My Beloved

The summer heat in June is strong, and the wind is like waves on the face. Bazhou is located at the junction of Outland and Central Plains, and it is lively and prosperous.

A caravan of camels passed all the way, one long one after another, blocking the pedestrians passing by, waiting for a long time and could not finish, just happened to meet the team to welcome the relatives, waiting for a long time and can not wait, detour and afraid of mistakes When auspicious, he became anxious.

The caravan’s foreigners murmured a bunch of words, but didn’t understand a word. The two teams yelled at each other. The street vendors are not surprised. This is a common occurrence, and dredging can take a long time.

Last time, the three caravans of Outland were jammed together, and they blushed and yelled for a long time, and even the camels waited for them to fall asleep.

Pedestrians on the street are shoulder to shoulder, the stream is endless, and the bones pass all the way to the long arch bridge across the river.

Looking at the water pavilion on the shore in the distance, his eyes turned slightly, flashing a little impatiently.

After getting off the long bridge, turning over a few alleys and entering an old courtyard, the bone raised his hand and buckled the chai gate a few times in a regular manner.

No one answered, there was no sound, not even footsteps. After a while, the door opened. A farmer, seeing a trace of panic on the bones, hurriedly lowered his head, "Elder Bai."

Bones handed the square wooden box in his hand and went straight into the house.

The man took it and stretched out his hand to blow a loud bird's song on his lips. Suddenly a figure appeared in the dark, and he took the box and sent it to the dark factory without stopping.

As soon as the bones entered the lobby and sat down, two people quickly came in and knelt down together, their foreheads were extremely respectful.

The bones looked at the kneeling people in tandem, and said nothing.

The atmosphere in the room slowly became serious, and the two kneeling did not dare to move, and even their breathing was lightened subconsciously.

No one can touch the bottom line of the martial arts of a sitting person so far, and he has no conscience. Even the crying baby is only as light as a cabbage in the eyes of this person, and it really has to be scary.

After a long period of silence, the white bones spoke flatly, "You haven't moved at all for three months. Even if an elderly man is surrounded by experts, he can't have the slightest chance."

The person kneeling in front heard the words with a solemn expression, and only after a moment did he have the courage to raise his head, "He...he is a good official, and everything he does as an official is for the people. If even someone like him..."

If even someone like him died violently, who would dare to be an upright official that day?

In this way, working for the people all their lives, but in the end, they are violent in the wilderness. How many officials will give up their original beliefs and succumb to the darkness?

But before he finished speaking, he was hit hard by the half-out scabbard, and the whole person was knocked to the door, and fell to the ground like a rag. The other person didn't even lift his eyes from start to finish. .

Ghost Seventeen vomited blood as soon as he landed, clutching his chest and daring not to delay a moment, he hurriedly crawled back to his original position and kneel down, his brows were clear and righteous, and there was a hint of ridiculous pity between them. This kind of thing can appear anywhere, except that it cannot appear in the dark factory, in front of people who cannot understand it.

Bai Bone retracted the sword and looked for a long while, then suddenly said indifferently: "Remember where you are in the Seventeen Ghosts row?"

"...The seventeenth."

"the last one."

Ghost Seventeen's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression was a little worried.

Bone's eyes lifted slightly, his eyes were cold, "Remember how I climbed up?"

Gui Seventeen's fingers contracted unconsciously, and his body collapsed. It took a while before he replied, "Remember."

The bones are full of sarcasm, and the tone is flat and uncomfortable, "Of course, you have to remember how many people have stepped on the blood to get to this position, don't remember how to thank others?"

Ghost Seventeen's complexion turned red, and his heart was very uncomfortable. Although he can't remember clearly, he still has memories of his youth. Unlike the white bones who grew up in a dark factory, they don't have any conscience, humanity, kindness and righteousness. Cold-blooded monsters don't. Understand.

"Do you know the difference between you and No. 1?"

Gui Shiqi knelt straight, his expression calm and not nervous, but the sweat from the tip of his nose betrayed him.

The bone stretched out his hand and gently drew out the sword on the case, "That is he will be no one to replace for a while, and you...not necessary." As soon as the voice fell, his fingertips lightly flicked on the sword blade and swung out. The clear sound implies inner strength, and the kneeling person can't bear the pressure, and there is a slight bleeding in his ears.

"If you don't like this position, there are so many people who want to climb up, and I... won't mind sending you away personally."

