Si Tian Guan

    "Chongming, how are you?"

    The voice of Baishiyan came from outside the moving carriage. Before Liu Chongming could answer, the swaying curtain was lifted, and Baishiyan a tiger jumped into the car.

    "The amount of alcohol is too bad," Baishiyan said, plugging the porcelain bottle in his hand: "Why haven't you improved for so long?"

    Liu Chongming put the hangover medicine in his mouth: "What are you doing with this? It's too late for me to hide. Go and make the car go slower."

    Baishiyan leaned out to give a few words, then retracted and sat opposite him.

    "Have you heard? The people who dealt with the rioters in Los Angeles came back and said that this spring there were frequent bandit activities, looting a lot of places one after another, and there were several murder cases. As a result, the people who were sent to suppress the bandits not only failed to catch a few bandits, but also charged an extra rent, which caused chaos."

    Liu Chongming held his forehead, opened his eyes, still feeling a little dizzy, and closed his eyes to take his words.

    "General Feng who dealt with the chaos belonged to King Qi, and it was King Ning who suppressed the bandits in the spring. Now that the bandits have caused chaos, King Qi will definitely not miss this opportunity. It's really not too tiring, and you're doing it like this again?"

    "Isn't it," Baishi Yanle said: "King Qi doesn't have to come forward this time, there are people in the court who impeach King Ning. I guess it is Jiang Xingzhi's idea again. King Qi originally I don't have any brains, it's about to become a persimmon in Jiang Xingzhi's hand, I can squeeze it as I want."

    "Speak a little bit more."

    "No one else, why are you nervous. King Ning is the direct prince, closest to that position, and he has performed well during this period of time. In fact, it's a touch of mold."

    "It's not necessarily bad luck. King Ning made a lot of moves before, and he dared to use Si Tianguan to suppress King Huai. What if the emperor wanted to turn this old account over? Calling and calling, let's just watch the fun."

    Liu Chongming had a headache and didn't want to talk more. Now that his sister is not pregnant, these muddy waters can't disturb their family. It is good to maintain the current situation.

    What's more, his brother's affairs are not yet clear, he has no energy to think about other things.

    Baishiyan helped him close the curtain and sat quietly for a while.

    After the sun goes down, the air is refreshing and makes people more awake.

    "Say something else, how is that little monster in your house?" Baishiyan didn't think much at first, but after his friend woke him up, he also felt that there was indeed So something is wrong.

    Especially a few years ago he saw the little monster once. At that time, the little monster shrank into a ball and didn't even dare to lift its head. How could he have the courage to smash someone with a teapot.

    "What 'my family'? I don't want it," Liu Chongming saw what he was thinking and frowned, "You didn't see Du Quan returning it to him." He has a slave ring and can't take it off. It doesn't matter if someone kills him, but as long as there is still a breath, it's his."

     "Tsk tsk, this profiteer, is it possible that he really intends to sell it to you and make a fortune on you?"

      Give it to me, and give it to me for nothing, and I naturally want to make the best use of it."

    "How to make the best use of everything?" Bai Shiyan couldn't help laughing: "I have a good suggestion for you, when you see the little monster covering the scar, those eyes are really charming Amorous, I think she will be a beauty when she grows up. Whoever sent him, you do it first..."

    Liu Chongming threw the sober bottle in his hand towards him.

    Baishiyan raised his hand to catch it, and knew that his friend couldn't stand the agitation at this point, everything was calm and calm, and the matter of Fengyue was so high that he couldn't even mention it.

    In front of people, it is natural to give Liu Zongming face, but in private he likes to make fun of it the most, and even really intends to take people to go for a few laps in the merry field. Anyway, Liu Er’s name is not without Feng Yuechang .

    But Liu Chongming has always been grateful to Bumin, and he has repeatedly turned into anger under his jokes. Thinking of this, Baishiyan can't help but laugh to the point of internal injury.

    "Okay, Liu Shizi is elegant and unparalleled, no ordinary flowers and grasses are enough, I don't know what immortals will accept you in the future." After being kept in captivity by you for so many days, are you dead or alive?"

    Liu Chongming's head started to hurt again.

    In the past few days, he has made various deductions and assumptions on many puzzles, but no matter which direction he goes, he will end up in a dead end, and it doesn't make sense.

    "Go down and walk."

    It was not far from the side door of the other courtyard. He lifted the curtain of the car and went down. He stumbled when his feet landed, and then Bai Shiyan, who jumped down, helped him.

    "You're also a businessman. Look at how many of them don't have a sidekick. They can stop you when you drink. You can't drink enough.

    Liu Chongming didn't talk to him about this, and stood against the wall for a while.

    Only his own shadow swings and hovers under his feet.

    If there is one person who can make him say a few more words, it is only the cousin who grew up with him.

    He waved his hand and let his entourage go first, pacing slowly with Baishiyan in the flickering alley.

    "Shi Yan," he looked at the shadow circling under his footsteps and asked softly, "Do you believe in witchcraft?"

    "It's hard to say, I'm not as unrestricted as you, and I still believe in some things, why do you suddenly bring this up?" Bai Shiyan thought about their previous topic and asked: "It has something to do with that little monster. ?"

