Si Tian Guan

    The iron lock was rusted, and the key made a sour sound. After a while, the iron door was pushed open.

    The young jailer hunched over, holding a lantern in front of him, leading people to the end of the darkness, lighting a few oil lamps on the wall, and then quietly exiting.

    Liao Guangming stood outside the wooden fence with his hands behind his back, his face hidden in the shadows, and he said nothing.

    The man inside was crawling on the dirty haystack, and when he heard his footsteps, he only trembled, but did not raise his head.

    This silence is like a confrontation and a silent escape.

    "Panhe."

    Liao Guangming's voice added a lot of fatigue. He didn't know why things became the way they are now, and he didn't know when it started to change.

    He has been by the emperor's side for a long time, and he can guess the emperor's thoughts from every detail, so he has long known that the emperor is a little tired, maybe since the emperor let him and Bo Yan fight openly and secretly, he should be vigilant stand up.

    The emperor gradually felt that he was no longer indispensable.

    So when Pan He handed it over to him, he knew that this was his best chance and a test given by the emperor.

    What he did not expect was that the emperor not only did not reveal more information to him, but also carefully selected a difficult opponent for him.

    Next, everything seems to be a mess.

    Pan He's mouth was too tight to pry, he had not had time to guess what was the matter of life and death, Liu Chongming approached step by step, asking him for someone, and taking Minke's case.

    The emperor has not been entrusted with important tasks for a while.

    Bo Yan's attack was not heard until father-in-law Yu finished asking that sentence, and at that time, there were countless people who heard and even claimed to have seen it with their own eyes.

    He hurried to find Bo Yan, but the other party only generously told him not to worry about it - I believe in junior brother.

    But he knew that if it wasn't for Bo Yan, how could the emperor know what kind of martial art the palm left on Bo Yan's body, and how could he be too lazy to defend himself? listen.

      The last chance.

    "Panhe."

    He barked again, seeing the man in the bloodstain move slightly, and sneered: "I never thought that leaving you with a dog's life would have some value in the end."

    "I wish you..." He thought for a while, and said softly, mockingly, "I can stay in his hands for a longer time."

    In fact, he wanted to say something to Liu Chongming, or he really wanted to see how the smug Liu Chongming returned home.

    Like he used to be.

    When I got to the ground again, the night wind became cooler, which was completely different from the dry air when I went down.

    Liao Guangming pulled the reins and turned around in place for a few times, smelling the more and more humid smell in the air, and his heart was suddenly blocked.

    "Some people have a good life."

    The heavy rain in the south last year seems to have advanced the amount of this year in advance. Since the heavy snow in the New Year, there has never been a drop of rain.

    The people prayed for a good year of snow and snow, but they waited for the spring drought.

    In February and March, I was used to it, and I was calm and grumbling. In April and May, it was still hot and dry, and there were not a few people panicking, and the fields were even more sad.

    The emperor also asked people to pray for rain several times, but God seemed to be drowsy and did not hear the prayers of the people.

    Until the Taishi Bureau, Si Chenjiang Xingzhi submitted a request for rain, with beautiful words, sincere and sincere, and crying blood for the people of Li and the people.

    The emperor was very shocked when he read it, and when he asked Jiang Sichen, he realized that it was made by the former Rong Tanhua in prison, and asked Linghe to transfer it to Jiang Sichen.

    Xu Shi remembered the calmness and calmness of the young people in the Golden Temple back then, as well as the flying literary talent of the wonderful brushwork, the emperor read the Qiu Yu Fu several times, and it was passed down, and Rong Jiu'an's The handwriting was burned on the altar.

    That night, the rain poured down, and this year, it was the first rain.

    Liu Chongming held an oil-paper umbrella and stepped on the water-filled stone road, his boots were mostly wet, and he found the person by the lotus pond.

    "Watch out for a cold."

    He covered the umbrella and watched Qu Chenzhou's feet soaking in the water, rippling dishonestly.

    "It's not cold." Qu Chenzhou pushed open the umbrella and caught the rain with the palm of his hand: "It's been raining thoroughly a few days ago, but now it's just a drizzle."

    It's really just a drizzle, just fine water droplets on the hair, the little fox that shone in the sun turned into a wet, fluffy ball, a little dumb.

    Liu Chongming saw that pair of white, narrow and thin feet swaying up and down in the water, kicking the water uneasy, he couldn't help laughing - he learned so quickly, the set of elegant and elegant rules when he first met Where did it go.

    "No drizzle. Sitting here, my clothes are soaking wet."

    He threw away his umbrella, picked up the man from the shore without any reason, carried it on his shoulders and walked back.

    "This is Bai's house." Qu Chenzhou grabbed the clothes on his back, couldn't struggle, and protested in a low voice.

    "Thanks to you, I'm also half of the Bai family, carrying my own daughter-in-law, what's wrong?"

    Qu Chenzhou bent his knees and pushed his chest: "nonsense."

    Qu Chenzhou didn't dare to kick anyone again, just stared at the clothes soaked with water vapor in front of his nose, and said bitterly: "The prince was not like this before."

    "The former prince was lost by you."

    Liu Chongming ordered hot water in the morning, and walked quickly all the way, pushing the wet person in.

    The candle at the back of the inner room was swept up by the wind from the clothes, and the shadow cast on the screen was also swaying. He saw the thin wrist stretched out and hung the coat on the wooden end superior.

    "Your son is not busy today?" The person inside could not see his patient gaze, and asked unhurriedly.

