It has been raining for several days in the capital, the sky is gloomy gray, and the dark clouds are rolling in the sky like ink. In the drizzle, Shen Jue stepped out of the Qianqing Palace, and Shen Wenxing held up his umbrella for him. As soon as he walked down the palace road, he saw an old man with his sleeves inserted in front of him, standing by the door and waiting for him. It was the first assistant Zhang Zhao, Shen Jue raised her eyebrows and walked over slowly. Seeing him coming from a distance, the old man greeted him with a smile and saluted. Now that Shen Jue's power is at the height of his power, even the cabinet Yuan Fu has to bow his head and bow when he sees him.
Shen Jue didn't stand up to accept the salute, but put a hand on him and said, "Why is Yuan Fu here?"
"The factory ministers are busy, and I haven't come to the West Dynasty room today to hear the discussion. The old minister came to see you." Zhang Zhao took the umbrella from Shen Wenxing's hand and personally supported Shen Jue. The two walked side by side on the middle road, Xiao Xiao raindrop It landed on the umbrella, and it crackled.
In the past, when he intervened in political affairs, thousands of these sour scholars were reluctant, but today they came here stubbornly. Shen Jue showed no expression, and only said: "If Yuan Fu has something important, just say it directly."
"This morning, the cabinet received a secret report from the scouts that the Tuman has gathered a large army outside the customs, and it seems to be heading south. The Ministry of Household has been raising military funds for nearly two months, and so far there is no significant amount. The factory minister sees... What should we do?"
Shen Jue gave him a look, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He tucked his sleeves and said, "Since Yuan Fu has come to look for our house, he must have done it in his heart, right?"
"The spring drought in the northwest, and the floods of the Yellow River, money is used everywhere, and there are big heads everywhere. The government of the farmland is abolished, and there are no records. Originally, this military expenditure could be thought of from the military field, but now it is impossible." With a face full of sorrow, "now the national treasury is stretched thin, the east wall is demolished to make up for the west wall, and the taxes collected earlier have been spent in a blink of an eye. The factory minister, according to the old minister, for today's plan, only increase Tax."
Shen Jue rolled his eyes, "Where is the tax added?"
Zhang Zhao's face became solemn and he said, "Jiangnan."
Shen Jue stopped and stood silently.
The rain fell, Zhang Zhao handed the umbrella handle to Shen Jue, leaned over and bowed deeply, "Tomorrow morning, the minister will take the lead in proposing the imposition of taxes in the south of the Yangtze River, and also ask the factory minister to second the proposal to help the old minister."
"Yuan Fu, there are seven adults in the cabinet, five of whom were born in the south of the Yangtze River. The court workers, Jiangsu and Zhejiang gangs occupy the leading positions, not to mention that Jiangxi, Huguang and Guangxi together constitute half of the country in the middle of the dynasty. Yuanfu should not think about it, if you To impose additional taxes on Jiangnan would be against the entire Qingliu." Shen Jue's voice sounded in the rain, which was colder than the rain.
Zhang Zhao smiled and said: "The factory minister was born in Jinling, and he also remembers the old favor of his hometown, so don't you want to increase the tax?"
Shen Jue raised his eyes and looked at the palace road in front of him for a while, the masonry road stretched out, one door after another, as if there was no end, and there was a sense of desolation in the rain curtain. He handed the umbrella back to Zhang Zhao, walked out by himself, and the voice came from a distance, "Tomorrow our family will lead the performance, you have nothing to do, and the second opinion is. Qingliu still needs your guidance, don't cause public anger, dig your own grave. "
Shen Jue returned to the palm print duty room, the wet clothes felt uncomfortable on him, and Shen Wenxing brought clean clothes for him to replace. In the rainy weather, the house also smelled of dampness, like soaking in a tank of cold water, as if the movements were stuck, and he couldn't move his hands and feet. He sat in the armchair and let Shen Wenxing help him dry the ends of his wet hair. The skylight shone on the table through the mullioned windows, reflecting the patterns one by one.
I don't know what Xiahou Lin is doing? He held his head and thought, it was raining, the guy was just in shape, he told him to take good care of his body, but he would definitely not listen, and he chased Jialan around the city again. He felt sorry for Xia Houlin. The people from Yunxian Tower interrogated him over and over again, but nothing came up. Jialan's line was broken again.
I casually flipped through a few books, but I didn't have the time to read them. The words were piled up on the paper, and I couldn't read a single one. It's time to think about the way back, he can't let Xia Houlin accompany him to the end, even if he walks on the tip of the knife, he has to walk over behind his back. But where is the way back? The civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty hated him, and they all wished him to die sooner. Perhaps there is only one way out of Daqi. He has money and can build a treasure ship and take Xiahou Rin to the Rakshasa Kingdom to become a Rakshasa ghost.
