Hypocrites

"What should I do now?" Liang Heng was worried, "The whereabouts of the bone ring are unknown, and I still can't feel at ease."

Don't look at Qiu Zhiyuan and Tong Fang standing still right now, just because they hold a thunderbolt in their hands, when the time comes to tear their faces, it may not be Liang Heng who will suffer.

Shen Yu comforted him: "It's useless to be anxious. Since it's not in the hands of Liang Huang, it must be in the hands of one of the Sanchang attendants. Even if you dig three feet, I'll find it for you. Besides, a bone ring, what is it? How much is unknown."

Liang Heng said: "They must still have witnesses in the Zhangshan Prince's Mansion."

Shen Yu was quiet for a while, then laughed: "If there is anything else you want to say, finish it in one breath."

"There is also Xinzhou," Liang Heng said sadly, "What is Qiu Zhiyuan going to do to him? And the accounts of Penglai Court..."

After speaking, he kept sighing.

"Thinking so much, can you sleep?" Shen Yu asked with a smile.

"I can't sleep," Liang Heng said, "What kind of incense did you light? It's killing people. If Xinzhou isn't here, you have to leave. I just can't control it..."

Shen Yu supported the back of his head, delicately moved between his lips and tongue, brushed his fingers across the jaw line, and pinched his chin.The kiss was very deep, Liang Heng whimpered for a while, closed his eyes, in the quiet night, all senses were magnified.Gentle, intimate, five colors bloom like fireworks, filling his mind, and instantly squeeze out all the complicated troubles.

"Go to bed now, I will have good dreams tonight," Shen Yu pinched his earlobe, "Tomorrow we will still be on duty as a station guard, and I will come early in the morning."

Liang Heng grabbed his sleeve.

"There will be a solution, don't worry." Shen Yu left with his hands, the bed curtains hanging down layer by layer.Liang Heng saw his looming figure behind the gauze tent, and stopped by the beast stove, the incense broke.There is a gap in the Linghua window pane, and the night wind pours in, dispelling the strong fragrance.

During the rainy season, the Zhuo River was flooded, and the flood peaks of the Fuyang River backflowed. Huaiyin, Guangling, Yingchuan and other places along the way were severely affected. state county.

In the Yingchuan office, Shu Zuotai, which houses the official documents of the imperial court, is low-lying and has serious water seepage. Several chief clerks are working together to rescue the documents.The heavy rain continued, and there was a shortage of manpower at this time. There were not many people in the office, the gate was wide open, and there was chaos in and out.Song Zhuji was old, and he struggled to lift the bookcase, but he couldn't take it anymore, and suddenly someone came to help in the rain.

"Thank you very much!"

The two carried the box into the court together and put it in storage for now.

Helping the man wipe off the rainwater from his face, Master Song took a look: "Ah? You, you are Song Jun?"

This person is in a mess, it is Song Jun, he has been running around for days, he is even more unkempt than when he was in Wangdu, his trouser legs are all muddy, he seems to have trekked all the way along the flood area.He doesn't look like a scholar at all, he is really tired and downcast.However, his eyes are bright, and they shine like a mirror, radiating vigorous energy, which is awe-inspiring.

"Uncle," Song Jun said, "I'm back to Yingchuan."

Song Jun's hometown is in Yingchuan. He went to Ruyang to study and lived there for almost ten years.Song Zhuji and him are in the same family. He taught him how to read and write when he was young, and watched him grow up.

"It's good to come back...why at this time?"

Song Jun hurriedly said: "Save the book first!"

It was too late to reminisce about the old days, so he hurriedly threw himself into the official document rescue.Finally, after a lot of tossing, it can be regarded as moving all the important scrolls to the court to avoid the flood.Bamboo slips and wooden slips are soaked in water, and the ink disappears, not to mention silk scripts and hemp paper, which are more precious than people, and several chief reporters have also suffered from waterlogging, so they have to settle these important documents and letters first.

