According to the rules of the north, the fifteenth day of the first month is over, and the year is over.

Shen Huan was dressed in filial piety, and there was no joy on her face, but no one in the Gu family was serious about her, only that she felt that she was alone and had a wandering background, which was really pitiful.

Gu Cheng got up early and went to the Beizhen Fusi Office and listened to people talk about a tragedy that happened in the year. Shen Hui, the former secretary of the Ministry of War, died in prison, not tortured, nor was it considered to be a dead death, but he was frozen to death. After inquiring again, I found out that it was the jailer on duty who ate wine, but I don't know if it was kindness or Shen Hui asked for it, so he gave him a pot, and he got drunk and fell to the ground. The jailer thought he was out of breath, so he dragged him into the snow and buried him, and one night passed, he was really out of breath, and when he looked back the next day, his body was stiff.

Shen Hui is going to die sooner or later, so he didn't dig deeper, and it doesn't seem to be so simple for a jailer to dare to do such a thing with wine and courage, anyway, Gu Cheng doesn't believe it. The case has been tried so far, and there are still many unclear places, perhaps it was the instructions of the celebrant that resulted in this person in an unclear way.

But how should he explain to Shen Huan, he was completely at a loss in his heart. Listening to her words that day, he sketched a hero in his mind, and the hero died in such a ridiculous way, which made him feel that the court and era in which he lived were also extremely ridiculous.

When the day is good, Shen Huan will also walk around the yard, piggybacking on Hanxiang to help Hanxiang and cook decoction for Xu's family. The kitchen is the world of my mother, except for the decoction, she doesn't like others to set foot on weekdays.

Today I wish my mother to go out and run to a place five streets away, just to buy two bundles of new winter bamboo shoots, it was Gu Chengnian who got up early and said a word, she heard it. What she didn't hear was that last night, Shen Huan and Gu Cheng chatted about the pickled fresh bamboo shoots made. In the past, the chef of the Shen family was from the south, and Shen Huan was used to the taste of Wuzhong from snacks.

Zhu Ma came back, as if she was frightened by the boss, and complained according to her chest, "Today's people are really not particular, the sky is blue and the sun is white, and it has only been the New Year, and they are pulling people out of the city to bury them through the streets." Hey, it's bad luck to travel. ”

Shen Huan smiled lightly, "You sit down and rest for a while, take a breath, and give the Bodhisattva incense for a while, as if you didn't see anything." ”

Zhu Mother sighed, "Sin, where can it be so light, I can see it really, a face is exposed under the sheet, it is cyan." One arm hangs out, and he can't even bend it. It's definitely not a good death, cough, this is nonsense, the people pulled out by the Fusi of Beizhen can have a few full beards and tails. ”

Shen Huan frowned, "Beizhen Fusi? Isn't that the realm where the third brother stays? Is the yamen so unparticular about doing things? ”

Zhu mother's mother was looking for a knife to cut winter bamboo shoots, and casually responded to her, "This world is much less exquisite, not to mention that it is sinners who die." Look, it's fifty miles away, and it's quite proud...... Don't mention it, die early and live early. ”

Shen Hui is fifty-six years old this year, and he has a long beard on weekdays, and some people in the army jokingly call him a beautiful bearded man. Shen Huan's hands and feet were cold for a while, and he frowned seriously, "Beard? You look so closely, what does that life look like, do you see it clearly? ”

I wish my mother to work and focus, a little dissatisfied with her always asking about this, and said perfunctorily, "The face is blue, look at it and scare people to death, who is still staring at it carefully." ”

Before he finished speaking, the medicinal juice pounced out, and Shen Huan hurriedly got up and moved the jar. shouted Hanxiang to come in, he didn't say anything, and walked out of the kitchen in a flash.

When Gu Cheng came back in the evening, he found that Shen Huan's face showed a look of rejection. Maybe it's because of his weak heart, and he always feels that her eyes have the coldness of the first time they saw her. With her neck straight, she sat in a chair flipping through a book.

The devil sent God, and he came up with an irrelevant sentence, "Are you bored at home?" When spring begins, I will ask Mr. Xixi to teach you to read. ”

She took her eyes off the book and looked at him clearly, "I've finished reading all four books, what else do you want to learn?" ”

On his lap was Shang Shu, who put it aside and asked him with a smile, "The third brother is a two-rank jinshi, and he can teach me by himself." There is a sentence, what does it mean that Hong Fan is only blessed and powerful? ”

This is to advocate that the emperor can do whatever he wants, although later generations have explained otherwise, as if it did not work in the present world.

Gu Cheng was puzzled, why did she suddenly ask this, her heart was a little confused, and her answer was also a little confused, "Dongpo Bachelor once explained, this is indeed the way to be a king." However, the monarch should do these two sentences, and he should sacrifice himself and follow the crowd, and not hold his own opinions; If the public discussion agrees, the monarch will implement it, and if the public discussion opposes it, the monarch will give up. In this way, the power of the monarch will not be usurped by individual ministers. ”

Shen Huan raised his chin and smiled, "Then there must be a good emperor and a good minister." The world can't tolerate this, what's the use of reading such a book? Third brother, do you say that? ”

Gu Cheng couldn't refute it, and his heart was even more empty.

Shen Huan smiled, "Is there a letter about my father?" ”

He hurriedly shook his head, and the thought of fleeing the door was again. But he didn't know that eyes can betray people, and a person who can't lie can't hide the panic in his eyes at all.

