debt repayment

He felt Song Huiming's fingers moving on his chin and neck in disbelief.

The man who was pressing him gasped, lowered his head slightly, and got closer to him.The man's face emerged from the shadows, with an expression of inexplicable fanaticism, dangerous and emotional.

Song Hui'an suddenly had a severe chill.He is a normal man who is spoiled by concubines. Song Huiming understands what it means to see him this way.

No one had ever dared to stare at him so naked, so filthy.

"Song Huiming, you are disrespectful! This palace is the monarch you will serve in the future! What kind of dirty thing are you calling this palace? Song Huiming, if you still want to live, wake up quickly, let go of this palace, let go of this palace !"

Song Huiming said softly: "Your Highness, we are on the lake now, please keep your voice down, and don't let people see you like this."

Song Hui'an was drunk, his whole body was exhausted, and his speech was weak, his voice was so thin that he could hardly hear him.Song Huiming felt sorry for his throat, but couldn't find any water. Looking at the white porcelain wine bottle on the ground, he suddenly had an evil thought, so he picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

The cold wine was poured into the throat, bringing a burning pain.Song Hui'an coughed unceasingly, tears streaming down his face, his eyes blurred immediately, and he still stared fiercely at Song Huiming.

The crown on his head was crooked, and the black hair was slightly messed up, sticking to his sweaty face.For a moment, people couldn't tell whether it was his Chunluo clothes that were redder, or his cheeks that seemed to be covered with a cloud of drunkenness.

"Song, Song Huiming, you're an asshole..."

The exhausted swearing was intensified into a slurred nasal sound.

Song Huiming was kissing him.

Crazy, really crazy.

His lips are so soft, his mouth is hot, very warm and moist, and gentle. The fly in the ointment is that the smell of crab and wine is too strong, and the original sweetness can hardly be found.

From the age of 22 to the age of [-], he had planned for Song Hui'an for a long time, but tonight's special was an act of forgetting his feelings.

This slobbering beauty is used to acting recklessly, and she will always be missed.

Song Hui'an struggled harder and harder, and Song Huiming turned her over. The beauty's long and straight eyelashes trembled with fear, her tearful eyes looked like bird's feathers, and she was probably drunk.

His moon is so close to him.Perhaps it was because of the wine in Song Hui'an's mouth that he was also a little drunk.

Indulging in the other party's thin and rapid breathing.

He was about to hug him and kiss him deeply, when a strong pain came from his tongue, which made his scalp numb, so he had no choice but to let go of Song Hui'an's grip.

The eyes that were close at hand suddenly changed, and they were extremely fierce.

Song Hui'an suddenly pushed him away, grabbed the white porcelain bottle on the ground, and greeted him on the head.

There was a crisp sound.The wine and broken porcelain were like raindrops, splashing everywhere.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, August [-]th, all the big and small government departments are on duty as usual, and the adults get up earlier than the dogs.

Mr. Li Jingren, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, was sixty-three years old at the time. He was supposed to take care of his life, but he was still diligent and diligent. He was a front-line worker. He was loved and respected by the Holy One.

This morning, Mr. Li was still riding a donkey, and walked slowly to the courtyard of the Ministry of Households, got off the donkey slowly, bent his back, and walked slowly into the Ministry.The old man gave a dry cough and called all the people in the ministry to his side.

"The emperor said that today His Royal Highness Jianwang will be assigned to help organize household registration. His Royal Highness Jian Wang has never been arrogant and conceited. My account is clean."

"Lord Li." In the crowd, someone suddenly said.

Mr. Li's old eyes are dim, and he can't see people a few meters away. He also felt that the young man's voice was unfamiliar, and he said that he was a newcomer who didn't know the rules, so he said: "Please tell me."

"My lord, the officer has arrived."

Master Li was shocked, only then did he know that this person was King Jian.

Although he is old and dim-sighted, his heart is like a bright mirror. He knows that the emperor specially sent King Jian to do the tedious work of sorting out the household registration, just to protect the crown prince.

The Son of Heaven sent King Jian to the government, naturally he didn't let him go through the motions as a polished commander, but gave him the position of a fifth-rank doctor, so that he could come here in a legitimate way.The reason for only giving them to fifth-rank officials was not because he was afraid that his status as a high-ranking official would make King Jian proud, but because he was afraid that the prince's title would be too prominent and would cause inconvenience to him.

After all, King Jian has only officially entered the imperial court for two years, Master Li is not very familiar with him, and he didn't want to be on duty for the first day, so King Jian came early, without any ostentation, listening to his teachings with others humbly, it is really embarrassing He is relieved.

Compared with His Royal Highness Jian Wang who is humble and humble, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is a bit arrogant. Although he has a good foundation, if he doesn't practice it, he will still suffer.

Master Li thought so, walked forward on crutches, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect His Highness to come, His Highness is...wearing a white hat?"

No one around said anything, Master Li became suspicious: Although his eyes can't see clearly, what else can he wear on people's heads besides hats?

Song Huiming smiled and said: "My lord, I fell at home yesterday and broke my head. Today I am on duty wrapped in gauze, which made everyone laugh."

Li Daren said: "Oh, that's how it is. Your Highness is fine as long as nothing happens."