"Thank you very much!"

"Thanks to this young man!"

Several chief reporters thanked Song Jun repeatedly, and Uncle Song said: "This is my nephew from the same family!"

Everyone suddenly realized, and hurriedly and nonchalantly praised a few words about the success of the young man, to make room for his uncle and nephew.

"What are you doing back at this time? There was a flood in Yingchuan, everyone ran out! Aren't you living in Ruyang with your parents?"

Song Jun said in a low voice: "After Mr.'s accident, I will take my parents to other counties to live temporarily."

When Song Jun was young, he often worshiped Ruyang Shen Jin as his teacher, at that time he was regarded as the best seedling of the Song clan, when the news came back, his relatives were beating gongs and drums and it was lively for several days.But the world is unpredictable.

Song Zhuji didn't know what to say for a moment, and patted Song Jun's rain-wet shoulder sympathetically.

"Let's not talk about that," Song Jun cheered up, "I came back to Yingchuan because I wanted to check a few documents at Shuzuotai. I don't know if uncle has any impression. Regarding the land population tax, the annual payment status."

Song Zhuji said: "Ah, you want to check this, but there is..." He raised a finger to the sky.

Household books and land taxes in all prefectures and counties are in the hands of the Sino-Agricultural Department and Hucao officials. If you want to borrow one or two of them, you must have approval.Or hold the position of sheriff or above.Otherwise, it is easy to show it to others. Needless to say, Song Zhuji will also be held accountable.

"If it is reported for approval," Song Jun said, "I don't know if we will have to wait for several months, and we will have to check it layer by layer, so I will startle the snake. Therefore, I deliberately visited various government offices along the river bank. Many officials have fled, and half of the government office is submerged in the mud , no one is in charge of entering and exiting. I checked all the way, and now I have arrived at Yingchuan."

Song Jun stretched out his palm and covered Secretary Song's finger pointing to the sky, as if to avoid people's eyes.Song Zhuji looked at his nephew's scruffy but energetic face, and felt a premonition that the rain was about to come.

Half an hour later, Song Jun covered his head with his sleeves, rushed into the rain, and instantly disappeared among the refugees who left their hometown with their families.

"It's still raining, and your nephew left?" The colleague wrung out his clothes and sat down.

In front of Song Zhuji, a few volumes of damp hemp paper documents were spread out, the ink on them was smeared, and the edges of the characters were blurred.He stared at these few tax documents that few people paid attention to, and he knew that there were some things that everyone in the world knew, but the people in the public office didn't know, or pretended not to know.When one day everyone stops pretending, the sun above their heads will change.

Song Zhuji shook his head and said, "Hurry up and go home, lest it rain again on the way."

Dark clouds enveloped the Fuyang River, and it was very weak when it reached the sky above the capital city of Dewang.There was a few splashes, and the sun cleared again. The scrolls stored in Tianlu Pavilion were damp, and they were moved out to the square to bask in the sun. Liang Heng also moved the office tables outside the main hall.

The hundreds of steps leading to the sky in Tianlu Pavilion are covered with scrolls layer by layer. Liang Heng and Shen Yu inspected the scrolls step by step, with great interest.

There is also a tail that cannot be shaken off.

Liang Heng sighed in frustration.Siji leaned forward and said, "Why is Your Majesty so worried?"

Liang Heng said: "Seeing your face makes me upset."

Siji chuckled, and sure enough, he retreated beyond the third step, but he didn't go far, his eyes followed Liang Heng all the time.

Liang Heng couldn't help frowning, Shen Yu leaned over and picked up a volume: "Yu Gong? Do you sometimes read these books?"

Liang Heng withdrew his attention and said, "Do you think I look like me? The scriptures collected by the royal family for several generations, when the army was defeated and crossed the Zhuo River in the south, the former king ordered the burning of the books, and only these were left after the [-] scriptures were burned. Wangdu. It's a pity that I don't like to read ancient books, and I can't understand them. The characters are human characters, but the words are not human words."

