Chapter 65 Oh, tears

The Qing Dynasty royal family has always been extremely strict in the management of eunuchs. Among the many rules, there is a death order that eunuchs are absolutely not allowed to buy houses outside the palace. On the one hand, this is to ensure the privacy and security of nobles in the palace and facilitate the control of the imperial guards. On the other hand, it is to prevent eunuchs who have the conditions to buy houses and live in a collusion with ministers in the court.

However, those eunuchs with status will never lack money. Since they cannot buy houses in the outbound purchase office, they have to work hard in the place where they live now. Therefore, they can still find more than a dozen very conspicuous mansions in the seemingly slum area of ​​Huayifang.

The eunuchs' unique courtyard stands calmly and proudly in the bustling clothes washing workshop.

It was already late at night, and Hong Zhu arranged the matters in the East Palace, knelt down to the Queen and the Crown Prince, and led a few of his confidant eunuchs to the washing room.

Not long after leaving the inner palace, the confidant eunuchs carried out somewhere and carried the bamboo sedan chair, and asked him to sit on it.

In the inner palace, Hong Zhu did not have the courage to show off, but after leaving the inner palace, he would not refuse such things that should be enjoyed. But tonight, his face was not very good-looking, and those little dazzling red bumps shrank in the cold wind, and his mood was a little dull.

He forcibly covered the fear and anxiety in his eyes, said a few words to the eunuchs around him, and cursed a few more times, asking them to serve the two people in the East Palace well. The fear in his heart was eliminated by the scolding, which made him feel a little comfortable.

After entering the small courtyard of his home, he muttered something, then entered the house and sat on the ring chair next to the kang. The style of this ring chair was exactly the same as the ring chair where Eunuch Hong was basking in the sun outside the Hanguang Hall. He was specially asked for someone to do it.

Whenever there is a eunuch who comes to the courtyard to do business, he will think of the relationship between Mr. Xiao Hong and the old eunuch, and he feels vigilant and respectful.

Hong Zhu was very proud of his hand. She sat on the chair, holding a pot of hot tea in her left hand and slowly sipped it. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old eunuch respectfully knelt down respectfully, took off his shoes, and then fed hot water to burn his feet.

Feeling the little hands rubbing his feet in the wooden basin, Hong Zhu felt a very strange feeling, a little satisfied, a little proud, and a little sad. His family was also a gentry family back then. He had several wealthy families of Jinshi, but was only taken over by the Lian family of the official, which made his life become what he is today. If it weren't for such a tragedy, Hong Zhu thought. At his age, he should have passed the Spring Examination and started his career in the officialdom.

Whenever he thought about this, he couldn't help but feel sad and angry. Then he felt the most sincere gratitude to the little Fan outside the palace.

Hong Zhu is not an ungrateful person. The so-called scholar died for his confidant. He always believed that although there was no such thing in his crotch, his heart... was still a scholar.

His fingers slowly rubbed the particles on the surface of the purple clay teapot, but his mind was not on this wonderful touch. He thought about the thing he took to tell Mr. Xiao Fan, and he didn't know what kind of harm this matter would bring to him... He was afraid for many days. It was not until Mr. Xiao Fan returned to Beijing that he felt a little confident. Leave such a terrible thing to Mr. Xiao Fan. Perhaps he would get some benefits from it, and he could repay his kindness, as long as... the incident did not involve him.

The candlelight inside the house shook for a while, and the light and shadow were a little blurred.

Fan Xian called Hong Zhu to his side, put it on his ear and said softly. The more Hong Zhu heard, his eyes brighter, but there was still unhidden fear and fear in the bright color. However, this fear and fear cannot match the future reward.

Just like ministers in the court, the eunuchs in the palace naturally had to suppress the dealer in the dark, especially eunuchs like Hong Zhu who had already reached a certain level.

Since a year ago, because of Fan Xian's secret actions, Hong Zhu has no choice but to press on him and Shufang's palace.

"You and I are inconvenient to contact you and I always have to find a way." Fan Xian explained some things and frowned and said, "But we can't pass by the middle-aged man, and there are some details. I have to go back and think about it very much. Before I go back to Jiangnan, we must meet again. In the first lunar month, when will you be able to leave the palace?"

"Twenty-two." Hong Zhu swallowed a saliva and lowered his head and said, "The Empress does not like the embroidery color that Jiangnan paid tribute last autumn. Please order a batch from Dongyi City. This is a business to earn money. The Empress rewarded me and I can go out that day."

Fan Xian nodded, confirmed the time for the next time to join, but a thought flashed through his mind. He found that the queen really favored the eunuch Hong Zhu - he looked at the acne on Hong Zhu's forehead. He subconsciously looked at his crotch, and then laughed silently. He saw too many filthy things in this gloomy palace, and couldn't help but think about anything down three ways.

However, this is impossible. The inspection of entering the palace was too strict. On the land of Qing Kingdom, there was no story like Wei Xiaobao.

Fan Xian didn't dare to stay in Hongzhuyuan for too long, and finally gave a few careful advice and left.

It took a long time after he left that Hong Zhu felt relieved. Looking at the corner of the kang in the empty house and the lights in the room, he was confused. The door of the room was not open, how did Lord Xiao Fan leave?

"Hey, it's really awesome."

Hong Zhu slapped his thigh and secretly admired. The big stone that had been pressing on his heart these days, for some reason, suddenly became much lighter after Fan Xian arrived. Maybe he told the secret of the world and divided it halfway, maybe he felt that a fairy-like figure like Lord Fan would be able to handle this matter well.

