On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

It was cold in mid-winter, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the bricks and tiles. The pines and cypresses in the courtyard were bent and bent by the falling snow, and the emerald green was hidden among them, so no prying eyes could be seen.The servant girl looked at the snowflakes fluttering and falling from the sky, thinking that this year is really cold, and how many people will freeze to death on the streets.

She stomped her feet, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to go to the kitchen to fill a bowl of hot soup, but who would have thought that she would see a young man in white sitting on the porch, and quickly ran forward: "Master, why are you sitting here, you are sick from the cold?" But how good!"

The boy was only eleven or twelve years old, but his stature was slack, he was taller than that little maid.Gongsun Zhuoyu was sitting on the steps, his mind was still a little confused, he was obviously sleeping with Du Lingchun in bed, why did he return to Jiangzhou when he opened his eyes.

Gongsun Zhuoyu touched his face, then looked at his immature hands, and found that this was his eleven or twelve-year-old appearance, thinking that he must be dreaming?

As if he didn't know the cold, he sat on the steps wondering, scratching his head, and tugging at the sleeves of his clothes, looking like he was suffering from some serious illness.

The servant girl was a little worried, and said timidly from the side: "Master? Master?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu came to his senses when he heard the words, subconsciously looked at her, and finally pointed at her with joy: "Xiaotao?"

Xiaotao hurriedly said, "What orders does the young master have?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu got up from the ground and patted the snow on his body: "It's nothing, I just didn't expect you to be pretty when you were young."

After he finished speaking, he looked around: "Where is the old lady?"

Xiaotao was stunned for a moment: "You want to ask Madam, right? She went to the county office to deliver food to the master, and she probably won't be back until later."

master?

When Gongsun Zhuoyu heard this long-lost address, he was stunned for a long time, and subconsciously lowered his head to look at his hand. The bone age was about 12 years old.I thought I was dreaming.My father passed away when I was nine years old, how could I live till now...

But even though it was a dream, it would be good if I could really meet him...

So Xiaotao saw Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly turn around and run out of the courtyard gate, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.She caught up with her skirt and said anxiously, "Master! Master! It's still snowing outside!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't hear it at all, he ran out of the house quickly, looked around, tried to identify the direction in the whiteness, and accidentally found two little beggars with gray faces huddled in front of his house, and he didn't pay attention.

"Child," Gongsun Zhuoyu brushed off the snow from his body, smiling freely, looking like a young man.He pointed to his home: "Go in to hide from the snow, there is a girl in a pink shirt inside, ask her to give you some hot steamed buns."

After speaking, he turned and ran towards the county government.

One of the beggars was a little girl. She hesitated to get up when she heard the words, but was pulled back by another beggar: "Sister, don't believe it."

It was a thin, sullen little boy with a pointed chin and a dirty face.With only one pair of slender eyes raised upwards, eyebrows flying into the temples, and pupils pitch-black, without saying a word, he has already led three points of the city, and at the same time, he is full of vigilance.

Hearing this, the little girl had no choice but to sit back and hugged him into her arms, and the two of them hugged each other to keep warm.His body was covered in falling snow, and even his eyelashes were white.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was already a little unfamiliar with Jiangzhou when he was a child, he ran for a long time before finding the Yamen, and went straight in.The yamen servant on duty recognized him and did not stop him.

Gongsun Zhuoyu subconsciously asked them, "Where's father?"

The yamen servant cupped his hands and said: "Your Excellency is interrogating the prisoner in prison, young master, why don't you go inside and wait for a while."

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't want to wait, what if he woke up from the dream.He said yes, but he sneaked directly to the door of the dungeon. Seeing this, the cell boss quickly stopped him: "Young master, you can't enter inside."

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "I'll look for my father, just take a look and leave."

The cell boss snatched him back: "Your Excellency is interrogating the prisoner who stole a few days ago, please don't make trouble."

A few days ago, the warehouse of a local family member in Jiangzhou was burglarized, and tens of thousands of taels of silver were stolen.Gongsun Lianjing captured the thief with tricks, and he is interrogating in prison, but he has not come out yet.

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "I just hid at the door and took a look, and didn't go in."

He has a stubborn temper, and the cell boss didn't dare to stop him by force, a wrong god, he actually ran in.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was quite familiar with the dungeon, he walked inside holding his nose, only to see an elegant man in a green official robe sitting behind the desk, holding a note to narrate the prisoner's confession, it was Gongsun Lianjing.

Opposite him is a prison cell, in which a young man wearing a white prison uniform is locked up. He said in an arrogant tone, "Grandpa will change his name and surname if he is willing to sit down, so is Uncle Shi Qianqiu, dog officer, if you have any tricks, just do it!" Use it!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu was going down the steps when he heard that one of them lost his footing and nearly fell to the ground.He hid in the dark and took a closer look, but saw that the man in the prison was Shi Qianqiu!

