Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lin Qi knew that Han Feng had already woken up when he saw Han Feng's contrived performance, and he secretly smiled in his heart without revealing it, and said calmly, "Master Han, you have caught a cold and passed out." "It's raining heavily outside, the doctor prescribed medicine, and it's getting late," Lynch looked away, and his eyes fell on Han Feng's flushed cheeks, with a frank attitude, "How about Mr. Han staying in the Lin residence tonight?"

The heat on his body made Han Feng's mouth parched. He raised his parched lips, his eyes darkened, "Thank you, Mr. Lin, don't worry, I'll leave now."

As he said that, Han Feng had already sat up, and the quilt was slid down along with his movements, revealing his muscular upper body, his chest and abdomen were full of lumpy muscles, Lynch looked away and stood up, "Master Han, why do you How about being polite? Will the heavy rain stop for a while, and your clothes are all wet again, I have asked the servant to wash them, so you can stay."

"Then please trouble Master Lin to lend me two old clothes and return them at another time."

After Han Feng woke up, his attitude was much tougher, and he was determined to leave. Lynch had no choice but to force him to stay, so he had to ask the servants to bring some new clothes for the guards to Han Feng. His clothes were not the same size as Han Feng.

When the clothes were brought, Lynch walked to the front of the house with his hands behind his back and stood down. He slightly raised his head and looked at the rain curtain. He called the servant who didn't know what to say. The servant responded and ran away quickly.

Han Feng sat up to get dressed, and while getting dressed, his gaze involuntarily fell on Lynch's back.

Plain clothes and long gown, black hair loose, standing under the eaves of the square, like pines and cypresses, the breeze blows, blowing the hem of the snow-white robe, spotless.

This is Han Feng's heartache, Yue Shangguang, and cinnabar mole.

Han Feng lowered his head and put on his clothes indiscriminately. When he got up on the ground, he felt dizzy and dizzy. He was indeed ill.

You can't stay sick.

"Master Lin."

Lin Qi turned around, Han Feng was wearing the guard uniform of the Lin family, his complexion was sickly red, and it was difficult to hide his arrogance. Although he was exhausted, he still bowed and gave Lin Qi a big gift, "Thank you, Mr. Lin Help."

"You don't need to thank me for your little effort," Lin Qi said, "Master Han, I have already ordered my servants to prepare chariots and horses. Please don't say no to such a heavy rain."

Han Feng's face turned redder, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you."

The servants of Lin's mansion really had rules, like holding an umbrella for Lynch, they used an oil umbrella to cover Han Feng from the rainwater when they passed the corridor, and respectfully held an umbrella for Han Feng when they went outside.

The chariots and horses were ready, the coachman was waiting in hats and coir raincoats, and when he saw someone coming out, he got off the horse and lifted the curtains, the servant holding the umbrella took out a paper bag from his heart and handed it to Han Feng, and raised his voice amidst the sound of the rain, " Mr. Han, this medicine was prescribed by Dr. Jin from Jiuyoutang in the west of the city, it is for wind and cold, if you take it and it still doesn’t work, go to Dr. Jin’s to have a look."

Han Feng stared at the paper bag for a moment, reached out to take it, stroked it slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for me, young master."

"Go slowly." The servant turned around without hesitation and ran into the mansion holding an umbrella.

Han Feng got into the carriage, the interior of the carriage was clean and tidy, the coachman whipped the horse down and drove the horse, humming: "Master Han, there is an umbrella under the seat, please take it."

Han Feng reached down with his hand, and it turned out to be a good and dry oil umbrella. It hadn't rained when he went out, but it started to rain lightly when he was approaching Lin's mansion, so his feet were covered with muddy water.

Han Feng lowered his head and sniffed lightly. He seemed to smell Lynch from the oil umbrella.

The whole carriage had a faint smell of Lynch's body, and the smoker on the wall in the carriage exuded a faint fragrance, which was the same as that in Lynch's room.

Han Feng's heart moved, and he asked loudly: "May I ask if this carriage is usually used by your son?"

