Xie Yilu had a big bruise on his brow bone, sitting in his office, facing Tu Yao who was drinking tea.
"What's this?" He was pinching a list with a few fingernail marks sparsely pinched on it.
"The person elected by the governor," Tu Yao put down his cup, "At the end of the year, he will be at the Ministry of War. Please take care of him."
Xie Yilu looked at those small seals and frowned. Tu Yao smiled, "Why, haven't you seen them before?" He leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Duke can't write, you can take care of it."
The deep and shallow nail scars, like the things a boudoir girl can do, Xie Yilu's dislike is written all over his face: "Then what does he think of the roster?"
"I can read a few words, but I can't write," Tu Yao said, intentionally or unintentionally, staring into his eyes, "You think he is Liao Jixiang."
When he suddenly mentioned that person, Xie Yilu's heart skipped a beat, and he played stupid clumsily: "Huh?"
"Our Dugong was born in the East Yamen." Tu Yao seemed to read something from his eyes, and changed the subject without a trace.
East yamen... Xie Yilu leaned towards him: "Zhonggusi?" That's where the eunuchs act, and the most unpopular among the twenty-four yamen, they can't get ahead in life, "Then why..."
How could he become a eunuch, and how could he guard Nanjing! Tu Yao patted his thigh and laughed: "Long Live Lord likes it," he said as a matter of course, taking advantage of Xie Yilu's surprise, he asked meaningfully, "Has anyone told you?"
Xie Yilu shook his head foolishly: "You mean Lord Long Live...with him?" When he asked here, he stopped talking, remembering that once Liao Jixiang was so angry that he seemed to see through such a little meaning. Now that he thinks about it, he He never said a bad word to Zheng Mi in front of him, this is his gentlemanly style.
"As long as the palace is beautiful, few of them are clean." Tu Yao threw out a sentence seriously, Xie Yilu listened, and wanted to pretend to smile relaxedly, but he couldn't, "It's alarmist."
"Everyone calls the governor 'Miss Zheng', why?" Tu Yao got up and shook his robe, "Who is the most famous for narrow-sleeved military uniforms? Hu Luan, Miss Zheng, is here!"
The others left, but the voice stayed here, making Xie Yilu fidgeting all day long, and finally got to Xiaya, he was in a hurry to go to Xuanzhen Lane, but just as he reached Mafu Street, someone strangled his neck from behind, dragged to a secluded place. Before he could react, he was kicked on the back of the waist, he bared his teeth and wanted to shout, but was pressed down again with his mouth covered, a big guy stepped up and sat heavily on him, it was a shame.
"You bastard!" Yishiha slapped him, Xie Yilu struggled, rolled his eyes and glanced back, the one covering his mouth was the dumb Aliu, "Know why we are here!"
Xie Yilu knew, so he was afraid, and looked at them in fear.
"Who gave you the courage to pick the stars in the sky!" Yi Shiha patted his stomach, and suddenly, the internal organs seemed to be scattered, first it hurt, after the pain, it turned hotly.
"Don't dare to look for our duke again," Yi Shihana pointed his nose with a thick finger, "I'll let you know how the Jurchens sacrificed animals!"
He stood up and gestured to Aliu, and Aliu relaxed. As soon as he let go, Xie Yilu said desperately: "I'm about to go, you will spare me now!"
Yishi was stunned, and looked at Aliu in surprise: "You still have to be shameless," he said in annoyance and helplessness, "I don't know what dirty things you did?"
In this matter, Xie Yilu was at fault, his eyes flickered, and he muttered: "I tell you that you don't understand," some words would shock the world, but if he didn't say it, he felt sorry for his heart for Liao Jixiang, " Me and him... we have a relationship!"
Yishiha and Aliu looked at him with their mouths open, as if they didn't understand.
"It's a man falling in love with a woman," Xie Yilu gave them an analogy, "I... I fell in love with him!"
"Who are you calling a woman!" Yi Shiha gave him another slap on the head.
This didn't frighten Xie Yilu, but gave him courage: "I don't care if he's a man or a woman, I've just fallen in love with him." Having said that, he simply went all out, "I'm hopeless. Alright, let's figure it out!"
