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Chapter 112
After Yan Xi left Han Linmo, she didn't go through the color again.
Because he doesn't live in the Governor's Mansion, he basically doesn't need to wear official uniforms. The scarlet ones are hung from the first-rank official uniforms. Yan Xi removes his cap and crown on weekdays, and simply wears his hair with a plain belt. He wears a very plain dress every day.white clothes.
When he is not discussing matters, he hangs his hair half up, with black hair and white clothes, sitting there quietly.The sickness concealed his sharpness and power, and some of his hidden childishness emerged, and he returned to the nineteen-year-old boy in mourning.
He had just recovered from a serious illness, and his body was broken. He washed away his tiredness and pain from the serious illness, and stood in the wind of the western region as if he had just woken up from a big dream.
The solar terms have passed the frost, the south wind has passed away, and the north wind is whistling. The bamboo house is still green, which is the only vitality left in the thick autumn. Yan Xi often stands under the bamboo bell at the door of the main house, listening to the sound ofThe bamboo bells of Sanskrit sounds, staring at the blue color of the bamboo bushes for a long time, the face turns pale by the autumn wind.
Song Beiming and Zhou Ci have never told Yan Xi about Han Yang's death, but paper can't contain fire. Yan Xi has his own information channel, and he will know about it eventually.
Han Linmo's body was transported back to Jingdu, and he was buried on the same day as his father Han Yang.
Song Beiming deliberately asked for leave that day.
He told Zi Yuan and the dark guard to carefully observe the people and things Yan Xi came into contact with these days, and confirmed that Yan Xi had not heard the news of Han Yang's death.
This is very abnormal, because the news of Han Yang's death is not a secret in Beijing, Yan Xi, as the governor of the territory, can't get around him with all kinds of official documents and reports, so he will definitely know.
But Yan Xi didn't know.
There is only one possibility, someone specifically blocked all the channels leading to Yan Xi from this funeral report.
This cannot be done by one person, even if Emperor Tianxi speaks, it will not work.News is the most difficult thing to stop. Just a word of mouth and a piece of paper will bring the news to any corner.
Then, it must be the joint efforts of many people, and there are people in Jingdu, on the way, and in the western region who have used their thoughts to keep Yan Xi from knowing.
Thinking of this, Song Beiming understood.
There are many people who care about Yan Xi, and these people are still distressed by Yan Xi's serious illness, and they are afraid that Yan Xi will get sick again if he can't bear it.
I got sick one after another, and my hardened body couldn't bear it.
These people did not discuss and tacitly protected Yan Xi until now.
But, at most, it can only be concealed until now.
Han Yang Gui is the crown prince and Taibao, once the funeral is done, it will be known to the world.Even if Yan Xi's eyes and ears are blocked, the common people, travelers, passers-by, anyone who opens their mouths can give Yan Xi a fatal blow.
Moreover, it would be too cruel for Yan Xi to deprive Yan Xi of the chance to send Han Yang and Han Linmo one last journey.
Song Beiming refused to let others stab Yan Xi in the heart, so he could only tell Yan Xi himself.
At the right time, Yan Xi saw that Song Beiming hadn't left yet, and thought of Song Beiming not touching him last night, so he was shocked in his heart.
He counted the days and felt that it was almost time to go to Han Linmo for the funeral. Song Beiming's solemnity was probably for this reason.
However, it seems that there is more than this one thing, because neither he nor Song Beiming are emotional people.The battle in the western region was urgent, and there was no delay in everything. Song Beiming, as the commander-in-chief of an army, took a day off to delay the battle plan of the entire western region.
What can Song Beiming worry about and value so much?
Anxiety arose in Yan Xi's heart, and he asked softly, "What's the matter today?"
Song Beiming looked at Yan Xi's sick face that had finally faded away, and the hunk that took so much effort to raise, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness—no matter how he chose his words, the fact itself was too cruel.
How does this tell him to speak?
Yan Xi saw it, and his mind turned.He connected the subtle abnormalities together, and after a little calculation, he knew that something bad had happened.
Then, he couldn't hide the matter of the western region from him, it could only be that something happened to Jingdu.
Jingdu——Yan Xi thought about these two words, and thought of it, who could it be?He thought about the people he cared about one by one, and soon stopped at Han Yang's name.
Before he left Jingdu, he entrusted Zhou Ci to see Han Yang's heart disease. The old man is old, and if he is not careful, there will be accidents.
"Did someone have an accident?" Yan Xi looked into Song Beiming's eyes, "Is it Han Taibao?"
Song Beiming was taken aback, he really wanted to shake his head at this moment, but he could only nod cruelly.All the presuppositions and plans he made were futile in Yan Xi's insight.
Yan Xi bowed her head after he nodded and fell into silence.
Song Beiming looked at Yan Xi, thinking that his light rain was too transparent, how could such a person hide it.
Song Beiming gently pulled the man into his arms, and he didn't even dare to use force, for fear of accidentally breaking him.
Song Beiming has always felt that there is something different about Yan Xi, which is a characteristic that cannot be ignored besides beauty and intelligence - it is as delicate and fragile as white porcelain, and it is as fleeting as youth.