    After all, not everyone has such a pair of weird eyes.

    Liu Chongming did not deny: "I am afraid that someone is behind him and wants to reach out to me."

    It wasn't like this before.

    Since he has cleaned up and down the courtyard several times, there is no idle person who can be placed in and reveal his every move.

    But this time, he couldn't do anything, and he didn't even know where to break free to escape this feeling of being shrouded in nothingness and fear.

    "You suspect that someone borrowed him to perform witchcraft on you? What happened?"

    "I... dreamed of him again."

    It was not a terrifying dream, but a very warm one.

    In the dream, he and another person were sitting under the corridor of Jinxi Academy.

    The man had a food box on his knees. The food box contained the lotus root box that my aunt was best at. He was lowering his head and eating in small bites. People want to get a grip.

    He couldn't take his eyes off for a while, and couldn't help but slowly raise his eyes from those hands.

    The soft sunlight in the afternoon shone on the man's side face, covering the drooping sideburns and slender eyelashes with a charming golden layer. It was pink, like a ripe peach.

    There are a few ugly scars that cut this pink tender to pieces.

    His fingers stroked up involuntarily: "Does it still hurt?"

    The teenager froze under his touch, and slowly raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes covered with a layer of pitiful mist.

    It's that pair of demon pupils again!

    Liu Chongming woke up in sweat with a splitting headache.

    Thinking of that dream, he felt as if something was approaching him step by step, pulling him into a terrifying unknown.

    He couldn't step back, and he couldn't face it.

    "Shi Yan, I went to see him a few days ago, and there are more doubts about him than I thought."

    Baishiyan listened quietly and waited for the following.

    "I had someone put water, porridge and snacks at the head of the bed. He drank a glass of water and ate half a bowl of porridge. There was no stain on the teacup. Afterwards, everything is properly placed." Liu Chongming raised his eyes and looked at his friend: "His upbringing is not something that a slave can do."

    Baishiyan's heart tightened: "Who is it?"

    Liu Chongming did not answer this question, and continued: "His breathing is not heavy, he can endure more than I thought, and he can quickly calm down in a panic, definitely not trapped in Qisheng I haven't seen anyone in the building. When I handed him tea, that's how he took it."

    Baishiyan was horrified when he saw him raise his hands, put his four fingers together, his middle fingertips were facing each other, and his thumb stood up: "Has a grade?!"

    "It's more than a rank, and it's not low," Liu Chongming suppressed the surprise and fear in his heart: "When he was sitting on the chair, he deliberately changed his habitual posture... But you can see it if you look closely. , that is the sitting posture in the palace."

    "In the palace..." Baishiyan was shocked: "Could it be the emperor..."

    Liu Chongming made a silent gesture to him, and shook his head in confusion.

      Your Majesty can understand. And…”

    He smiled wryly: "If it wasn't for me being troublesome, he was either killed by Du Quan or killed by Pan He, how could he still have a life to mix with me? Sending people out as a meticulous work, Wouldn't it be too ridiculous? Besides, who is so small among the people of high rank in the court? How could they fall into slavery?"

    Baishiyan was also confused by these contradictions: "Then what is the result of your consideration?"

    "No result." Liu Chongming helpless: "Everything doesn't make sense."

    In addition to these, there are many things he has not figured out. The kid would admit to seeing him in the woodshed and on the street, why wouldn't he say anything about the future?

    Is there anything they can't say?

    But after such cross-examination, he really believed Du Quan's words - this child can't lie, otherwise why would he prefer to keep his mouth shut and not know what to make up?

    Who would send such a person out to do undercover work, fool?

    Baishiyan was preconceived and didn't question this statement, so he gave him an idea: "Didn't you say he can't lie? Ask him directly! I don't like you being so crooked. intestines."

    Liu Chongming looked at him hopelessly: "It's good if he is willing to speak, he is like a mute, what can he ask?"

    "Tsk tsk, don't you have a lot of ways to make people talk? Do you want me to teach you?"

    "On his body, if he is not careful, he will die, where can I ask." Liu Chongming felt that he might have drank a bit too much tonight, otherwise he would not be able to suppress it when he mentioned it. Hold your temper.

    It's been a long time since he encountered such a difficult problem.

    "Would you like me?"

    "No," Liu Chongming refused, perhaps because he was too close to that person in his dream, he didn't want others to touch the child: "No hurry, other people are in my hands, slow down. Wait a minute, I've asked Fang Wuyang to come over and check his details."

    "Fang Wuyang, tsk tsk... I thought this person had drowned in Wenrou Township," Bai Shiyan laughed and reminded him: "It's okay to observe slowly, but you can be careful that the little monster runs away, He ran in Qisheng Building more than once or twice."

    "If someone really instructed him, how could he be willing to run away easily. And I didn't do anything to him, but if he ran, he would be turned back to Qisheng Building, and he would suffer even more at that time. You Don't worry, I think he is a smart man, and he will never do such a stupid thing, toasting, not eating, and drinking..."

    Before he finished speaking, Baishiyan suddenly raised his right hand, and there was a muffled groan in the darkness not far away.

    With the sound of tiles, someone rolled down the eaves all the way, and was caught in his arms by Liu Zhongming conditioned reflex.