Aoyama

Su Mu, the director of the film department for decades, walks in both black and white, and has always done things safely and comprehensively.After learning the secrets of the Nine Realms, he immediately contacted Dongqing and sent dozens of shadow guards and spies to secretly patrol the Tianxing neighborhood.

On that day, in the mansion, Han Shui was astonished, but he heard Su Mu say that the situation was under control.Han Shui: "So what?" Su Mu: "Although the two countries have repaired, the rift still exists, and it is inconvenient for adults to show up."

Han Shui fiddled with the tea cover, and called A Rui: "Bring those two jars of old wine." A Rui: "Did your lord ask Mr. Han Yu for the two jars of Xiling Queen Bee Wine?" Han Shui smiled: "There is progress. "

The wine, placed on the table, is covered, rich and choking.Han Shui didn't answer Su Mu, but said to A Rui and a few guys: "Every hornet here is enough to crucify a strong man." A Rui's eyes widened.Han Shui said: "Unfortunately, even though there are poisonous stingers, this swarm of bees will eventually be soaked in wine."

The next day, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the attic was covered with warm sun.Mr. Gong Ming, with a white beard like a waterfall, is fiddled with a string of red sandalwood rosary beads, and is dozing off with his eyes closed.

Han Shui and Su Mu bowed and said, "Mr. Han Yu's disciple in Xiling Sumu Music Workshop, I have an audience with Mr. Gong." Gong Ming nodded.Han Shui picked up the queen bee wine himself, and wanted to pour half a glass for the old man, but Mr. Jing, who had been silently by the side, blocked it.

"I'll come." Mr. Jing said.Han Shui looked at Jiuhuang carefully.Its courage is like the sun, and its eyes are like the bright moon, which can be called the posture of a real dragon.Only, those hands were rough and cracked, weathered through wind, frost, rain and snow, not like the hands of an emperor.

After taking his seat, Gong Ming opened his crane eyes, his gaze was as bright as a torch.Han Shui: "When I was practicing art in the music workshop, I often heard the master mention the old man." Su Mu said with a smile: "The master said that the world only knows Mr. Gong's talent, but he doesn't know that he is good at wine and romantic."

Gong Ming smiled slightly, and the rosary in his hand flowed like water: "That old man Han Yu swore back then that he would never bring any disciples into official positions." Han Shui responded, "Mr. Gong lived in seclusion all his life, and when he was about to come out, he came out to save the world."

Several people drank the queen bee wine, and first talked about the relationship between teachers and teachers.Then, Han Shui took advantage of the New Year's Day Poetry Meeting to test out the intention of the Nine Emperors' visit, but Gong Ming took the opportunity to question the situation in Lin'an City, and almost turned against the guest.

It should be known that although the Queen Bee Wine detoxifies, it is self-poisoning and should not be drunk too much.Han Shui waved his sleeves and saluted: "I don't know how Han can help sir?" Gong Ming cleared his throat, and said seriously: "I have traveled all over the world and got a treasure, and I want to present it to Emperor Yun."

Mr. Jing took out the white jade box from his sleeve and put it in front of the case.In the box, there is a red Nayuo Huohuang Huasheng, prefixed with nine pearls, and a gold hairpin bottom.

Han Shuiping calmly said: "Okay, Han Mouding conveys your kindness to Mr. Gong Ming and Mr. Jing returned a salute.When putting away the box, although Han Shui didn't raise his eyes, he could feel the majestic eyes of the Nine Emperors, burning his soul.

Say goodbye to teachers and friends, and leave the inn.Su Mu helped Han Shui get on the carriage, and asked: "How should these three people be dealt with now?" Han Shui smiled: "Aren't you all under control?" Su Mu: "Although bees are poisonous, they have no king, so they can only drink wine. "Han Shui put down the curtain and said: "It's just a casual talk." Su Mu: "This subordinate is guilty."

The deployment of Tianxing Neighborhood remains unchanged, the original team will patrol day and night according to the system.Although Han Shui is not happy with Su Mu, he is even more unwilling to get involved in this old grievance.The jade box was hot, and that night, Han Shui handed it over to another person who cared about the matter.

Zhongshu Sheng, Chu Rong was on duty, when Fang saw that Huasheng, his Qi and blood were suddenly short, and his face turned pale with shock. "What's your intention?" Chu Rong held the jewelry tightly, his fingers were bleeding, "Your Majesty trusts you so much, you..."

Han Shui stopped, and said with an apologetic smile: "I said Master Chu, why are you all guarding against Han like a thief now? To be honest, Han still has important affairs in his hands. This jewelry is just given by a friend. That's all."

After a few sentences, Chu Rong calmed down and said calmly, "Since that's the case, don't interfere with this matter."

"That's it." Han Shui smiled, "Your Majesty Chu always approves the book without reading it. How dare Han Mou intervene."

Going back to the mansion at night, the moonlight is bright and clear, and the three big characters "An Mingju" on the door plaque are particularly shiny.Mr. Han only felt uncomfortable all over, and almost tripped when he entered the door.

The lights in the mansion are brightly lit, Yingge is singing and laughing, and there are Shengxiao in the back garden.Standing in the middle hall, Han Shui took out a family letter from Banhuang from his cuff, and rubbed it repeatedly.The official news is strict, he let Su Mu go to the rivers and lakes to get this letter just now.

"Ari, is Mr. Xiwu asleep?" Han Shui asked softly.A Rui smiled: "Maybe it's not, my lord wants to visit the back garden?" The tone was a bit metaphorical, which made Han Shui dumbfounded.

