After that, he looked at Yao Qi meaningfully, but he didn't see any shyness on her face, she didn't even blush, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Of course, Yao Qi didn't blush, she raised her eyebrows, and said seriously: "That's natural, adults are born with such a shocking appearance, and the lower officials still feel that the flower and wine are less." ”

The wind in the spring night was gentle and gentle, blowing away the wisps of floating clouds, the moonlight was soft, and the faces of the people reflected were soft and warm.

Han Changwan listened to Yao Qi's words, instead of being annoyed, he laughed inexplicably, he looked at Yao Qi in the moonlight, her eyebrows and eyes were set off extremely soft and moist, revealing a completely different softness from usual.

His heart throbbed.

He felt that he was really going crazy, Yao Qi played him in the front, and then he forgave her not only so easily, but also had some delusions.

Yao Qi looked at Han Changdu's deep eyes, and a chill suddenly rose on her back, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

What kind of bad idea did this person hold, he still hated her so much that he gritted his teeth in front of her, and he hated to kill her quickly, but then he changed his face again, and he was gentle, and there was even a deep meaning in his eyebrows that made people blush and heartbeat.

She took a few steps back quietly, this is a smiling tiger who eats people and does not spit out bones, it is better to stay away.

At the end of March, the weather is gradually warmer, the sun is bright and clear, the spring breeze is warm and warm, the green trees and grass in Chang'an City are full of vitality, the peach is scorching and moist, and the flowers are red and willow green are blooming wantonly and intensely.

An inconspicuous gray shed carriage passed through the streets and alleys, stopped in front of the gate of Jinchangfang, the coachman who was driving was slightly dark, his eyes were extremely bright, he did not speak, only knocked the wheel with a horsewhip.

The curtain moved, and a slender and beautiful little guy jumped out of the car, and reluctantly stretched out his hand to the slightly moving curtain, and then a hand with distinct bones and a slight callouse stretched out from the car, and gently put it on the hand of the little guy.

The person in the car looked like a man who had practiced martial arts all year round and was particularly powerful.

Such carriages can be seen everywhere in Jinchangfang, especially when the morning is bright, the ladies let the carriage stop at the gate of the workshop, get off the car in twos and threes, and then walk into the workshop to show piety.

There is a prestigious temple in this square, called the Temple of Mercy and Grace, this temple is different from the Temple of Recommended Blessings, it is not a royal temple, the rules are not so strict and impersonal, and it will not be closed at every turn because the people of the royal family enter the temple to incense, so the people usually enter the incense and pray for blessings, most of them are willing to seek near and far, and they all come to this Temple of Mercy and Grace.

Although the incense of Ci'en Temple is prosperous, but Jinchangfang is far away from the imperial city and the six departments, the livelihood in the workshop is not very prosperous, and the houses are cheap, and many scholars who enter Beijing to take the exam also choose to rent a house here to live temporarily.

It is mainly close to the Buddha, which is convenient for temporarily holding the Buddha's feet.

The man in the carriage of the gray shed took the hand of the little man and stepped out of the carriage.

The man was thin, his face was pale, his eyes were a little dull, and there were two blue-gray marks under his eyes.

As soon as he let go of the car, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times as if it was in the wind, and two abnormal flushes appeared on his pale face.

This man turned out to be a tuberculosis ghost.

As soon as he got out of the car, he coughed so much that he couldn't straighten his waist, this hour was the time when there were the most people in Jinchangfang, and everyone saw him like this

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They all dodged like ghosts, and avoided it.

The man didn't realize it, holding the hand of the little guy with one hand, and covering his mouth with a handkerchief with the other, and walked in

Jinchang Fangzhong.

The little servant noticed something from the man's warm palm, he was extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly broke free a few times, but he didn't break free, and couldn't help but whisper angrily: "My lord, let go." ”

The man covered his handkerchief and laughed secretly, and the laughter seemed to have succeeded in a treacherous scheme: "Ah Qi, don't struggle, show your stuffing." ”

The little guy looked up and looked around, and sure enough, there were people coming and going, and indeed a few people looked at him in surprise.

Whose little guy dares to be so bold and fight against the master like this.

The little guy grinded his teeth, and he had long since lost his usual calm and self-control: "My lord, you declare your personal vendetta." ”

The man's eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile covering his handkerchief, completely losing his former cold appearance.

It turned out that these two people were Han Changdui and Yao Qi.

It's just that I don't know what means I used, but I turned into what I am now.

The son, who was as clear as jade, became a sick seedling.

The mellow and playful girl actually grew an Adam's apple.

When Han Changdui rarely saw Yao Qi so angry and helpless, he smiled more and more proudly, grabbed her hand inch by inch, leaned his whole body on her body, and walked forward sickly.

Yao Qi sighed helplessly and walked forward with Han Changdui in his arms.

She couldn't help but glance at Han Changdui, only to see that his face was indeed pale and bloodless, and under the sun, there were even more cyan slender veins under the thin skin.

