Since I heard my father talk about it, the children who went to Beijing together have been stolen. Zhao Hao couldn't help but think of the knight who was chased by a group of people; There are also those men in strong suits who are under the banner of Ying Tianfu and have entered the Beijing carriage and horse......

There was something unusual about that day. What happened to the sons of Yingtian, will it be the follow-up to that day?

Thinking about it like this, Zhao Hao sighed in his heart. Secretly, you can't relax your vigilance just because you live in Zhao Jin's house, you have to let Gao Wu and them strengthen their vigilance, just in case.

"By the way, you went to the Wu Mansion today, what progress did you hear?" I only heard Zhao Shouzheng ask him.

"It's not so fast, it's been busy a year ago, and it's not easy to rush people." Zhao Hao shook his head and buried his guess in his heart, trying not to affect the candidate's psychological state.

"Alas, well. This time it was so bad to enter Beijing, I made an appointment with the public in the same year, and I would go to Baiyunguan to burn incense and pray for blessings another day. Zhao Shouzheng said and asked, "Are you going?" ”

Zhao Hao shook his head, he had never been interested in burning incense and worshipping the Buddha, so it was better to tease Haigang Peak when he had that time.

Wang Wuyang and Hua Shuyang didn't believe in gods and Buddhas anymore since they took that lesson in Yuhuatai, so they naturally shook their heads. It is also said that he wants to serve the master at home.

Wang Yongji is a Fujian lifter, so it is naturally not good to get together with Ying Tianjuzi, so he also declined.

Zhao Shouzheng had no choice but to pout: "Then I'll go with them myself." ”

~~

At the same time, in the meditation room of Anhua Temple in the outer city.

The manager of the hemp firewood was blackening his face, listening to his subordinates report on the progress of the search.

"Chief, our men have searched twenty-six of the residences of the thirty lifters that day, but they still haven't found it." The subordinate trembled.

"What about the other four? Why don't you search it together and report it again? With a thick nasal voice, Mr. Chai resisted the urge to kill.

"Those four people are a little tricky, and three of them live in Guangluqing's house. There is also a person surnamed Wu, who is the nephew of Shuntian Fucheng, who lives in Wufucheng's house, so we don't dare to mess around. The subordinate said, glancing at the man in civilian clothes beside Mr. Chai.

The man was the official of the Shuntian Mansion who set up a card outside the city that day, and when he heard this, he said: "It's really tricky." ”

"You'll have to find me the tricky one!" Mr. Chai didn't care about it: "If you can't find something, you can't run any of them!" ”

The pusher secretly called him unlucky, so he had to persuade patiently: "I know that your subordinates are highly skilled, and it is useless how strict the precautions of their official residence are. But once the home of these third- and fourth-grade adults is stolen, it will definitely make a fuss. Especially our Shaofu, we have already paid attention to the theft of the lifting son before. If this time, the nephews who live in his house are all stolen, Wu Shaofu will definitely connect the two things, he is not easy to fool, I am afraid that he will find out about our affairs when the time comes......"

After a pause, he said again: "Besides, these days have passed, and that thing has not leaked out." Explain that the thing may not be with them, or they may not know that it exists. Let's rush to startle the snake, I'm afraid that it will be exposed......"

"Well......" The official said something badly, and the chief manager Chai was finally persuaded, nodded and said in a muffled voice: "Come on, Wu Fuyin's side will not move for now, focus on Guangluqing's house, and see the opportunity before starting." ”

"Okay." As long as he didn't mess with his immediate boss, the pusher was not so flustered, so he nodded and did not object.

~~

The next day, coinciding with the winter solstice, officials rested.

Speaking of which, the difference in the welfare of officials in this dynasty can be said to be the worst in all dynasties.

Don't mention it, just talk about vacations. Initially, under workaholic Zhu Yuanzhang, officials had only three legal holidays a year — New Year's Day, the winter solstice, and his old man's birthday.

Later, Zhu Di couldn't look at it and ordered the winter solstice holiday to be extended to three days, and the Shangyuan Festival was another ten days off. His grandson Zhu Zhanji extended the New Year's Day holiday to five days, plus the birthday of the emperor of the current dynasty, these nineteen days are all the official holidays of the Ming Dynasty.

The Beijing officials, who have been busy all winter, are looking forward to these three days off, and they all seize the time to call friends, feast and meet friends, and relax.

The door to Hai Rui's house remained closed.

Seeing that Haida people will not go out today, those supporters who are waiting to guard the door are waiting to disperse.

saw a young man in brocade Shi Shiran coming over, knocking on the closed door of Hai Rui's house as if he were knocking on the door.