Shen Wenxing re-tied his hair. He took a red pen and circled a few books. He raised his hand and flipped it over, accidentally turning to the secret letter from Bailiyuan that Datongwei's fanzi handed over that day. His eyes were stagnant on the words "All dead, the young girl alone", he frowned and asked, "Is the fan who sent the secret letter to Beijing still in Beijing?"
"Yes, just in time for him to be transferred to the Beijing Yamen to be on duty, and he didn't leave when he came." Shen Wenxing brought a small red lacquered tray with a cup of wolfberry pork ribs soup on it, "Godfather, drink some warm soup. Let's warm up. Don't be too tired. I saw a few white hairs when I wiped your hair just now. My son is distressed. "
"Have white hair?" Shen Jue held up the mirror and looked at it, but the hair was tied behind him and he couldn't see it, "Why didn't you pull it out for me?"
"The more you pull, the more, godfather, it's alright, just a few, don't look at it. After a while, my son instructed the subordinates to chisel some black sesame seeds, and you will make up for it as soon as you eat it."
Shen Jue frowned gloomily, as if very unhappy. Holding the mirror for a while, he waved at Shen Wenxing, "Go and call that fan, I want to ask questions."
Ti rode quickly, and after drinking a cup of soup, the time came, and she knelt down, timidly, looking very scared. Shen Jue was used to it. With his status, cats and dogs would give way to him when they saw him. He crossed his hands on the bridge of his straight nose, looked down at the people below, and asked, "Are all the Bailiyuan family dead? Is the nurse still alive?"
Fanzi hesitated for a while, then replied: "Report to the Governor, when I was investigating, I only checked the family and relatives of Lord Baili, and I didn't pay attention to her nurse's servant."
Shen Jue sneered, "You guys are becoming more and more slack in exams, and you can transfer to Beijing when things are done like this? Our family said that we should investigate her family's possessions, that is, what kind of cats did they keep? Our family must know what kind of dog. When you enter Beijing, you will start as an officer, and learn how to do things with your colleagues. "
Fanzi said that he was guilty, Shen Jue watched him wipe the sweat off his forehead, got up with trembling legs and walked out. Shen Jue frowned slightly, his heart moved, and he took out a pill from his arms, which was the pill he used to suppress desire. Shen Jue stopped him and said, "Hey, you dropped something."
Fanzi stopped in his steps, turned around, and saw Shen Jue standing in the hall with a pitch-black pill in his hand.
Shen Jue looked at him coldly, "What is this? Could it be the fruit of bliss?"
That guy hurriedly knelt down to the tunnel and said, "The governor has misunderstood. He is not a humble post, and nothing has been dropped from a humble post."
Shen Jue stared at him without saying a word, the room was silent for a long time, and then he knelt on the ground motionless, like a wooden sculpture. Shen Jue finally waved his hand, "It's our family that's wrong, you go."
Fanzi ran away as if he had to be freed. Shen Wenxing looked at the figure's back, leaned over and asked, "Why is Godfather suspicious of him?"
Shen Jue knocked the secret letter on his head, "Although smallpox is the most contagious disease, there is no reason why the whole house will die. Have you ever seen someone in a family get smallpox, and the whole family returned to the west? If you are not careful, I will try to see if he is a meticulous work of Galan."
"That's true," Shen Wenxing scratched the back of his head with the dust, "everyone knows that if you have to find someone who can survive smallpox to take care of the patient, you have to be carefully isolated. The clothes and used items worn by the patient will have to be burnt. Son was too careless."
"It's not accidental, it's a disaster," Shen Jue opened the secret letter and stroked the words "every family died, the young girl survives", the long-term memory reappeared in front of him, blood splashed under the moon, and Aunt Lan fell in front of his eyes ... He took a deep breath and said, "We went to Datong to investigate with his cronies. Our family was suddenly curious as to how this title was smashed on top of this girl doll's head."
Shen Wenxing was in trouble, "How to investigate this? Datongwei's Dongchang Yamen was only found to be caused by the smallpox epidemic. It can be seen that even if it was a little tricky back then, the evidence is gone."
"Simple," Shen Jue closed the secret letter, hiding the ice and snow in her eyes, "plan the coffin and perform an autopsy."
Fanzi left the palace in the rain, touched the back of his neck, and the cold sweat mixed with the cold rain, it was not clear. He hurriedly walked into an old alley with his sleeves in his arms. There were earthen walls on both sides. There was an old woman standing under the eaves to hide from the rain. He walked over and shrank his neck to hide from the rain.
"Everything is done, and the Governor has no doubts." Fanzi said in a low voice.
The old woman opened her mouth, but it was a man's voice, "Very good, your father will get the fruit of bliss he deserves next month."
"I'm on duty in the capital now, but I'm just a small officer, I'm afraid it won't be of great use." Fanzi said.