The coachman heard the sound of the rain indistinctly. He slapped his whip again and replied loudly: "Only the young master's carriage is left, nothing else!"

Han Feng understood, Master Yu Shi was not in the mansion, and the rest of the carriages in the mansion were also used, only the one that Lynch used to use was left, and Lynch brought it for him.

When Lynch was imprisoned, one of the crimes was corruption. It was said that he collected money and used it for himself. .

Han Feng held the oil umbrella and took a deep breath. Because of the heat, his eyes were bloodshot and he shot a fierce gaze. If anyone in his previous life saw this light, he would probably tremble with fright Dazed.

Taishi Han, in charge of the two departments of labor and punishment, the most appalling feat is to make living pits.

One pit one Confucianism, ransacking the family and exterminating the clan.

Han Feng fell ill when he went back.

The so-called illness comes like a mountain. He was plagued by various illnesses in his previous life, especially the headache, which almost never stopped. After reliving his life, these illnesses seemed to be found all at once, and he was tortured first when he was strong.

Lin Qi went to the household department and was busy for two days. Another member of the Ministry of Industry, Wailang, surnamed Chang and named Chang Xiangsong, came to ask for money again.

Chang Xiangsong is different from Han Feng, his temper looks softer than Han Feng at first glance, but he hides a needle in the cotton and is not forgiving. He has also stayed in the Ministry of Industry for several years. He was still grinning, and he was sure that this thin-skinned and tender nobleman like Lynch couldn't hold back his words.

But he underestimated Lynch. He spoke dryly, but Lynch didn't even move his eyebrows. After listening, he only said quietly, "Where is Mr. Han?"

Chang Xiangsong was getting bored to death.

He was also born in poverty, so he should be closer to Han Feng.

But he really hated Han Feng.

Although Han Feng was a son of a poor family, he was more particular about his behavior than those princes and grandsons. Chang Xiangsong couldn't get used to it, so he frowned and said in a cold tone, "Han Feng is sick, so I'm asking for leave."

Lin Qi didn't know whether Han Feng was really sick or pretending to be sick, so he didn't express much, and said lightly, "I've told Mr. Han everything I need to say. If Mr. Chang is free, go visit him and you'll know. "

Chang Xiangsong didn't expect Lynch to be such a reckless person, he wasted most of the day's tongue-in-cheek, he was really annoyed, and before he left, he took the tea leaves from Lynch's table.

Lynch couldn't help laughing. I heard that Chang Xiangsong had a nickname called Chang Bukong, which meant very badly, "thieves don't go empty", but it was really good. He was a good hand who asked for money, and he never left empty-handed. .

Lynch greeted his colleagues, "Brother Maocheng, please trouble yourself this afternoon, I have something to go out."

"Go, you don't need to come back," Qi Zhenjun waved his hand generously without raising his head, "Say hello to Lord Yushi for me."

Lynch smiled and cupped his hands, and asked the servants to prepare the carriage.

"Young master, go back?"

"No, go to Han Mansion."

The servant helped Lynch into the carriage, a little confused, "Which Han family?"

Lynch sat still, and said calmly, "Ministry of Industry Han Langzhong——Han Fu."

Han Feng didn't have a private house in Beijing, he only rented a courtyard, which was far away from the Ministry of Industry, far from being called a mansion, and the lintel was low, but the word "Han Fu" was penetrating. .

The servant stepped forward to knock on the door, knocked a few times, but no one responded, and turned to look at Lynch in panic.

Lynch waved to him, and the servant raised his voice a few times through the door, "Master Han, are you there?"

Still no one answered, Lynch frowned lightly, "System, is he alright?"

This time the system responded quickly, "It's okay, it's in the brothel."

Lynch: "..."

The system said caringly: "Chu Yunlou."

It's okay if you're in the brothel, Lynch turned around and borrowed the strength of his servants to lift his robe and get on the car. Just as he lifted his feet up, he slowly put them down again. Lin Qi's proud and fearful face came into his mind, and he said softly, "Go to Changping Street."

Changping Street is the most lively and bustling street in central Beijing, among which there is the most famous selling gold cave in Beijing——Chuyun Tower.