Shen Yu laughed: "Originally, ancient books were written in Zhou script. Later, there were Xiaozhuan and Lishu, and the fonts of today's people are even more different. Today's ancient scripts use modern characters to explain ancient characters, and modern meanings to explain ancient meanings. Among them, the authentic ones Three points, seven points for fakes, it is puzzling to read."

"I don't understand anyway," Liang Heng said, "If you like it, just take it back."

There was a din of people, a convoy came from the direction of Dongyemen, and went straight to Tianlu Pavilion.

The two looked at each other and looked together.Liang Heng narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Who is the one at the head?"

Who else could it be, with a sword on his right waist and a plaque on his left waist, with a face that is unparalleled in the world, it is the eldest son Duan who has been honored by the noble family for his outstanding family background at a young age.

The convoy came under the ladder and saluted the emperor one after another.

"Your Majesty, the Taiwan Pavilion also needs to publish official documents. I will borrow your Fengshui treasure land for use, please approve it!"

Shen Yu had a little impression of the person who spoke, it seemed to be Sili Xiaowei Yang Xi, who was a staunch supporter of the prime minister when Liang Heng convened all the ministers to discuss peace talks with the Northern Kingdom.Whenever Duan Xiang said yes, he was, and Duan Xiang was not, and he was not. If Duan Xiang neither said yes nor said no, he would mention the prime minister and say what was difficult to say.

The person is young and looks very energetic.

"Yes!" Liang Heng replied.

The petty officials began to move books from the cart, and Yang Xi and another official supervised the work.Duan Yanling supported his saber to go up the steps, his face was still not very lively.It is conceivable that Liang Heng almost thought that he just passed by on the night of the ruined temple. Pulling back before the gate of hell is not so easy to cultivate.

Liang Heng said: "Aren't you recuperating at home? Uncle even specially asked for leave for you."

Duan Yanling looked at Shen Yu, stretched his shoulders and pushed him away, and Shen Yu politely stepped aside.

"You know, why don't you come to see me? You don't want to come to see me, so I have to come to see you, to see how much meat and hair you lost during your trip."

Liang Heng hurriedly kept silent, his eyes wandered to Siji's side, making sure that he didn't hear.

Duan Yanling raised his hand, as if he wanted to pinch the back of Liang Heng's neck, or touch his face. In the end, he was worried about being in front of others, so he didn't do what he wanted. He said depressedly: "Why did you change people? So the dumb one? Although it's not very good , it’s better to be dumb and pleasing to the eye.”

Liang Heng pouted.

Two officials came up to the stage.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

The other person, Shen Yu, didn't know him, and upon hearing Liang Heng's greeting, he turned out to be Xu Yu, who had replaced Wang Xia as Situ.Xu Zhuan was also an official highly recommended by the prime minister.

Liang Heng said: "The two Qing families have worked hard. Today is supposed to be a rest, so we can arrange for the officials to do the posting of the books."

"It's not hard work, it's a matter of duty." Xu Chen laughed.

"The sun is too hot," Yang Xi said considerately, "Your Majesty, let's go down to the eaves."

The two officials, one on the left and the other on the right, hugged Liang Heng into the wind and rain corridor, and Siji from the audience immediately wanted to follow.

In the corridor, several palms fanned the yellow door, standing in front of the hall, still far away.Duan Yanling played with his gentleman's sword and leaned against Ping Lan to guard it for them.

"Your Majesty," Yang Xi said softly, "It's not difficult to bring down Chang Shilang. These three people are so powerful that they never know how to restrain themselves. The things they commit are such as killing people for no money, selling officials for money, I don't know how many things. But it took a long time For too long, no one cares about these criminal evidences, files, personal and physical evidence, etc., not to mention that there is no clue to find it, I am afraid that it has been dealt with tightly."