When Lynch saw Han Feng's artificial performance, he knew that he had woken up long ago. He smiled secretly and said calmly: "Mr. Han, you feel the cold and faint." He turned his head and looked out the window. The sound of rain was soaring.

, "It's raining heavily outside. The doctor prescribed medicine. It's getting late," Lynch withdrew his gaze, his eyes fell on Han Feng's red cheeks, and his attitude was open, "Will Mr. Han stay in Lin's Mansion tonight?"

The hot temperature on his body made Han Feng dry mouth. He raised his dry lips and his eyes were obscure. "Thank you, Lord Lin, don't bother, I'll leave now."

As he said that, Han Feng had already sat up, and the quilt slid down along his movements, revealing his strong upper body, his chest and abdomen were covered with blocky muscles. Lynch moved his eyes away and stood up, "Mr. Han, why should you?

Are you welcome? Will the heavy rain stop for a while? Your clothes are wet again. I have asked the servant to wash them, so let's leave them."

"Then please trouble Lord Lin to borrow two old clothes for me and pay them back the next day."

After Han Feng woke up, his attitude became much tougher and he was determined to leave. Lynch had no choice but to keep him, so he had to ask the servant to take a few new guard clothes for Han Feng. His clothes were not the same size as Han Feng.

With the clothes, Lynch walked to the front of the house with his hands behind his back, looked up slightly at the rainy curtain, and attracted the servant to say nothing. The servant responded and ran away quickly.

Han Feng sat up and dressed, while dressing, his eyes involuntarily landed on Lynch's back.

A plain long gown with black hair, standing under the square eaves, like pine and cypress, the breeze blows by, blowing the snow-white hem, and it is spotless.

This is Han Feng's blood in his heart, the moon's light, and the cinnabar mole.

Han Feng lowered his head and put on his clothes randomly. When he got up down to the ground, he felt dizzy and dizzy. He was indeed sick.

You can't stay sick.

"Master Lin."

Lynch turned around, Han Feng was wearing Lin's guard uniform, his face was ecstatic, and he could not hide his demeanor. Although he was exhausted, he still bowed and gave Lynch a big gift, "Thank you, Lord Lin."

Help.”

"No need to thank you for your help," said Lynch. "Mr. Han, I have ordered my servants to prepare carriages and horses. Please do not refuse such heavy rain."

Han Feng's face turned redder and said softly: "Thank you."

The servants of Lin's mansion really have rules. They were like holding an umbrella for Lynch. When they passed the corridor, they used an oil umbrella to cover the splashed rain for Han Feng. When they got outside, they respectfully held an umbrella for Han Feng.

The carriage and horses were ready, the coachman was waiting in a straw hat and a straw raincoat. When he saw someone coming out, he got off the horse and lifted the curtain. The servant holding an umbrella took a paper bag from his heart and handed it to Han Feng, raising his voice in the surging rain, "

Lord Han, this medicine was prescribed by Dr. Jin from Jiuyou Hall in the west of the city to treat wind and cold. If you use it but it doesn’t get better, go to Dr. Jin and take a look.”

Han Feng's eyes curled up on the paper bag for a moment, reached out to take it and rub it slightly, and said hoarsely: "Thank you, your son, for me."

"You go slowly." The servant turned around without any nostalgia and ran into the mansion with an umbrella.

Han Feng got into the carriage, and the carriage was clean and tidy. The coachman whipped down and drove the horse, and said in a buzzing voice: "Sir Han, there is an umbrella under the seat, please take it."

Han Feng reached down and it turned out to be a well-dried oil umbrella. It didn't rain when he went out. It started to rain when he was about to arrive in Lin's mansion, so he left with mud and water.

Han Feng lowered his head and sniffed it lightly. He seemed to smell Lynch from the oil umbrella.

The whole carriage had a faint smell of Lynch's body. The incense burner hanging in the carriage exuded a faint fragrance, the same as in Lynch's house.

Han Feng felt aroused and asked loudly: "Is this carriage usually used by your young master?"

The coachman heard it blurred through the sound of rain, and threw down his whip again and replied loudly: "There is only the young master's carriage, nothing else!"

Han Feng understood that the Censor was not in the mansion, and the rest of the carriages in the mansion were also called, leaving only the one that Lynch used for him. Lynch used it for him.

Lynch was imprisoned, and one of the crimes was corruption. He said that he had made money to use himself, and was extravagant and gorgeous. A carriage, a porcelain bowl, a piece of paper, and a little ink were all evidence of crimes and were all presumptions.

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Han Feng grabbed the oil umbrella and took a deep breath. Because it was hot, his eyes were covered with red blood, and he shot a fierce look. If anyone in his previous life saw this light, he would be frightened and trembled.

The soul is flying.

Taishi Han was in charge of the two ministries of work and punishment. The most terrifying great achievement was to make a living person trap.

One pitfall and one scholar, one scouts the family and destroys the clan.

Han Feng fell ill when he returned.

The so-called illness comes like a mountain. He was plagued by all diseases in his previous life, especially the head wind, which almost stopped for a moment and lived a life of resurgence. These diseases seemed to be found together and torture him when he was strong.

Lynch went to the Ministry of Revenue for two days. Another official from the Ministry of Works, whose surname was Chang and whose name was Chang Xiangsong, came to ask for money again.

