Chapter 110: Into the Cold Moon

The capital was raining for several days, the sky was gloomy gray, and dark clouds rolled over the sky. In the drizzle, Shen Xuan stepped out of the Palace of Heavenly Purity. When Shen asked, he raised his umbrella. As soon as he walked down the palace road, he saw an old man standing on the edge of the door pier with sleeves waiting for him. It was Zhang Zhao, the first assistant, and Shen Min raised his eyebrows, and then slowly passed. Seeing him coming from a distance, the old man smiled and stepped forward to salute. Now Shen Zhi's power is as high as the sky, and even Cabinet Yuan Fu has to bow his head when he sees him.
Shen Ye didn't stand and accept the gift, took a hand, and said, "How is Yuan Fu here?"
"The factory minister was busy. He didn't come to the West Chaofang today to listen. The old minister came to see him." Zhang Zhao took the umbrella in the hands of Shen Wenxing and personally supported Shen Kun. The two walked side by side on the middle road. It landed on the umbrella and crackled.
In the past, he intervened in politics. These sour Confucians were reluctant to run, but today they rushed. Shen Yan didn't have any expression, and just said, "What's the matter for Yuan Fu, let's just talk."
"The Cabinet received a scouting secret report early this morning, and the barbarians have assembled an army outside the customs, and they seem to be heading south. The Ministry of Household Affairs has raised military expenses for nearly two months, and there has not been a significant amount. The factory minister sees ... What should I do? "
Shen glanced at him, there was no temperature in the flow of the eye waves. He squeezed his sleeves and said, "Since Yuan Fu has come to our house, he must have a good heart?"
"The spring drought in the northwest and the floods of the Yellow River require money everywhere, and there are big heads everywhere. Tuntian is abolished and no books are kept. Originally, this military expenditure could still think of ideas from the military fields, but now it is impossible." With a face full of sorrow, "Now the state treasury is stretched out and the east wall is dismantled to make up for the western wall. The taxes collected earlier are spent in an instant. The factory minister, according to the old minister, for today's measures, only tax."
Shen Min glanced, "Where's the tax?"
Zhang Zhao's face fell, saying: "Jiangnan."
Shen Yan stopped and stood still without speaking.
After the rain fell, Zhang Zhao handed the umbrella handle to Shen Ye, leaning down deeply. "Tomorrow morning, the general will take the lead to impose a tax on Jiangnan, and will also ask the factory minister to discuss and help the old minister."
"Yuan Fu, there are seven adults in the cabinet and five are from Jiangnan. The Central Workers of the DPRK, the two gangs of Jiangsu and Zhejiang have taken the lead, not to mention that Jiangxi Lake and Guangxi together are the central half of the North Korea. Yuan Fu, if you want to break, if you want to To impose taxes in Jiangnan, it is against the entire clear stream. "Shen Mingsheng sounded in the rain, colder than rain.
Zhang Zhao smiled and said, "The factory minister was born in Jinling, and he also remembered his old hometown. Would he not want to increase taxes?"
Shen Zheng looked up at the palace road in front of him for a while, and the masonry roadway stretched out, door after door, door after door. There was no end, there was a sense of desolation in the rain curtain for no reason. He handed back the umbrella to Zhang Zhao, and went out alone, and his voice came far away. "Tomorrow, our family will take the lead. You have no choice but to discuss it. The clear stream still needs your control. Don't cause anger and dig the grave yourself. "
Shen Ye returned to the palm print room, and wet clothes were uncomfortable on his body. Shen Wenxing brought clean clothes to replace. In the rainy weather, the house also has a tide smell, as if soaked in a tank of cold water, the actions are sticky, and they can't hold their hands and feet. He sat in a swivel chair and asked Shen Wenxing to wipe his wet hair ends, and the sky was shining through the mullion window on the table, showing a pattern of patterns.
Don't know what Xia Houyi is doing? He held his head and thought, it was raining. The guy was just right, and he told him to take care of himself, but he certainly wouldn't listen, and Jomo chased Galan around the city again. He felt sorry for Xia Houyu. The people at Yunxianlou tried it out and asked nothing. The line of Galan was broken again. He had no chance to help Xia Houyu to collect debts.
I flipped through a few books at random, but I didn't think about it. The words were piled on the paper, and I couldn't read any of them. It's time to think about the way back. He can't let Xia Houyi accompany him to finish the egg. Even if he walks on the tip of the knife, he has to walk past him. But where is the back road? The Manchu fighters hated him and wanted him to die early. Perhaps there is only one way out of Daqi. He has the money to build a treasure ship and take Xia Houyu to Raksha State to become a Raksha ghost.