With a "bang", the back door of a house not far away was knocked open from the inside, and an old man rushed out with a net towel crooked, blood on his face and trousers, running towards this direction and shouting: "Killer! "
Yishiha and Aliu drew their knives habitually, and at the same time pulled Xie Yilu up to block him. The one who chased the old man came out was a black man holding a machete. He looked dressed like a domestic slave doing rough work.
"What's going on!" Yi Shiha roared, the servant saw him, stopped slowly, turned and ran away.
The old man was panting, unable to run any longer, and knelt down by the wall, wiped the bloody sweat from his face, beat his chest and stamped his feet: "The house slaves have banded together to rebel, the city of Nanjing is about to fall into chaos!"
Xie Yilu pushed Aliu away and wanted to go there, but was grabbed by Yishiha: "Go home quickly, lock the door, and don't go anywhere."
Xie Yilu understood what he meant, and before leaving, he grabbed him with his backhand: "Tell him for me..." He didn't know what to say, so he finally confessed softly, "Tell him... I miss him."
This kind of words made the speaker blush, Yi Shiha looked at him with a shy and blaming look, and after a while, he patted his shoulder, agreeing.
Watching Xie Yilu go away, Aliu let out an "ah" and hurriedly pointed at Yishi Ha: "That guy won't inform the supervisor of our black status, will he?"
Without even thinking about it, Yi Shiha blurted out: "He's not that kind of person." After finishing speaking, he was stunned, it turned out that he trusted Xie Yilu so much in his heart.
The two strolled back and walked to the main road. Nanjing was still bustling and bustling, and the undercurrent turbulent below could not be seen. After passing the Lantern Temple, two old beggars were talking at the foot of the wall: "Have you heard, build the embankment?" The common people rebelled!"
Yi Shiha stopped and listened.
"...the soldiers, there seem to be thousands of fugitive slaves... the brothel I went to first, the old and the young were ruined!"
Hearing this, Aliu turned around and ran away, and Yi Shiha chased after him two steps: "What are you doing!"
The child ignored him and disappeared into the crowd in a flash.
"One or two are both talking!" Yi Shiha turned around muttering, and just about to take a step, he understood that the kid went to find Xiao Zhuo.
Brothels, big households, and shops are places where the troubled people must visit first. Male prostitutes are the same as prostitutes. They are always the first to suffer in troubled times. Sure enough, Aliu rushed to Xiao Zhuo's place, and the yard was already full of blood. How could prostitutes resist? Well, after obedience, his hands and feet were cut off mercilessly.
Aliu had never hated his throat so much as at this moment. With red eyes, he searched room by room. When he found the small building and warehouse, he heard some movement in the kitchen next to him. He kicked the door in and saw two naked buttocks. The vagrants were dragging people down from the top of the big cabinet, hiding on top was Guo Xiaozhuo, and there was a boy wearing jasmine flowers.
Guo Xiaozhuo held a pair of scissors, cursed, and stabbed down at random. He scolded extremely badly. Aliu Chang had never heard his dirty words at his age. The knife, blood spattered out, the person above the cabinet fell silent, staring at him.
Aliu stretched out his hand towards Guo Xiaozhuo, and smiled innocently, showing his white teeth, even though he was a eunuch and a humble Annan, he was majestic at this moment, shining like gold.
The one who jumped down first was not Guo Xiaozhuo, but the boy wearing jasmine, he fell limply into Aliu's arms, and called his brother sweetly. Aliu only felt that he was soft and tender, and he didn't dare to touch it carelessly, for fear that it would be damaged if he touched it. He was hesitating, and a little bead flower came to him, and Guo Xiaozhuo called him fiercely: "Stinky dumb!"
Aliu didn't know what he was so fierce, so he just smiled at him foolishly. He was so ignorant that countless people knew that he was stupid, but seeing him with other things in his arms made him feel unhappy.
There was a sudden cry outside, as if there were refugees pouring in again, Aliu put the boy down, and left with the blood on the knife, before leaving, he still didn't forget to close the kitchen door.
Guo Xiaozhuo pricked up his ears to listen, first there was roaring outside, and then there were screams, at this time the boy wearing flowers thought about it, and wanted to climb up the cabinet again, Guo Xiaozhuo picked up his little scissors and put a sharp knife Jian pointed at him, and said blankly: "You don't have eyes, and you don't even look at whose plate the meat is on!"