Small bridge star lights, Fangze secret place, Xiwu hastily put on a primrose gauze, hair still loose.Han Shui beckoned: "Come here." Under the wooden bridge, Xi Wu took the letter with a panicked face.

Han Shui said: "This is the family letter sent by Princess Xinyang to Qi Lin, you take it to him." Xi Wu was stunned: "Why didn't your lord give it to General Qi?" Han Shui smiled lightly: "Go, if he wants to If you want to reply, you can give it to me."

In his busy schedule, Mr. Han wanted to make General Qi happy, but in private, he was sore about General Qi's happy appearance.General Qi, a wild horse, was trapped in such a cage by him, no matter how sweet his words were, his heart must be in pain.

Half a tael of preserved cherry blossoms was searched all over the city, and others gave them all the same, but the general didn't send a single bit.

Han Shui called A Rui again, and asked, "Has Qi Lin ever stepped into a candied fruit shop in Lin'an these days?" .” Han Shui sighed and couldn’t bear to ask carefully.

In the middle of the night, the refreshing autumn wind blows through the green gauze curtain through the Xuan window.Han Shui tossed and turned, unable to sleep no matter what.The silk quilt was cold and slippery, like a floating cloud, moistening him comfortably.

Cozy with a little itching.

Ever since Qi Lin rubbed against his body last time, Han Shui never wanted to make a wish with him again.After all, that is a completely different breath and temperature.

I can't help myself, thinking of that superficial kiss, thinking of that strong and healthy figure.Han Shui's face was blushing, and his body reacted, making him even more uncomfortable.

He rolled, lingered, wriggled, and pulled on the bed, making himself sweaty and messy.Until the autumn wind picked up again, the silk quilt was lightly lifted, and on the side of the messy couch, a sprig of emerald jade thoroughly moistened by crystal liquid fell.

Master Han felt more and more that he was a beast.

He is very envious of those hard-core scholars who are high-spirited and honest. At least, they have been in the cold for ten years, their heads are hanging from the beams and their buttocks, and their feet are following the righteous way in the world.

In the middle of the first month of the lunar calendar, the Ministry of Rites, Zhongshu, and Taichang Divisions jointly decided that on the [-]nd, the poems, songs, Fu, and policy theories of the ministers would be collected in advance in Zizhen Hall, and they would be mounted, reviewed, and selected in a unified manner, and they would be approved by the imperial court.

For a time, golden chrysanthemums reflect auspiciousness, and the ink in every yard is fragrant.Hundreds of text books, bamboo slips, and memorials, one cart after another, crowded Changle Street, so crowded that it was difficult to pass a horse in front of Nangong Gate.

It is true that the New Year's Day Poetry Meeting is hosted by the Imperial Academy, and the previous preparations are state affairs, including the three provinces and six ministries.In the beginning, it was all manual labor. Zhongshu ordered Chu Rong to run around and arrange for people to help carry and file.

I don't want to, so I asked Shi Zhongze, with my hands behind my back, and asked leisurely: "Don't rush to file, at least you have to go to the film department."

Chu Rong was sweating profusely and had a back pain. After hearing this, he became angry: "This year is different from the past. The whole world celebrates. Go out of the palace and see for yourself. Where are the people who want to submit letters?!" Ze Qi: "Then I have to explain it clearly to Mr. Han."

In the past ten years, Chu Rong has never been involved in the party struggle between Uncle Xiao and Mr. Han, and has steadily drafted documents, received memorials, and issued imperial edicts, without saying a word.This time, it was unbearable to deal with the general situation of the country. Master Chu stroked the crane robe on his body, and personally beat the drum in front of the shadow department.

The unwritten rules of the movie department are - anyone who carries Lilly will be served with tea and water in the attic lounge, and anyone who meets with drums will be treated coldly in court.

Mr. Han crossed his legs, picked up a piece of candied cherry blossoms, and said with a smile: "What is the offense again?" Chu Rong: "Dozens of people just moved the Wenshan in front of the palace gate to Zhongshu Province, why go back to the film department Monitoring?"

Han Shui: "Your Excellency Chu is short of people? If you hadn't said it earlier, there are so many brothers in the film department who have nothing to do all day long, so Han asked them to help."

Chu Rong gritted his teeth: "It's all words of congratulations, what excrement can be found? Back and forth, over and over again, you are deliberately tossing." Han Shui Yile: "Okay, my lord said so, the film department feels aggrieved That's right."

Chu Rong: "How should I say it?" Han Shui said with a smile, "There's no need to move here for investigation. Just let the brothers live in your Zhongshu Province and accompany you to investigate." Chu Rong had no choice but to sneer, and left with a sleeve.

It was night, and the lights of Zhongshu Province were always on, and the sound of paper pages being turned and bamboo scrolls being unfolded could be heard endlessly.Hundreds of tables and tables were lined up neatly, and hundreds of shadow guards in black clothes sat in front of the tables, traversing the vast sea of ​​literature, checking every word in detail.

Chu Rong stared at all this coldly, and called a few civil servants: "What rules do they follow?" Si Hu said: "My subordinates have noticed that they have prepared a list in advance..." Chu Rong: "Go and report His Majesty."

There is indeed such a list, and at this moment, it is placed on the red sandalwood copywriting in Hanfu's study.Han Shui looked like he was watching a show, and the corners of his lips twitched: "Ari, go, call Mr. Xi Lun to the main hall, and those who are usually close to him, call them together."

A Rui was stunned: "Didn't you invite Master Lin and Bachelor Chang?" Han Shui: "They are all acquaintances, what are you afraid of?"

The author has something to say:

Let me defend Master Han, he is afraid of hurting Qi Lin's self-esteem.

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