Aoyama

It was night, the moon was bright, Qi Lin carried a hoe on his shoulder, and carried a blanket in his hand, and he stopped in the mansion in a chic way, smiling and said to Master Han: "My lord, the east courtyard is not bad, general Qi will stay here."

All of a sudden, Han Shui froze in place, unable to utter a word.A Rui's eyes widened: "General Qi?" Qi Lin: "I'm here!" Han Shui corrected: "It's not a general, but a handyman."

At the time of the presentation, Master Han said this: he worked hard to think about his mistakes, and monitored his whereabouts to prevent accidents.The empress readily complied.

Therefore, success is like this, and failure is like this, Qi Lin picked up the bedclothes, opened his legs and walked to the side, about to push the door of the house.

A Rui quickly explained: "General Qi, you can't live in the east courtyard, you have to live in the back garden." Qi Lin: "What garden?" A Rui: "It's not the garden, it's the back garden."

The night wind caressed her clothes fluttering, Han Shui calmly tied the ribbon on her neckline and smiled jokingly.Qi Lin threw away the hoe, looked up to the sky and sighed, "The tiger fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs."

There are many people in the Han family, so Qi Lin deliberately chooses the time to come in the middle of the night.Unexpectedly, as soon as the outfits were settled, hundreds of people in the mansion were all spreading the word: a handyman came to the servant room, it was General Qi.

General Qi's ability to mess with the world can be seen from the behavior of those two black crows.Han Shui was worried that the people under him would be bribed by him again, so A Rui transferred a confidant to monitor his whereabouts.

"This room is small, and it's too crowded for four people, why are you still here?" Qi Lin said in a domineering tone, and pushed away the guy holding the bamboo mat, "Where are you coming from?"

Han Shui followed and walked in: "He is A Rui's younger brother, his name is A Xiang." The other servants got up and saluted one after another, and A Xiang bowed to greet him: "Master Han."

There are four beddings on the bamboo couch, a few supplies in the wooden cabinet, and all the furnishings in the house are quite satisfactory, neither ostentatious nor shabby.

Han Shui winked at A Rui.A Rui asked in a daze, "What is your order?" Han Shui sighed: "You guys go out for a while."

In midsummer, the bitter night is short, and the cicadas sing through the open pavilion.Qi Lin whistled, turned around and spread the bamboo mat for A Xiang, his movements were chic.Han Shui didn't say hello, and went forward to pull Qi Lin's skirt.

A few years ago, after this provocation, the dry wood and fire would have been ignited long ago.But even though he was in front of the couch, Qi Lin remained motionless, like a green hill.Han Shui didn't say anything, he simply tore open the skirt of the person in front of him, and searched.

On the wheat-colored chest, there were still three unhealed blood holes.Even, the periphery of the wound has become inflamed and purulent.

Han Shui raised his eyes: "Why?" Qi Lin: "I'm ordered by you, don't dare to be slow." Han Shui sat down on the couch, breathless: "Why would you rather bruise the wound repeatedly than tell me the truth? "

The truth did not come out of his mouth, but fell from the loose skirt of his clothes.Han Shui frowned, and picked up the roll of silk painting.Above the painting, a mother and daughter are cuddling each other, the woman is wearing a water blue fairy dress, and she is hugging her little girl under the tree.

You can't return home, you can't see your blood relatives, it's a tragedy in the world.Han Shui sighed, his eyelashes congealed.Qi Lin explained: "Before coming here, I have to go to the south to settle them down, and I'm afraid you won't allow me, so..."

Han Shui: "Am I that kind of person?" Qi Lin smiled: "Who are you? Aren't you just a prostitute." The sharpness of the words cut his heart.Han Shui couldn't hold back and coughed violently.

In an instant, blood splashed on the silk painting.

"I... sorry..." Han Shui didn't care about the smell on his lips, and hurriedly wiped the painting with his sleeve.Qi Lin: "Can't you tell even a joke?" After speaking, he hugged the person and the painting in his arms.

