When will I see the man in my dream again

Jiang Chengyuan was assassinated in Liyuan that day, which alarmed all forces. Ambassadors, state executives, and Japanese all flocked to Jiang Chengyuan's residence. After Jiang Chengyuan dealt with one batch, there will be another batch soon. The few big figures whose status was almost the same as that of Shen Qingjue, and the rest who came out of Jiang Chengyuan's place, had to rush to Shen's mansion without stopping.

Shen Qingjue used the excuse of recuperating and didn't see them at all, these people had no choice but to put down their gifts and leave, even so, the cars and pedestrians coming and going made Shen Qingjue quite noisy.

The Liyuan was not closed, only the governing body under Jiang Chengyuan conducted a secret investigation on the Liyuan.From top to bottom, inside and out, every character was not spared, including Xie Bingyuan of course.

Shen Qingjue sat in the study, looking at the materials spread out in front of her, frowning slightly.

Xie Bingyuan was sent to Liyuan by her adoptive father at the age of 11, and the current housekeeper of Liyuan came with her. There are always male disciples in Liyuan, only she and a few sisters are female disciples. As time goes on, the remaining sisters They were all overwhelmed, or escaped from the Liyuan without hearing anything, or went to a brothel to become a prostitute, and the only ones left were Xie Bingyuan and her senior sister who had already formed a relationship.

Overwhelmed and went to the brothel, these few words stabbed Shen Qingjue's heart hard.In the troubled pear garden, how much suffering and tiredness did she endure to become the magnificent Xie Bingyuan today?

With a clean file, nothing can be seen, and there is no motive to assassinate Jiang Chengyuan, Xie Bingyuan has no major suspicions.

The only possibility is that someone leaked the news.

And her teacher is so delicate that she must report her teeth, and those who are caught in the investigation bureau don't know how many layers of skin they will lose.Countless loyal ministers and martyrs entered it, crying and begging for mercy a few days later.

The gunshot wound on Shen Qingjue's shoulder has healed, but he still can't do strenuous exercise.Being idle and bored, she had no choice but to stand up and pick up a brush to write. The tip of the pen flowed on the yellowish rice paper, and rows of small regular script with hairpin flowers flowed out and reflected on the rice paper.But if you look carefully, you will find that the hook is not hooked, the horizontal is not horizontal, the handwriting is crooked, and the words are chaotic. Her heart is full of thanking the boss for singing.

I simply put down my pen and drove to the chapel built not long ago in Peking.Guess whether Xie Bingyuan in this life likes to go or not.

Over the past few decades, the old dynasty has been subverted, the country has been opened wide, and Western powers have settled in Beiping, followed by many missionaries. This St. Paul's Church is a chapel built by Christians. It is designed in a western retro style and has a distinctive appearance. With a strong Gothic flavor, the interior uses traditional Chinese wooden structures, and the exterior walls and window seats are all carved with white stone.Approaching along the steps, it is solemn and solemn, and it also makes people feel quiet at a glance, because the belief is different from that of Chinese people, and few people come here.

Sitting in front of the wooden piano, Xie Bingyuan played the tunes often played by missionaries with her eyes closed. She is a famous actress of a generation, and her understanding of music theory is beyond ordinary people. In the continuous development of the old and new societies, she has come into contact with many new things, among which That includes the piano.

The Liyuan doesn't understand these western musical instruments, so she will come here to play for a while every few days.Close your eyes, there is no one around, no noisy accidents in the troupe, only Xie Bingyuan is alone.

The flames of a row of white candles flickered behind her, and when the song ended, the gurgling piano sound disappeared. Xie Bingyuan stopped, slowly opened her eyes, and found a woman holding a candle sitting and looking at her in front of her.

The woman is dignified and beautiful, fresh and refined, and the shadow of the flames jumping in her hand is reflected on her face, giving her an inexplicably extravagant air.

"You play really well." The woman smiled at Xie Bingyuan when she saw Xie Bingyuan stop.

"It's just an ax in class." Xie Bingyuan had long hands, long legs, and an excellent figure. She walked two steps from the piano and sat side by side with Rob Rong.

Rob Rong saw that the few steps she walked slowly had an indescribable temperament. She grew up in the palace since she was a child, and met many concubines of the former court, but never saw a woman who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the woman in front of her, so she felt admiration in his heart.

