The red sun is scorching like fire,

Noda rice is half scorched.

The farmer's heart is like soup boiling,

Wang Sun Gongzi shook the fan.

On a hot day in June, there was silence in the field in the afternoon, and the willow tree drooped its head weakly, motionless, and on the trunk, a group of intellectuals sucked its precious juice and cried desperately: "The heat is dead, the heat is dead." ”

The loess official road was sunburned white, like an ugly skin snake, wriggling weakly, winding and fleeing into the distance.

In such weather, even the most industrious farmers dare not go to work, but in the hottest part of the day, there is the sound of horses' hooves, like thunder from far and near, and the dust that rises like a long dragon.

A flag is bright red like blood.

Such a movement, no matter how heavy the afternoon nap was, also woke up, rubbed the sleepy eyes, watched the horse team surging by, and vigorously waved the fan to fan the annoying dust twice, and reluctantly looked into the distance.

"Third Uncle Wa, you are literate, can you recognize the flag?"

"Wu, the horse ran too fast, and only recognized the word Wu."

"Phew, I don't have the eyesight, I've read the book for so many years."

Amid the laughter of the villagers, the horse team had already gone away.

Wu Yanzuo galloped on his horse, his face was full of dust, but there was not a drop of sweat, he only felt that the dry was about to crack, and his throat was even more hot and painful, but the mount under his crotch was drenched in sweat, the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, and the heat wave was surging to make people feel like sitting in a fire pit.

"Driving ......"

The official family is in a hurry, and there must be no mistakes.

Because of his meritorious service in governing the river, he no longer served as a privy envoy, but was sent to Shaanzhou, where he served as the envoy of the Baoyi Army, governing the army, managing the people, and preventing news, which was still quite important to the imperial court.

I just don't know what happened this time, when I rushed into Beijing.

"Dashuai, it's time to take a break, the horsepower is tired, and I can't stand it."

Hearing the anxious reminder of the guard, he let out a mouthful of spitting mixed with sand, raised his head to look at the sky, and shouted astringently: "I can't rest, change horses, enter Beijing, and have to delay for half an hour, everyone hold on." ”

"No."

The guards roared, the horses did not stop, but they all rose and fell, taking off to change horses, Wu Yanzuo also took the reserve horse with both hands on the saddle, flew up and jumped on the preparation horse, and raised the whip again.

He understands the temperament of this official, and if he is in a hurry, he is really anxious, and he can't make a mistake, and if he makes a mistake, he will have a black face.

Hurrying all the way, Wu Yanzuo finally entered Bianjing City at the beginning of Shen Chu, did not return home, went straight to the concert hall, sent people into the palace to report the news, and quickly took a shower and changed clothes, poured a pot of herbal tea, and then got on the horse with a bite of the cake.

At the second moment of Shen Zheng, he entered the palace, but the place facing the holy was not the vertical arch hall, but the Wende hall.

Wu Yanzuo was a little confused, this Wende Hall was a place for the emperor to stay and rest before and after retreating, and it was not suitable for an audience.

When he entered the Wende Palace, he understood, it turned out that Song Jiuzhong was only wearing a sweatshirt, shaking a fan with a shiny face, like that, it was clear that he was an old farmer.

"Don't, don't be polite, take off that robe, so that you can sit down and talk, it's hot, I originally planned to have a wind here, but I don't know that there is no trace of it, come here, take the cold wine, I and Wu Qing have two glasses."

"Thank you, official."

Song Jiuzhong reversed the handle of the pu fan, pointed at him and smiled: "You are too sincere, and I blame me for not explaining clearly, I am anxious to see you, but I didn't let you run away so desperately, come, eat a melon first to moisten your throat." ”

"Thank you, official."

"Heh, say another word of thanks, and I'll punish you three pots later."

At this time, although Song Jiuzhong did not have the image of an emperor, he was more honest.

……

Wu Kui, who was far away in Suzhou, didn't know that his father had entered the palace to face the saint, and he was digging wells in person.

He has been a defender for three years, such a long time, he should have gotten used to it, but he can get used to everything, only the water in Suzhou, a hundred can't get used to drinking, so he will hang down from the well in the backyard from time to time and wash it.

Not only that, the copper kettle used to boil water at home is also often replaced, because the water in Suzhou has too much sediment, and it looks very clear, and there is a white layer in the copper kettle when it is burned.

This is really unbearable for him, who has developed a good habit of drinking tea in Shu.