Shen Huanquan understood, and didn't want to force an honest man again, "Don't talk about this, the third brother wants to invite me to Xixi, just find a master who knows martial arts, how about it?" ”

Gu Cheng was stunned, thinking of those colorful glass beads, and also felt curious, "Who did you learn your kung fu from?" ”

"It's Mr. Xixi invited by my father, surnamed Gao." Shen Huan explained, "He is a son of the Shuzhong family, and his family business failed, so he went to Qingcheng Mountain to enter the Tao. The Daomen was not cultivated, I practiced kung fu, went down the mountain and wanted to join the army, and met my father by chance. My father saw that he was good at civil and military affairs, so he made him my master. ”

After speaking, he asked him, "You said you learned boxing, which way?" ”

Gu Chengdao, "Xingyi, there are fists and guns." ”

Her eyes lit up, "It turns out that Yue Wumu is your ancestral master." Suddenly he stood up and walked straight in front of him, "Do you want to take a hand?" ”

Gu Cheng subconsciously retreated and shook his head, "I've seen your kung fu, not your opponent." I've only practiced tricks, not internal strength. ”

Shen Huan laughed, "What are you afraid of?" It's just a hand, and it's not a real competition, can I still hurt you? ”

There was a stubbornness on her face, and her gaze was faint and unswerving, like a distant mountain. Gu Cheng was reluctant in his heart, and it was inevitable that his skin would be touched when he put his hand, he had no other thoughts, he just felt that this was not good for her.

"You're my brother!" She seemed to be able to read minds, and she could easily see through him and point it clearly.

It was just a shelf, and the two of them touched their arms lightly, and when they were next to each other, he was bounced away and took two steps back.

"Good internal strength!" He couldn't help but admire.

Shen Huan smiled and walked back to his seat reflexively, "This is not internal force, it is purely borrowed force, it is not really kung fu." You see, my master taught me some flower work, and if I really want to meet a master, I will have no way. ”

Gu Cheng heard it funny, "Practicing martial arts is for strengthening, not for fighting." You are a girl's family, and you don't mix the rivers and lakes, where do you meet a master. ”

She sat upright, and the contours of her slender legs could be vaguely revealed in her plain white skirt. He remembered what he had heard before, what kind of skeleton body shape was suitable for martial arts. She was born with good proportions and a flexible body, which is exactly this kind of person.

But this thought can't be moved, he wants to take care of her, he can't be as good as before, and he can't be too bad, and he will be raised until fifteen, and then he will open his eyes to find a good family for her.

Just as I was about to persuade her a few more words, I wished that my mother had called him for dinner, and it would only be a long time coming. Gu Cheng turned around with a smile, and the moment he closed the door, he saw a corner of his cyan shirt outside the tent next to the bed in a trance.

At night, it's so cold that it can still drip into ice. For several nights, there was no moon in the dark sky.

The roof of the Fusi Imperial Prison in Beizhen, with layers of tiles, feels a little like the armor on the general's body, and lying on it is like returning to his father's arms. Shen Huan's limbs were flat, quietly looking up at the deep dark night sky.

It was the fourth night, and she finally heard what she wanted to hear, and saw who she wanted to see.

The jailer on duty at night came out to let off steam, and listened to his footsteps as if he had been drunk and staggered. It didn't take long for someone in the house to shout, "Hu Dalang, you can't finish peeing, a soak of urine can catch up with other people's, lazy donkey grinding!" Be careful that there are ghosts outside, the first seven surnamed Shen haven't passed yet, come back to ask you for wine. ”

She didn't listen to the next swearing. The relaxed five fingers were clenched together, and gradually let go, she silently read the name Hu Dalang, and a sense of solemnity arose in her heart, this would be the first person she killed, and she should remember this person's name.

After the fifth watch drum was beaten, the sky was not bright at all, and the person who took over came up, and the person who had been guarding all night was dismissed, dragging his sleepy and tired steps, humming an out-of-tune tune, and walked into the alley.

In the depths of the quiet and narrow alley, a man of small stature, dressed in black and wearing a hat, hung his head slightly, and a wisp of beard appeared on his chin.

Hu Dalang glanced at it casually and continued to walk forward. The man seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and suddenly he came close to his body, and he went to the left, and he to the right, and the man to the right.

Hu Dalang became impatient, "His grandmother's, she doesn't have long eyes, she won't ...... if she walks well."

Before he finished speaking, his throat tightened suddenly, and the sharp pain and sudden fear made him lose his voice instantly, and when he wanted to shout, the back of his head suddenly ached, and his tongue lost its strength to speak, and it was paralyzed into mud.

Hu Dalang's pupils tightened, and there was a sallow lifeless face in it, and he couldn't remember when and where he had seen this person, and when and where he had offended this person.

As he pondered in horror, he saw the man raise his right hand, a sharp knife between his fingers, and the cold light sank down, and the sharp pain forced him to open his mouth wide and distort his face, and before the blood could spurt, the man quickly pushed his body away and jumped back gently.

The rolling red liquid continued to flow out from Hu Dalang's crotch, he collapsed to the ground, and before he fainted in pain, the last thing he saw was cut off by a sharp blade and rolled to the ground, his own life.

The man bent down and brushed his fingers over several of Hu Dalang's big holes, so the blood under him gradually stopped. In this way, no one will die immediately, and no one will be provoked by the weight of blood.

She looked at the dying man on the ground, staring carefully at his face, the first person she had punished, and she felt that her face should be noted.

Shen Huan smiled lightly, she suddenly changed her mind, such a person, just dead, too cheap for him. She doesn't like to be a hundred, she prefers to make people feel the pain of life.

Death is too solemn for him to have. If Gou Bi kills the hero in a ridiculous way, then she inflicts an even more ridiculous punishment on Gou Bi.

Shen Huan turned around and walked towards the quiet alley, then jumped on the roof and hurried back to the house before dawn.