Oh my God.Gongsun Zhuoyu was shocked, the master was a chivalrous man, yet he would also do theft?

#It seems to have discovered some great secret#

Gongsun Lianjing was not angry at all, and calmly copied something, with correct handwriting: "Shi Qianqiu, you stole 2000 taels of silver from the Chen Mansion three days ago. According to Daye's law, you will be treated as a spine staff of sixty, tattooed and distributed to the army."

Shi Qianqiu snorted coldly: "If you have the ability, kill Grandpa!"

Gongsun Lianjing lightly put down his pen, and blew on the half-dried ink marks: "If you can return the silver, you can deal with it lightly, but it's a pity that you scattered all the silver to the poor people, and I'm afraid you won't be able to get it back. "

Shi Qianqiu didn't regret it at all, instead he laughed loudly: "The man surnamed Chen took advantage of the famine to raise the price of grain, made black-hearted money, and sold the old rotten rice to us, and now let him go bankrupt, it is also very satisfying!"

Gongsun Lianjing walked up to him with his hands behind his back: "This government knows that it has already punished him, but it's really not worth it for you to put yourself in it for this."

Shi Qianqiu didn't appreciate it: "It's nothing worth it, you can punish it if you want!"

Gongsun Lianjing was silent for a moment and said: "In this case, I will sentence you to six years in prison first. I heard that your mother is seriously ill. I will allow you to go back to bed and be a filial piety. You will come back and suffer the punishment after your mother is a hundred years old."

With a staff of sixty spines, even a man of iron can't stand it, so Gongsun Lianjing will be punished lightly.

Shi Qianqiu was stunned when he heard the words: "You..."

But Gongsun Lianjing didn't wait any longer, he folded up the confession, put it in his sleeve, ordered the cell boss to release Shi Qianqiu, turned around and left the dungeon.

He didn't seem to be worried at all that Shi Qianqiu would run away, or that he deliberately let the other party go, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't come back.

Gongsun Zhuoyu had already run out of the cell when Gongsun Lianjing turned around. He stood at the door, pretending to meet him by chance, and said in a surprised voice, "Father, why are you here!"

Gongsun Lianjing glanced at him: "This is the government office, why do you think I am here?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu sneered, thinking why his brain was not working well today, he scratched his head: "I just went to the dungeon."

Gongsun Lianjing raised his sleeves to block Feixue for him, and ordered his servants to get a cloak to tie on. He didn't seem surprised, and they walked outside together: "How, what did you see?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought he saw everything: "Father, isn't he afraid that the man will run away after returning home?"

Gongsun Lianjing didn't seem to care much: "Do you think he will come back?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu looked up at him, thinking he would.

Only a few years later, when Shi Qianqiu kept his promise and came back to be punished, Gongsun Lianjing could no longer bear the filth in the officialdom, so he resigned and went back to seclusion, and died in depression.

Seeing that he was silent, Gongsun Lianjing sighed lightly: "Let's go, it's cold outside, let's go home."

Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "Where's mother?"

Gongsun Lianjing patted him on the head: "Your mother returned to the mansion after delivering the meal. You must have run around and missed her."

Gongsun Zhuoyu let out a cry, and followed him step by step, like a child.The government office was not too far away, and Gongsun Lianjing seldom sat in a sedan chair, so the two of them walked all the way home.

In front of the vermilion gate, there were two little beggars huddled, but they had been frozen to the point where they felt completely numb, and the white snowflakes fell on their bodies, almost being covered by the snow.

When Gongsun Zhuoyu entered the door, he realized that something was wrong, and stepped back again. As expected, he saw that the two little beggars were still in the same place.I thought to myself that you are so stupid, no wonder you are a beggar, and when you are asked to go in and hide, you insist on squatting at the door.

He glanced at Gongsun Lianjing who had already entered, and reached out to pat the little girl: "Hey, are you still alive?"

The little girl's lips were purple from the cold, her teeth chattered, she nodded tremblingly, and hugged the little boy in her arms tightly.

Seeing this, Gongsun Zhuoyu took off the cloak on her body and covered her: "Let's go, go to my house to hide from the snow."

The little girl was terribly cold. Hearing this, she tried to stand up, but fell to the ground.The little boy in his arms was already frozen unconscious, and he fell on the snow without responding.

Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned and touched his forehead, but felt his hands were hot, and shouted: "Xiao Tao!"

Xiaotao ran out immediately: "Master, what's the matter?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu picked up the little boy from the ground, and signaled her to pick up the little girl: "Take them to my room, let the kitchen boil some cold medicine, and prepare some meals."

Xiaotao immediately understood what he meant, and hurriedly responded, hugged the girl up and brought the girl into the room in a hurry.

