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    The flames approached Yan Zhao, and people instinctively wanted to escape when they were dying.The burning pain reminded him that he also set off a fire five years ago.

    He didn't go to the scene at that time. It is said that the fire in the imperial mausoleum was so big that even the beams were burnt.

    Now, before the beams in his temple were burnt, he was dying.

    This is very strange, his seventh younger brother who was once very favored was not burned to death, but his face was burned.

    What a fate!

    wrong!

    Yan Zhao suddenly understood that the fire that can burn through the beam is impossible to survive!It's even more impossible to just burn your face!

    Yan Xi suddenly screamed, and blurted out: "I understand! No wonder the father has not established a crown prince for so many years, and the crown prince is still him!"

    He laughed loudly and staggered a few steps, laughing and crying: "I am Yan Jiao's shield, and Yan Jiao is Yan Xi's shield!"

    This earth-shattering inside story made him shudder and chills all over his body. He was powerless to resist such a fate, so he could only use his last strength to laugh at it: "Hahaha, Yan Jiao, you will have my day too!"

    He burst into tears and shouted, "Father, you are so partial!"

    The beams fell down.

    "what!"

    The flames engulfed Yan Zhao.

    The fire that night followed the south wind from Wude Palace to the north and burned to Xingsheng Palace.

    Yan Jiao originally attended the family banquet in Qin'an Palace, he and Empress Jiang made thorough preparations and attended grandly, just hoping to have a few words with Emperor Tianxi at the family banquet.

    As a result, Emperor Tianxi came to show his face, went through three rounds of toasting, and left the table in a hurry.

    Empress Jiang sat close, and heard the servant coming to send a message to Emperor Tianxi, the voice of the message was extremely low, and it was impossible to hear what was said.

    But she heard that Emperor Tianxi ordered someone to invite the imperial physician.

    All the concubines and concubines of the harem were present at this banquet, and none of them felt ill.

    Then, there is only one person in Nuo Da's harem who can be called Emperor Tianxi's imperial physician.

    That person's slight illness and pain turned all the concubines' fancy dress and careful planning into shadows.Empress Jiang thought: It must be intentional for Pian Shengxuan to fall ill at this time.

    Empress Jiang almost tore the veil.

    The man she regards as heaven, has only touched her once, and gave all his doting to the person she despises.

    She thought that the emperor would at least be able to visit her as the lord of the palace more often when that bitch Tang Yaoxue went, but she didn't expect that someone even less prominent would come instead.

    Just such a lowly person, the emperor was with him day and night, and even went to court with that person.

    This is obviously embarrassing him, the queen.

    Empress Jiang hated it, hated it so much.

    In the past, Tang Yaoxue was still detained in the harem anyway, and the emperor was also in the harem every day. At least the women in the palace could still see the emperor.

    Now that person is so fascinated that the emperor doesn't even set foot in the harem.

    Bitch, one is cheaper than the other!

    Empress Jiang tore the handkerchief.

    Yan Jiao returned to Xingsheng Palace with a dark face shortly after Emperor Tianxi left the banquet, just in time for the fire, he ran in time, but he was fine.

    Half of his hair was burned, and his face was blackened.

    What a shame.

    The hall on the south side of Wude Palace did not catch fire, and the adjacent Longyu Palace also escaped the fire.

    Yan Xu also went to the family banquet. He is now the king of the cloud, and he is at the top of the list, so he dare not leave the banquet early, and only laughs with him until the end.Palace rush.

    He was lucky to escape, but he was not happy, he wandered outside the Wude Palace helplessly, and when he saw the guards carrying Yan Zhao's charred corpse out of it in the middle of the night, he burst into tears.

    He cried for a long time, until the guard got an order to ask the unrelated people to leave the fire scene, and then he was sent back to Longyu Palace by the guard.

    Back in his own palace, he opened the window of his dormitory, facing the charred eaves of Wude Palace in the north, muttering incoherently: "Fire...fire again...Xiao Qi also suffered fire. This time it's Big Brother,Next time... It's just that our lips are dead and our teeth are cold, our brothers are all fish and cage birds, so why should we kill each other."

    He was heartbroken, hugging the brocade quilt, tears streaming down his face.

    Until someone came late at night, sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand.

    He was stunned to realize that he was still living in this world. He regained some strength, slowly held the visitor back, and asked, "One day, will I die like this for no apparent reason?"