The most difficult thing to keep in the world, Zhu Yan Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu ①.Most of the time, once a person is too beautiful and intelligent, even God will be jealous.
Yan Xi is a shocking creature in the world, and she cannot keep the wind fluttering around her.
After Yan Xi's illness, this feeling of fragility and evanescence was even worse. He just sat there quietly, and Song Beiming would always go to see him, for fear that he would disappear in the next moment.
The wind in late autumn is already full of winter, whistling against the windows.
Song Beiming caressed Yan Xi's hair, afraid that if he said one more word, he would scare away the young people, but the reality was so cruel, Song Beiming said poorly: "The Han Taibao was murdered by others, Chunyu Nanyan killed the murderer, the mastermind behind the scenesIt's being checked."
After a long silence, Yan Xi said, "Is today the day for Han Taibao's funeral?"
Song Beiming choked up and said, "Yes."
"Meng Ze, thank you for telling me." Yan Xi got up, walked barefoot to the closet, opened the closet door, raised her hand and untied her belt.
The soft silk clothes slipped off, and Yubai's body was exposed in the autumn cold. In the shadow of the candle, Yan Xi's figure was slender. This was a figure that would make people's blood rush at a glance, but at this moment, it was soaked in sadness, which added an unbearable burden.The meaning of obscenity and can't bear to touch.
Carbon was burned in the house so that people would not be frozen.
Song Beiming stopped behind Yan Xi and watched Yan Xi take out the sackcloth from the closet.
"Both of my masters have left. I have two layers of filial piety on my body. I should wear the heaviest filial piety. Don't say that I am the crown prince. You can't do this." Yan Xi didn't have tears in his eyes, he seemed to say calmly, "Meng Ze, Tell everyone not to stop me."
Song Beiming took the belt that Yan Xi was tying, and dressed him neatly.
Yan Xi didn't cry, he seemed to have vented enough during that serious illness, and turned back into that invulnerable, cold beauty.
He let go of his hair, put a filial scarf on himself and said, "Don't worry, I won't get hurt or get sick again because of this. My life is in my own hands, and heaven can't take me away without my consent."
Song Beiming straightened his hair for him.
"The way of benevolence and righteousness of a gentleman can't restrain me, nor can fame and etiquette restrain me. Who said that the prince should be pine and bright? How to be the prince is up to me. The world owes me a lot of blood debts. I want to live well.Do everything possible to get them to return ten times and a hundred times." Yan Xi said the scary words softly, and rested his slender fingers on Song Beiming's palm, "Does Meng Ze like this kind of light rain?"
"I like it." Song Beiming squeezed the slightly cool fingers, and when the skin touched, he felt the scorching heat under Yan Xi's skin, and Rong shouted.
Song Beiming understood the arrogance and cruelty in Yan Xi's eyes, he liked Yan Xi's conceited look at the world, and said softly, "An upright gentleman should be whoever he likes, I will be a rebellious minister, a traitor, a prodigal son, just want to be happy,It's easy to stir up the situation, we are made for each other."
Yan Xi knelt in the direction of Jingdu for a whole day.
Song Beiming stayed with him for a day, and when night fell, Yan Xi got up and staggered, Song Beiming caught him, Yan Xi leaned gently on Song Beiming's shoulder, and then cried slowly.
Half a month later, Lidong.
It's October in the Western Region.
Heqing and Anbu Gods can't know, ghosts can't see went through the Mo Di business route, they changed their appearance, took over Fengtai Yinpian and Hu's Grain Store opened by the locals, and became people hiding in Mo Dibehind the boss.
Yanxi's battle for money and food was advancing secretly and swiftly. Mo Di didn't notice it at first, thinking it was just an ordinary price fluctuation.The time for Yan Xi to act is the autumn harvest season, which is the best time.
Because every autumn harvest, the price of old grain will be reduced, and the people have silver in their hands, and many of them will be saved in money piles. It is difficult for Mo Di to find out that there is a battle for silver and grain at this time.
People are bound to flock to people who die for money and earn money while lying down.The common people exchanged the banknotes of the Fengtai Bank with idle silver, and seeing the high profits promised above, they were so happy from ear to ear.
Fengtai's silver piles are also unambiguous. Every day, the silver boxes are placed in rows behind the counter, so that the common people who come to save money will be relieved of the worry that they will not be able to exchange.
In just a few days, Fengtai Yinpian collected all the spare money on hand of the Modi people.
When money was tightened and rice was cheap and food was flooded, Hu's grain company came to raise prices to collect grain, and was regarded as the Bodhisattva of saving the world.
On the surface, the people of Mo Di have already made a fortune in money and food.
Everything Fengtai Yinpian and Hu's Grain Company did was praised by everyone, even the local officials from Mo Di came to express their thanks.
However, amidst the unanimous applause, Mo Di ushered in a shortage of silver and grain.
When the royal court got the news, Mo Di's money had already been tightened, and more than half of the food in the market had been collected. Di Xiao, who was Zuo Xianwang, was scolded bloody by the majesty.
The matter was questioned layer by layer, and it was found out that the culprits were these two shops. The magistrate sent people to surround the shop and took the boss away.