Shen Wenxing re-tied his hair. He picked up a few penfolds in Zhubi's circle, raised his hand, and accidentally turned over to the secret letter sent by Datongwei's fan. With his eyes stagnating on the words "All are dead, the young girl is 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 Jingli Yamen on duty, but he didn't leave when he came." Shen Wenxing brought a small tray of red paint with a cup of wolfberry rib soup on it, "Daddy, you have some soup warm Warm up. Don't be too tired. See if you just helped you clean your hair. You saw a few white hairs. Your son is distressed. "
"Has gray hair?" Shen Min took a picture of the mirror, but his hair was tied behind him, he couldn't see, "Why don't you pull it for me?"
"The more you pull, the more godfather, it's okay, just a few, don't look at it. After a while, your son instructs the people to chisel some black sesame seeds, and you will make it up as soon as you eat.
Shen Yan frowned heavily, very unhappy. Holding the mirror again for a while, he waved Shen Shenxing's hand and said, "Go and call that fan, I want to ask questions."
Ti rides his feet fast, drinks a cup of soup, and then the child comes. She looks down and knelt down, knelt down, looking very scared. Shen Ye is used to his identity, and cats and dogs give way to him when they see him. He crossed his hands on the straight bridge of his nose, stared down at the people, and asked, "Are all the Bailifangs dead? Is the grandmother still alive?"
Fan Zi paused for a while and replied: "Return to the Governor, when I investigated, I only checked the relatives of Baili Junhou's family and did not pay attention to her nanny."
Shen Yan sneered, "You are getting more and more relaxed in the exams, so you can be transferred to Beijing if this is done? Our family said that they would keep a close eye on her family's possessions, and that would be what cats have kept. Every dog ​​in our family needs to know. When you enter Beijing, you start as a clerk and learn from your colleagues what to do. "
Fan Zi vomited his sins. Shen Chen watched him wipe the sweat on his head, and his legs trembled and got up and went out. Shen Wei frowned slightly, and his heart moved, and he took out a pill from his arms. It was the pill he used to suppress his desire. Shen Ye stopped him and said, "Hey, you dropped something."
Fan Zi stepped back, turned around, and saw Shen Yan standing in the hall, holding a black pill in his hand.
Shen Ye looked at him coldly, "What is this? Could it be a bliss?"
The man rushed to his knees in the tunnel: "The governor has turned aside and is not a humble person. He never dropped anything on the humble person."
Shen Yan stared at him without saying anything. The room was silent for a long while, and the child knelt on the ground, motionless, like a wooden sculpture. Shen Min finally waved his hand. "It was our house that turned the corner, you go."
Fanzi had to understand Tutu, and ran away in small steps. Shen Wenxing looked at the back of the son, and came over to ask, "Why the godfather suspected him?"
Shen Zhen knocked the secret letter on his head. "Although the smallpox is the most contagious, there is no reason why the government died. You have seen anyone who has smallpox and it turned out that the whole family returned to the west? These waste investigations Not careful, I'll try if he is a fine work of Garan. "
"It's the same," Shen Wenxing scratched his head with floating dust. "Everyone knows that someone who can find smallpox to take care of the patient must be carefully isolated. All the clothes used by the patient must be burned. Son is too careless. "
"It wasn't accidental, but it was a disaster," Shen Yan opened a secret letter, stroking the words "all dead, the young girl alone", long-term memory reappeared before the blood, and Aunt Lan fell in front of him. ... He took a deep breath and said, "I went to Datong to investigate with my dear friend, and my family was suddenly curious about how this title hit the girl's head."
Shen Wenxing had a hard time, "How to investigate this? The Dongchang Yemen of Datongwei was only found to be caused by smallpox. It can be seen that even if it was a little bit messy, the evidence was gone."
"Simple," Shen Zheng closed up the secret letter, his eyes hidden in the snow and ice, "planing the coffin, autopsy."
Fanzi came out of the house in the rain, and touched his neck. Cold sweat and cold rain mixed together, and it was no longer clear. He quickly walked into an old alley with his sleeves in his sleeves. Both sides were covered with earthen walls, and the rain dripped down the seams, leaving a light black mark. An old woman stood under the eaves to hide from the rain, and he walked over and narrowed his neck to hide from the rain.
"Everything is done, the governor has no doubts." Fanzi whispered.
The old woman opened her mouth, but it was the man's voice, "Very well, your father will get the bliss he deserves next month."
"I'm on duty in Beijing now. I'm just a little clerk. I'm afraid it won't be of much use." Fanzi said.
