Sheng Shian

"Brother Song's small characters are so beautiful, can you teach me how to write..." Little Shen Ziqing was still a baby at that time, shaking the cuff of the neighbor's seven-year-old Song Fengan.

He was talented and intelligent, and he was used to being coquettish. The troublesome young man couldn't bear to refuse, so he held his hand and wrote each word, with an expression more serious than his own writing, for fear of misleading his children.

Speaking of which, at that time Song Fengan had the temperament of being a teacher.

Little Shen Ziqing also strives for success, and in a short while, she learns to be lifelike.

Seeing Song Fengan, he felt a sense of accomplishment spontaneously. Holding the two corners of the rice paper with his white knuckles, he ran outside the hall, showing off with his uncle.

One mouthful, "I taught it, it's amazing!", and another mouthful, "It's too modest, too modest, it's because Yinghui, the younger brother of the Shen family, has a high understanding."

Shen Shi didn't quite understand it at the time, blinked his Gululu eyes, jumped off the high chair, ran to Song Fengan slowly, and asked softly, "Brother Song, what is written on it?" What is it? Daddy hasn't taught me..."

Song Feng'an lowered his hand holding his calligraphy aloft, leaned in front of little Shen Ziqing, and said with a smile: "The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the toughness knows the honest minister."

He pondered for a while, "You still don't understand, this sentence means that the tenacity of the grass can only be seen in the strong wind, and the sincerity of loyal ministers can only be revealed in times of turmoil and crisis..."

The picture suddenly disappeared again, and after returning to a long time later, Song Fengan came back from the rivers and lakes, participated in the imperial examination with him, got a title on the gold list, and rode a horse with a hairpin.What about the silver-winged flowers?Why is it gone?where did it go...

Since returning from Enrong Banquet that day, he and Song Fengan ran around the Jinghe River three times, from sunrise to sunset, when did the silver hairpin flower get lost, only a bare silver hairpin was left, Shen was low Weeping, where did you go?Why can't I find it...

Feng An, where have you been? Didn't I break the hairpin into two wings and give it to you?

A Liang looked at the unconscious Shen Shi who was about to cry.

Mr. Shen, you can do me a favor, stop sobbing, and stop raving, Master Hou is in the study next door, if you start a fire later, you will burn your bones and ashes in minutes...

Several servants in the mansion also looked at each other with blank faces and asked: "Good attendant, Master Hou just left him, I... what should we do?"

A Liang twitched the corners of his mouth, how did he know, the back of his head was cut green, the prison uniform smelled like a mess, he was skinny and bony, his face was ugly as hell, and there were several scratches on his arms. There was a red mark, and he was still moaning and crying, I don't know what kind of heart-piercing torture he thought he had suffered...

However, I heard that Mr. Shen ruined the layout that Lord Hou had buried for many years, so he probably won't die or lose half his life...

But, this man is alive and well, not only escaped from the prison, but also thrown on the Hou Ye's own couch by this miserable appearance...

This day is so magical.

Ah Liang thought for a while, "First... let's take a shower and change clothes..."

This is Hou Ye's quilt, Hou Ye's bed, it's terrible.

"Good attendant! Can't take it off..."

Ah Liang looked at it puzzled, although the man was unconscious, he was still tightly protecting his chest, making it impossible for anyone to break it apart.

He thought that the prison uniform should be useless, and it was still uncomfortable to wear, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Shen Ye's hand, but he couldn't break it off, it seemed to be a little hot, this is not good, he was wearing dirty clothes, and he was seriously ill , he said: "Cut it."

The servant picked up the scissors and cut the clothes hem, and suddenly called out: "There is something!"

A Liang stepped forward to take a look, and saw a white porcelain jar no bigger than a fist rolling down from Shen Shi's wide cuff.

He rubbed it a few more times and found a "Letter of Divorce".

Aaron's eyes widened.

"Master Hou!" Ah Liang hurriedly ran to the study, but Master Hou was seeing Shunhe, so he waited outside quietly.

Shun He said: "Damn my subordinates, I didn't find out that Mr. Shen had any contact with His Majesty..."

"He was taught by the Taifu, if you can't hide it from me, then I really want to get rid of him." Liu Changze knocked on the table, "How did he escape?"

"It's an oriole." Shunhe presented a picture of a thin oriole.

boom.

Liu Changze overturned Zitan Heichi's overturned case with one hand, gritted his teeth and said with a sullen face, "He still keeps it!"

Shunhe doesn't know why.

I saw Liu Changze blew his whistle violently, and the ferocious white falcon flew in obliquely like a sword.

Liu Changze slapped it aside.

His eyes were scarlet, he drew the sword from Shun He's waist and approached Bai Falcon step by step, and said gloomily, "Even you are not the only one."

What an extremely fair Taifu!

The white falcon huddled in the corner, wondering why the master who loved it all the time hurt him, couldn't help but let out a mournful cry, and fluttered its wings miserably, but it was not afraid of such an overbearing master, instead trembling I approached the master little by little.

Liu Changze narrowed his eyes and raised his sword.

As soon as the sword light appeared, the Bai Falcon struggled to his feet, but instead of running for his life, he spun into Liu Changze's chest instead.

Small and fluffy, he and the Taifu single-handedly raised him.

Never borrowed from anyone's hands.

Liu Changze's sword touched the ground slowly, and Shun He took it knowingly. He held up the white falcon expressionlessly, walked to the window, and said flatly, "Siqing, don't appear in front of me in the future."

"Siqing" is Bai Falcon's name.

The Taifu had advised him many times to name the white falcon. He said that there is no name in the world worthy of the falcon that the Taifu gave me.

In fact, he had chosen the name when he received it.

