When Shen Jue went back, Xia Houlin sat on the threshold and made a lantern. Behind him is a dark reddish-brown door, and above his head is a big red lantern with tassel. In the soft light and shadow, he is a light ink mark. The broken eaves bells sounded, a long string of swaying swaying, Xia Houlin heard his footsteps, raised his head, still a gentle smile, the reddish-brown light and shadow and the fluttering bells were crushed into a light, melted in his black eyes.
Shen Jue thought the door was dirty and asked him to sit under the porch to talk.
Xia Houtong carried the basin and sat beside Shen Jue, picked Wei Mii up again, and pressed it between his fingers. Shen Jue watched for a while as he put up the lantern stand and asked, "Why are you targeting Zhu Xia?"
"It doesn't look good to her." Xia Houlin said, "She is the Queen Mother, you can't do anything to her. You are concerned about your identity, and you can't just run on her." He turned his head and smiled, "Then I will come, Anyway, I'm just a hooligan, and I speak so unruly. She has suffered from being dumb and can't do anything to me. "
Shen Jue let out a snort, and said with a face full of disdain, "You're still worried that I won't be able to make a loss? Why do you want to help me out?"
Xiahou Lin lowered his head and touched Weimie, and said, "I'm not worried that you will suffer, but I'm worried that you will be unhappy."
Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, and then said lightly, "I'm used to it."
Xiahou Lan looked at the top of the corridor for a while, and suddenly said: "When I was still on the road, I had so many years of prestige, have you heard of it? The name of the nameless ghost has also appeared in the "Galan Point Ghost Book"."
Shen Jue looked at him with some contempt, "Why, if you have nothing to do, count the heroic old Huang Li with me?"
"Of course not," Xia Houlin muttered helplessly, "How dare I show off in front of you? I want to say that at that time everyone thought I was a good guy, and the waves swept across the rivers and lakes, and anyone who saw it was blocked. It's not like that at all. You'll be hell on the road at night. They died under your knife on the killing field. When they dream at night, they will come back to you and call your name in your ear. At that time, you No amount of slashing will kill them."
He touched the arrow scar on his hand, "At that time, I developed a habit of sleeping with waves in my arms. Others said that I was vigilant. When I was sleeping, I would be wary of enemies coming to my door at night. Actually, no, I was not guarding against enemies who came from the gate. It's from a dream."
Obviously a young man in his twenties and an assassin, but he always looks like an old man full of ghosts and ghosts. Shen Jue was very helpless, but he understood him, grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't be afraid of that. Now that you have changed your face, even ghosts can't find you."
"So, the majesty on the face is actually fake." Xia Houlu said slowly, "Young master, you don't have to hide it from me. If you feel unhappy, don't hold it in your heart."
Shen Jue understood what this guy wanted to say after talking around a lot. It turned out that he was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he didn't tell the truth. Not happy? By now, he had no feeling at all. When it comes to acting on the scene, he has already grasped it. Not only is it easy to capture, but also consummate, the fake can be made real by him, and the bad can be pretended to be good by him. What are you happy or not happy about? He frowned and said, "Don't worry about eating radishes every day. If you're at peace, you'll think about others. I don't need to worry about you." He paused, then said, "You don't need to sympathize."
He has always been proud, even if he is humbled into the dust and mud, he has to stand up with a stiff waist. Xia Houlin smiled and didn't answer his words, he just said: "Master, if we don't laugh in the future, don't laugh."
"What, do you think it's ugly?" Shen Jue sneered.
"It's not ugly, the young master is the best looking, how can you be ugly?" Xia Houlin said, "It hurts to look at it."
Not sympathy, but distress.
Xia Houlin tilted his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.
Shen Jue fell silent, and in the silence, he heard a rumbling in his heart.
He knows best what he is. The higher he goes, the more tragic he falls, and he is nothing if he leaves the golden bricks under his feet. Either the director of Dongchang, who is admired by tens of thousands of people, or the prisoner who is disheveled and disgusted with dogs. He manages carefully, walking on thin ice every step of the way.
But who cares about him? Either looking forward to getting oil and water from him, or looking forward to his downfall. No one cares whether he hurts or not, even he himself forgot.
"Idiot." Shen Jue said.
"I feel sorry for you and still scolding people, there is no reason." Xia Houlin complained jokingly, lowered his head and continued to tie the lantern. The lantern stand had already been weaved, and he began to paste paper. It was still a little rabbit lantern, but this time it was bigger and rounder, and its ears stood up like two palm fans.
Shen Jue silently looked at his focused brows, just piercing a broken lantern, but it was like carving jade, without blinking. He's always so bored, the kid asks him for lanterns, and he sticks one after the other.
But Shen Jue just liked Xia Houlin like this, he couldn't let it go, he couldn't let it go.
He traced the lines of Xia Houlin's eyebrows, eyelashes, bridge of nose, cheeks, and chin with his eyes, down a little bit, until the thin fingertips holding the kraft paper. There was a demon in his heart, whispering in his ear.
I don't want your distress, idiot. Shen Jue thought, what I want is you.
