Minister of Revenue.

Hu Bufan has never practiced martial arts. He was a literati and once looked down on military men. Just as there has been tradition since ancient times, the literati in the eyes of warriors are poor scholars who keep falling, while the literati in the eyes of warriors are vulgar and reckless men.

Since ancient times, civil and military officials have despised each other, and Hu Bufan naturally disdained the martial artists in his bones.

If it weren't for the fact that as he got older and some of his body's functions declined severely, he might never have been able to pick up the sword.

He took the sword, really not for self-defense.

It is not a shameful thing for literati to be romantic. Even literati's romance is considered a romantic and elegant thing. When Hu Bufan was young, he was intoxicated by the flowers and willows and alleys, claiming to be romantic. He never treated himself badly in beauty. Now, in addition to his wife, there are five concubines, among which the fifth concubine has been included for more than a year. Moreover, there are many maids in the mansion, all of whom are watery and can be played with.

Perhaps because he has been indulging in excessive lust since he was young, Hu Bufan is in poor health now, especially in sexual intercourse, which is very difficult. He stared at those beautiful concubines and maids, but was powerless. This is naturally a great sorrow. He couldn't help it, so he used aphrodisiacs to force his body to speed up his body in order to make it quick. However, no matter how good the medicine in the room is, it will bring side effects afterwards, which was also a matter that once troubled Hu Bufan.

He also understood that if he blindly used medicine to support him, he would probably die on this. He is only in his early fifties and consciously has a lot of time to live. He must inquire about some methods that can both enjoy beauty but also take care of his body.

The Taoist priests in Sitiantai often go to the Ministry of Revenue to ask for various Taoist rituals. Hu Bufan knew several Taoist priests, so he naturally had to ask private advice. A Taoist priest came up with an idea, but he didn't know whether it was true or not. He asked Hu Bufan to spend half an hour breathing and cultivating his energy every day. If possible, if there is moonlight, he would be quiet in the middle of the night and dance to the middle of the moon. On the one hand, he could strengthen his body. On the other hand, in the middle of the night, the spiritual energy of the moonlight was the most. Dance of the sword under the moon was of great benefit to the cultivation of the human body.

Hu Bufan is skeptical and has been persevering for nearly a year now, but it really has some effect. At least now, no medicine is needed, and he can also wave his sword on the woman's snow-white body.

With this effect, Hu Bufan persisted and could dance with his sword as long as he had a month.

Not many people know about this, but Lang Wuxu has always been his close friend and is well aware of Hu Bufan's habit.

There is a moon tonight.

In the night sky, a crescent moon is like a hook. Hu Bufan held a sword in his hand, wearing a light white outfit, and dancing swords with a very gentle movement in the moonlight.

A servant in Qingyi hurried to the yard. He saw Hu Bufan dancing with his sword from afar and did not dare to approach him. He just stood far away. After several moves, Hu Bufan slowly put away his sword. A maid serving him next to him hurriedly brought a hot towel. Hu Bufan reached out to take it, wiped his forehead, put down his sword, took the tea handed over, and coughed. The servant in Qingyi approached and bent.

"What happened?" Hu Bufan handed over the teacup. The Qingyi servant was his confidant. When practicing qigong, ordinary people naturally could not disturb him, but if there was any special situation, this person could come and report it.

The servant in Qingyi took two steps forward and said respectfully: "Master, I have a letter!"

"Oh?" Hu Bufan was calm and composed. He would receive many letters every day, mostly from local officials from various parts of the Qin Dynasty. When he was in the position of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he would always be plagued by everything. He walked leisurely to a stone bench next to him and sat down, asking, "Where did the letter come from?"

The servant reported: "Someone just sent this letter to the front of the mansion, and said that this letter is urgent and must be given to the master immediately, otherwise something big will happen!"

"What a big deal?" Hu Bufan frowned, took the letter and asked, "What does that person look like? Who sent it?"

"It's an ordinary person." The servant said: "He sent the letter, but he didn't say what his origin was. He was about to leave, but the little one had a scruple, but he was afraid that the man's origin was unknown, so he asked someone to stabilize him first and not let him go."

Hu Bufan nodded and said, "That's very good." After looking at the envelope, it said the five words "Hu Bufan's personal opening" on it. These five words are very square. Such handwriting can be written by those who sell characters on the street. It is ordinary and it is impossible to tell who wrote it from the handwriting.

Hu Bufan frowned slightly, took out the letter, glanced twice, his expression changed drastically, and he stood up suddenly, like a rabbit bitten by a snake, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of horror.

Seeing this, the servant felt something strange and asked carefully: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Not good!" Hu Bufan said in horror: "Catch the person who sent the letter and don't let him escape." Without saying a word, he held the letter tightly, and walked away anxiously.