Chang Xiangsong is different from Han Feng. At first glance, his temperament looks softer than Han Feng, but he is hiding needles in the cotton and is unforgivable. He has been in the Ministry of Works for several years. He speaks in a combination of elegant and vulgar words, and constantly citing classics and cursing his mother on the face.

He was still smiling, and he couldn't stand the thin and tender nobleman, Lynch's thin skin, couldn't bear to eat.

But he underestimated Lynch. He spoke dry mouth, but Lynch didn't move his eyebrows. After hearing this, he only said quietly, "Where is Lord Han?"

Chang Xiangsong is going to be so annoyed.

He was also born in poverty, so he should be closer to Han Feng.

But he really hates Han Feng.

Although Han Feng is a son of a poor family, some of his behaviors are more particular than those princes. Chang Xiangsong couldn't stand it. He frowned and said in a cold tone: "Han Feng is sick and is taking leave."

Lynch didn't know if Han Feng was really sick or pretending to be sick, so he didn't say much, so he made a big move. "I've told Lord Han all the things he should say. If Lord Chang has time, he will know when he goes to Tantan's disease.

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Chang Xiangsong didn't expect that Lynch was such a person who wasted nonchalantly and wasted most of his talk. He was so angry that he left the tea on Lynch's table before leaving.

Lynch laughed. I heard that Chang Xiangsong had a nickname called Chang Bukong. The meaning of taking was very bad, "The thief doesn't leave empty", but it is indeed amazing. He is a good man who asks for money and never leaves empty-handed.

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Lynch greeted his colleague, "Brother Maocheng, please worry about how much trouble you have in the afternoon. I have something to do to go out."

"Go, don't come back," Qi Shenjun didn't raise his head and waved his hand generously, "Say hello to the Censor for me."

Lynch smiled and bowed his hand, asking the servant to prepare a carriage.

"Young Master, go back?"

"No, go to the Han Mansion."

The servant helped Lynch onto the carriage, with a little doubt, "Which Han Mansion?"

Lynch sat firmly and said calmly: "Dr. Han from the Ministry of Works - Han Mansion."

Han Feng has no private residence in Beijing, so he only rented an in-house yard. It is far away from the Ministry of Works and cannot be called a mansion. The door lintel is low, but the two words "Han Mansion" are very well-known, which shows that the person who wrote it is very skillful.

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The servant stepped forward and knocked on the door, knocked for a few times but no one responded. He turned his head in panic and looked at Lynch.

Lynch waved to him, and the servant raised his voice through the door and shouted a few times, "Mr. Han, are you there?"

Still no one responded, Lynch frowned, "System, is he okay?"

The system responded very quickly this time, "It's okay, in the brothel."

Lynch: “…”

The system said thoughtfully: "Chu Yunlou."

It's okay if someone is in a brothel. Lynch turned around and borrowed the servant's force to get on the car. He just lifted his feet up and slowly put them down. He looked back at the two words "Han Mansion" with silver hooks, a handsome boy

With a proud and solemn face in his mind, Lynch whispered: "Go to Changping Street."

Changping Street is the most lively and prosperous street in Beijing, among which is the most famous Xuanjin Cave in the capital - Chuyun Tower.

In fact, it is not a brothel. This dynasty is not allowed to visit prostitutes or open a prostitute. The emperor cannot tolerate dirty things at his feet, so it is all secret prostitutes.

The secret brothels next to them were carefully covered. In the depths of the willow alley, open a small door or a small window on the second floor. The fragrant handkerchief floated out gently, and the passing young merchants picked it up.

A charming look quietly came out of the crack in the door, and the soul caught it.

Chu Yun Tower is not, Chu Yun Tower is a "serious" teahouse, a place of chanting poetry and painting, and is elegant. From time to time, famous scholars open their halls and preach.

The whole color of the hall inside was wearing Taoist children's clothes, with long hair and high tie, a blue-blue shirt that set off a beautiful waist, and a snow-white robe covering the beautiful men or women's beautiful skin. When raising his hand to pour tea

A piece of white wrist appeared and a smile that seemed to be invisible.

As long as you pay the money, these Taoist children can "preach" to distinguish guests alone, and they can also speak in the building, and when they leave the building and return home.

The place where people who blatantly use the name of a scholar to do dirty things has been openly opened for three years and has stood firm. Many officials in the capital have also flocked to it, and it has become a place where all the nobles are tacitly used to seek pleasure.

"stop."

The carriage parked opposite Chuyunlou.

Lynch lifted the curtains on the carriage and turned his eyes to Chu Yunlou.

The appearance of Chuyun Tower looks extremely majestic and upright. The three words "Chuyun Tower" are also written by the masters of calligraphy in this dynasty. The couplets on both sides are engraved with the pine roots and stones, and the Zen gates are closed all day long.

This is Wen Tingyun's poem.

The second half of the sentence is "With companionship every year, no home, everywhere in the mountains." The title of the poem is to give it to the Lord Chu Yun.

Such a pure poem, titled here, is an endless irony.

It was already dark, the windows on all sides of Chuyun Tower were closed, and the door was closed tightly. It took a lot of silver to knock on this door, but there was no one at the door.

"Zi Fei?"

Lynch subconsciously looked back at the call, what is more embarrassing than getting off work early and then meeting a colleague in front of a brothel?

Qi Shenjun was not embarrassed, but was surprised. When he jumped out of the carriage, he saw a carriage opposite parked in the face protruding out, and was stunned. Isn’t this Lynch?
To be continued...