People who play strategy are not only smart but also hard-working.

This is more speechless.

After a whole day in Yushitai, Wei Shaoguang memorized Li Tianfu's dossier.

To be honest, the things in the Imperial Observatory were more detailed than what she had seen in the Criminal Department, and she had actually seen the words she had heard in the tavern.

"The right minister wants to kill but stops, saying: His faith is not reached, and he will kill without me."

This sentence is honestly sandwiched in a large pile of thin gold bodies, beautiful and regular words, simple and kind to cover up a sentence that may be a bad guy.

It's embarrassing.

Shaking the light stretched out his hand to stroke the page, the smell of the ink drying was a little peculiar, not fragrant or smelly, with a colorless and transparent smell of time.

She looked up at Fu Weiren, who was sitting on the chair and nodding to listen to Dai Haiyao's words, and at a glance, it was always his cold and arrogant posture, as if there was no dust under his eyes, and it seemed that everything was inferior but the powerful and corrupt.

He loves red very much, and his complex temperament packages him as a red plum blooming in rotten bones, and the cold of the arrogant cold mostly refers to the cold of the heart, and the red Yan should be arrogant according to the understanding.

Wei Shaoguang's incalculable life has seen a ruthless person pinching the chin of a beautiful woman in a dark sedan chair and thinly thrushing, and also accepted the perverted desire to break his wings, but like Fu Weiren, seeing that it should be a poisonous flower that sucks human blood and eats human flesh, is all the opposite subconsciously, and she seems to be able to peek at his struggle and depression at some inadvertent times.

The soul in its shell had the courage to turn to ashes to resist, but failed.

When he suddenly realized that he had been staring at Fu Weiren for a long time with a page, the person who was staring at him was already waiting for the rabbit.

"Have you finished reading the file?"

Wei Shaoguang was so embarrassed that he didn't want to have any eye contact with Fu Weiren, so he staggered his gaze to look at a pot of Junzi Orchid raised in the corner of the wall, fixed his gaze on the wilted leaves, and then barely pulled out a line from the suddenly out of order to deal with it.

"After reading it, thank you Lord Right Minister, the lower official has written down all the things above, you can ask questions."

After the jet lag, the malicious ridicule he heard made Shaoguang want to bury himself on the spot.

She suddenly withdrew her stiff gaze to look at the page between her fingers, and raised half of her confidence to make up: "What Xia Guan means is that Xia Guan is not lazy or careless. ”

harm, the more you talk about it, the less it takes it.

Shaking Light was almost speechless.

Fortunately, Fu Weiren understood what she meant, but fortunately, he was not the ruthless person she had seen in the final analysis.

"I see, you put the booklet away and hand it back to Dr. Goshi."

Fu Weiren's fluttering tone made Shaoguang stunned again.

"What? Do you get distracted even if you're just staring at a page? It's really stupid. ”

The second sentence has an inner flavor.

That's right.

Shaking Guang shook his head, smiled and quickly put away the dossier, stood up, and returned the things to the imperial historian Dai Haiyao.

The weather is always a jack-of-all-trades for conversation.

Wei Shaoguang looked through the wooden window covered with window paper, roughly estimated the hour, and then pretended to be relaxed and said to Fu Weiren: "It's already afternoon, I don't know if you have any other arrangements for Xiaguan?" ”

Listening to her inquiry, Fu Weiren raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, thinking a little tiredly while saying: "Although you want to learn from me, but I don't like to teach others to learn very much, logically speaking, you should be exiled and raised, but today I suddenly don't want to ruin my reputation, so I brought you to the Yushitai." ”

Speaking of this, he deliberately stopped talking, as if playing tricks on his subordinates was a rare pleasure that could make him feel happy.

"Learning experience, the most critical two steps are to watch and do, Yuheng wants to go to the northwest with His Royal Highness Guanxing, so there is not much time to follow me, the right minister, so the most effective way to stay is to look."

This is a proper study of the top speakers, point to point, learning all depends on enlightenment, and teaching people also depends on enlightenment.