He refused to let him go in, the boy begged, and when he was entangled, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Aliu came back, with a foul smell of blood. He took off his clothes before entering the door, rolled up the bloody clothes and put them in the corner of the wall. He wore clean white clothes and stood in front of Guo Xiaozhuo with his head drooped. He was afraid that he would think that his hands were stained with blood. Said irritably: "What are you doing standing there, grandpa is going to starve to death!"
Hearing his words, Aliu didn't lift his head, and immediately dragged a large table from the wall, jumped on it, and carried him off the top of the cabinet like a cat, without letting his feet touch the ground, and directly carried him on his shoulders .
"Brother!" Qi Qi, the boy wearing jasmine, called him. Aliu thought he was Guo Xiaozhuo's brother and wanted to control him, but Guo Xiaozhuo choked, "You only have two arms, hug him or me!"
To hug you, of course to hug you, Ah Liu said carefully, not daring to delay any longer, and carried the person out.
A little clumsy who is used to sitting in a good sedan chair and wearing gold and jade, is now being carried on the shoulders of a black poor boy, like a trophy, walking through the streets of Jinling, big and small, playing with his long hair with both hands, Blowing the wind with the fragrance of flowers in early summer, she accidentally smiled, the kind of smile an actor shouldn't have.
The steamed buns were made little by little, and the market was also a little bit chaotic. By the third day when the refugees made trouble, the streets and alleys were already filled with murderous spirits. Xie Yilu was going to go to the yamen early in the morning. Tian Bian said to him while collecting the bowls and chopsticks: "You are stupid, no one else will go, if you go, how can I be a high-ranking official for you?"
"The more it is at this time, the more people need to be in charge." Xie Yilu said old-fashionedly.
"Oh, it's your turn to take care of it," Datian sneered, "You take care of the food money at home first, and then," he shook the rag, "Nanjing is surrounded by soldiers, and you are afraid of the common people making trouble?"
Xie Yilu didn't dare to tell him that those soldiers didn't have enough food all the year round, so they started making troubles, and they didn't make a fuss right now, they were just waiting and watching: "Once the common people hold the sword, they are no longer common people."
Speaking of this, someone knocked on the door outside, Datian put down his work to look, and after a while, he shouted in a panic: "Master, sir, it's a high official, a high official!"
Xie Yilu hurried out and went to the yard to see that it was not some high-ranking official, but Meazza in a bullfight suit. He brought a dozen people with him, all of them armed with knives. Seeing Xie Yilu, he smiled slowly .
Xie Yilu invited him into the house, served him tea, and was surprised that he also had a bullfighting uniform. Since he was worth so much, how could he be willing to help Liao Jixiang? What's even more strange, why did he bother to look for the bullfighting uniform bestowed by the Holy One? Own
Meazza deliberately wore it for him to see. Xie Yilu is knowledgeable, but he is not. Xie Yilu has Liao Jixiang's favoritism, but he does not. He only has this poor power to show off: "Master Xie, Mei Something abrupt."
"Where is there?" To be honest, Xie Yilu was a little afraid of him, and he was overwhelmed by his momentum that day at the horse crane, "Master Mei came to the humble house, and the officials were far away from welcoming him."
Xie Yilu usually couldn't say such a fake scene, Mea looked at him, and suddenly said: "I heard someone tell you what you mean to my Dugong."
Xie Yilu was so frightened that he almost knelt down from the chair, lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.
"Is that the case?" Meazza asked condescendingly.
A gentleman seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, Xie Yilu should deny it immediately, but that is not him, what has already been exposed, he is ashamed to be outstretched: "The next official... the next official made a mistake!"
It's not as simple as making a mistake, it's breaking the rules of human ethics! Meazza's eyes widened, he didn't expect him to admit it at all, and the fire in his heart suddenly burst into flames: "Why are you!"
"Ah?" Xie Yilu looked at him in surprise, this Mrs. Mei could blame him and humiliate him with righteous words, but the words "why" sounded like a rivalry in love, "Next Officer... just rely on one heart."
"Ha," Meazza sneered and waved his hand, "Come on, come on, what skills do you have, let me see."
Xie Yilu was puzzled.
"Go and follow up with the soldiers above," Meazza finally turned his head and looked at him straight in the eye, "destroy this gang of rioters."