Xie Yilu lost his life to Zheng Xian.
This is an interesting talk in Nanjing official circles these days. There are several theories about how Qu Feng came out of the West Yamen. Some people say that he was torn apart, and some people say that he died when he escaped from prison. When he came back to his senses, some people still said that he was recited by a eunuch who was wearing clothes.
There are various rumors, but the real thing is Zheng Mi's attitude. These days, he takes Xie Yilu with him wherever he goes, and he always adds a sentence in his opening remarks: "Come and see, we thank Tanhua!"
He was very happy, anyone with eyes could see it, and said in his own words: "Who dares to say that those who defect to our family are reckless? Now our family has a literati by our side, who is a top-ranked talent, who else has it!"
Xie Yilu was like a walking corpse. He was numb to what Zheng Mi said and what others thought of him. If he wanted to say he was afraid, he was only afraid of seeing Liao Jixiang.
"Do you think my words are deaf to your ears?" Liao Jixiang said displeasedly by the side of the stream and the peach grove.
It was raining in the sky, it was heavy and rustling, and he couldn't hear the words clearly, Xie Yilu knew he was angry, so he obediently kept silent.
"I'm afraid that something will happen to you, I'm afraid that something will happen to you," Liao Jixiang clenched the handle of the umbrella, his fingertips turned blue, "you didn't have any trouble on me, I poured it out to him!"
"Yangchun..." Xie Yilu felt sorry for him more than himself, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his sleeve.
"Don't touch me!" Liao Jixiang pushed him angrily, with great strength, Xie Yilu shook, the umbrella slipped from his hand, and his whole body was exposed to the dripping rain.
Liao Jixiang stared at him from the edge of the umbrella, seeing how embarrassed he was, and didn't feel soft-hearted. Xie Yilu wiped his face and said helplessly, "I don't save him, why should I watch him die?"
"Let him die," Liao Jixiang said without thinking, "What is he, why should you ruin his reputation for him!"
Xie Yilu was surprised at his coldness: "If one day I get in your way, you will let me die too?"
Liao Jixiang didn't even think about it, he looked at him like a fool: "He is the same to you as you are to me!"
For a split second, something gushed out from the bottom of Xie Yilu's heart, hot and lingering, and the face that had been washed white by the rain was instantly steaming, "Why is it different?"
Liao Jixiang sensed his emotions, his expression was a little unnatural, and he turned slightly: "If I were him, I would not harm you if I was killed in the West Yamen."
Xie Yilu felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he boldly took a step forward and got into his umbrella. Liao Jixiang was startled, and quickly pushed his chest. The hand was slender and cold, and Xie Yilu grasped it: "I'm afraid there's nothing left..."
When he said this, Liao Jixiang's heart became so soft that he couldn't bear it: "With me here, then..." What he wanted to say was cut off by Xie Yilu, "I only have you."
Liao Jixiang felt that the sound of the rain seemed to be a thousand times louder, and it was deafening when something exploded nearby. He was so nervous that he was almost dizzy, and he told himself over and over in his heart that this young man was talking nonsense, and his words could not be taken seriously...
Grabbing one of his hands, Xie Yilu was still coveting the other, he touched it, but before touching it, Liao Jixiang shrank his hand in fright, the oil-paper umbrella fell from the top of the two of them, Xie Yilu immediately pushed him away Then, further back, Liao Jixiang was so fast that he was a little staggering. Suddenly, something was pressed against his back, and the rain was falling one step away. Looking up, it was the shade of a peach tree.
The collar was wet, and the white coat and middle coat were wet on the chest, so soft and transparent, Xie Yilu stared at it, as if looking at a nearly naked woman, and looked at Liao Jixiang in a panic. In the wet rain, peach blossoms The fragrance is exceptionally bright, and with the rain, petals drift down one by one, falling on the shoulders, sticking to the cheeks, so beautiful that it is soul-stirring.
Suddenly, Xie Yilu's dripping head came down, and there was a sudden bump. Liao Jixiang seemed to be frightened, and turned his face to the side. Xie Yilu was stunned. He just wanted to get closer and talk to him. It looks like... afraid of him kissing.
kiss. This thought has never occurred to Xie Yilu, and when Xie Yilu thought about it for a while, he felt his limbs tremble, and it was difficult to stand upright.
