stepped forward, leaning into Fang Cenxi's ear and said: "Fang Sizheng, I saw that someone came to the government office yesterday and wanted to ask you to send a post."

"But you were not there yesterday, so you put that post on your desk."

Fang Cenxi nodded again: "Thank you, I'll go and have a look."

He got away from the crowd with a few words.

Xu Bu walked to his desk, and he saw a package of posts in a cowhide cover on the desk.

There is no decoration on the plain kraft paper seal, which looks ordinary at first glance.

But Fang Cenxi took a closer look, and suddenly felt that this post was strange.

The plain seal is delicate and soft, not the ordinary rough kraft paper package.

He simply opened the seal, only to find the "Linghua Pavilion" post covered with gold leaf.

The post in front of me is luxurious, heavy, and magnificent, and it really doesn't match its extremely low-key cover.

It is the three big characters of Linghua Pavilion in the middle of the post, which can be sold for some money if deducted.

As for the inside of the invitation card, it is also written in beautiful small characters, but it is written endlessly, there is no reason for inviting people, and there is no host.

But Fang Cenxi only saw the three big characters "Linghua Pavilion", and he already knew the source of this post.

Pei Gong told him earlier that Qian Xingtong and Zeng Zhe received bribes from this place.

Now that Zeng Zhe has lost his life, Qian Xingtong is already trying to make ends meet, so he unscrupulously sends this invitation to the Yamen of Dali Temple.

Everyone knows that Linghua Pavilion is a gold-selling cave in the capital, and it is not a place that ordinary people can easily reach.

Fang Cenxi didn't speak to anyone, but secretly put the post in his arms.

A day in the Yamen passed by very quickly.

When it was time to go down to the yamen, he took the excuse of moving and hurried away from the yamen.

In the small courtyard of Tianshui Lane, there is only the meowing of Bailanghua.

Fang Cenxi changed out of the round-collar men's regular clothes in Shangya, and put on a woad blue Taoist robe for casual clothes.

He put the poster of Linghua Pavilion in the middle of the table, knowing that Pei Gong would be able to see it at a glance when he came back, so he lowered his head and walked out the door.

Linghua Pavilion is located in the most prosperous area of ​​central Beijing, and it has always been a place where dignitaries come and go.

Fang Cenxi's plain clothes and simple decorations, it is inevitable that guests will look at him more when he comes to this place.

But he turned a blind eye, just handed in the post, and was soon led in by the lady boss who still had charm.

Fang Cenxi only felt a burst of makeup and powder coming to his face, and was about to cover his cuffs, the proprietress at the other end quickly brought a few more people, said "offended", and ignored it, directly covering Fang Cenxi with a ribbon. Cen Xi's eyes.

Fang Cenxi moved halfway along with the group of people, and the thick and thick powdery smell that made people dizzy completely dissipated, leaving only a faint scent of incense around.

Fang Cenxi paused, the ribbon in front of him was gently removed, and the door behind him was also closed casually.

He had to lower his head, trying to adapt to the sudden light.

Fang Cenxi was finally able to see where he was when the strands of whiteness in front of his eyes completely dissipated.

The furnishings of this room are simple and elegant, not as luxurious as the decoration outside Linghua Pavilion.

However, every corner of this house is full of low-key wealth. After careful study, the furnishings outside are obviously a drop in the bucket compared to this place.

Fang Cenxi raised his eyelids slightly, and continued to look in front of him unhurriedly.

There are two people sitting in this room.

One is naturally Qian Xingtong who is carrying the tea boat, but Fang Cenxi is no stranger to the other.

The man had gorgeous hair and a long beard, gentle eyebrows and eyes, and was wearing a somewhat worn-out ultramarine straight gown.

Although he sat motionless and did not speak in the armchair, he always had a familiar smile on his face.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Cenxi froze in place, his eyes filled with astonishment and astonishment.

Countless midnight dreams come back, only blood remains in the eyes.

He has almost forgotten his father's original appearance.

It was his father who taught him that the crown of a gentleman must be straight, the knots must be tied, and that decency and appearance must always be emphasized.

And the one looking at him in front of him was not stained with dirty blood at all, only his face was full of kindness and trance, compared to the one whose finger was cut off and bloody, it was more like the majestic magistrate of the past.

Fang Cenxi felt his hands trembling faintly.

After a long while, he almost exhausted all his strength before murmuring a word barely visible from his lips.

"father……"

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