    "Busy," he stared at the shadow on the screen, and another piece of clothing shook off. This voice made his mouth dry, and he felt that the little fox was deliberately playing tricks on him: "I'm busy being scolded."

    Qu Chenzhou sneered, listening to the sound like stirring the water, muttering "so hot", and the figure sank into the wooden barrel.

    "It seems that the emperor is still reluctant to let his son leave Dali Temple."

      Here, Ling He doesn't deal with me, and now they are about to be promoted to Shaoqing, what am I still doing, humiliating myself?"

    "With Ling He's ability and Lin Xiang's appreciation, it's long overdue for a promotion, but it just wasn't a good time."

    Liu Chongming agrees with this statement: "I just didn't expect that Linghe would agree to intervene here."

    This is Qu Chenzhou's idea, after all, he has no friendship with Rong Jiu'an, and Rong Jiu'an's request for rain was passed on from him, always thinking of being weird.

    More importantly, they can't let people know that Rong Jiu'an is from their side.

    Jiang Xingzhi, who is in the Taishi Bureau, and Ling He, who are like siblings, are the best candidates.

    When he first went to Ling He, he thought that the other party would refuse and stay away from these disgusting shortcuts, but Ling He agreed without hesitation.

    From then on, everything will take its course.

    After a heavy rain, people have been pardoned, Rong Jiu'an is only one step away from the Hanlin Academy, Ling He was promoted to the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and because of Jiang Xingzhi's credit, the Taishi Bureau for the first time He raised his eyebrows once in front of Si Tianguan.

    Liu Chongming even knew that under the introduction of Jiang Xingzhi, Rong Jiu'an and Ling He met with King Ning in private as a gesture of gratitude.

    This game seems to be a happy one, at the price of the clear name accumulated for several years.

    It was only then that he could see clearly that Ling He didn't care about Shaoqing, he just wanted to advance and retreat with Rong Jiu'an.

    The screen was silent for a moment before asking, "What did Mr. Lin say?"

    Lin relative to Ling Rong and both of them are quite appreciative and supportive. Now seeing the two of them behaving like this, it is not easy to attack in front of the emperor, but they refuse to see anyone.

    "I was so angry that Ling He knelt outside the door for two days without seeing anyone. In the end, my father went to intercede. I don't know what to do next."

      What about the prince?"

    "Me," Liu Chongming laughed: "What do you think?"

      scolded badly.

    "What about the emperor's attitude?"

    "The attitude is...let me hurry back to Dali Temple and stay there, and then let my father give me a slap in the face."

    In fact, although the emperor said it fiercely, it was only a sound of thunder and rain, and if you really want to decide where to put him, I am afraid it depends on the result of Pan He's side.

    Liao Guangming couldn't wipe his face, but he had let his deputy come into frequent contact with him.

    Pan He is important, but it took time and manpower to clean up the mass graves.

      Think bad.

    In any case, everything is moving forward in an orderly manner as Qu Chenzhou expected, but it is not a good thing to be scolded back and forth.

    "Did you take off your pants and fight? When will you fight, don't forget to ask me to come and take a look..."

    Qu Chenzhou hadn't finished laughing when the screen was kicked down by someone, he was so frightened that he didn't react, he froze beside the tub, watching Liu Chongming stepping on the screen and walking towards him .

    Before he could react to sinking under the water, he was forked under his arm and fixed to the side of the barrel.

    "Sir..." He smiled stiffly: "If you have something to say... say it well."

    "Why don't you talk about it?" Liu Chongming held his arm to prevent him from escaping: "Want to know how to fight?"

    Qu Chenzhou felt the eyes on his head swept behind him, but he couldn't move, so he could only soften first, and asked with a smirk, "Sir, do you want to wash together?"

    In the past, Liu Chongming was afraid that he would be too ashamed to know what to do, but now he knows that once he retreats, the little fox will pursue the victory.

    "Okay."

    He was going to untie his belt, but he was not prepared for Qu Chenzhou's hands to be free, he copied it, and a spoonful of water splashed on his face, he was going to run.

    "Run," he asked with a smile: "Why didn't you run?"

    In his arms, Qu Shenzhou couldn't even stretch his legs and feet, he could only shrink like a quail wet by the rain, his black hair was separated by the water on both sides, showing him the soft little back of his neck. Nest, carrying water color.

    There is no way to fight back, let him ask.

    "Sir..." Qu Chenzhou calmly negotiated with him: "It's okay..."

    "Agreed?" He knew what the little fox was talking about, but pretended not to know, kneaded the person under the water, and said, "I agreed to marry you? Remember, you won't default."

    The lost little fox retracted into the hole, stuck his head out after a while, and licked him as if begging for mercy: "Chongming..."

    Liu Chongming almost lost his armor and disarmed at this sound.

    Qu Chenzhou half-squinted his eyes, as if about to melt into his hands, his eyebrows were curved, he leaned his head back, rested his head in his shoulder, and asked him with a breath, "Do you want a bridal chamber? ?"

    Liu Chongming felt that he might not be able to become Liu Xiahui.

    He desires more than anyone else, but he would rather treat the little fox as a carrot hanging in front of him, and would rather salivate and do his best for this deadly carrot.

    The longer it lasts, the sweeter it will be.

    He was willing to wait for that day.

    "Think beautifully," he twitched the little fox's chin with **** and lowered his head: "However, you can give some sweetness first."

    The lips and teeth are the rain.

    They went underwater together.

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