~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The Qing Dynasty royal family has always been very strict with the management of eunuchs. Among the many rules, there is a death order that absolutely does not allow eunuchs to buy houses outside the palace. This aspect is to ensure the safety and convenience of the people in Miyagi. The control of the banned army guards, on the other hand, is also to prevent the eunuchs who are living in conditional homes from colluding with the ministers of the DPRK.

However, those eunuchs who have status do not always lack silver in their hands. Since they cannot buy a house in a foreign purchase, they have to work hard in the place where they live today. Ever since, in the slum-like area of ​​the 浣衣坊, you can still find more than a dozen very prominent mansions. 5, the eunuchs's small courtyard, calmly stand proudly in the busy and smashing clothes.

The night was already deep. Hongzhu arranged the things in the East Palace, and then resigned to the Queen and the Prince, and led a few eunuchs of the confidant to go to the robes.

Not far from the inner palace, those little eunuchs did not know where to carry them out and lifted the bamboo sedan, asked him to sit up.

In the inner palace, Hong Zhu did not have the courage to play, but he could go out of the inner palace. He would not refuse this kind of enjoyment. Just sitting on the rickety bamboo sedan tonight, his face is not so good-looking, and some of the glaring little red dragonflies shivered in the cold wind, and his mood was a bit bleak.

He forcibly removed the horror and uneasiness in his eyes, and said a few words to the little eunuchs around him, and snorted a few times, so that they must have the two waiting in the East Palace, and the fear in the heart was eliminated by the snoring. Something, this made him feel a little comfortable.

When he entered the small courtyard of his own house, he took a few words and went into the house and sat on the circle chair next to the dragonfly. The style of the circle chair is exactly the same as that of the old **** in the sun outside the light hall. He specifically asked people to do it.

Every time there is an **** who comes to work in the hospital, seeing this circle chair will associate with the relationship between Xiao Honggong and the old eunuch, and be vigilant and respectful.

Hong Zhu was very proud of his own hand, sitting in a chair, holding a pot of hot tea in his left hand and slowly squatting. A 13-year-old little **** bowed down respectfully and took off his shoes. Called hot water to burn his feet.

Feeling the little hands in the tub and licking their feet, Hong Zhu gave birth to a very strange feeling, some satisfied, some proud, and some sad - his family was also the home of the gentry, The few big men of the Jinshi were only the official of the official, which made his later life become the present, if there was such a tragedy - Hong Zhu thought, at his own age, probably should Through the spring, I started to take the official career. 5, every time I think about this, he can not help but stunned, then angry, and then the most sincere gratitude to the small fan outside the palace.

Hong Zhu is not a ungrateful person. The so-called confidant is dead. He always thinks that although there is no such thing in the day, he can have his own heart... or a person. His fingers slowly rubbed against the particles on the surface of the teapot, but his mind was not on this wonderful touch. He thought about the matter of adventurously telling Xiao Fan that he didn’t know what this thing would bring to himself. The scourge... He has been scared, afraid for many days, until Xiao Fan’s return to Beijing, he only feels a little bit guilty, so a terrible thing is left to Xiao Fan’s treatment, maybe he I will get some benefits from it, and I will count on myself, as long as... the incident is not implicated in myself.

Hong Zhu’s fingers suddenly trembled, and his tongue stretched out and he ran his lips because of nervousness. He snorted and said: “Let’s go out, I’m a little lacking, nothing to bother me.”

The 13-year-old little eunuch, taking out the dry rag and wiping the foot for Xiao Honggong, sneered and said: "Grandfather, do you want to call the show to pinch for you?"

Hong Zhu listened to this glimpse, and immediately thought of the soft body of the palace lady and the wet tongue of the fragrant incense. There was a hot stream in the lower abdomen, but it was not able to reach the place where it should go. It was not a slight look, but it was scared. The words were heard by the man in the house, and shyly shouted: "Roll! What the show is awake."

The little **** did not know why his father-in-law was angry, and he was so sad that he left the door and carefully closed the courtyard door and the door. He went to sleep in the side box.

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"Wake up... That's the kind of confidant Gongyi, you really dare to make an idea." Fan Xian came out from the inside and smiled and said: "Look at your little life, it is more comfortable than me, and the courage is getting bigger. Alright."

Hong Zhu said with a sad face: "Don't be shy about me, this courage is really big..." He tried to look at Fan Xian and said with a smile: "Well, wake up the girl, isn't it a man?"

Fan took a jump and whispered: "Deep! This ridiculous words dare to say."

Hong Zhu lost his smile and closed his mouth.

This small courtyard is on the southwest side of the 浣衣坊. The terrain is relatively quiet. Fan Xian has been listening to it since then. There should be no people eavesdropping around. It is safer and more convenient to talk. He is afraid that Hong Zhu is too shocked by that piece. Things, so an opening, first said a few jokes.

