"It's not going to hurt her." After the old lady finished speaking, she looked up at the official book, but as a result, seeing his expression, the old lady couldn't say anything. Moving her lips, the old lady could only sigh.

There were too many words to persuade him, and in the end all he was left to sigh.

Yes, there is no way to persuade him, because the previous events were too hurtful.

Soon, a snowman appeared in the courtyard, and two huge snow masses formed the body, the smaller one, piled on top of the big one. Looking at the snowball in front of him, the official book seemed to return to the days when he was not the official book.

At that time, he was just an ordinary person, at that time, he still had a wife, and he still had children.

The official Shangshu stood up straight, his eyes fell on the snowman, and he looked at it for a long time before shaking his hand and taking out a bracelet from his arms. The bracelet is sandalwood, and even in the cold wind, it has a faint sandalwood fragrance.

The old lady who just wanted to speak saw the sandalwood bracelet in the hand of the official Shangshu, and was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.

The official Shangshu looked at it for a long time, and finally reached out and stuffed the bracelet into the snowman's neck.

The old lady looked at the action of the official Shangshu and secretly touched her tears. Such a scene, starting from the kidnapping of the little young master, happens every year. Whenever an official in the capital is promoted, he will move to the corresponding mansion, and the only one who has not moved is the official book.

One courtyard and three small rooms are where one of the six Rite Department Shangshu lives, and no matter who looks at it, it is extremely shabby. At the beginning, His Majesty also forcibly let the officials move, but the officials would rather resist the decree than move, and in the end they had to give up.

"This is this year?" The old lady hesitated for a long time, but still asked out loud.

"Yes."

The old lady who got the response sighed heavily.

"It's just that this year, I shouldn't have done a good job of what they asked me to do." Standing in front of the snowman, the official Shangshu whispered, as if to say it to himself: "I don't know if I don't do well, whether they will bully you." ”

The official Shangshu stretched out his hand and wiped it on the top of the white snowman's head. The cold touch, with the pain of a pinprick, but the official Shangshu didn't seem to feel it, so he stood for a long time.

By the time he withdrew his hand, it was too stiff to hold.

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the door, or rather, the sound of slamming the door, and the official Shangshu glanced at the snowman, and finally reluctantly walked to open the door. The courtyard was very small, so when the door had not been completely smashed, the official Shangshu had already gone to open the door.

The person outside the door was wearing a very inconspicuous gray shirt, which looked quite shabby, but if you looked closely, you would see that inside the ragged shirt was a fine fur coat. The official Shangshu didn't have any research on fur fur, he couldn't see anything, but he happened to know this person.

"Lord Lin, it's been a year since our master said it's been a year, and you've worked hard to give you some hind leg meat." The man squinted his eyes and looked like he was talking.

It's just that the official Shangshu didn't appreciate it at all, and when he saw that the man was about to come in with pork, he slammed the door shut, and even plugged in the wooden bolt. If there is someone who the official department Shangshu wants to see and the least wants to see, it is only this person.

"Lord Lin, in addition to pork leg meat, I also brought news from Lin Gongzi, I don't know if you want to hear it?"

As soon as the door was closed, the man's shout came from outside, and the official Shangshu's hand shook and almost pulled the bolt of the door open. But his hand froze. It's been five years, and every year and this season, it's those people who tell the stories of their children.

Every time I listened to it, the official book was in pain. He doesn't know how many things he has done for the sake of his children, but not for the sake of the year, he can only listen to the news once or twice. However, he had no choice.

As time went on, the secretary did more and more things for those people, and he gradually became unable to withdraw. Even if you atone for your sins like an ascetic every day, you can't atone for what you've done for so many years.

"In that case, then I'll take my leave." The voices of the people outside rang out, and before he could leave, the door was opened again.

Then I heard a weary voice: "Come in." ”

It's like this every time, I want to shut these people out of the door with a hard heart, but when I think of it, the other party has been treated coldly by myself, what if I shoot at the child.

Even, the official secretary no longer knows whether his child is still alive, and it is like a life-saving straw seen by a person who is about to drown. Each time, it is in despair, looking for possible hope.

I just hope that what I get is not the worst news.

He led the man into the courtyard and led him into the house. The Shangshu Mansion without a subordinate was extremely cold, and Lord Shangshu didn't care, so he personally made tea to entertain the other party. In the past, only Lord Shangshu would struggle for a while, but now, Lord Shangshu has long given up.

This person doesn't look very dressed up. In his heart, he thinks of himself as one level higher than anyone else. When he came for the first time, the official didn't make him tea, and as a result, the other party sat here for a long time, stunned and had no news of the child.

The other party held the teacup, took a sip of tea, squinted his eyes, and made up a good aftertaste: "The tea made by Lord Shangshu himself is really unusual." ”

Shang Shu held another white porcelain teacup, and paused in the action of drinking water, but as a result, he still drank it smoothly.

"Say it, Chong'er's news." Shang Shu hoarsely voiced.

"It turns out that Lord Lin cares about the news of Ling Gongzi, and I think it's the pork sent this time." The man was still mocking, this kind of ridicule, the official Shangshu was used to it, and he was looking forward to it, because after such ridicule, it was the news of the child.

"Ling Gongzi is terrible now, and he also learned to concoct medicinal materials, this is the medicinal materials concocted by Ling Gongzi, he thought he hid it well, but we found out." The man took out a small sachet from his bosom and handed it to the Ministry of Rites.

The official Shangshu took it with a trembling hand, and opened it to see that it was really a piece of medicinal herb inside.

"Since the medicinal materials have been brought, then I will go back first. Next, please take care of this matter. The man stretched out his hand and took out a bag from his bosom.

The bag was much smaller than the one in the hand of the official Shangshu, and it looked much more delicate, but he didn't want to continue at all. It had to be something he didn't want to do, but he had to do.

"What are you pretentious about?" The man laughed again.

The secretary who had no choice but to take the bag and open it saw the note inside, his hand shook.

"You, you, what are you?" The official department is really close to the limit this time.

"It's just some drugs to help the fun, Lord Shangshu, don't worry about it. We have found the person who is guilty, and we will not delay your future a little. The man squinted.