Wei Shaoguang said that he had learned and understood, and nodded at Fu Weiren again and again.

"Can't speak? Yan Xiu?"

Shake the light and pause, and then be able to stretch and bend down the pole.

"If you go back to your lordship, the lower official will remember it, don't worry."

Fu Weiren, who was sitting in front of her, was still holding a book of recitals from the Ideological and Political Palace, and in the gorgeous red and vermilion, he laughed at himself coldly and knowingly, why he always couldn't help but catch the hearty sunshine? extraordinary

Birds yearn for the sky where they can spread their wings, and the warm sun will only melt the ice and snow.

If he is a single good, the idea can end here, and the occasional beating heart palpitations like a secret love in the days to come should also come from watching from afar and silently guarding.

But he's not a single good.

The jet-black branches come from the jet-black soil, and when you dig up the white snowflakes, you can see the frozen black soil.

Not an inch of grass grows, only insects do not live.

Fu Weiren loosened the fold in his hand, and the folded paper fell to the ground like an embarrassed poodle, and the continuous "whoosh" sound had the absurd perception of a water dog.

He leaned over to pick up the fold slowly, but Wei Shaoguang was already a step ahead of him and squatted down to pick it up.

"Right Prime Minister, ......!"

The tone of the shaking light suddenly rose from one to two, and the unfinished words were stuck in the throat, and there was no suitable time to say them.

Dai Haiyao took Li Tianfu's file to the next room, and maybe he would be stopped by his group of desperate subordinates who ran on the way and asked a bunch of office problems.

The employees outside the door have the same characteristics as the employees in any era, busy and anxious and shouting hoarsely, as if the work of a public institution should be so noisy to show that they have not wasted the blood, sweat and tears of taxpayers.

But these are also far away, like a layer of frosted glass, and I want to play a lonely guitar in the middle of the night, the image and sound are distorted together.

The Lamei inside the door climbs the sunlight, and the intersection of the warm and cool tentacles is a monstrous wave-like fright.

"Fu ......"

Once again, the words of the shake lost the opportunity to be confided.

Fu Weiren gradually lowered his shoulders, and his waist and back were disguised to form a hug under the gradually decreasing center of gravity.

His right hand rested on Wei Shaoguang's right shoulder, rubbing the traces left by the past through three or four layers of clothing.

He was still sitting in a chair, and it seemed to be a throne, and he couldn't go down from it.

"Yuheng, who did you think of when you first met me in the carriage on the street corner?"

Shaking Guang stiffened his neck, half-squatted on the carpet, and picked up the fallen fold with his right hand, the words on it were large and beautiful, and the whole paper was covered with joy and pride.

She glanced at her eyelids slightly, less than half a second, as if she had just blinked for half a moment, her eyelashes fluttering.

"When we meet, I don't have any other ideas."

Some memories should be painfully buried with Ginkgo.

Memories are meaningless at this point.

"Really?"

Fu Weiren's tone of response was a little stunned, but also a little relieved.

"Where's that bite mark in the Splendid Building?"

"It's gone!"

Wei Shaoguang tiptoed his squatting left leg, grinned and changed the fold to his left hand and patted it on his right shoulder, the back of Fu Weiren's hand.

"Lord Right Minister, please don't be in a daze at the office in the future, it's easy to delay things."

After saying this, she suddenly collapsed her right shoulder, letting Fu Weiren's hand on it slide down, and then she immediately stood up without stopping, and glanced down at Fu Weiren, who was bent over and facing the earth.

"Your Excellency's teachings to the lower officials have just arrived, and the lower officials also know what to do, the lower officials will go out to see the people of the Imperial History Tower, you are busy with yourself, so you will leave first!"

She turned away.

Fu Weiren in the room sneered coldly, reached out to pick up the fold that slipped again, sat up straight, and looked down at the fold to relieve His Majesty's worries.

Time seems to be quiet again.

But the dust in the air still remembers his cautious leaning over and the shallow taste of madness.

The soul is turbulent in the shell.

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