In fact, it is not considered a brothel. This court does not allow prostitutes, nor does it allow the establishment of prostitutes. There is no room for filth under the feet of the emperor, so they are all prostitutes.

The prostitutes next to it are very carefully covered. In the depths of Willow Alley, open a small door, or open a small window on the second floor. Fragrant handkerchiefs float out gently. A wink was thrown quietly through the crack of the door, and the soul was hooked.

Chuyunlou is not, Chuyunlou is a 'serious' teahouse, where poems and paintings are recited, elegant places, and celebrities give lectures from time to time.

The waiter inside is dressed in Taoist costumes, with long hair and high bundles, and a blue coat that sets off a beautiful waist, and a snow-white gown that covers the good-looking skin of a man or a woman. Showing a white wrist, coupled with a faint smile, there is no way he can't help but be fascinated.

As long as they can afford the money, these Taoist boys can 'speak' for distinguished guests alone, either in the building or when they leave the building and go back to the mansion.

Such a place that blatantly uses the name of scribes to do nasty things has been open for three years, and it has stood still. Many officials in Beijing have also flocked to it, and it seems that it has become a place where the nobles will go to have fun.

"stop."

The carriage stopped across the street from Chuyun Tower.

Lin Qi raised the curtains on the carriage, and cast his eyes on Chu Yunlou.

The appearance of Chuyun Tower looks very majestic and upright. The three characters of "Chuyun Tower" were also inscribed by the calligraphers of this dynasty. The couplets on both sides are engraved-pine roots covered with moss and stones, and Zen is closed all day long.

This is Wen Tingyun's poem.

The second half of the sentence is "with companions year after year, without a home everywhere." ', the title of the poem is a gift to Master Chu Yun.

Such a pure poem is titled here, but it is inexhaustible irony.

It was getting dark, the windows on all sides of Chuyun Tower were closed, and the door was also tightly closed. It would cost a lot of money to knock on the door, but there was no one at the door.

"Zifei?"

Lynch subconsciously looked back when he heard the call. What could be more embarrassing than getting off work early and meeting colleagues in front of the brothel?

Qi Shijun was not embarrassed, but surprised. When he jumped out of the carriage, he saw the protruding face of a carriage parked opposite him, and he was stunned. Isn't this Lynch?

Lynch's temperament is the worst place to see Chu Yunlou, and now... has changed?

Qi Shijun happily walked to Lynch's carriage, with a cynical smile on his face, "Zifei, so this is what you're talking about?"

Lynch had no way to explain, and his face became more and more cold, "I'm just passing by." As he said that, he was about to put down the curtains, and Qi Shijun refused to follow him. He and Lynch had known each other for a long time. The two of them were family friends, but Qi Shijun and Lynch's personal relationship is not too close.

Lynch was too high-minded, he was a little apprehensive.

"It's all here," Qi Shijun turned directly to the carriage, opened the curtain of the carriage, and waved to Lynch, "Come, brother, I will show you something."

"No." Lynch shook his head, leaned over to pull down the curtain, Qi Shijun pulled his sleeve, and said involuntarily, "Come down, don't be so restrained, really, are you still embarrassed in front of me?"

Lin Qi didn't want to get too ugly with Mr. Qi Shi, so he had to jump out of the carriage first. Before he could speak, the door of Chuyun Building opened, and a lot of people ran out like a flood, and the one who came out was One of them looked extremely ugly, looking like he was in a hurry to escape. One of them ran away in a hurry and almost fell, and he ran quickly with the help of his followers. Among them, several familiar faces were court officials.

Both Qi Shijun and Lynch were stunned.

The last person who came out was dressed in old navy blue coarse cloth and half-worn soap-colored short boots. He walked slowly, except for a slightly sickly pale complexion.

The man raised his eyes inadvertently, and met Lynch's dazed gaze across a dimly lit street.

The four eyes met, and the commotion gradually quieted down. Han Feng was distracted for a moment, and then suddenly smiled. In an instant, the brilliance of the whole street was overwhelmed by his smile and faded away.