He raised his hand and put it on Xia Houlin's shoulder. Xia Houlin didn't respond, and stuck on a second layer of kraft paper. Pale fingertips slowly compacted. He felt the sharp edges of the bones on Xia Houlin's shoulders, as well as the uneven old scars. He calmly rubbed his thumb lightly, and a secret bone-eating ecstasy came up, more intoxicating than blatant intimacy.
Xia Houlin was pasting the third layer of kraft paper. He narrowed his eyes and approached slowly.
"You're done!" Xia Houlin suddenly said, he lifted the lantern and shook it in front of Shen Jue, "Here, it's for you."
Shen Jue slowly retracted, glanced at the rabbit lantern in Xia Houlin's hand, and said, "I'm not a child."
"Everyone has a share. Small ones and big ones too." Xia Houlin put the lantern into Shen Jue's arms.
When he stretched out his hand, Shen Jue saw that the wound on his fingertip was scratched by Wei Mi. A very small horizontal, revealing a touch of blood.
"You are hurt."
"It's okay." Xia Houlin didn't care.
Shen Jue retracted his hands from behind his shoulders, and his cool fingertips slid across the back of Xia Houlin's neck, chillingly. His hand slid down from his shoulder and pinched Xia Houlin's wrist. Before Xia Houlin could react, Shen Jue had already grabbed his fingertips.
Xia Houlin: "!"
My mind seemed to be blown up, blank. Xia Houlin was about to pull out his hand subconsciously, Shen Jue restrained his wrist, narrowed his eyes and gave him a warning look, then lowered his eyes and licked his fingertips lightly.
The warm, wet softness wrapped around the fingertips, and the tiny wound was the most sensitive. He felt Shen Jue's tongue swipe again and again, and numbness came up along his fingers. He wanted to escape, but Shen Jue didn't let go, and bit his teeth threateningly, as if he would bite off his fingers if he dared to escape, a row of hard textures pressed against him, and Xia Houlin started to burn from the fingertips.
What the fuck is this doing! Xia Houluo wanted to stop him, and shouted, "Youth, little, little...!"
Shen Jue finally let him go, her plump lips left her fingertips, and a trace of spittle came out. Xia Houlin looked at the silver light that connected his fingers and Shen Jue's lips, his eyes seemed to be rusted, and death also moved. not open.
"What's wrong?" Shen Jue looked puzzled and pretended to be naive, "Didn't you see that you were hurt? If you don't handle it properly, what should you do if you die in a while?"
When he is stupid! A little injury would kill him, how did he survive until now? Xia Houlin roared in his heart.
Shen Jue still said to himself: "Last time there was a fanzi, it seemed to be a child, it was scratched by the hook of the fishing net, and it took a few days to go back and burn, and the person was gone."
Is there really such a thing! Xia Hourong stood up, not daring to face Shen Jue, turned his back and said, "I'm going home to rest, see you tomorrow!"
After he finished speaking, he left in a hurry, not even the kraft paper and Wei Miao had time to clean up. Shen Jue watched him leave, and saw that he almost fell over when he was going down the steps. Shen Jue leaned against Baozhu and smiled slightly, Xia Houlin disappeared behind the corner door, he lowered his deep eyelashes and touched his lips with his fingers, his smile became more and more reckless.
Xia Houlin's fingers are very sweet and too delicious, and he still wants to… more.
Xia Houlin rushed home, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and looked down at his fingers that Shen Jue had licked. His saliva was already dry, and under the dim yellow light, he seemed to see Shen Jue's lips rubbing against his fingers again.
He heard his rapid gasping, the waves in his blood vessels patted after him, and he didn't need to look to know what his blush was. He hurriedly walked outside the kitchen, fetched water from the well, and poured buckets of water onto his body. The icy well water dissipated the scorching heat from his body, but it couldn't dispel the Shen Jue who had occupied his mind. A trace of spit was on his lips, shiny and shiny, and he raised his eyes to look over, winking like silk.
Shen Jue is really a goblin! Healing is healing, why do you have to lick it!
Xia Houlin hit a few sets of punches and played the kalan knife technique from beginning to end again. He was exhausted and exhausted before returning to the room to sleep.
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The days are on the right track, Xia Houlin gets up every morning, brushes his teeth, rinses his mouth and washes his face, goes to the yamen Yingmao, listens to Shangfeng's instructions, and then follows Xu Ruoyu around the streets to investigate cases and fight incidents. They hired a group of beggars with the money from the yamen to help them inquire about the news. If the eldest son of Dali Siqing was not named, the baby born by the daughter-in-law was actually the son of the younger brother, or Zhang Yuan’s family in the suburbs was born again. She had a daughter, she was already the twelfth child, and she had not given birth to a son, and so on.
Xia Houlin was responsible for transcribing these broken things on the record and handing them over to the secretary for archiving. Later, Xu Ruoyu glanced at his handwriting and wording, and decided to hand over the job to another colleague surnamed Bai.