Liao Jixiang began to struggle in his hands, Xie Yilu didn't let go, he had never held a person so tightly, with the other hand resting on the peach tree trunk, he could wrap his arms around him casually, but he Don't dare, that body doesn't seem to allow him to touch it, if he touches it, it will shock the world.
"Let go..." Liao Jixiang almost begged, Xie Yilu looked at him burningly, bullied him, and then bullied him again, Liao Jixiang's hand suddenly loosened, and he closed his eyes suddenly, waiting for a punch so tightly Closed, the upper and lower eyelashes are intertwined and twisted into a beautiful line.
Xie Yilu really thought he was beautiful, even more beautiful than Zheng Xian and Guo Xiaozhuo, he swallowed and wanted to give it a try, when the wind blew, a peach blossom floated down and landed on Liao Jixiang On the lips, it might be light, but he didn't notice it, Xie Yilu looked at the petals on the lips, stretched out his hand recklessly, and carefully wiped it off with the belly of his thumb.
Liao Jixiang froze like a dragonfly touching water, and then his face flushed suddenly. Xie Yilu immediately knew that he had misunderstood, and hurriedly tried to explain, but he looked like a big girl who didn't know anything, and was dead. He pursed his lips until the corners of his lips turned white.
Xie Yilu let go of him, moved a little further away, Liao Jixiang still didn't dare to open his eyes, but closed them tighter, slowly retracted his body, and covered his face with trembling hands.
He has never had this kind of thing, he has been a virgin for thirty years, he will not go out to play like Zheng Mi, from lips to body he is a "little child", Xie Yilu gently broke his hand: "Yangchun... "
Liao Jixiang was forced to open his eyes, feeling extremely ashamed, only opened a crack, Xie Yilu could feel that from that crack, he was peeking at himself, but peeking seemed cramped, so shameful , so flustered.
"Yangchun..." Xie Yilu wanted to tell him that it was not a kiss, but a finger.
"Don't call me..." Liao Jixiang dodged immediately, and looked at his lips over and over again with a timid and frightened gaze, "Shameless..."
It was clearly an accusation, but his tone was exceptionally soft. If you listened with ulterior motives, you would feel that he was acting like a baby. Xie Yilu felt agitated and didn't know what to do with him. Impulsive, he wanted to really kiss him, and now relative.
"I informed the Ministry of War..." Liao Jixiang said suddenly, and moved back against the tree trunk as he spoke, "They will find you when they go back and ask you to pick up someone."
Xie Yilu frowned: "Why don't we talk about it now?"
"Then what are you talking about?" Liao Jixiang's face was still in a mess, his eyelashes were trembling, his cheeks were swollen, and he couldn't clean it up. "You made me not know what to say..."
"I..." Xie Yilu wanted to say that he hadn't done anything, but he didn't want Liao Jixiang to think that they hadn't done anything. He thought he gave him the first kiss, "Who are you picking up?"
"Same as you," Liao Jixiang half-hid behind the tree, as if afraid of him, "the one who offended the ancestors."
Xie Yilu pulled his sleeve: "An old friend?"
Liao Jixiang stared at him grabbing his hand: "It can't be said..."
Xie Yilu felt that he was not telling the truth, he always kept things a secret, so he deliberately asked: "The matter of cutting down the dwarf pear tree, can you tell me?"
Liao Jixiang was dragged into his hand, and he resisted, "What's there to say?"
Xie Yilu didn't look like himself anymore, he just opened his mouth with a nasty sentence: "Whatever you say, I think it sounds good."
Liao Jixiang's face, which had just hardened from the cold, turned red again, and he lowered his head awkwardly: "It was years ago... the ancestor's letter mentioned that Qi Wan was coming, so I asked someone to cut down the dwarf pear tree."
For such a big matter, he brought it up in a few words, Xie Yilu looked at him with some admiration but also some worry: "Aren't you afraid that Qi Wan will bear grudges?"
Liao Jixiang didn't answer, he could afford it if he did it, but Xie Yilu felt that he was like a boring jar, he wanted to hug him tightly and shake it: "I dreamed about you again last night," he pulled him, distracted Teased affectionately, "You in the dream...you are especially gentle."
Liao Jixiang made an angry look: "You...respect yourself!"
Xie Yilu is not afraid at all, since he said it last time, he has the courage to do whatever he wants: "You don't know those dreams... I dare not recall them."