He sat at his feet, and the *** inside the house could not map his shadow to the outside from this angle.

Hong Zhu carefully looked around and lowered his voice and said: "Yes, I know that you stayed in the former city today, you guessed it, but... it is not safe, or just go."

Fan nodded and looked at him, whispered: "Confirm?"

Hong Zhu’s face changed immediately, his lips trembled for a long time, and he looked around with a little fear, and nodded after a long while.

"This thing is stuffy in my heart, no one can say it." Although Fan Xian said that Hong Zhu was not stupid, he still worriedly reminded him, frowning and said: "Even if it is gorgeous, don't talk too much... When you sleep, it’s best not to have someone around you... that show is not good.”

Hong Zhu took a cold shower and thought about it. This is too great. Who can control this kind of thing?

In fact, Fan Xian is also somewhat annoyed at this time. How to turn this hot-handed **** into a hitting stone, there are too many things to consider in the middle. He visited Hongzhu this evening, mainly to confirm the matter in person, follow-up arrangements. But it can't be done indiscriminately.

After he was a little silent, he whispered: "No matter what you will do next, but one thing you have to remember, you must first take yourself out of this matter...you can't let anyone detect you and this thing. related."

"This is the first condition." Fan Xian said seriously: "But if there is a possibility that involves you, then it will not move."

Hong Zhu nodded silently. He knew very well that he sold the news to Xiao Fan, and Xiao Fan would definitely use this news, and he would definitely become an important part of the other party's actions - from the very beginning. At that time, he gave his own life to Fan Xian, the kindness of dozens of people in the family, and spelled his own life, and it was nothing. He listened to Fan’s safety to himself. Careful, the heart is moving more and more.

The candlelight in the house was shaken, and the light and shadow were somewhat blurred.

Fan Xian recruited Hong Zhu to his side and whispered something on his ear. Hong Zhu listened to the brighter eyes, but there was still fear and fear in the bright colors. It was only this fear and panic that could not be matched by the future return.

Like the ministers of the DPRK, the eunuchs in the palace naturally want to press the banker in the dark, especially like the big **** who has climbed to a certain class like Hong Zhu.

From a year ago, because of the secret movements of Fan Xi, Hong Zhu had no choice but to press on him, and he was pressed in the palace of Fang Fang.

"You and I are inconvenient to contact now, always find a way." Fan idled some things, frowning said: "Can not pass the middle man, but also some details, I have to go back to good health, before I go back to Jiangnan, we must Goodbye, in the first month, what day can you go out of the palace?"

"Twenty-two." Hong Zhu swallowed a slobber, bowed his head and said: "The maiden does not like the kind of embroidered color of the tribute of the autumn Jiangnan last year. Please order a batch from Dongyi City. This is a profitable trade, Niangniang Give it to me, I can go out that day."

Fan nodded and confirmed the time of the next joint. However, my heart flashed a thought and found that the empress was really a favorite of Hongzhu, the eunuch. He looked at the pimple on Hong bamboo’s forehead and subconsciously went to him. His gaze glanced down and immediately laughed silently. In this gloomy palace, he saw more sullen things, and he couldn’t help but think about going down the road.

However, this is impossible. The inspection of the net into the palace is too strict. On the land of Qingguo, it is impossible to have the story of Wei Xiaobao.

Fan Xian did not dare to stay in the Hongzhuyuan, and finally carefully took a few words and left.

After he left for a long time, Hong Zhu only saved his life, looked at the empty corner, looked at the *** in the room, his heart was confused, the door of the door did not open, how did Xiao Fan’s go? What about it?

"Oh, it’s really a god."

Hong Zhu shot the thigh and secretly admired it. These big stones that have been pressing on his heart these days, I don’t know why, after Fan’s arrival, I suddenly became a lot lighter. Maybe he told the secret of this big one, half of it, maybe It is he who feels like a fairy-like figure like Xiao Fan, who will be able to handle this matter well.

He has a lot of confidence in Fan Xian, and feels that he can finally sleep well today. He easily blows out the ***, takes off his clothes, and drills into a thick quilt, although the quilt is missing. The child’s youthful and beautiful **, Xiao Honggong still feels very happy.

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However, Fan’s confidence in Hong Zhu is not very sufficient.

There are three means to control Hongzhu. On the one hand, he is helping his family to revenge. On the other hand, he gives his brothers of Jiaozhou countless benefits. What is really used to smash Hongzhu is still a love word. This world is different from people. Some people can buy it with money. Some people do not have the slightest resistance in front of the beauty. Fan Fu confirms that Hong Zhu is a very special small eunuch, quite devout. The spirit of Ren Xia, or will not be willing to become a nail in his own hands because of retribution, nor can he occasionally please the Hong eunuch...