Just can't say.

Dawn looks at the sky at dusk, looks at the clouds, and thinks of you when you walk, and think of you when you sit.

His prince is Shen Ziqing.

But at this moment, he doesn't want to see Si Qing anymore, and he doesn't want to be reminded day after day that he is just an insignificant student in the Taifu's heart.

The falcon's black eyes seemed to be moist, and he pecked lightly in Liu Changze's palm, and then went away.

Liu Changze didn't make a sound, and after a while, he asked A Liang who was standing far outside, "Is he awake?"

"Not yet..." Ah Liang hurried into the study, Tong Shunhe nodded his head and said hello, and then said to Lord Hou: "But just now when he was bathing and changing Master Shen..."

Liu Changze frowned displeased.

Ah Liang panicked, not knowing what he said was wrong, so he stopped talking.

"continue."

"Fa... found a letter of divorce and a white porcelain jar." A Liang presented it.

When Liu Changze heard that Xiushu's face changed, he immediately rushed over to take a look.

The yellowed envelope was opened, revealing a nondescript divorce letter inside, which was well-behaved and nothing special. Liu Changze turned the envelope upside down, and dropped a medical certificate, which read, "Every woman is pregnant." , the blood retains Qi and gathers, and the uterus is full, so the Chi Yin pulse must slip. However, the pulse of the venerable lady is short and strong, and there is no sign."

no sign...

The paper also has an herbal smell.

It turned out that Meng Yang even knew about the abortion, but the doctor he placed couldn't make Meng Yang suspect this...

Where exactly did Meng Yang know about it, and he didn't even care about Yu Shuyuan's safety until Meng Yang found out about it.

It also killed Song Ge Lao.

He looked at the overturned book case with painful eyes, and there was a booklet scattered on the ground, with Song Gelao's posthumous title written on it.

The teacher cares about the people and things he cares about, and he can't protect them well or do them.

He knelt down, picked up a booklet, paused for a while, and asked Shunhe, "How is the battle in Luojiang?"

"General Xiao has dispatched troops, and it will be a great victory in a few days."

Liu Changze closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and handed the folder in his hand to Shunhe, then said with deep and firm eyes, "Send it to Wensheren's residence in five days."

At any cost, he must get rid of the Liu family.

"Your subordinate obeys orders." Shun He thought of something, and said again: "Now Mr. Shen will retract all his confessions about his admiration for Lord Hou, and slander it as a last resort of being persecuted by Lord Hou. He will be released by the Holy Majesty, and the official will be reinstated..."

Ah Liang understood as soon as he heard it. He knew that Shun He was missing the point, so he immediately took the words to persuade him: "Master Hou has always cherished feathers and never allowed people to add fuel to matters between men and women. The cell was robbed and returned, I am afraid that if the rumors are confirmed, they will not be able to explain why in the future."

Liu Changze ignored them, but opened the white porcelain jar.

Shun He nodded in agreement, and persuaded: "Elder Ge was murdered by traitors in front of the Golden Luan Hall, causing an uproar in the court. The Holy Majesty has issued a death order for a thorough investigation, and it is bound to return the old man with justice! Now everyone is in danger, Why don't Lord Hou take advantage of this chaos to protect himself, and quietly send Mr. Shen back, so as to save you a lot of trouble."

And there was another faint weeping sound in the study room, Liu Changze did not agree to this matter.

That is the descendant of Taifu, he must take care of it.

He didn't understand when Shen had such a good relationship with Mr. Song Ge. He remembered the scene at that time, such a weak person with such great strength, he almost couldn't catch him.

He looked down, but saw a finger-sized yellow falcon woodcarving, half a silver-winged hairpin flower, and a note in the white porcelain jar.

It's full of love, and it's really affectionate.

He said, "There's no need to check."

He already knew how Shen communicated with Emperor Chengming.

No wonder Song Ge wanted to betroth his daughter to Shen Shi. He was originally a Bole who knew the horses, and his fat and water would not flow into the field of outsiders!

It's no wonder that Shen Shi saw Song Ge's death, and wished to replace him with his own body. I'm afraid that without Song Ge's life-saving talisman, Emperor Chengming would not dare to trust him!

Yellow Falcon, heh.

Liu Changze walked into the dormitory step by step, and some people made clever calculations, one person took down all the forces in the capital, the new party, the old party, him, and the Holy Son of Heaven, really amazing...

If it wasn't for that night in prison, Shen would know the old things so well, he even thought that the other party was an undercover agent trained by Song Ge and Emperor Cheng Ming, that's why he looked so much like the Taifu, even if he couldn't see him, he was exactly the same.

Taifu only has Jiangshan Sheji in his heart.

Shen Shi only had wealth and glory in his eyes.

As for him, he is no different from the Holy Son of Heaven, the new party, the old party, or his relatives.

"Feng An..." A weeping whisper escaped from the lips of Shen Shi, who was in a coma with a low fever.

Fengan?

Liu Changze was stunned, only to hear Shen Shi groan again like a wounded cub.

Liu Changze came back to his senses, maybe he dreamed that Mr. Song Ge was planning those things with him, or remembered Song Ge's life, and blurted out a sentence or two.

He stepped forward, but Shen Shi suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

That hand is well-articulated and thin, compared to the time at the Shangyuan Festival, it has lost more than a circle of weight.

Liu Changze pursed his lips, but he didn't move his hands away, instead he sat on the edge of the bed.

He was irritable, and he also hated Shen, but there was nothing he could do about Shen, the deal was done, did he really kill the only descendant of the Taifu?

Thinking of this, Liu Changze's hands were already wrapped around Shen Shi's neck.

He had thought of hurting this man no less than five hundred times.