When he said "no clothes" last time, Liao Jixiang thought about it for a while, and felt that his whole body was burning.
Xie Yilu returned to the military department in a daze, as soon as he entered the gate of the yamen, he could feel that kind of indifference, everyone avoided him, no one was willing to look at him more, for fear of causing him to greet him. Just as Liao Jixiang said, he was asked to take fifty infantrymen out of Dinghuai Gate to Jiangjin when the time was about to apply, but what he said was not to "receive" people, but to "cut" them. .
Xie Yilu pinched the small dental plaque: "Who are you intercepting?"
Ye Lang had a contemptuous face on his face: "If you tell me to do it, do it," he held a box of lard ointment and rubbed it in his old hands, "At this time, I still have something for you, what should I do?" Thanks Dade."
Xie Yilu put down the tooth card, with an air of neither humble nor overbearing: "I don't know who it is, I won't do it."
Ye Langzhong was surprised, and his hand rubbing the lard stopped instantly: "You don't know what your situation is?"
Xie Yilu remained silent, Ye Langzhong stood up: "It's your luck to entrust this job to you at this time!"
Xie Yilu asked directly: "Who confessed?"
Ye Langzhong choked for a moment, and said vaguely, "Boss."
Xie Yilu understood too well that it was Liao Jixiang who took care of him from the side. This group of so-called "Yongshe Gentlemen" shouted against the eunuch party, and they had nothing to do with Da Dang behind their backs: "Who was intercepted?" ?”
Ye Langzhong stared at him for a while, then said arrogantly: "Zang Yirou, you know."
Xie Yilu had heard that Zang Fang, a native of Zhongshushe, had made great contributions in Gansu a few years ago and was a famous official.
"The eunuch was jealous of the virtuous and capable, and found an excuse to exile him to Lingnan. You intercepted him halfway, and you also saved a loyal person for the country and society."
This is such a great thing, Xie Yilu never imagined that Liao Jixiang would go to such lengths in order to clear his reputation: "Where did the news that you came to Jiangjin in Youshi come from?" he asked, "The important criminals of the imperial court can be arrested if they say so? "
Ye Langzhong waved his hands impatiently: "It's all taken care of, just go."
Xie Yilu knew who did the cooking and who got the news. He picked up the dental card, and he didn't even say "retire" to Ye Langzhong, and walked away.
It is said to lead troops to intercept people, but it is actually very simple. When Xie Yiluyou arrived in Jiangjin, he saw three people nestled in a small boat coming from the opposite side. fang. It seemed as if they had known that someone would come to intercept them. When the officers and soldiers pressed up, they shouted a few times meaningly, and then arrested them with their hands tied.
Xie Yilu was wearing a rain hat, watching the soldiers bring Zang Fang over. He was very young, tall like Meazza, and despite the heavy shackles, he still had a unique demeanor.
"Umbrella!" Xie Yilu yelled at the sightless soldiers. Zang Fang's legs and sleeves were covered in mud, and he had obviously suffered. He wore a pair of rotten sandals on his feet, and his wrists and Adam's apple were worn out by the wooden yoke.
Zang Fang saw that Xie Yilu was in charge, tossed the messy hair on his forehead, and reluctantly bowed: "I'm Zang Yirou, the imperial court committed a crime, I wonder which noble person is helping?"
Xie Yilu replied in a businesslike manner: "Nanjing Ministry of War."
Zang Fang seemed very surprised, and there seemed to be a pleasant surprise in the surprise: "Are you in Nanjing?" As he spoke, he hurriedly looked behind Xie Yilu, as if he was looking for someone, "Then..."
He didn't say the latter, maybe because he didn't see the person in his heart, Xie Yilu felt strange, but didn't ask further. The soldier found the key from Xiecha and opened the shackle for Zang Fang. The shackle was seven catties and seven pounds, with the Dali Temple seal and the blood-red seal glued to the middle seam.
"Listen to the accent, is your lord from Beijing?" Zang Fang asked Xie Yilu, probably trying to make a connection, "I'm a little familiar."
Xie Yilu nodded, and didn't tell him what happened to him: "Come to Nanjing earlier than your lord." He gave him a hand and led him into the sedan chair: "It's been arranged by the residence department, let's settle down first."