And in the flow of his eyes, the bright pupils that were originally black and white were suddenly gray, as if they were covered with a layer of turbid dust.

She subconsciously touched her throat and sighed secretly, this internal guard is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there is such an amazing person with the art of disguise, even the Adam's apple can be made.

Han Changdui noticed Yao Qi's movements, covered his mouth and hummed, "How is it, do you want to learn?" ”

Yao Qi nodded subconsciously: "I want to." ”

With that, she realized that she had slipped out.

Han Changwan didn't answer, just smiled lowly.

Although there is a well-known Temple of Mercy and Grace in Jinchang Fang, the momentum of the construction is magnificent, under the sun, the layers of glazed roofs shine with colorful brilliance, but most of the rest of the alleys are very simple, the houses are low and dilapidated, the culverts are also blocked, the sewage is wrapped in rotten vegetable leaves, and there are some feces on the rag heads, which overflow into the alleys.

Yao Qi helped Han Changdu, stepped on the bricks in the sewage, and walked forward cautiously.

The water was so deep that the bricks were overflowing, and the two of them did not dare to show their light work, so they had to let the sewage splash everywhere, soaking the vamps and hems of their shoes, and a disgusting fishy smell filled the surroundings.

Most of the houses on both sides of the alley have no doors or windows, but a black hole has been made in the wall, and a coarse cloth curtain with patches is hung on the hole.

The wind blows, the curtains rise and fall, and the slightest wind can't stop it, and the hot summer days are better, but if it is in the cold winter when the water is dripping into ice, the people here obviously can't afford to use the charcoal fire for heating, and this house must be as cold as an ice cellar.

Everywhere in the alleys, you can see children wearing belly pockets and playing with bare buttocks in the sewage, which are obviously broken

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The cloth is patchwork and sewn, and there are all kinds of materials.

This hour is the time to go to work, and there are few men in the alleys, most of them rough women squatting by the culvert to wash and wash, and from time to time they look outside and look at the children, and shout not to go to the ditch.

Only then did Han Changdui notice that the culverts in front of the house were all exposed, and most of the carved stone slabs that were originally used to cover the culverts had disappeared, leaving only one or two pieces in front of the door of the house for entry and exit.

The sewage in the culvert flowed noisily, and when it encountered a silted place, it overflowed the culvert and winding alley.

He was stunned: "This, where is the stone slab on the culvert?" ”

Yao Qi raised his chin towards the one-pronged cloth curtain: "They were all pried into and taken to the windows." ”

Han Changwan pursed his lips and did not speak.

When the two of them went out, they had deliberately changed into two gray coarse cloth clothes, but walking in this remote alley, it was still so out of place.

He is not the kind of rich and noble brother who does not know the hardships of the world, he has been grinding on the battlefield for more than ten years, and he doesn't know how many hardships and hardships he has seen, but he did not expect that Chang'an City at the feet of the Son of Heaven would have such a poor place.

His eyes were pitiful, and he sighed: "There is such a poor place. ”

Yao Qi turned his head and glanced at Han Changdui, there was a trace of emotion on his face, and he said lightly: "This is not poor, after all, next to the Temple of Mercy and Grace, those who have no skills but have the strength to do some work for the temple, all kinds of land, those who have craftsmanship set up a stall outside the temple, sell some small things, and always make a living, the poorest are those few miles next to the suburbs of Beijing, if there is no field in the field, there is no house in the house, if there is a perennial medicine in the family, then there is really only one way left to beg for food." ”

Han Changdui looked at Yao Qi in surprise: "Have you been there?" ”

Yao Qi nodded and said: "Two years ago, there was a case of extermination in Yanzuofang, the murderer was the lady of that family, her family's Langjun was sick in bed all the year round, and he would have to take medicine for one or two silver every month, and he would eat the family house alive, and finally sell the four little ladies to Pingkangfang, the lady really couldn't survive, so she went to buy puffer fish meat, and poisoned a family of eight. ”

There were no ups and downs in her voice, as if she was used to seeing this kind of thing, but she was just laying out a tragic story.

Han Changdui was speechless for a long time, feeling stunned, looking at the end of the alley with empty eyes, and asked lightly, "You are also sad, right?" ”

Yao Ji was stunned for a moment and did not speak.

Sad, sad, the more I see, the more I understand the impermanence of the world.

The two stepped on the splashing sewage, walked through the cramped and dark winding alleys, passed a house, the door curtain was opened and hung on the wall, and an old woman with a rickety back carried a basin of water, swayed out, and splashed the water into the culvert with difficulty.

Han Changdui felt that the old woman was inexplicably familiar, turned his head to look, the white hair came into his eyes, he smiled self-deprecatingly, turned his head and continued to move forward.

Yao Qi's footsteps paused, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Han Changwan shook his head: "It's okay." ”

Yao Ji didn't ask any more, passing by the place where the old woman splashed sewage, there seemed to be some blood in the culvert, she leaned over and saw that the culvert was full of turbid water, and the leaves of rotten vegetables were floating in the water, swirling into the distance, and there was no blood in the sewage.

She shook her head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

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