"Alas, Zhao Gongzi is useless, he won't let you in." Wang Yongji was also in the crowd, so he naturally recognized the young man and said with a sigh.

The crowd nodded their heads, and if knocking on the door helped, why did they wait outside the door all day?

At this time, a crack opened in the door of Hai Rui's house, and the old servant showed half of his face, looked at Zhao Hao and said, "What does this son have to do?" If you just want to see my lord, please go back, my lord is not a guest. ”

"I'm not here to see your master." Zhao Hao smiled slightly and said, "I'm here to see your master's doctor." ”

When everyone outside the door heard this, they couldn't help but boo, they saw Hai Qingtian's body and bones were good yesterday, how could there be any disease?

"Childe, don't be kidding." The old servant pulled his face down and tried to close the door.

But Gao Wu had already taken the first step, pressing the two door panels with his hands, and the old servant couldn't close it with all the strength to eat.

Zhao Hao didn't hurry to take out a piece of paper from his sleeve, handed it to the old servant and said, "This is your master's symptoms, you might as well show it to him to see if this son is wrong." ”

The old servant couldn't close the door, so he had to let go of his hand, took the manuscript paper and glanced at it, he couldn't help but be stunned.

After a while, the old servant woke up like a dream under Zhao Hao's urging, and quickly turned around and went in.

Only then did everyone outside the door believe that Zhao Hao really had two brushes, and they couldn't help but stand still, waiting for the follow-up with anxiety.

Although not all of them were as keen as Wang Yongji, when they saw the old servant's reaction, they couldn't help but worry about whether Lord Hai was really sick.

After a long while, the old servant went and returned, opened the courtyard door and said, "This son, my lord is invited." ”

Zhao Hao nodded, and smiled at Gao Wu: "You stay here, you don't have to follow up." ”

Gao Wu nodded, and when Zhao Hao followed the old servant in, he blocked the door of Hai Rui's house like a door god.

In fact, Zhao Hao was too worried, these are people who really admire Hai Rui outside, and there is no illegitimate meal for trespassing on private houses. Now they think that Hai Rui is really sick, and they will only sincerely pray for Hai Daren to recover soon, so how can they break in and disturb the treatment?

~~

After Zhao Hao entered the door, he saw that it was just a small courtyard house, which was similar to the regulations of his old residence in Caijia Lane. But it's only half the size of your own, and it's not very good.

After a closer look, he found that it was originally a fence to divide a complete courtyard into two houses, no wonder it was so awkward.

Seeing him looking at the abrupt wall, the old servant didn't know what his psychology was, and explained: "The official residence of Dali Temple is nervous, so it can only be like this." Otherwise, my lord can't afford to live in this Chunsong Hutong. ”

Zhao Hao nodded in understanding, and followed the old servant into the hall.

There were curtains drawn in the hall, and there was no stove, and it was as dark as an ice cellar, and Zhao Hao couldn't help but shudder when he entered, feeling that it was colder here than outside.

But what was even colder was Hai Rui's gaze.

Zhao Hao saw him sitting upright on a chair, holding the piece of paper in his hand, looking at himself steadily.

At that moment, Zhao Hao finally knew that there were really murderous eyes in this world.

He had the urge to turn and run away......

"Who wrote this poem?" But it was too late, because Hai Rui had already opened his mouth to ask.

"Me." Hearing the exhaustion and heartbreak in Hai Rui's voice, Zhao Hao finally calmed down and said with a faint smile:

"That day, when I saw that Hai Gong was like a walking corpse, I wrote this clumsy poem as a gift."

As he spoke, he pushed the two doors open to the maximum, letting in the sunlight outside.

The sun shone on Hai Rui's patched robe, and on the piece of paper in his hand.

I saw that the paper was written:

'The lonely shadow in the sky is flying high, and the remnant sun of Ezhu is bloody. What is the pearl sinking in the blue sea, and the brilliant sky is covered with clouds. The west wind is bleak and the autumn sound is tight, and the geese are sad and the twilight is deep.

Just for the sake of the Holy Dynasty to get rid of the barnyard government, how can you cherish this body. It is difficult to find Fengque Lianxiaohan, and he looks at Beichen with tears in his eyes. Gongche Yan drove the saint Rongyuan, and took care of the filial piety of loyal ministers.

The two sons are desolate under their knees, and they mourn the old forest of black magpies. can't die all loyal, there are still white-haired people in Xuantang. There is a public opinion on right and wrong, so why ask ghosts and gods nagging? ’

ps. The second update of the guarantee is delivered, and whether this poem was copied or not, I wrote it, and asked Brother Qingheng to polish it. Although after Brother Qingheng finished the change, I can't find the original shadow...... Brother Qingheng is mighty, ask for a monthly pass! Recommended Ticket!