Say goodbye to the sea, and reunite with the moon as before.Han Shui closed his eyes, grabbed Qi Lin's white clothes, and laughed miserably.Qi Lin stroked his back and said with a relieved smile, "Why bother with such a trivial matter."

Han Shui: "You have been wronged for a while, okay?" Qi Lin: "I told you earlier, I will never let you down." Han Shui cautiously: "Then you...will turn against you?"

He knew that these words were naive, so he just asked.Qi Lin's starry eyes rolled: "Good people, don't go against me, Qi is here, and I will accompany you to cure your cough first."

After saying this, within half a month, Qi Lin regretted it.It turned out that there were innumerable attendants accompanying Mr. Han in the mansion.His handyman, to put it bluntly, is a servant who serves his servants.

Which son wants to plant a Bodhi in the garden, which Confucian scholar needs to move several carts of books, from the five yards up to the courtyard, down to the ditches and wells, all kinds of work have to be done.The only thing he didn't do was to accompany Mr. Han.Mr. Han, the sun in the sky is unattainable, and he never lowered his worth for a handyman.

In the early morning, Qi Lin carried two buckets of hot water, walked through the courtyard, and watched Mr. Han, dressed in rich and noble silk, leave in a high-spirited chariot.

In the evening, Qi Lin was chopping firewood with a sickle in his hand, hoping that Ah Xiang would rush from the front hall and tell him, "Master Han is eating in the hall, please light the fire."

Looking up to the sky and sighing, in such a situation, the sky will send a great mission to the people, so you can't feel cold.It wasn't until Qi Lin found out that Mr. Han not only kept his diners, but also his servants.And even the sex servants are single-person and single-yard, served by servants, which is a hundred times more luxurious than him, a hero of the world.

The world is hot and cold, and people's hearts are not old!

The summer rain is majestic and the summer wind is vigorous. In one night, a few glazed tiles were blown away from the Xieshan roof of Danfengyuan, leaking the wind and rain.Mr. Xiaofeng was in a hurry, calling for help everywhere.

In the lower room, the handymen were having fun guessing stones and betting on copper coins, and they were called by the housekeeper A Rui to rush to repair the roof.There was still thunder and lightning in the sky, and the rain was so heavy that no one dared to step on the bamboo ladder.

Qi Lin yawned: "My lord, he will go to the other house and wait for the weather to clear up." This made sense, and the others nodded in agreement, but A Rui didn't dare to persuade him.

Mr. Xiaofeng, the royal bestowed lover, is a bit domineering in the palace, how can he bear the grievance of being squeezed into a room with others.The young master said: "General Qi won't repair it, so I will repair it myself." Now it's all right, people already know that this is Qi Lin, the great hero who helped Yunmeng win thousands of miles.

Qi Lin sat on the porch: "My lord, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you fix it?" Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, and without his coir raincoat, he walked into the rain curtain.

Qi Lin sighed: "Wait a minute, Qi will fix it for you." Misfortune is easy to make, and he doesn't want to add trouble to Mr. Han.

The lightning is like a whip, the rain is like a brush, and the slippery glazed sloping roof makes it difficult to slip three inches.Qi Lin had never done bricklaying work before, so he had to consult his staff for every move he made.In addition, the night is dark, and the vision is blurred. How can the flesh and blood not be afraid.

Mr. Xiaofeng hung his shoes and socks to dry, smiled and said to the boy: "He's a general who has been on the battlefield, look at his greedy life and fear of death."

After dawdling for nearly half an hour, he was finally done. Qi Lin slid down the bamboo ladder with a squeak, and let out a long breath.The clothes on his body were already wet, and water was still dripping from his forehead.

Everyone was discussing and dispersed, but a gentle white shirt came from the north.Qi Lin narrowed his eyes: "This young master's roof is also leaking from wind and rain?"

The white shirt has a handsome face, and he waved his sleeves and bowed: "General Qi, Xi Lun, my former disciple in Xianan, please ask Xiao She to talk." Qi Lin patted the dust and looked carefully, his hands were still scratched.

"General Qi, the hero, has fallen to this point. Heaven is jealous of the talents." Seeing this, Xi Lun burst into tears, and his sleeves trembled. "Lun has several volumes of poems, and dare to ask the general for advice."