He was very confident in Fan Xian and felt that he could finally have a good sleep today. He blew out the lights with his face, took off his clothes, and got into the thick quilt. Although Xiu'er's youthful and beautiful body was missing in the quilt, Eunuch Xiao Hong still felt very happy.

However, Fan Xian’s confidence in Hong Zhu was not very sufficient.

There are three ways to control Hong Zhu. On the one hand, he was to help his family revenge, and on the other hand, he gave his brothers in Jiaozhou countless benefits. The real use of bondage to Hong Zhu is still the word "love". People in this world are different. Some people can buy it with money, while others have no ability to resist in front of beautiful women. Fan Xian confirmed that Hong Zhu is a very special little eunuch, quite sincere and chivalrous, otherwise he would not be willing to become a nail in his hands because of repaying his kindness, nor could he please the old eunuch Hong occasionally...

However, a person's character always changes with the environment he is in. Now Hong Zhu is no longer the miserable child who escapes in the mountains and fields, nor is he a little eunuch in the palace bullying. He is the eunuch in the leader of the Eastern Palace, and is deeply favored by the queen. His Majesty likes him. The eunuchs in the palace please the eunuchs and the maids in the palace please. They can live in their bodies and live in the body. They can nourish their energy, vanity can eliminate bones, and profit can be filled with hearts. Who knows whether he will not be able to withstand the temptation of interests in the future and fall silently to the other side.

No one knew that Hong Zhu was from other places, so it would be very easy for other factions to accept him. If he was playing Wujian, Fan Xian was of course happy in this state. But if Hong Zhu really did, he had no choice.

Fortunately, there is such a secret. Fan Xian is very grateful for this secret. No matter what benefits it can bring to him in the future, at least this common secret can prevent Hong Zhu from leaving him again, at least before the eldest princess and the prince collapsed.

Back at the residence in the front corner of the imperial city, in the darkness, Fan Xian carefully confirmed that the small mechanism he set up when he left was not destroyed. It seemed that no one came to disturb him in this short time. He stretched out his fingers to hook the black hair, and entered the two sweetly sleeping eunuchs who had wiped something at the noses.

Then he sat on the bed, took out the road from his arms and touched a bottle of imperial wine on the ground, sprinkled a little at the edge of the bed. After sitting down for a while, he fell asleep.

Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian couldn't help but look back at the thick vermilion palace wall, subconsciously thinking that the farther away from the palace, the better. He entered the palace too many times. But every time he entered the palace, he could feel the cool smell like when he first visited the palace.

It has nothing to do with the weather, it’s just cool...it’s slightly cool.

He hates the taste in the palace, so he hates staying in the palace all the time. He sympathizes with the emperor who has been locked in the palace. Similarly, he really doesn't want to be the emperor. This is not pretentious, but the truth.

A post on a forum in his previous life once described the inhuman pain of the profession of the emperor, so Fan Xian wanted to retain his own right to choose his own job. This is probably the biggest conflict between him and Chen Pingping.

He was surrounded by tens of thousands of chunks of money, rode a horse to the south of the Yangtze River, carried the Emperor's sword, and controlled the world's power remotely. This kind of life might be good.

Among the four great masters, Ye Liuyun's life is the most relaxing thing. But he also needs the money and meticulous service from Junshan Club.

But Fan Xian doesn't need it.

Immersed in the beautiful imagination, Fan Xian turned his head and glanced at his wife. He stroked the hair on her head lovingly and said, "In a few years, the world will be peaceful."

"How many years?" Wan'er touched the corners of her lips and said with a far-fetched smile: "I hope so."

"How are you talking to your mother?" Lin Wan'er looked at the street scene in Kyoto outside the car window and suddenly asked this question.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned and said gently: "I chatted for a while, but there was nothing substantial. You looked so tired yesterday and went to bed so early, so I didn't stay too long."

"I'm pretending to be asleep." Lin Wan'er said calmly: "If I don't sleep, it will be inconvenient for you to say anything."

Fan Xian was silent for a long time, and then he realized that his wife gave him a chance to negotiate with his mother and a chance to see if he could compromise. However... the blood in both sides' hands was already too much, and it was difficult to wash it clean and then shake it for a second hand.

Feeling the silence of the husband beside him, Lin Wan'er suddenly felt a little weak and weak, and said softly: "What should I do?"

Fan Xian quietly embraced his wife gently into his arms, not knowing how to say anything.

Wan'er did not reject his arms, leaned her head gently on his chest, and a trace of indifference and despair appeared and disappeared, and tears began to fall, like pearls, forming a line, wetting Fan Xian's clothes.

It’s not that Fan Xian has not considered what to do, but the situation has already been achieved. He can try to defeat the second prince’s ambition, but there is no hope at all that he can convince the eldest princess to withdraw from the world’s big stage.

Either you die or I die.

Wan'er, who was in it, was naturally the most pitiful person. Fan Xian knew this but couldn't change anything. He hugged his wife in his arms tightly, and for some reason, his heart began to feel sad.

A year ago, Wan'er reminded him that his mother might join forces with the prince again.

Thinking back at this time, Fan Xian couldn't help but admire his wife's keen intuition, knowing that Wan'er didn't understand the surging undercurrents in the peaceful and prosperous times of the Qing Kingdom, but she was just sandwiched between them and could only remain silent.

I was silent all the time, and seemed to be gone.

Because of this, Fan Xian felt more and more guilty and apologized to his wife, because he could not say anything, and even a promise could not be given.

The wife in her arms was crying silently.

Fan Xian gently wiped the tears from her face with his big finger.

Looking up at the street scene outside the window, he thought to himself that even if a person has two lives, there are still many things that cannot be changed and many wishes that cannot be achieved.
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