"Don't worry, we will come to you when you are useful." After the old woman finished speaking, she picked up the broom beside the door and chased him, her voice suddenly becoming old and feminine, "Go go, don't knock at my door. Be a door god."
Fanzi was driven away by her, and she entered the door, with her hands open, the joints creaked apart, the whole person was a little taller, and she tore off the mask, revealing a pale face with knife marks - Jinna Luo.
Shen Jue returned to the mansion before the key to the palace gate fell, stepped on the wet and cold twilight, passed the hanging flower gate, and turned into the deep courtyard. The yard does not seem to be as deserted as it used to be. Lanterns are hung under the dripping water, flower pots are placed under the gate pier, and the most important thing is that there is an additional master. In the dead of night, he can hold him unscrupulously and taste the warmth of the kang head. In the past, I only dared to think secretly, like the moon on the horizon, I can see it but I can't pick it up, I occasionally have a few dreams, and I fish for the moon in the water to talk about my worries. Now that he is really holding it in his hands, he feels that his entire life has been completed. Like an old Buddha who has attained enlightenment, all the suffering he has endured has been rewarded.
The light was on in the room, he knew he was inside, stood outside the door, straightened his clothes, and put on his usual expressionless expression before entering the door. Xia Houlin was lying on the table of the Eight Immortals and was drawing a picture with a ruler. He wore a pair of Western glasses on his face, two thin ropes were attached to his ears, and two round glasses were attached.
He walked over to see it, and Xia Houlin painted Zhao Ye's arm armor. The parts were carefully dismantled, and the lines were as thin as hair.
Shen Jue felt bored after watching it for a while, and sat in the armchair and looked at him with her chin propped up. His serious appearance is very good-looking, with a few drops of sweat condensed on the tip of his nose, so crystal clear that one wants to lick.
After sitting for a while, Xia Houlin was so absorbed in his painting that he didn't even look at him. Shen Jue was a little angry. He had so many things to do, he forced himself to take time to come back, but this ungrateful one held onto his messy blueprints and didn't let go. Deliberately kicking his foot hard, he opened the curtain and walked in. Xia Houlin finally turned his eyes and called out in surprise, "Master, when did you come back?"
The daredevils didn't notice him at all, and Shen Jue's eyes darkened with anger. Taking off his boots and clothes, he lay down on the bed, his face dark and sullen. Xia Houlin also took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed to look at him, "Why don't you talk?"
Shen Jue closed her eyes and ignored him. Xia Houlin looked at him for a while, then suddenly leaned down, kissed him, and said with a smile, "Good kiss."
Shen Jue's eyes opened a slit, and when he saw his smile showing his big white teeth, he felt relieved. Pulled his arm, let him lie down, and whispered in his ear: "We will have dinner later, what shall we do?"
Xia Houlin thought for a while, and said, "How about we have two moves? I really want to fight you again. Last time, you played tricks and let loose arrows. I will definitely not lose this time."
"..." Shen Jue suddenly felt powerless.
Xia Houlin looked at him sullenly and asked, "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"
Shen Jue turned over, turned her back to Xia Houlin, and said, "You young master, I'm dead, ignore me."
Xia Houlin forcibly turned him over and pressed his forehead against his forehead. The two of them were breathing intertwined, and they could hear each other's warm heartbeats.
"Master, it's been three days, and I still feel like I'm dreaming." Xia Houlu said in a low voice.
"What dream?"
"Why does the immortal young master like me?" Xia Houlin touched his lips, and his lips were as beautiful as peaches and plums in the flickering candlelight.
He didn't answer, lowered his eyes to hide the sly smile in his eyes, raised his hand to pull his clothes, half of his shoulders were exposed, he opened his palms and carefully rubbed the edges of the bones on his shoulders.
Xia Houlin was still a little stunned. He didn't expect that Shen Jue would play a big game as soon as he came up. Later, he realized that Shen Jue said "do something" just now and that was what he meant. But he didn't dare to tug on Shen Jue's clothes. Shen Jue was a flower-like figure, and he could only watch from afar, never play with it. He is one of his gods and should be worshipped on the altar. Kissing is the greatest defilement.
Shen Jue didn't care about this, since it was in the palm of his hand, don't try to escape. His cold fingers slid down the collarbone, clearly with a coldness, but hooked up a raging flame at the fingertips. Xia Houlin gasped frequently, almost unable to hold back, the entire portrait was thrown on the fire to roast. Those fingers rested on his hard chest, outlined the faint scars on his chest, and then opened his palm and held his chest in the palm of his hand, his heartbeat was gathered in Shen Jue's palm.
"Are you comfortable?" Shen Jue looked down at him.
Xia Houlin panted heavily beside Shen Jue's ear, "Master, men shouldn't touch their breasts."
"Where to touch then?"