Although the monthly money for being a fan is not much, it is only two taels of silver, but sometimes when a case is received, it is possible to search the homes of those officials and get a lot of oil and water. Once the mother-in-law of the servant of the Ministry of Rites threw himself into the river for no reason. His mother-in-law and the Queen Mother's family were close to each other, so the mother's family reported the case, and the Queen Mother sent the case to the East Factory.
This case happened to be under the jurisdiction of their Chen Zike, and Xu Ruoyu brought Xia Houlin and a few people to investigate the case. As soon as the servant of the Ministry of Rites saw the person, he held out a plate of gold ingots and brought them to Xu Ruoyu's nose. Xu Ruoyu took three ingots himself, and distributed the rest to his brothers. Xiahou Lin couldn't help feeling a little emotional after not seeing Jin Zi for a long time. At the moment, when I invited the brothers of Chen Zike, I booked a place in the Chu Building, and I called the Qing waiter and invited the guests. The gold I just got was spent.
The past few days were peaceful, nothing major happened. Sometimes when the ya is released, Xu Ruoyu will invite him to go to Yunxianlou for a drink, or go to Fantou's house to listen to music. He asked a few times if there was a man in Dongchang that was scratched to death by a hook before, Xu Ruoyu nodded and said yes, the hook was dirty with fish, and he didn't pay attention to that, and it was gone after a few days of burning at home. It seemed that Shen Jue was still making a fuss, how could Wei Mie be like a hook in a fishing net
The next day, I went back to the yamen Yingmao. I don’t know how the superiors knew about it. They scolded them for drinking and having fun before the national mourning, and fined each of them three months’ monthly salary. Originally, the matter of drinking and eating meat was always turned a blind eye, but this time someone must have reported it behind his back. Xu Ruoyu scolded his mother several times.
Xia Houlin had no other income, so he had to go to Lianxiang's to eat rice every day.
Next month, the emperor is going to leave the palace for incense, and Xia Houlin is busy all of a sudden. After all, it is the emperor's trip, and everything must be guaranteed. The number of guards in the capital has doubled, and they are sent to search for refugees, either in prison or ordered to leave the capital. Sometimes they would squat on the road and look at them, and if they saw who looked savage, they would go forward and interrogate them.
On this day, Shen Jue prepared a car at the door of the house, ready to go to the palace. Xiahou Lin took turns to guard and waited with his brothers on horseback behind the carriage.
Shen Jue did not get close to him in front of others. He was very dignified in Dongchang, and the laws and regulations were strict. Although he often treated people with a smile, his air of arrogance was still prohibitive. He didn't speak, and the people below didn't dare to make a sound. In private, he is a lot more casual, and recently he often hangs his shoulders with Xia Houlin. Xia Houlin sometimes couldn't help but think that he and Shen Jue looked a bit like the master and the servants and servants in the book of words, and they had an affair. Thinking about it makes me sick.
Shen Jue came out of the mansion, Shen Wenxing trotted to the front of the carriage, took out the low stool and put it on the ground. Xia Houlin and the fans clasped their fists together and shouted respectfully, "Master."
Just as Shen Jue was about to board the car, an eight or nine-year-old boy ran over against the wall, holding a handful of dog's tail grass in his hand, and shouted, "What a handsome big brother! Send you flowers!"
A fan stopped him, and everyone pursed their lips and laughed.
You Fanzi said: "Little baby, you are a dog's tail grass, not a flower!"
The child looked at his hand ignorantly, then at Shen Jue, and said, "But that elder brother just said that this is a flower!"
Shen Jue over there suddenly said, "Break his hand away!"
Fanzi's discoloration changed, and he hurriedly broke open the child's fist holding the dog's tail grass. There was a poisonous needle hidden in it. Under the sun, the tip of the needle glowed a strange blue. The child suddenly screamed and rushed towards Shen Jue recklessly. Xia Hourong stepped forward and pulled a handful of Shen Jue, guarding him behind him, while the other one rushed up and kicked the child to the ground.
The child threw himself on the ground and didn't get up again. Fanzi turned him over, only to see blood from his mouth and eyes, and he was dead.
"Brother Cong!" There was another scream, and a woman ran over from the alley, hugging the child on the ground and crying, "My brother Cong! Good you Shen, he is just a child, accidentally If you bump into you, you will kill him!"
A group of people gradually gathered around the entrance of the alley, standing there whispering and pointing.
"Shen Yu! You are ignoring people's lives and giving back my child's life! Everyone, come and see, come and see! At the feet of the emperor, Shen Jue has no king's law, bullying my Qianshou people, there is no reason!" The woman burst into tears, "Let's go. There is a Wei castrated, and another Shen castrated! There is no way to survive!"
Shen Jue said coldly, "Someone, take this woman down!"
Fanzi went to drag someone, and the woman rammed like crazy. In the end, someone pushed her, and the woman staggered back, knocked her head on the stone lion at the door of Shen Jue's house, and killed her.
In an instant, there were two corpses lying in front of Shen Jue's house, blood dripping from the Xumi seat of the stone lion, and the people were in an uproar.