Xie Yilu bent over Liao Jixiang, brushed his hair and looked at the wound on his neck: "Okay, it's all scabbed over."
Liao Jixiang couldn't see himself, so he stared nervously at Xie Yilu: "Let me see in the mirror."
"Don't look at it," Xie Yilu rubbed the tip of his nose against his, "I think everything on you looks good."
The corners of Liao Jixiang's eyes were red, and he smiled shyly: "Nonsense!" He turned over, trying to straddle Xie Yilu, stretched his legs, and snorted in pain.
"What's wrong?" Xie Yilu lifted the quilt to see, but Liao Jixiang hurriedly held him down, because of the pain between his legs, he peed there.
He was a little embarrassed, naked, and reached out to touch his head, and the place was swollen: "It's all your fault," he pushed Xie Yilu angrily, "I won't let you rub it, you must rub it!"
"What..." Xie Yilu didn't know what to do, lifted the corner of the quilt, and touched the piece of soft flesh along his hand, "Oh," he looked at him distressedly, "it's very swollen."
"What should I do?" Liao Jixiang panicked, panicked and ashamed, "This kind of place is broken, what do you think about the doctor..."
"Come on, let me have a look," Xie Yilu got him out of the quilt, spread his thighs to both sides, and buried his head down to take a closer look. Liao Jixiang was blushing, staring at the bed frame, and his two gleaming legs were in his peripheral vision. , just when he was ashamed and angry, Xie Yilu actually put his nose very close and sniffed it openly.
"What are you doing!" Liao Jixiang slapped him on the shoulder twice, Xie Yilu immediately shrank his head: "I, I smell if there is a strange smell..."
"What a strange smell, you are the only one who smells strange!" Liao Jixiang covered his lower body and complained angrily, "I like to rub that place, what's there to do?" He felt wronged, and said the wrong thing when he felt wronged, " If you like women, go out and find them!"
Xie Yilu became a little angry: "Yangchun, you lost your temper again."
"The eunuch is like this," Liao Jixiang was very tough, even willful, "I'm swollen, pay back this and that!"
"Obviously you asked me to go up there... How many days have passed, rubbing it every day, can it not be swollen?"
"Is it my fault?" Liao Jixiang confronted him, "Last night, who made me lick endlessly!"
Last night, Xie Yilu did let him stand on the bed, and knelt and licked for a long time: "Okay, let's stop arguing," he put on his shoes and went down to the ground, "I'll fetch water, you wash your ass."
Noisy, the water came, Liao Jixiang couldn't squat down on his left leg, Xie Yilu still had to hug him and wash him, he was very careful, he washed the front, back, inside and outside, Liao Jixiang softened now, and pillowed on his neck Quietly in the nest, he held his wet back with his hands down: "You didn't rub it, okay?"
"Ah." Xie Yilu looked indifferent.
Liao Jixiang wanted to be subdued, but didn't know how to do it, so he whispered, "Wait, you can do whatever you want..."
Xie Yilu turned his head and kissed him on the face, and wiped it off with a towel: "You are my ancestor!" He threw his coat to him, "Don't wear pants these two days, I'm going out if I have something to do. "
Liao Jixiang just wore a robe and got out of bed with bare buttocks. As soon as he got off the ground, someone outside smashed the courtyard door, and the old concierge ran to open it. Eunuch, come out!"
Xie Yilu ran up, blocking them beyond his capacity: "It's a big deal, let's talk about it!"
The leading officer was reasonable, so he just kicked him: "These two days, there was a crazy eunuch running naked in the alley. Is there a eunuch in your family?"
"Yes, yes," Xie Yilu kept them away from the main room, "it's not crazy..."
They pushed him down and stepped on him with dirty boots: "We don't wrong people, the crazy eunuch has a scar on his left buttock stabbed by a knife, you let him come out and have a look."
look at ass? Xie Yilu shook his head and disagreed.
"Heh!" The officials laughed loudly, "If he doesn't come out, let's go in and have a look!"
"Wait!" Xie Yilu thought for a while, knowing that he couldn't hide, he got up and said, "One of you, I'll take you in to see."
This group of people obviously didn't come to find fault, and they didn't care to look at a eunuch's broken butt, so they casually pointed to a young man in his early twenties and let him and Xie Yilu enter the house.