In Yulanyuan, the two sat in accordance with the etiquette.Qi Lin said: "What about the poems?" Xi Lun said: "The New Year's Day poetry meeting, the imperial court will invite the kings of all countries to Lin'an, which is a rare event in Yunmeng's century."

Recently, there has been an endless flow of people entering the city, coming from all corners of the country.Dozens of post houses have been newly built in the city, and most of the streets, pavilions, markets, and residential houses have been renovated and rectified, presenting a brand-new atmosphere.

Seeing that Qi Lin was silent, Xi Lun went to check outside the house three times, and when he came back, he tiptoedly closed the doors and windows.

Sitting down, two cups of bud-colored green tea and a silk jade lamp, Xi Lun stared like a torch: "Chang Ming, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, has already greeted me. At that time, it is a good opportunity for us to persuade Your Majesty to abolish the film department."

Qi Lin smiled: "You yourself dislike the poor and love the rich, so you go to Mr. Han and become a guest, and you still think about abolishing the film department?" Unexpectedly, this white-faced scholar is vivid and real.

The sound of the rain outside was majestic, and there was an undercurrent surging inside the house.Xi Lun dipped his fingertips in the tea and painted on the brown wooden table.At the end, Qi Lin glanced at it, and there were three big characters of "Duan Fang" - the side of Qing Jun.

Qi Lin jokingly knocked over the teacup and washed away the taboo words in front of him.Xi Lun was stunned: "General, don't you hate Han Dog for causing you so far?!" Qi Lin laughed.The world is so big, he only hates one person, and that is the emperor sitting on the imperial chair.

Xi Lun pressed: "General?!" Qi Lin: "Young Master Xi is calm, and Qi admires you." The wind and rain startled the cicadas, and Xi Lun let out a long sigh.Before leaving, Qi Lin made it clear: "My lord, don't worry, although Qi can't participate in this matter, he will never spread it to the outside world."

Little did they know, behind this heavy rain and these three words of tea, there were decades of wind and frost, blood and tears of generations.

The lotus moon, the Star Lantern Festival is in sight, and the suburbs of Lin'an are full of construction sites, making it even more crowded and lively.Mr. Jiangnan blames old Mr. Chu Yi, in his sixtieth year, he painted a five-lun lantern, which is exquisite and exquisite.

His son Chu Rong didn't want to publicize at first, but he didn't want to be photographed by Shang Shuxing immediately after the painting was published.Lin Yun, please play, all officials above the third rank will be given a Wulun lantern painted by Mr. Chu in their homes.

The lanterns were handed out to the Han House, and Han Shui smiled: "Shang Shusheng is so stingy this year, so I just gave out one." How did it work?Lin Yun ordered the craftsmen to work overtime, and sent another [-] more lamps to the Han family that day to calm the storm.

It's not that Mr. Han doesn't understand the style, it's just that he can't refute it.The five ethic are the phoenix, the crane, the mandarin duck, the wagtail, and the oriole, respectively, representing the way of monarch and minister, father and son, husband and wife, brother, and friend.

On the way of monarchs and ministers, he once seduced/seduced the empress of the dynasty; on the way of father and son couples, he had no father and no wife;

Of the [-] lanterns, everyone in the house took a few, but there were not many left.Mr. Han fiddled with Zhi Sui'er, and suddenly there was an evil fire in his heart.He called A Rui and told him, "Light up the lanterns by the riverside during the Star Lantern Festival, so that the young masters can get ready."

A Rui: "Who should go?" Han Shui thought for a while: "What is the name of the one who asked Qi Lin to repair the roof last time?" A Rui: "Mr. Xiaofeng." Han Shui: "Xiaofeng One, Xiwu one, and the rest can go together if they want to go."

A Rui raised his eyebrows: "Then General Qi?" Han Shui threw the lantern and smiled slightly: "Of course."

Desires are hard to fill, and stealing springs is addictive.Since moving into the mansion, Han Shui has gradually been used to some delicate problems, for example, playing with people's hearts.

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