treacherous beauty

The night was frosty and cold.

Xue Yong ordered Xue Jiu to set up a pot of charcoal fire again, warmed the tea himself, Kuan took off his coat and lazily said: "My lord, I really shouldn't have lost the prescription I offered yesterday. It's a great pity to let down this good time."

Wei Xuanlang twirled the teacup with his long fingers, took a sip from time to time, and replied coldly: "Xue Yong."

The first time he heard him call his name, Xue Yong was very happy: "Little General Wei?"

In fact, he prefers the word "Feiqing", but he hasn't had a chance to call it to him yet, and he hasn't slept yet, so he has to weigh his identity for the time being.

Wei Xuanlang stared at him and asked, "Why did you buy He Yue sister and brother?"

Through a silver mask, Xue Yong could only see the man's phoenix eyes and vermilion lips, with a gentle temperament like jade, he sighed: "Of course I want to invite the little general to come and meet."

Seeing his lingering eyes, Wei Xuanlang took back what he was about to ask, and said in a deep voice, "Murong."

Immediately two black shadows jumped in, Wei Xuanlang turned around: "Go, hand him over to Lord Duan."

He wants to check the details of this person.

Murong Ye and Murong Ting gasped: "Yes, Young Master."

Duan Ming, the prime minister of Dali Temple, was born as a cruel official. He personally skinned and dissected people's hearts. Many people who committed crimes committed suicide as soon as they heard his name. If they wanted to get out of his hands alive, there was no way.

"Little general, it was only after spending a night with me..." Turn your face.

Xue Yong seemed to have known that Wei Xuanlang would turn his back, and looked at the two Murong brothers with a smile: "I said, did your son misunderstand something?"

Murong Ting snorted disdainfully: "Mr. Xue, what you are doing is called private prostitution soliciting. My son should just send you to see the official."

Yumian Shura.

This nickname is not in vain, the sword is drawn out of its scabbard, it is life, and the words are spoken, Xue Yong, who is not lifeless, dares to act presumptuously in front of him, it is really ignorant.

Murong Ye sympathetically tied Xue Yong tightly, and then held it in his hands sympathetically: "Shall we show kindness and give you a chance to commit suicide by taking poison?"

"Heartbroken grass? Potential medicine?" Xue Yong glanced at him lazily: "Forget it, I'd better go and see what novel ways Mr. Duan has to play."

madman.

The Murong brothers shook their heads at the same time, no wonder their young masters don't often show kindness, because it is really useless.

"What happened?"

The old official in Jingzhaoyin, who is temporarily taking the registered prisoners, was disturbed by someone, and shouted angrily. When he held the lamp and saw that the person who turned over was Xue Yong, his eyebrows frowned into two fleshy silks: " Who did this young man offend with his delicate skin and tender flesh?"

On the other hand, the Murong brothers who kidnapped him looked like a guy who picked quarrels and provoked trouble to bully men and women.

Murong Ye said: "I'll tell you, Master Duan, private prostitution and soliciting are rampant in Beijing, this trend should be dealt with."

"It should be taken care of." The old official waved his hand: "Put him in prison."

Xue Yong yawned and looked at Murong Ting with bent eyes: "Hero, can you untie me?"

It was late at night, and I happened to go to the prison for a good night's sleep.

Murong Ting met his eyes suddenly, as if he was fixed, Xue Yong felt a little embarrassed when he saw it, so he said: "Put on the hair, you are just like a male vixen."

Soul was almost sucked in by the flirt at the end of his eyes.

Murong Ye gave him a slap: "Are you still going?"

Angrily, he pushed Xue Yong away, grabbed his brother's collar and ran away quickly.

"Brother, let go, let go..." Murong Ting wailed all the way: "I don't have that problem, I just thought if he was a woman..."

Murong Ye slapped it again: "You can't think about it, girl."

……

As soon as the two of them left, the old official lifted his eyelids and raised the lamp to illuminate again: "Tonight the prisoners are full, so you can spend the night here with the old man."

"Thank you, old man."

This place is very good.

Xue Yong rubbed against the wall, and the rope on his body fell in response, the old official turned a blind eye, pulled out a quilt and threw it over: "I can't let you sleep in vain, at least let my fleas have a full meal."

The quilt was thrown over to cover him impartially, bursts of sour smell came out, Xue Yong raised his hands and bowed: "Thank you."

The old official snorted, turned off the lights and fell asleep, and snored loudly after a while.

Xue Yong leaned against the corner and laughed silently.

Little General Feiqing, you are really ruthless.

-

Xue Jiu hid behind the earthen wall with her burden on her back, her cold upper teeth rattled her lower teeth, matching the sound of the north wind, like a homeless sigh.

Xue Yong had told him before dark that after Wei Xuanlang left, he had to send the servants of the mansion to go elsewhere. Xue Jiu did not dare to disobey his master's order. Come back and watch what's going on here.

After the jade-faced Asura Wei Xuanlang left, the two Murong brothers followed Xue Yong to come out. Xue Jiu was about to follow quietly when he heard Murong Ye say, "Go and throw a fire."

Yin Luo, a few people in night clothes came out from nowhere, and jumped up the courtyard wall of Xue's mansion without hesitation, but after a while, the flames inside burst into the sky, crackling and burning.