    The visitor wiped away the tears on his face with his hands, looked at his crying eyes and asked, "With me here, no way."

    Yan Xu has not yet fully recovered, and said sadly: "I am no different from them...you are just coaxing me."

    The visitor hugged Yan Xu into his arms and said softly, "Xu Er, don't do this."

    Only a certain person would call him "Xu'er" when he was emotional.

    Hearing this sound, Yan Xu realized that the visitor was using women's incense. He suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at the person for a long time as if he didn't know the person in front of him.

    Then suddenly his face changed drastically, he pushed the other party away, and asked in fear: "Is it you, right? You told me to come back after attending the family dinner today, and you knew it beforehand!"

    The man was startled, his face turned cold slightly, he leaned forward and said, "Xu'er, don't be afraid."

    Yan Xu hugged the quilt and backed away: "Yan Zhener, don't touch me!"

    Yan Zhener leaned on the bed.

    Yan Xu was forced to the corner of the bed.

    As Yan Zhener moved forward, he tore open his neckline.The pearl hairpin fell on the brocade mattress because of his rough action.

    He held Yan Xu into his arms without resistance, no matter how much Yan Xu struggled, he refused to let go.

    Yan Xu was in shock for most of the night, and cried for a long time, and was already exhausted.

    He and Yan Zhener had great disparity in strength, and at this moment they were powerless to push each other away. After struggling for a long time, they slowly softened in Yan Zhener's arms.

    Yan Zhener's complexion slowly returned to his usual gentle look. Like a baby, he patted the other person and said softly, "Xu'er, you will be fine. Trust me, okay? Be obedient."

    Yan Xu shivered and was trapped in Yan Zhener's tight arms.

    The surrounding was extremely quiet, Yan Xu watched fragilely the extremely glamorous face of the person in front of him gradually approaching, he cried softly and closed his eyes, and greeted the other person's mouth.

    During the Dragon Boat Festival, many officials wanted to go home early. Wen Lan was young and inexperienced in the household department, so she stayed on duty until the end.

    He was so busy that the sky was dark and the sky was dark. He didn't realize that it was past meal time until the little official came to light the lamp.

    Immediately, he packed up the documents in a hurry, and explained that he was heading to the Xuanzhai, and when he left the gate of the household department, he saw thick smoke billowing in the direction of the palace.

    The on-duty officials and clerks of the household department all ran away. Wen Lan saw that the fire was burning, and the direction was the East Palace Road. His heart skipped a beat and he ran out with a bag of books.

    Seeing a small official running from outside, he stopped him and asked, "Where is the water?"

    "Wu..." The little official was out of breath, and after taking a few breaths, he finally said, "Wu De Palace!"

    "Patta" the book bag fell to the ground, and the bookstalls were scattered in all directions.

    Wen Lan froze on the ground, as if her heart had been smashed apart.

    Tears burst out of his eyes in an instant, and then he wailed loudly, like weeping blood.

    Xuan Zhai.

    Yan Xi lightly tasted Song Beiming's lips. This kind of intimate contact beyond the ordinary relationship greatly soothed the dryness of "Rong" in his body.

    His body still wanted more, but he kept in mind the lesson of the full moon night last year, and let it go as soon as it was good, and tasted it.

    He retreated to the distance between his eyes, and put his fingers against Song Beiming's chasing lips.

    Yan Xi smiled slyly: "You are in a mess."

    He really heard Song Beiming's heavy breathing, and smelled an unusually strong "dry" smell.

    Song Beiming held his hand and said fiercely, "You crossed the line first."

    Yan Xi properly showed a slightly frightened expression, and blinked begging for mercy: "Forgive me for being too young, for not knowing the size of you stinky men."

    Song Beiming snorted coldly: "I keep myself clean, are you thinking too much?"

    "Keep yourselves clean? I heard that you live in a brothel for a month and a half. Do you take the brothel as your home?" Yan Xi moved his fingers down, along Song Beiming's chest, and when he reached his lower abdomen, Song Beiming grabbed him.

    "Yeah, the sisters in there are very obedient, and I will take you to play in the future?" Song Beiming played with the hand he was holding, "I warn you, if you continue, you will regret it."

    Yan Xi lightly drew a circle on Song Beiming's palm with his fingers, and looked down pointingly. Seeing the state there, he laughed out loud, "Where do you think I want to draw?"