Liao Jixiang heard it from inside the room. When the door opened, he stood solemnly by the window. He was dressed in white and his hair was tied loosely. And the tact at the corner of the jaw, but... His slenderness is arrogant, and there is majesty in his tact.
Xie Yilu closed the door, ran to the table to look in the drawer, found only a few hundred dollars, he took the cloth bag and stuffed it into the small official's arms: "You go out, just say you read it," he assured earnestly , "It's really not him."
The little official took a look at the baggage and pushed him away, obviously not looking at the money: "Pants," he pointed to Liao Jixiang, "take off.
"Why..." Xie Yilu wanted to reason with him, but before he could argue, the man glared at him fiercely, "Resist, you two," he shook his fingers between the two, "grab together !"
Xie Yilu was dumbfounded, seeing him walking towards Liao Jixiang, he rushed up, just for a split second, the man grabbed Liao Jixiang's arm and lifted his robe, revealing a section of snow-white calf.
The little official was surprised, surprised that the eunuch didn't wear pants, his face blushed uncontrollably, he held Xie Yilu's hand that was holding his arm: "I don't care what you do with him at night, I just check !"
As he said that, he still wanted to push up. On the other end, Liao Jixiang grabbed the small golden knife for cutting bonsai on the window sill, aimed at his throat, and was about to strike. Xie Yilu saw it and wanted to say "Don't do it". At this time, The gang of officials outside suddenly shouted anxiously: "Xiao Liu! Let's go!"
The little official stared at them angrily, like a couple of dogs and men, and was still shouting outside: "Hurry up!"
Xie Yilu inserted himself between him and Liao Jixiang as if he was protecting some treasure, and pulled down his hand vigorously, muttering while pulling: "I'm calling you, hurry up!"
The little official went out, but Xie Yilu let go of Liao Jixiang, put on his cloak and wanted to leave, Liao Jixiang was a little scared, and quickly stopped him: "What are you doing!"
"I'm going to find Qiu Luan, and if I die, I have to get a famous thorn," Xie Yilu said firmly, "With his famous thorn, we will not be afraid of anyone in Nanjing City!"
"Then you..." Liao Jixiang looked at him painfully, "Aren't you going to be a eunuch again?"
Xie Yilu looked back at him clearly, everything he did was for him: "There is no other way..." He tore off Liao Jixiang's hand and ran out, the gang of officials had already left, and the old concierge was standing at the door Looking outside, the road seemed to be very lively, and he asked casually when passing by, "What's wrong?"
"That's right..." The old concierge stared blankly at the street, "The Weaving Bureau led the battalion, what are they going to catch... Zheng Mi!"
Xie Yilu stopped immediately, the cloak hadn't been fastened yet, his hands loosened and slipped from his shoulders.
Qiu Luan brought an imperial decree to besiege Zheng Mian. They held a stalemate for a day and a night, and made several sporadic moves. The final result was not surprising. Three days later, people saw Tu Yao's head on the Tongji Gate. Look, it doesn't look like a hero.
Notices were posted on several streets in Nanjing one after another. On the second day of February, Zheng Xian was to be executed in front of the Chaotian Palace. Behind a lot of awkward charges was the word "Ling Chi" circled in red.
The eunuch had already been stabbed once when he was cleansing, but the Lord Long Live was very sympathetic and refused to allow him to be stabbed a second time, so there were two kinds of punishments: chopping alive and skinning. Da Dang liked the first one, which was said to be better than skinning.
It was a sunny day, and half of Nanjing City was empty. People studying and farming all crowded into Chaotian Palace. Xie Yilu didn't want to go at first, but Liao Jixiang sat by the window and said sadly: Die, there is no one to send him off."
They just left, carrying a small bottle of bad wine, Xie Yilu thought about it, and felt that Zheng Mi was very pitiful, when Qiu Luan showed him the imperial decree with the red seal, he might not even recognize those words .
It's like cutting leeks, one crop is cut off, and the other crop grows. If you want to say which crop is better than the other, I'm afraid it may not be true. Flying camps and dogs all look the same for that little power.