However, rushing to the warehouse at the back, there are rows of silver boxes behind the counter with only a shallow layer of silver on the top.
Not even a grain of food could be found.
The bosses of the two shops are all from Modi, and they couldn't figure out why even after being tortured, they paid their lives for the self-interest of selling the shop at a high price.
The frost has passed halfway, and before winter, the cold has already enveloped the western region.
Yan Xi handled the government affairs for a day, holding the account book under the lamp to read.
The neighing sound of the north wind and snow came on time at night, Yan Xi stopped writing while looking at the candlelight, he didn't have to count Song Beiming's footsteps, the door was pushed open in just a moment of daze.
Yan Xi held up his pen, and watched Song Beiming remove his armor, arm bindings and iron fingers.
He sniffed lightly, and his Adam's apple slipped.The smell of iron is so strong, yet so cold, mixed with Song Beiming's wild aura, this is Yan Xi's secret favorite.
Song Beiming likes to take off his armor by the door. He enjoys Yan Xi's half-affectionate gaze. He approaches Yan Xi's gradually warming eyes, and hugs her into his arms from behind.
Yan Xi leaned against the muscular chest and sighed.
Song Beiming's body was filled with cold air from outside, Yan Xi shivered slightly from the ice, Song Beiming stretched out his hand from behind, brushed his face with his fingers and said, "What is my Wei Yu worried about?"
Yan Xi looked sideways, the corners of which were under Song Beiming's fingertips, which became hot from being rubbed and slowly turned red, and he said lazily: "All the idle money and grain from the people of Mo Di have been collected.The amount is too large, and my husband and I are about to empty our wallets. Worry, such a large amount, the target is too obvious, so we can only hide it temporarily, and it is too difficult to transport it back. I borrowed a business route and only shipped it back.a small part."
Yan Xi stayed in the warm house for a long time, and she was still burning hot, so her body temperature was slightly higher.The chill brought by Song Beiming made him very comfortable, and he said lazily: "If you move blatantly, you will definitely alarm Mo Di; but if you want to sneak through Chencang, there is no suitable way. These silver grains are now hidden in Mo Di. Once Wang Ting thoroughly investigatesGet up, go to the sky and enter the earth, you will always be turned out, and we will lose everything when the time comes."
"We." This word made Song Beiming very useful, his fingers lingered along the corners of the charming eyes, until it turned red, and then he slid down, "'Let's think about it together, Anbu's business route, pigeon departmentHave you used the doorway of the Falcon Department and the rivers and lakes of the Falcon Department?"
Yan Xi turned his head sideways, his eyes were clean and sincere, that kind of admiration tickled Song Beiming's heart, he said: "The Pigeon Department is doing business with favors on the surface, and the Falcon Department is a private guard. I didn't expect that."They also have access to deliver goods, they were not counted before."
"Humanity is the door." Song Beiming felt a certain kind of secret pleasure in Yan Xi's gaze. He put his palm on it, supported that pretty face, and gently turned it over for a closer look.This is the purest and brightest color in the Western Region. Song Beiming sank into it, and taught him all the ways he had been operating for many years: "The Pigeon Department wants to buy news from all directions, and it has to make friends all over the world. The Falcon Department is a private guard., I used the name of the Escort to do things conveniently among the people, and made friends with many green forest heroes. Don’t just look at Anbu’s money, Anbu is the foundation, while pigeons and falcons are eyes, ears, and sharp thorns, all of which are very useful.”
"The little prince is planning ahead, and he is very strong. This has to be done at an early age, and he is willing to spend money and people to build a network, so he can use it now. This chess was played early, and he saw far. He even crossed Da Jing and saw the border.Other than that. This kind of foresight and planning makes me feel ashamed." Yan Xi let Song Beiming control his face. This kind of action has a sense of coercion, and also has an indescribable hidden temptation. He is willing to immerse himself in Song Beiming's burningup in sight.
This kind of confrontation between Yan Xi and Song Beiming has never stopped. In the past, they had to fight each other to distinguish between life and death, but now it has evolved into a love affair between lovers.
The candlelight was flickering, and in the main room where there were only two people, Yan Xi turned back into that unpredictable His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, his scissor eyes also revealed dignity when looking up, and there was a look of contempt in the eyes.
Song Beiming fell in love with Yan Xi's indescribable obscenity, which was contradictory and strangely unique.His Wei Yu has such a look, coupled with this style, he is born with the ability to conquer all hunters.
And this His Royal Highness is his——Song Beiming felt excited and heroic.He leaned into those bright red lips and said, "It's all yours now, and His Royal Highness can use it however he wants."
Under Song Beiming's meticulous love and care, Yan Xi gradually shed his paleness after illness. He was cared for to reveal the color of peach blossoms, and he returned to the state of full bloom.
He doesn't have to do anything, he can call the wind and rain with just one look.
Song Beiming moved closer, wanting to kiss Yan Xi.
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Note ①: It is most difficult to keep in the world, Zhu Yan Ci Jinghua Ci Shu.——Quoted from the modern poet Wang Guowei's "Butterfly Love Flower·Reading the End of the World and Parting Bitterness".