    Song Beiming's hand holding the back of Yan Xi's head still didn't lose control, his fingers wandered through Yan Xi's hair, with a slight effort, "Xuan Weiyu, remember, don't test a man's willpower casually."

    "I'm also a man, why don't I feel—" Before Yan Xi could finish his sentence, Song Beiming forcefully pushed him forward, his lips were sealed.

    Yan Xi's eyes widened slightly, he missed the initiative, and his lips were sucked.

    He was swallowed and swept away, he pushed with his hand, but his hand was caught.

    He raised his leg to kick, but was simply held onto his lap by someone.

    Yan Xi sat on Song Beiming's body, surrounded by the whole body, with his chest pressed against each other, but Song Beiming was still dissatisfied with the tight distance, and his strong palms still held him, making him unable to escape.

    Yan Xi couldn't breathe because of the mouth.

    He opened his mouth to get more air, but Song Beiming took the opportunity to drive him straight in.

    Only then did he feel the real danger, and tried his best to get off Song Beiming's body.

    But Song Beiming's strength is so great, Yan Xi's struggle without real skills is like acting like a baby, but with real skills, everything is exposed.

    Yan Xi felt that he was about to be eaten, and if he continued like this, he would break through the most dangerous bottom line, so he had to do something.

    So, relying on his flexibility, he slipped out a hand and put it firmly on Song Beiming's shoulder.

    Song Beiming felt his resolute rejection.

    Yan Xi regained the air during the other party's pause, he did not directly push the person away, but slowly ended the exchange of body fluids, panting and said: "Meng Ze, you are too anxious, some things are about things that will happen naturally,Wouldn't it be nice to take your time?"

    Listening to Yan Xi's panting, Song Beiming felt as if there was a beating in his heart. He was suffering in patience, but his expression was decent: "Do you know the effect of 'Rong' on Ku?"

    In fact, Yan Xi hadn't really thought about what it meant for Rong to Ku, so she asked studiously, "Can it keep you from being cold?"

    Song Beiming said in a hoarse voice: "It's more than that. Life comes from a desperate situation, and spring comes from a dead tree. Do you know what it feels like to see rain after a long drought? I want to eat you when I see you. The closer you are to me, the more dangerous it will be."

    Does the long drought meet the rain?Yan Xi also has this feeling.

    Rong is too hot, Yan Xi burns every day, dryness is the most effective antidote to Rong's dryness.

    At this time, the scene is different, Yan Xi understands that the "thirst quenching" that Song Beiming wants is different from him, and Song Beiming really wants him.

    Yan Xi said meanly and pitifully: "It's really dangerous for you to pester me like this, but when I get close to you, I feel cool and comfortable. I'm really scared, and I want to get close at the same time, it's so difficult."

    Song Beiming tried his best to slow down the energy, and asked with a bit of a ruthless expression: "Are you only comfortable?"

    Yan Xi noticed that Song Beiming deliberately avoided a certain position, and he smiled knowingly and said, "Yes, it's much more comfortable than you."

    Song Beiming knew that Yan Xi was seducing him again.

    This person was bad enough to lure him forward a hundred steps, but stuck him at the last step;

    Song Beiming felt hostile, and really wanted to teach this painted monster a lesson.But what can do, really hit him?Such a frail scholar would cry if hit.

    Then we can only do bad things together.

    Song Beiming pinched his fingers, and pulled out a handkerchief with old bloodstains from Yan Xi's skirt.

    He waved the blood handkerchief in front of Yan Xi's eyes, and sure enough, he saw that the other's face changed drastically.

    "I've lost my handkerchief for many days, but I wear it next to you every day. You like my things so much, I can give you more." Song Beiming also hooked Yan Xi, with a bewitching voice, "Watch my handkerchief every night.Sleeping in a handkerchief, isn’t it enough? There is a more comfortable way, don’t you want to try it?”

    Yan Xi didn't expect Song Beiming to sneak up on people at such a moment. When he saw the bloody veil, his face became red uncontrollably.

    He was caught with all the stolen goods, and he couldn't argue with it. He just felt that Song Beiming was really annoying. He blushed and looked at Song Beiming angrily and said: "Some things should be kept in the heart and save face for each other. This kind of confrontation is so embarrassing. Be a human being and leave a line.", see you later."