There was a sea of people in front of Chaotian Palace, and from a distance, one could see the high platform where the flag was erected. On the platform was a naked man kneeling with his hands tied behind his back. It was Zheng Mian. Xie Yilu pulled Liao Jixiang forward, the face on the stage was pale and embarrassed, without the makeup and silk, the brilliance remained unchanged, like a spring peach, burning and touching.
Xie Yilu escorted Liao Jixiang to the front, looking up at the high platform, he took out the bottle of wine, only then remembered that he was in a hurry to go out and forgot to bring the bowl.
The executioner saw that they were here to see them off. According to the rules, it must be fulfilled. He led Zheng Mi forward and made him kneel on the side of the high platform, barely seeing below.
Liao Jixiang rolled up his sleeves, clasped his hands, and asked Xie Yilu to pour wine into it. When it was full, he held it up to the stage as much as he could, but a lot was missed. Zheng Mi stared blankly, eyes full of shock .
"What are you doing here!" He muttered softly, Liao Jixiang held up his hands again, and asked Xie Yilu to fall down again, Xie Yilu was stunned, a little dazed, he was surprised, it turned out that Zheng Mi knew that Liao Jixiang was in Nanjing.
Those hands were as white as snow, dripping with wine, glistening wet, holding the wine carefully to Zheng Mi, bit by bit, just enough to touch his dry lips, and then drained.
Zheng Xie kept staring at Liao Jixiang, only to see Xie Yilu when he came back to his senses, his eyes immediately became surly, and in an instant he changed from a prisoner waiting to die back to the original big peng who was aloof, and Xie Yilu said: "Dog!" thing!"
There was a lot of fluctuation in the crowd, the executioner started to pull him back, Zheng Mi refused to back away, twisted, his cheeks and eyes turned red, and asked Xie Yilu sadly: "Why do you..." He roared, " Why do you have him!"
The executioner dragged him down, and he rolled over and got up again, losing even the last bit of dignity, and turned to look at Liao Jixiang, envious and jealous: "Why are you..." He has nothing to rely on , desperately, as if about to cry, "Why is there a Xie Yilu?"
"It's time!" The executioner dragged him back like a dog, and the prisoner dropped the sign. Liao Jixiang turned around immediately, tightly clutching Xie Yilu's hand, and the crowd erupted, all showing crazy expressions. Many people held up a coin, which was to buy sliced meat from the executioner.
People were rushing forward, but they were the only ones pushing back. Occasionally, one or two people would spit at them, looking down on eunuchs and eunuchs. Suddenly, Zheng Mian's screams sounded from behind, like fine silk being split from the middle. Open, piercingly piercing.
Three thousand three hundred and fifty-seven dollars. Qiu Luan really ruled Nanjing.
Liao Jixiang almost escaped from Chaotian Palace. He used to be too close to Ling Chi. There were several times when he was within a hair's breadth. Xie Yilu supported him and walked outside Xi'an Gate. A hole was being dug at the bottom, and a few people nearby were tying ropes to the stele. The stele had just been erected not long ago, and it was about to be pulled down and buried.
It was time to turn the corner, but Liao Jixiang stopped: "There is no vinegar at home," he walked straight forward, "Qingchengda's vinegar is good."
Xie Yilu knew that he was bored and didn't want to go home.
He went with him, passing the Xuanjin Bridge, and heard Wang Liu'er's music from a distance. Looking from under the bridge, she had a dirty face and a big belly, and a tall monk stood beside her. After reading a passage, she stuffed a few pennies into her hands.
"That's..." Xie Yilu wanted to catch up, but was grabbed by Liao Jixiang, a familiar figure from behind, a memory that had become the past.
"What's for dinner?" Liao Jixiang approached him and quietly took his hand.
"Anything is fine," Xie Yilu thought for a while, then laughed, "Anyway, whatever you do, you'll be in trouble."
Liao Jixiang immediately retorted: "Obviously you can't pull the wind box well..."
Spring is here, and the children in Suzongjiao are frolicking in the street with their windmills. The days in Nanjing are lazy and twinkling, as if they have never changed. A lover's sleeves: the sound of crowing milk crows, breaking the shaohua, the light rain moistens the embankment sand in the middle of the night, and the fragrance of thousands of families.
Wash the mandarin duck tiles in the painting building, the half-wet swing frame with colorful ropes, feel the red sun on the window screens, and listen to the street selling apricot blossoms!