"Since the lower official is here to be on duty, please address the lower official by his official title. It's getting late, my lord, let's start work."

Song Huiming sat in front of the case and transcribed the information from the official booklet of the small officials below.

This time the plague was really severe, it came from the southwest of the capital, and it was so fierce that many adults who were ordered to go to eliminate the plague fell ill, and even grass grew on the graves.The capital was closed for three months, and more than 30 people died.When Song Huiming returned to Beijing, the situation in Beijing had improved a lot. If he had returned half a month earlier, what he would have seen would be pus, blood and stinking corpses everywhere.

The number of people who are cremated in official funeral factories every day is several times higher than the number of newborn babies.After this epidemic, the vitality of the capital was greatly damaged, and every family was affected, especially in Nanshi, with five or six out of ten dead.Walking down the street now, you can still see the monks of the Xianmen who have contacts and cooperation with the imperial court to reassure their souls and ward off disasters, and sprinkle fairy water to drive away ghosts in every place in the city.

The singing and dancing, the wine and the beauties in the Jiuwu City yesterday are all in sight.The cloud of smoke that hadn't dissipated was crushed by the names of the dead in an instant.

Remembering what happened to the boat on the lake last night, Song Huiming only felt the pain on his forehead again.

The prince threw the hand stove four years ago, and the wine bottle four years later, without any hesitation.However, he fell in love with him again, so he clung to him smugly. The second time his face was broken and his face was almost disfigured.

It's all because the drunken Song Hui'an was too arrogant and uttered wild words, which made him lose all reason, so he made a transgressive move.Looking back now, he feels incredible.Compared with the arrogant prince, he has been tolerant for a long time. He has done enough drama in front of people, and even himself almost believed that he is a tolerant person. Who knows that Song Hui'an is a Gu, and he was inadvertently bewitched.

He has no regrets.Showing love to one's own brother and the future monarch is a treasonous thing both privately and publicly, and it is not a loss to exchange blood for Song Hui'an to know his intentions.

Compared with the first half of the night of swimming in the same boat, the second half of last night was not so wonderful.He ate a porcelain bottle from Song Hui'an out of high spirits. Accompanied by the severe pain that seemed to be exploding, he also woke up from his wanton madness.Song Hui'an completely lost his mind, grabbed the debris on the ground and rushed up, wishing to kill him.

The two stumbled and were on the swaying boat again, and soon both fell to the ground again.The furious Song Hui'an ignored his face and kept yelling "Kill you", trying to scratch his face and neck with broken porcelain pieces.Thanks to his strong hands and iron head, he didn't pass out directly from being hit. He tried his best to pinch Song Hui'an's hand holding the tile, and the tile had a deep cut of blood on his hand, and the hole on his head was also there. Bleeding, so embarrassing.

Song Huian rode on him, his eyes were scarlet, and even though he tried his best, he couldn't restrain the injured Song Huiming. He held the porcelain piece in his hand tightly, and was also scratched by the sharp gap. dripping down the arms.

"Bastard, kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

He gritted his teeth and roared angrily, but it's a pity that he is not a Lianjiazi after all, and his fists and embroidered legs don't count. Song Huiming raised his legs with his knees and concentrated his lower back with his knees. He wailed in pain, and immediately curled up into a ball, Covering the place where he was hit, he lay on Song Huiming's body and trembled.

Song Huiming gasped for breath, fearing that he would move and be injured by the debris on the ground, he pressed the injury forcefully, carried him to the cabin near the bow, stretched out his hand, and carefully brushed off the porcelain fragments on his coat.

"Shameless...a pig is worse than a dog! I'll kill you! Woo!"

In order to prevent the prince from continuing to commit murder, Song Huiming clamped Song Hui'an's hands with one hand. Song Hui'an was almost so angry that he wanted to hit him with the head. The whole person looked like a madman, glaring at him fiercely, wishing to tear him to pieces.

"Your Highness," Song Huiming said out of breath, one eye was already blurred by hot blood, looking at the furious beauty in front of him, "Enough is enough, don't invite outsiders."

Song Hui'an was too tired to speak, and just stared at him with bared teeth.

"This matter is not good for me, but after all, it must not be publicized. Presumably His Highness does not want outsiders to see the messy appearance of you and me. I am not afraid that people will see this broken head, but how can His Highness justify himself? If it is not possible, Your Highness should tell the truth, is it because the minister cannot help himself, and has treated His Highness lightly?"

Speaking of this, Song Huiming couldn't help laughing lowly: "I don't know if Your Highness has the guts."

He stared straight at the flushed beauty, just like a frivolous disciple of Meng Lang.

"You bastard!" Song Hui'an scolded angrily, "You are shameless, and this palace is shameless! Just wait, if you dare to reveal this matter, this palace will definitely smash your body into thousands of pieces, strip your tendons and bones !"

"I understand that, since this is the case, I would like to ask His Royal Highness to stop making trouble. Your Highness will rest for a while, and I will clean up the things that are all over the floor."

Song Hui'an took a deep breath, chopped up this man a thousand times in his mind, and let Song Huiming let go of his hand.

[The author has something to say: Today is still celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival _(з"∠)__(з"∠)__(з"∠)_]