Wei Xuanlang, you bastard.

Heart suffocated, Xue Jiu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood after the upside-down grief, and collapsed on the ground, almost unconscious.

By the time Jing Zhao Yin Rao Yi came to put out the fire with people, the century-old Xue Mansion had been burned down to nothing but ruins.

"Lord Rao, someone clearly set the fire here on purpose." The yamen servant's hair was burnt when he put out the fire, and the disheveled man was not much more respectable than a newly ground donkey.

Rao Yi squinted his long and narrow eyes and shook the mustache on his lips: "Arson on purpose?"

The yamen servant said in a low voice, "I heard that General Jing'an has been here."

"Fart." Rao Yi spat at him: "Did you see that? If you don't want to gouge your eyes, just shut up."

"Yes." The yamen servant slapped himself on the face: "I mean, a servant of Xue's mansion accidentally knocked over the lantern, and that's why the fire started."

Rao Yi glanced at him, and sighed inexplicably: "It's fine if this house burns down."

The ancestors of the Xue family started with Hanlin, and it has been handed down for eight generations. Talented scholars have emerged from generation to generation, and they are called the Hanlin family. Unexpectedly, Xue Yong became a prostitute here. It's better to be burned cleanly than to be laughed at.

Xue Jiu listened to the two of them word for word in secret, he shivered, and secretly scolded Wei Xuanlang for being a ruthless person, and hated Rao Yi for being a boneless thing. Seeing the Xue family being bullied into such a field, they can't do anything.

Amid the old tears, Xue Jiusheng swallowed the blood in his throat again, struggled to get up, and walked into the dark night step by step.

Looking up, the fire has spread, and white smoke has spewed out from the courtyard wall, and the flames are about to roll up. If you don't escape, even yourself will be buried here.

Suddenly, a voice in the darkness said in a deep voice: "Father Xue, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years, so you can keep your breath alive. Why don't you worry about the day when you can build a tall building again...Let's go!"

"Who? Who are you?"

I saw a figure at the place where the flames were thinned as swiftly as a bird, and immediately swept away in the wind, never to be seen again.

These two short words, like the evening drum and the morning bell, awakened Xue Jiu suddenly... Yes, with three inches of breath left, why worry about not having the day of revenge?

Xue Jiu quickly clicked on Fuzhong Xiruan, and fled for his life to avoid the fire.

When the sky was twilight, Duan Ming entered the Dali Temple in good spirits, stroked his short beard and said, "Last night, I heard that there were prostitutes soliciting customers?"

It was even pulled onto the head of Yumian Shura Wei Xuanlang!

It can be seen that it is a life-threatening one.

The old official who took the prisoner drooped his eyelids and replied vaguely: "There is one."

"Bring him up." Duan Ming said.

The old official turned around and shouted: "Bring Xue Yong here."

After shouting, he seemed to remember that Xue Yong was left by him in the duty room last night, and curled his lips again: "Oh, the little bastards don't know him, I will pick him up in person, go in person..."

Xue Yong was washing his face, and the cold water applied to his skin, arousing a rosy pink. He heard the movement and looked back, but the old official yelled at him: "Here you still don't change your mind, seduce me for a while!" What does the old man do?"

Xue Yong was not annoyed either, he said politely: "Thank you for taking care of me last night, old man, I am very grateful."

If it weren't for this old official, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully last night.

"The house was burned, and people are almost gone. Alas, what a poor man." The old official still muttered to himself: "Let Mr. Duan do all the evil things, let's go, Master Wuchang is waiting there, die early and die early!" Superborn..."

Crazy, stupid, not a single pleasant word.

Duan Ming raised his head and saw the old official leading the young man in plain shirts in. The man had a cinnabar on his forehead that was so enchanting that he didn't look like a mortal man. He clapped the seal on his hand: "Private prostitution has been banned in Beijing for a long time. Why did you commit the crime knowingly?" ?”

"Master Duan." Xue Yong lowered his eyelids and said regretfully, "I didn't make a deal last night."

Wei Xuanlang didn't fall in love with him, he wanted a mandarin duck to be trapped in a double night, but in the blink of an eye he stayed here all night in an empty room, feeling aggrieved.

"Come here." Duan Ming's Hades face turned colder and colder: "Private prostitutes soliciting customers, according to the law of my court, how should I deal with it?"

One of them took out a thick book of law, leaning on it to flip through it, and it took a long time to figure it out: "Master Duan, according to the law of my court, you should ride a wooden donkey through the streets."

"Boom—" Duan Ming patted the gavel, "That's for punishing women."

The man blinked his eyelids quickly: "My lord, a man can also stuff a wooden donkey into... the back/court."

"Bold." Duan Ming slammed down a stone inkstone and threw it at the man: "The law is not clear and you dare to speak dirty words in court, come here, throw this guy into a pig cage and think about it."

"Master Duan, I know my mistake, I know my mistake..." The man suddenly collapsed on the ground and twitched.

The old official led people to escort him down, and when he walked up to Xue Yong, he did not forget to say: "Master Duan is wise, those with pig brains should be put together with pigs..."

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