After scooping up the water from the well, he grabbed the rope and hung it up to the edge of the well, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw that his son, who was able to speak, was breaking away from his mother's hand and was about to pounce on him.

There is a son and everything is enough.

This is his second husband, his wife and eldest son are in Beijing, and they are accompanied by the two palace maids given by Song Jiuzhong, a jade lotus and an ice lotus.

Yulian has a gentle temperament, and her stomach is also angry, and she has been together for three months, but Binghe is as enthusiastic as fire, she can stand the hard toss of her husband, and her waist is soft and can be folded, but her stomach is not angry.

Seeing her husband crawling up wet, Rao is baby is two years old, and seeing the majesty of her husband's crotch, Yulian is also blushing.

Wu Kui likes to see her shyness, so he can't help but laugh at her, until the faces of the girls around her are blushing.

It was night, the weather was cooler, but Wu Kui couldn't sleep over and over, pulled Yulian's fragrant shoulder to vent the fire in his chest, and as a result, he sweated, sticky and even more uncomfortable, got up and took a shower, poured a pot of herbal tea, returned to the bedroom, and saw that he was protecting his son sleeping Zhengxiang, so he simply didn't bother, and took a bamboo chair to sit in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness.

The more I sat in my heart, the more I was blocked, I panicked, I heard movement behind me, I saw that it was an ice lotus, only a red belly pocket, two long legs were white and tender, exaggerated twisting my hips, one hand touched the door, one hand pressed the red lips, the lilac tongue licked like a snake, and the tempting Wu Kui came up evilly, and pressed the law by the well, this time, but I didn't care if it would dirty the well water.

Yulian got up, he went back to his room to sleep, kissed his son's pink buttocks, and finally fell asleep.

In his sleep, he was pounding the well again, the well water was "banging" under the action, silky and slippery, just like the body of the ice lotus, he smiled, looked up, and found that his father was leaning down at the mouth of the well to probe down, Wu Kui was a little embarrassed, shrunk up like a monkey, but the rope was suddenly broken, he was panicked in his heart, and hurriedly grabbed the wall of the well, his hand was grasping, soft, but his head hit the hard stone along the well.

With a "click", a mouthful of teeth shattered, and Bai Sensen's teeth burst out like fried beans, and then a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Wu Kui screamed, sat up suddenly, sweating like rain.

"What's wrong?"

Yulian was picking up clothes from the box, and when she heard the sound, she hurriedly ran over.

"What a nightmare."

Wu Kui gasped, drowsy at all, got up, took a towel to wipe his body, and when his mind was settled, he stepped out of the front yard, and shouted after passing the corner door: "Someone." ”

"Yes."

The guards dodged in.

"Send a competent person, hurry back to Beijing, take a look at the old house, report safety, and then ...... Let's go to Shaanzhou again. ”

"No, the general wants to write a letter?"

"No, I'll be back when I'm safe."

"No."

All day, Wu Kui was restless, sitting unsteadily in the backyard, sitting uncertainly in the signing room, playing with knives and arrows was difficult to get out of his anger, and he stopped one after another for a day, and he could only drink two bowls of wine at night.

While eating, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Wu Kui looked up, his heart was half cold, the person who was holding up by the two guards was none other than Wu Qi, the most intimate guard beside his father.

Wu Qi was exhausted, two strands of blood stained, and when he saw Wu Kui, he roared angrily: "Da Lang, Da Handsome him...... Tyrant ......"

Wu Kui rushed out with an arrow, grabbed Wu Qi's clothes, and shouted: "Father has always been strong, how can he ...... How could it be ......?"

"The marshal was ordered to enter Beijing to see, yesterday afternoon into the palace, came out slightly drunk, said that the official family gave wine, back to the house, stomach pain like a twist, the house urgently asked the imperial doctor, the official family heard the news also rushed over, said that moxibustion has a miraculous effect. Ordered people to burn it, and left Wang Jien to supervise.

The big man couldn't stand it, and stopped a few times, but Wang Jien just didn't let it, and a few big men pressed it, just burn the Ai Huo, and wanted to rush into the room several times, but they were all blocked by the imperial dragon guards, and they didn't dare to bear the crime of rebellion, so they could only ...... can only watch the handsome being tortured.

At three o'clock, the handsome man shouted, and since then...... Since then......"

"Ahh

Wu Kui's eyes were dripping with blood, and he flipped over the table with a slam of his hand, and pulled out the war knife on the waist of his own guard with his backhand.

"Song Jiuzhong ......"

Its voice is like the roar of a wolf.