Ghost Seventeen's scalp numb, and the whole person tense to the extreme, and he eagerly said: "This time it is about the teacher of the emperor. The masters are all there. The subordinates dare not act rashly, lest they provoke the emperor for the factory ."

The bones looked at him quietly, his eyes were extremely pale, like a puppet with no humanity, and suddenly the corners of his mouth moved slightly, sneered.

Ghost Seventeen blushed at the words, only to feel deeply insulted, as if he had become a two-faced villain.

Under the water pavilion, the water of the lake flows slowly, fishes are wandering leisurely, and the birds on the water flies to the garden trees on the shore.

Bai Bone stood on the stone bridge and looked at the water pavilion far away.

The emperor showed great importance to this teacher, and sent so many people to protect him. It would be extremely time-consuming to let him die without knowing it.

Ghost Seventeen stood a few steps behind the bones, and respectfully said: "The servants in the water pavilion have already mixed in most of them, and our people are everywhere. Wang Jinsheng loves to watch shadow puppets. I have mixed in with him as an old man. The dark guards did not leave, and could not wait for the opportunity to kill him with a single blow.

In the past few days, another acquaintance of your family has arrived, and the guards around him are extremely vigilant, and you can find out a little bit of trouble. We can only stand still. "

"Wang Jinsheng is very old, and he is upright in a high position. The emperor dares to admonish him when he makes mistakes, so that he can be a teacher of right and wrong, and he will inevitably offend others.

The son of your family, Jin Gui, was dissatisfied and lost his square inch under drunkenness. It is only commonplace to hurt people to death with a wrong hand. This matter is clearly set before the eyes of those masters, and the emperor will naturally believe..." The bones touch the bridge. , Looked at the distance lightly, his expression calmly seemed to be saying something that was doomed.

In the distance, there were two people descending down the corridor of the water pavilion, both of them were outstanding.

The old man is kind and kind, but he is old and awkward. The official force makes the culprits not dare to look directly, and he feels flustered when he sees; while the young plain clothes and the complex patterns on the mouth of the leader of the clothes are more and more clear and jade. Of course.

"Since you are back, you should go back and see your father when you are free. He remembers you very much."

The young man laughed without saying a word, and began to talk, "If the adult resigns and returns to his hometown, the saint must be sad and worried."

"Holy Grace Rumble, the old officials can't bear it when they are old. The court needs you young people, and I should have retired long ago. This time, I have taken away the great troubles of eunuchs forming party and selfishness, and it is a big deal."

"The **** is the closest minister of the emperor. It is inevitable that he will lose his clarity because of his closeness, and he will recover when he is absent. It is not clean at all. There is no adult to look after him. The older the emperor, the more biased he will be."

Wang Jinsheng didn't expect him to say so, and after retiring, he did not find a suitable person to recommend him to the sage. This time he did not return to his hometown for this reason.

There are no officials in the DPRK who dare to remonstrate, the old officials only focus on protecting themselves, and the new officials are not stable enough to say.

The saint is also a human being, even in the Qing Ming Dynasty, it is inevitable to be confused for a while. In the high position, a small step is wrong, but for the people, it is not a bit unbearable.

Wang Jinsheng calmly looked at the fore and future, he was extraordinary in seeing, and his expression was calm, even if he was older than him, he might not be so calm. He decided to keep people for more observation and observation, if he could be recommended. It is also a pleasure to give to the Lord.

"Where do you plan to go next?"

Hearing this, Qin Zhi looked at the lake, and the beautiful scenery of the sky and water in the distance made people linger. He bowed his hand slightly and replied slowly: "Since I have come to Bazhou, I will naturally have to disturb the adults for a few days."

Wang Jinsheng twisted his beard with a smile, "It's so good. Bazhou's cloth shadow opera has been well-known for a long time. Let's take a look at it together at night."

The author has something to say: Bones: "The work must be implemented, not half-hearted, but to keep up with the leadership and complete the indicators given by the leadership."

Ghost Seventeen: "Yes, Elder!"

Dan Qingshou: "The direction is wrong, you are in the wrong direction! Hey! Alas, the seedlings are good seedlings, but it's a pity that they are planted in the wrong place."

Bones: "All obstacles must be removed, including chatter."

Ghost Seventeen: "Yes, Elder!"

Hand up and down, the author died.