"Don't worry, we'll come to you when you're useful." The old woman finished, picked up the broom near the door and drove him, and her voice suddenly became old and feminine, "Go and go, don't yell at my door. Be the door god. "
Fanzi was driven away by her. She entered the door with one hand and the bone joints crunched open. The whole person was a bit taller, and she tore off the mask, exposing a pale face with a knife mark—Jin Naluo.
Before the palace door fell, Shen Shen returned to the house, stepped on the wet twilight, crossed the flower gate, and turned into the deep courtyard. The yard doesn't seem as deserted as before, with lanterns hanging under the dripping water, and flower pots under the door pier. The most important thing is an extra master. When the night is quiet, he can hold him unscrupulously and taste the joy of hoeing tenderness. In the past, I only dared to think about it, like the moon in the horizon, but I couldn't pick it up. I occasionally had a few dreams, and I found a moon in the water to talk about my worries. Now he really holds it in his hands. He feels that his life has been fulfilled, like the old Buddha has proved the Tao, and the suffering and suffering have been rewarded.
There was a light in the room. He knew he was inside, stood outside the door, straightened his coat, and changed his expressionless expression, so he walked into the door. Xia Houzhen was lying at the Eight Immortals table, holding a ruler to draw pictures, wearing Western-style glasses on his face, two strings attached to his ears, and two round glasses attached, one of which could not be funny.
He walked over and saw that Xia Houyi painted the armbands according to the night, the parts were carefully disassembled, and the lines were as thin as hair.
Shen Ye looked bored for a while, sitting in a circle chair and holding his chin to look at him. He looks serious, with a few drops of sweat on the tip of his nose, making him want to lick.
Sitting again for a while, Xia Houzhen painted so intently that he didn't look at him at all. Shen Yan was a little angry, he had so many things, and set aside the time to return, but this ungrateful man was holding his messy drawings and not letting go. He deliberately kicked the pedals, opened the curtain and walked in. Xia Houyan finally turned his eyes and called in surprise: "Master, when are you back?"
The daring lover didn't notice him at all, Shen Yan's eyes became dark. He took off his boots and skirt and lay down on the bed, his face dark and sulking. Xia Houyi also took off his robe and climbed into bed to look at him, "Why not talk?"
Shen Yan closed his eyes and ignored him. Xia Houyi looked at him for a while, then suddenly leaned down, kissed him, and smiled, "Good kiss."
Shen Yan opened a slit in his eyes, and saw that he smiled with big white teeth, and his heart was loose. He pulled his arm, let him lie down, and muttered in his ear: "Let's have dinner later, what shall we do?"
Xia Houyi thought for a while, and said, "Well, let's do two tricks? I kind of want to fight with you again. The last time you played a dark arrow with a shadow, I will definitely not lose this time."
"......" Suddenly felt powerless.
Xia Hou looked at him and asked, "What's wrong? Uncomfortable?"
Shen Zheng rolled over, turned his back to Xia Houyi, and said, "You master, I am dead, ignore me."
Xia Hou slammed him upside down, his forehead was against his forehead, the two of them tangled in breath, and each other could hear each other's warm heartbeat.
"Master, three days, I still feel like I'm dreaming." Xia Houyi whispered.
"What dream?"
"Why does Master Fairy like me?" Xia Hou went to his lips, candlelight flickering in his lips.
He didn't answer. He lowered his eyes to cover the ridiculous smile in his eyes, raised his hand to pull his clothes, and half of his shoulders were exposed. He opened his palms and rubbed the sharp edges of the bones on his shoulders.
Xia Houzheng was still a little stunned. He did not expect that Shen Juan would be playing as soon as he came up. Later, after thinking about it, Shen Juan said that "do something" originally meant this. But he didn't dare to tow Shen Ye's clothes. Shen Ye was a flower-like figure. He is one of his gods and should be worshipped on the stage. Kissing is the biggest defilement.
Shen Ye didn't care about this. Since it was in the palm of his hand, don't try to escape again. His cold fingers swept down the collarbone, with a sense of coldness, but there was a blazing flame at his fingertips. Xia Houyu drew frequently, almost unable to hold back, the whole portrait was thrown on the fire and roasted. The finger rested on his stiff chest, sketching the scars on his chest that were already scarred, then opened the palm of his hand, held his chest in the palm of his hand, and his heartbeat was gathered in Shen Yun's palm.
"Shu Tan?" Shen Min looked down at him.
Xia Houyi panted heavily in Shen Yan's ears, "Master, men should not touch the chest."
"Where do you touch it?"