Probably because of the cold weather, the little beggar didn't smell bad.Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't dislike the rare thing, put the little boy on his bed, wrapped it with a quilt, and poured the hot soup to dispel the cold directly for him.

The little boy was not very old, but he was not too wary. He gritted his teeth tightly and couldn't open his mouth.Gongsun Zhuoyu could only break it open with force, but the harder he tried, the tighter the opponent's bite became.

The little girl was wrapped in a quilt on the other side to keep warm, but when she saw this, she quickly crawled to his side: "Brother! Brother!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu couldn't open his jaw, so he took a breath: "Why doesn't your brother open his mouth?"

The little girl didn't speak, and said after a while: "He was stuffed with dirty mud in his mouth by those bad beggars..."

He is not vicious, he is afraid...

Gongsun Zhuoyu paused when he heard the words, and unconsciously slowed down his tone: "What's your name?"

The little girl's voice was dull: "Aqiu."

This name is so common that there are three servant girls named Aqiu in the house.

Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "Where's your brother?"

Little girl: "Ah Chun..."

It's simple enough.

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't ask any more questions, let the little boy lean on his shoulder, patted him on the back, and relaxed his strength.Wait for the medicine to warm up before feeding it into his mouth.

The little boy's vision was blurred and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he gritted his teeth instinctively.

Gongsun Zhuoyu lied to him: "Open your mouth, I'll feed you rice cakes."

His embrace was warm and thick, with a faint fragrance of pine ink, coupled with the gentle voice, it made people let go of their guards unconsciously.The little boy finally loosened his jaw a little, but what he poured into his mouth was not rice cakes, but warm and bitter concoction.

It was so bitter that he didn't want to drink it,

But it was too cold, so he drank it anyway.

Gongsun Zhuoyu fed the whole bowl of medicine, then touched his forehead: "Child, are you feeling better?"

The embrace was so comfortable that people didn't want to open their eyes. The little boy fell into a drowsy sleep without responding.The gloomy eyebrows and eyes also looked cute.

Seeing this, Gongsun Zhuoyu put him back on the bed, covered him tightly with the quilt, thinking that he would be fine after sleeping and sweating.He told Xiaotao to take good care of her, while he went to the front yard to find Gongsun Lianjing.

He still thought it was a dream and wanted to stay with his father for a while, but he didn't wake up until the sun went down.

Gongsun Zhuoyu went back to his room and sat on the stone steps by the door, feeling a little depressed.Could it be that he really traveled through time, wouldn't he still have to take the imperial examination to become an official, and wait ten or eight years before meeting Du Lingchun?

isn't it...

Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly had a headache, and was hesitating whether to bump into the pillar to see if he was dreaming, but he heard a movement behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that little boy came out at some time, looking at him with gloomy eyes. looking at myself--

Of course, it may not be gloomy, the other party's eyes are naturally like this.

Gongsun Zhuoyu patted his clothes, walked up to him and knelt down: "Child, why don't you go in and lie down?"

The little boy stared at him, clenched the corners of his clothes with both hands, and lowered his head. For some reason, he just kept silent.

Gongsun Zhuoyu always felt that he was very familiar, the kind who couldn't put it into words, and asked, "Want to find your sister?"

The little boy nodded. Although he was a beggar, he had soft brows and eyes, delicate like a girl.

Seeing his bare feet, Gongsun Zhuoyu picked him up from the ground: "Your sister is in the next room, I'll take you to find her."

He is a rich man, wearing a clean white fox fur coat, smelling lightly of spices, he is incompatible with a dirty little beggar.

Gongsun Zhuoyu wrapped his cloak around him and went to the next door. Who would have thought that Xiao Tao was bathing Ah Qiu, so she had to stand outside the door and wait.He hugged the little boy without letting go, and touched the other's sunken belly through the cloak: "Are you hungry?"

The little boy has a sharp temperament and is as unapproachable as a hedgehog, but at this moment he is inexplicably obedient.Holding Gongsun Zhuoyu's collar, he said a word in a hoarse voice: "Hungry."

Gongsun Zhuoyu asked him: "What do you want to eat, roast chicken or roast duck?"

The little boy was silent for a while, then pursed his lips and whispered two words: "Rice Cake..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu paused when he heard the words, and looked at him subconsciously. He felt more and more familiar with the dirty face of the other party. He unconsciously raised his hand and pulled down the little boy's skirt, but saw a bright red cinnabar mole on the other side's neck. .

"..."

After a lengthy silence, Gongsun Zhuoyu finally said slowly: "Oh, then..."

He said, "Then eat rice cakes..."

The snow outside blows into the corridor, blowing the corners of his white clothes into a curve.

Gongsun Zhuoyu remembered,

It turned out that they had met before.

Not only in Yongjing's seven-year imperial prison,

There is also the scene of the old year when Jiangzhou was snowing heavily...