"After listening to your qin, I don't feel depressed any more, and I feel more relaxed." Rob Rong said with a smile.

"It's just looking at the quiet place, playing a few casually, you're really absurd." She also smiled.

Xie Bingyuan looked at the flickering candle in the palm of her hand, and looked at this woman whose name was not known, and felt a little sympathy in her heart. They were all in troubled times, trying to be quiet.

Rob Rong is also a smart person. Looking at Xie Bingyuan's dusty face, she, who has never had no friends, is determined to make friends in her heart.

Shen Qingjue pushed open the heavy wooden door of the church, looked around, and instantly recognized Xie Bingyuan who was holding a white candle in prayer, and she walked towards the two of them slowly.

Xie Bingyuan followed the voice and saw that Shen Qingjue's tall and slender figure was wrapped in a black suit and coat, which made her look even more outstanding. She walked over step by step with a graceful and luxurious demeanor.

When Shen Qingjue saw the two, he did not greet Xie Bingyuan, but bowed slightly, and greeted Luo Burong: "Auntie".

Rob Rong also stood up, and looked up and down at Shen Qingjue who was standing there, "Qingjue is back, stay in Beiping for a few more days, speaking of which, these past few years have really worked hard for you."

Shen Qingjue didn't speak, and looked at the woman in cheongsam in front of him with a relaxed expression.

"I'll go first, Miss, let's make an appointment next time."

Xie Bingyuan also got up and said goodbye to Rob Rong.

They were alone in the church now.

Xie Bingyuan obviously hasn't figured out the relationship between the two.Shen Qingjue took the lead to explain, "Based on seniority, my father and her are considered siblings. Although she is only four or five years older than me, I still call her my aunt."

Xie Bingyuan knew in her heart that Shen Qingjue was born in the noble family of the former dynasty, and the person who could make her call her aunt must also be a famous person.

It's just that this kind of character shouldn't be proud of himself?How could it give her a feeling of desolation, silence and indifference to the world of mortals?

"My aunt's name is Rob Rong. She is of noble status, but she is different from those powerful officials. You can be friends with her." Shen Qingjue thought for a while, "But you can only be friends."

Xie Bingyuan froze in place. She had spent many years in the Liyuan where the three religions were mixed, so she naturally knew who Luo Burong was.

The last empress of the former dynasty and the wife of the deposed emperor, although she is a declining nobleman, is still beyond the reach of ordinary people. It is no wonder that when they first met, they had such an overpowering aura of nobility.

"Is General Shen's injury okay? How come he happened to be here?" Xie Bingyuan turned her thoughts around, and finally returned to Shen Qingjue.

Shen Qingjue sat next to Xie Bingyuan, "It's nothing serious, it's just that the person I admire also loves to come to this quiet place. By the way, when Boss Xie is going to play again, Qingjue is a little anxious to wait."

Although Jiang Chengyuan was assassinated in Liyuan, the inscription was not stingy at all. Liyuan got a blessing in disguise and framed the inscription written by the president himself and hung it out. In the past few days, Xie Bingyuan's name has been spread in every alley and alley in Beiping, step by step.A lot of theater fans squat at the entrance of the Liyuan every day to fight for seats with the coachmen, waiting for Boss Xie to sing again.

Xie Bingyuan thought for a while, and said that even in the past few days, she is not sure about the details, and it still depends on the class leader.Shen Qingjue knew it well, anyway, there were people waiting, so she was not in a hurry.

Shen Qingjue took out a pair of silk white gloves from the pocket of his suit, and handed them to Xie Bingyuan: "You who sing Tsing Yi should protect your hands, this is the most suitable one." After saying that, he turned his head and stopped looking at her, just staring at the dancing candle Huo didn't know what to think about.

Xie Bingyuan didn't dare to ignore Shen Qingjue's wishes, took the glove and found that it felt very good, as thin as a cicada's wing, she liked it in her heart, so she put it on right away.

Shen Qingjue's mouth curved invisibly.

Rob Rong returned to the mansion in a car, and hurriedly tore off his coat. The servant came up to help her, but she pushed her back.

He quickly went back to his room, and sat down against the table. The panting sound like a blower in his chest could no longer be suppressed. Rob Rong opened the drawer with trembling hands, took out a few thick and long cigarettes from it, lit it and smoked a few mouth, and exhaled the smoke for a long time, and the whole person slowly calmed down.