However, the character of a person will always change with the environment in which he lives. Now Hong Bamboo is no longer the bitter child who fled in the mountains, nor is it a small **** who is bullied by the palace. He is the East Palace. The **** of the leader, and the Queen’s favorite letter, fell in love with him, and the court’s eunuchs’ courtesy of the palace’s eunuchs—moving the body, raising the gas, and vanity can be sold. Who knows if he will not be banned in the future. The temptation to live in interest, quietly fell to the other side.

No one knows that Hong Zhu is his person, so it is very easy for other factions to accept him. If you are playing, Fan is certainly happy with this state, but if Hong Zhu is really, he has no way.

Fortunately, there is such a secret. Fan Xian is very grateful for this secret, no matter what benefits he can bring to himself in the future, at least this common secret can make Hong Zhu never be able to leave himself, at least until the Princess and the Prince collapse.

Returning to the residence in the front corner of the Imperial City, in the darkness, Fan leisurely confirmed that the small organs set up when he left were not destroyed. It seems that no one is bothering himself in this short time, and sticking his fingers. That black hair, inside, the two sweet sleeping eunuchs wiped something on the nose. Then, I sat down on the bed, took out a bottle of royal wine on the road, and sprinkled a little on the bed. After sitting for a while, I went to sleep.

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Sitting in the carriage, Fan can't help but look back at the thick vermilion wall, and the next step is to go farther away from the palace. He has entered the palace too many times, but every time he enters the palace, he feels like the cool taste of the first time when he visits the empress.

Irrelevant weather, just cool... thin and cool.

He hates this taste in the palace, so he hates to stay in the palace. He is very sympathetic to the emperor who has been locked up in the palace. Similarly, he really does not want to be an emperor. This is not an emotion, but Really.

Posts from a forum in previous generations have described the inhuman suffering of the emperor's profession, so Fan wants to retain his own right to choose his own, which is probably the biggest conflict between him and Chen Pingping.

The waist is wrapped around 100,000, riding down the river, carrying the Son of Heaven, remote control of the world, this day may be good.

In the four masters, it is actually the most pleasant life of Ye Liuyun, but he still needs the silver of the Junshan Club and the innocent service.

Can not be free.

Immersed in the beautiful imagination, Fan took a look at his wife and gently touched the hair on her head, saying, "In a few years, the world is too green."

"A few years?" The nephew touched his lips and said with a smile: "I hope so."

"How is your conversation with your mother?" Lin Biao’s eyes looked at the street scene outside Kyoto, and suddenly he asked this sentence.

Fan Xian gave a slight glimpse and said softly: "Small chat for a while, there is no substantive thing. You looked at the lack of power yesterday, so I fell asleep early, and I didn't stay too much."

"I am sleeping." Lin Biao said calmly: "If I don't sleep, it is not convenient for you to say anything between the two of you."

Fan has been silent for a long time, and he understands that his wife is giving him a chance to negotiate with his mother. One can see if he can compromise. It’s just... the blood in both hands is too much, it’s hard to wash it and then go to the second. Second handshake.

Feeling the silence of the husband next to him, Lin Biao suddenly felt that his spirit was a bit uncomfortable and his body was weak. He said softly: "What can I do?"

Fan is silent and silently takes his wife into his arms, not knowing how to speak.

The nephew did not refuse his arms, and his head leaned gently on his chest. The indifference and despair between the eyebrows disappeared, and the tears began to slide down. Like pearls, they were chained into a line, and they were wet. clothes.

Fan Xian is not thinking about how to do it. It is only a long time ago. He can try to get rid of the ambition of the two emperors, but there is no hope that he can persuade the princess to withdraw from the big stage of the world.

Not your death, it is the struggle of my death.

The nephew who is in the middle of it is naturally the poorest person. Fan Xianming knows this, but he can't change anything. He holds the wife in his arms tightly. I don't know why, my heart is beginning to get sour. A year ago, my nephew reminded him that maybe the mother would rejoin with the Prince.

Looking back at this time, Fan leisure could not help but admire his wife's keen instinct, knowing that the child did not understand the turbulent undercurrent of the Qing Dynasty peace, and she was only caught in it, only silence.

Always silent, silent seems to have disappeared.

For this reason, Fan Xi is more and more sorry and sorry for his wife, because he can't say anything, even a promise can not be given.

The wife in her arms is crying silently.

Fan Xian gently wiped the tears on her face with the big finger.

Looking up at the streetscape outside the window, he thought to himself that even if a person had two lives, there are still many things that cannot be changed, and many wishes cannot be achieved.

Ye Xiaomei is so, and he is the same.

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