    "You hid my veil, and you obviously want to go further." Song Beiming didn't let him go, "You're right, that kind of thing pays attention to what happens when things happen naturally, and it's best to be happy with each other. I'm so honest with you, justWaiting for you to meet sincerely."

    The place where Yan Xi was sitting was scalding hot, but fortunately Song Beiming didn't do anything more out of bounds.

    Yan Xi felt safe in Song Beiming's self-restraint, so he went ahead and asked: "Meng Ze, wait for me, okay?"

    Song Beiming hugged Yan Xi, and could clearly feel Yan Xi's body becoming soft and relaxed under the intimate comfort of "Ku".

    He cursed in his heart that the damned Kurong's medicine had such a different effect, he closed his eyes forcefully, then smiled smartly, and put Yan Xi back in the chair.

    Song Beiming's answer was very uninhibited: "Then, my king is waiting for the good news."

    Yan Xi didn't wait for Wen Lan to call that night.

    The fire in Wude Palace caused Jingdu chaos all night.

    All the officials in Beijing are on standby. Yan Xi is now the head of Yu Hengqing's Department of Officials, temporarily acting as a member of the Ministry of Works, so he also returned to the Ministry of Works overnight to coordinate various matters related to fire fighting and restoration.

    He knew that Wen Lan must be busy that night, and it would be difficult to meet each other, so he sent someone to deliver rice dumplings and meals to Wen Lan.

    After a busy night, it was the morning time of the next day.

    At the right time, Yan Xi went to the household department to look for Wen Lan, but learned that Wen Lan had gone home to collect things and was about to go to court.

    Yan Xi faintly felt something was wrong, he took a few steps, and suddenly ran wildly.

    At the end of the Chou Era, the official road in Jingdu was already lively, and the officials who went to the early court met each other on the road and greeted each other.

    Yan Xi eagerly looked for Wen Lan's figure, and finally saw Wen Lan who had just handed in the memorial on the white marble avenue in front of the Meridian Gate.

    Yan Xi moved to chase after her, but Wen Lan turned around and glanced as if she had sensed it.

    There were a hundred steps between them. Wen Lan stood on the high jade steps. Behind him was a majestic tall building. The red lacquered door slowly opened, and the black door seemed to swallow him with its mouth open.

    Wen Lan looked extremely small.

    But he stood alone at the bright light, but all the officials who came to the court were pale.

    Wen Lan probably saw Yan Xi in many cyan official uniforms, he was slightly stunned for a moment, curled his lips and gave Yan Xi a familiar smile and nodded slightly, then turned around and calmly welcomed his fate.

    The storm is coming.

    This morning, the biggest thing was that Huke of Zheng Qipin gave a very thick memorial to Wen Lan in Shizhong.

    This memorial is like water pouring into a frying pan.

    The officials were caught off guard, and were dragged into the torrent by Wen Lan's 2,000-character memorial.

    The sensation of this matter is that the facts in the memorial are clear and the evidence is solid, and the number of participants in the impeachment is unprecedented.

    Wen Lan impeached the twenty-eight members of the Household Department for forming a party for personal gain, bullying, corruption, and dishonesty, and impeached the four censors who had previously impeached the eldest son of the emperor to death for the crime of disrespect.

    The ruling and opposition parties shook.

    Twenty-eight people from the household department and four censors were ordered to suspend their duties pending investigation.

    At the same time, the people who were impeached by Wen Lan and several officials in court also opposed Wen Lan's slander.

    Wen Lan was also ordered to wait for investigation.And because he participated in the impeachment of many officials and had a great relationship, he was temporarily imprisoned in the Metropolitan Procuratorate pending trial.Emperor Tianxi emphasized that without verification, Wen Lan is innocent and should not be punished.

    The carriage that was taking Wen Lan to the Metropolitan Procuratorate collided with an unremarkable carriage on the way, and the grooms on both sides argued with each other for a while before leaving.

    Yan Xi found the way he used to be in the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and wanted to see Wen Lan from the supervisor, but was told that the superior had issued a strict order that no one was allowed to see Wen Lan before the investigation.

    He simply went directly to the supervisor, but found that the door was closed.

    This is too weird, the supervisor also has a lot of handovers every day, so it is really weird to thank guests behind closed doors.

    Yan Xi realized that he might not be able to find Wen Lan.

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