One cigarette was smoked quickly, and Rob Rong's hands finally stopped shaking. She lit up the fire and was about to smoke the second cigarette, but someone slapped the cigarette away from her fingertips.

Rob Rong raised his head and scratched the visitor fiercely with his eyes.

The short-haired woman in men's clothing walked in, picked up Rob Rong, threw her on the big bed, leaned forward and bit her earlobe and said:

"I sent three thousand Dingguo troops to protect you in Beiping, and you just hide here and smoke opium, huh?"

Jin Bi shook one hand to restrain Rob Rong's wrist, and the other hand covered the soft and round ball on Rob Rong's chest, bent his knees, and pressed against the soft ground between the legs of the person below him.

Rob Rong bit his lip, the long tendons on his neck were protruding, he refused to look at the golden wall above.

Jin Biyao smiled indifferently, bent down, and blocked Rob Rong's lips with a fierce and lingering kiss, resisting, struggling, biting, and Rob Rong's red lips opened a hole, and the smell of blood was in the two entangled people. spread between.

"My brother, the emperor, can't satisfy you. You should thank me, sister-in-law." Jin Biyao licked his lips as if reminiscing, not giving Rob Rong a chance to breathe, swallowing Rob Rong's rapid panting, and at the same time moving up and down with his hands flexibly Walking, the zipper of Rob Rong's well-fitting cheongsam was unzipped, and Jinbi shook his hands, and the fine silk satin cracked with a "hiss", revealing the white and delicate skin under the cheongsam.

"Dong... Dongzhen." Rob Rong suppressed the trembling voice from pain and pleasure, and squeezed out two words from his lips.

Jin Bi shook his whole body, and stopped his aggression.

"You're living abroad, aren't you doing well?" Rob Rong put his hands on Jinbi's neat short men's hair, and rubbed her hair like he did when he was a child.

"Shut up." Jin Bi shook Rob Rong's wrist, and pressed her head with his backhand.With the other hand tearing off the last fig leaf on her body, Rob Rong unconsciously bent his legs and hooked Jin Biyao's waist, and there was unbearable intense emotion between the friction and collision.

Jin Biyao looked at Luo Burong, who was panting under her, and groped along the skin for the moist and warm flower buds below her. His long and slender fingers moved quickly, stroking lightly, twirling slowly, and picking again, closing his eyes and ruthlessly possessing her again and again. once.

Rob Rong's body was weak, and she was very tired at the moment, Jin Biyao stopped moving, a blankness faded in her mind, and she fell into a drowsy sleep.

Jin Biyao was still well-dressed, she turned over and got out of bed, went to the drawer, picked up the scattered cigarettes one by one and put them back in again.

It wasn't Rob Rong, she still couldn't remember the name Dongzhen.

For more than ten years, no one has ever called her that.

Although the Summer Palace in childhood was snatched by the Eight Kingdoms, it was not as dilapidated and desolate as it is now. At that time, her father never looked at her directly, and her mother died of illness early. Only Rob Rong, who was a few years older than her, took her out to play, stepping on the ice The car is slippery on the frozen lake, or we are looking for the little emperor to fight crickets together.

Occasionally, I sit with a little girl surnamed Shen and accompany an old lady to listen to an opera.

Later, she was sent to other countries as a gift, and was bullied by others. As a tool, she herself admired herself for being able to live until now.

In the night when she was 17 years old, her adoptive father's obese body was pressed against her still young girl's body at night. In despair, she cut her wrists to resist and was rescued again. The disgusting face of her adoptive father has been lingering in her mind ever since. Not going is her indestructible nightmare every midnight.

Since then, she has cut off all the characteristics of being a woman herself, and lived as a man again.

"I've lived on my last days to see you, not to see you marry that puppet trash."

"Look at you now, what is your life like?"

Jin Bi shook and tore off the black and white photo of the last emperor of this land pasted on the wall, and threw the cigarettes that had been arranged and thrown away to the ground, and the dark yellow tobacco was scattered all over the ground in an instant.

Jin Bi shook his lips and smiled.

Dongzhen Gege died a long time ago.

The author has something to say:

Was startled by the sudden car, hehe.A certain little angel surnamed Yan wanted to add some ingredients, hehe, so he secretly added some gravy.

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