The servant heard Hu Bufan's orders and knew that the matter was serious, so he hurried to the door of the mansion. Hu Bufan looked frightened and walked through the courtyard, hurriedly passing through the mansion. His Shangshu Mansion was very active and green, with deep courtyards, curved bridges, flowing water rockery, carved beams and painted buildings, all of which were exquisite and gorgeous, with flying eaves and corners, black tiles and white walls.

Hu Bufan was very fast and looked panicked. He had already sweated from his forehead. He even shook his feet while walking, but he did not dare to stop. The letter had been nestled in his arms and was squeezed into the palm of his hand. He had already been sweating deep in his palm. He soaked the letter. Wherever he passed, the maids and servants who were still on duty at night were all a little surprised. On weekdays, the master was calm in the mansion and rarely saw him in such a distraught appearance.

Along the way, several servants were obviously worried that something had happened, and they all followed behind. Hu Bufan didn't care who was following behind him, and walked all the way, turning east and west. Fortunately, he was the owner of this mansion, and was extremely familiar. If he had been a stranger, he would have been confused by turning east and west. He didn't know how many corridors, walked through several courtyards, walked through a small white marble bridge, and reached a quiet yard. There was a small pond next to the pond, with green willows swaying around the pond, and the yard was not big and surrounded by red walls. He lived alone in the huge Shangshu Mansion, which seemed very quiet.

Hu Bufan walked to the gate of the courtyard. The gate of the courtyard was actually covered with a large copper lock. The lock was tight. Then he remembered that he didn't carry a key. He slapped his forehead. Perhaps he was too anxious and kicked the gate at the gate. Unfortunately, the gate was thick and tight. He kicked it on it, but the gate was still motionless.

"Come on, open the door!" Hu Bufan shouted.

Behind them were seven or eight servants, all wearing green hats. Under the moonlight, the figures flashed. Two people rushed forward and kicked the door together. Although these two people had some strength, they only kicked the thick door and could not kick it open.

Hu Bufan stomped his feet in a hurry. At this moment, he saw a Qingyi servant running to the wall and squatting down. Hu Bufan understood the meaning. At this time, the door was locked by a copper lock, and he couldn't kick it open for a while. In a hurry, he could only climb over the wall and entered.

He was really anxious at this time, but fortunately the red wall was not very high. He walked a few steps and climbed up the wall on the man's back. The man sent Hu Bufan to the wall. Then he quickly climbed up the wall, jumped off the wall first and went in, and carefully picked Hu Bufan up from the inner wall. After Hu Bufan landed, he immediately went to the main hall of the yard. Thinking of something, he turned around and said, "You are waiting here, don't have to follow me!"

The servant lowered his head and agreed.

Hu Bufan then quickly walked to the main house in the yard. Fortunately, he was not locked here, so he pushed the door open and went in. It was dim inside. However, Hu Bufan was obviously very familiar with this place. He quickly lit the sesame oil lamp and it suddenly lit up inside.

There are many tablets in the center of the house, but it turns out to be a small ancestral hall where Hu Bufan worships the tablets of his ancestors. It is deserted and silent everywhere.

There were three rows of spiritual positions from top to hem, and there were more than a dozen tablets. It seemed that Hu Bufan had worshipped all his known ancestors and worshipped them here. Of course, no one would dare to come easily in such a place, let alone anyone would be willing to come.

The yin energy in the small ancestral hall was so strong that Hu Bufan looked around and looked a little nervous. He slowly walked to the spirit card, held one of the spirit cards with one hand, then rotated it to the left, and then reached the edge of the other spirit card, stretched out his hand and rotated it to the right. As soon as he turned to his head, he heard a "click" sound, and one of the spirit tablets suddenly sank down, as if it had fallen into it.

Hu Bufan looked solemn and his feet were filled with lead. He walked over nervously. He saw a black hole at the place where the spirit card fell, as big as a fist. Hu Bufan turned around and there was silence outside. Then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and reached into the hole with extreme tension, and he reached into the hole. Soon, the nervous expression on his face slowly sootheed, and he pulled his hand suddenly, and took out a book that was not thick but not thin, from it.

Hu Bufan's book came to the side of the sesame oil lamp, looked through a few pages, and the last look of nervousness and horror on his face disappeared. He sneered, put the account book on the table, spread the piece of paper soaked in sweat in his palm, and whispered: "I heard that you have a red and silver book, and borrow it from you, and you will return it in five days!" He sneered: "It's really nonsense. The red and silver book is collected here, extremely secret, and no one knows it. I will see who can steal it. Borrow it... Borrow it is related to my life. You can't borrow it even if you want to borrow it. Could it be that I still have to lend it to you?" At this time, I was sure that what was said in the letter was all nonsense, and the red and silver book did not disappear here, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Hu Bufan suddenly felt something was wrong, he was a little confused for a moment and frowned, but he soon remembered that this red and silver book was extremely secret, so how could anyone write such a letter? Who knew the existence of the red and silver book, and it was such a big joke?

"Not good!" Hu Bufan's mind was not stupid enough, and suddenly realized something, and his expression changed drastically again.

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