Today is the fifteenth school day, it is almost dusk, the warm sun is gradually falling, the colorful clouds are flowing fire, and half the day seems to be burning.

Shun Yu and Feng Shuanglin, Xu Lan and Cui Zhongxian stand side by side, standing in front of the door of the Dacheng Hall of the Confucian Temple, the colorful flags and embroidered buildings in the hall are hung high, the incense candles are smoky, and the supervisor Shen Zetang brings the Guozi to supervise the wine, the priest, the supervisor, etc., and the instructors of the teaching, are worshiping Confucius.

The faces of the people were solemn and silent.

Shun Yu didn't want to look at Shen Zetang, but he couldn't help but look through the crack in the door, and he couldn't move away from the crimson official robe.

I watched him recite the sacrificial texts, hold the taboos, bow down with incense, and then take the end of the robe, walk in the wind, and behave steadily and elegantly.

It was a sight to behold her throat and her body was hot.

The secret feeling in his heart is terrible, it is the full night of the fifteenth month, and when the Gu poison flame in the body is at its peak, it can't be suppressed by pills alone.

Need acacia flowers to take a bath to solve, knowing that it is difficult to rush back to Qin's mansion today, she has asked Qin Xing to find out, there is a low mountain after the stay, and the half-moon hot spring pool on the mountainside is an excellent place to take a bath.

There was no strange feeling in the daytime, but after seeing Shen Zetang, as the sun set and the sun rose, the earth gradually became dull, and the tickling in her body that had been silent for a long time was like a demon snake, slowly sliding along the blood, and although the sparks were light everywhere she went, she could bear it.

Take another look at the red sky on the horizon, and suddenly hear a loud sound, the temple is burning a pot of fire, and it is the last to burn the silk sacrificial wine, just waiting for the ceremony to be finished.

Shun Yu exhaled secretly, it was finally about to end.

Xu Lan pursed her lips, she had been looking at this little girl coldly for a while, looking at a strange rouge on his cheeks, and the spring water in his eyes was full of smoke.

Looking along his line of sight, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he pouted with a touch of ridicule, this little sissy chose a new man, looking at the appearance of this nymphomaniac, it was inexplicably angry.

At this time, Siye Wu Pu came in a hurry, and Lord Shen asked the four of them to go and worship Confucius again.

Then tidy up the clothes, shake up the spirit, and follow the people who crossed the threshold into the main hall, and the people who stood in line consciously gave way to both sides, Shen Zetang still stood in front of the statue of Kong, and put four kneeling cushions with lotus patterns in the back, according to each station, and handed each person a long incense bouquet, kneeling and praying for the incense, the incense was taken away, and the ceremony was completed.

Shun Yu suddenly felt that Shen Zetang's figure paused, and looked sideways at a certain place as if she was looking, she also turned her head to look, and her heart instantly tightened, Confucius's fingers were dyed for too short a time, and it was clear and rainy, stained with moisture, and the color was always a little wrong, if it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to notice, but Shen Erye, it was not an ordinary person.

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Shen Zetang only felt that there was something wrong with this Confucius, it was the middle finger of the book.

He was shocked in his heart, but after watching it, he appreciated it again.

I am surprised who is so bold as to dare to enter the Confucian Temple, enter the main hall in vain, and destroy the holy icons; Praise is this person's repair skills, but not inferior to those skilled craftsmen in the Ministry of Works, if it were not for the continuous rain and the paint is difficult to dry, I am afraid that he will also be hidden from the past, presumably this disaster was born not long ago.

Looking at the sacrificial wine, he smiled and asked quietly, "Have there been any activities here recently or the prisoners have come to worship?" ”

Song Mu hurriedly replied: "Except for the champion of the Spring Festival, there is no other activity, the Confucian Temple is a solemn place, how can the prisoners enter the temple at will, it must be strictly forbidden." ”

After a pause, he hesitated and asked, "What did Lord Shen find?" “

"Lord Shen.........!" After waiting for a long time, I didn't see him angry, and Song Mu tentatively whispered.

"Hmmm! Just ask. Shen Zetang said lightly, quietly retracting his gaze, and he had a full view of Feng Shunyu's panic.

It's interesting! He pursed the corners of his lips, looked at the sky, and did not say much, after the ceremony, he withdrew from the hall, and asked the instructors to disperse, only carrying the priest and the wine master, surrounded by more than a dozen guards with knives, and went straight to the 'Wen Xuetang', and he wanted to see the four selected prisoners one by one.

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Feng Shuanglin entered the house, but saw Shen Zetang sitting on the Huanghuali four-headed official hat chair, with a few snacks and purple clay pots on the table with a claw pattern, white porcelain tea cups were billowing and smoking, and the fragrance of soy milk was overflowing.

"How is Yongting doing?" The voice was always warm and soft, but it wet the eyes of the cold young man, and he concealed that he wanted to salute, but was stopped by Shen Zetang.

Smiled and let him sit on the chair beside him, and threw a pot to pour tea for him.

Feng Shuanglin calmed down and looked at Shen Zetang boldly, this was the person who rescued him from the miserable life of the mud and mud, and studied hard in the Haowang Mansion for several years, working hard, just to be able to come to the capital to serve him and repay the grace of rebirth.

Shen Zetang saw him staring at himself without speaking, his eyebrows and eyes were moist, so he smiled: "Why do you look at me like this?" But old? I haven't seen you for years, but you've grown so much taller! “

Feng Shuanglin shook his head, how could he be old, at this time, he was dressed in an official robe, his facial features were upright and handsome, his smile was very kind, and his gestures showed gentleness and elegance, which he couldn't learn in his life.

"After you entered Beijing, you entered the country to study, and I never met you, one is entangled in official business, and the other is to avoid suspicion." Shen Zetang explained with a smile.

"King Hao told me that it is not easy to be an adult." Feng Shuanglin pursed his lips: "I went to Beijing to study and take the imperial examination, and in the future, I will enter the court and govern the scholars, not for myself, not for King Hao, but for the help of adults." ”

Shen Zetang bowed his head slightly, took a sip of tea and asked in a deep voice: "Can you get used to living in the house?" Do roommates have a hard time for you? If it is not convenient to stay with others, I can arrange for you to stay in a single room. “

Feng Shuanglin shook his head and said, "Don't bother adults, I'll be fine." After thinking about it, he said, "Feng Shunyu, who is summoned by the Lord today, is staying with me. ”

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Shen Zetang's expression without a trace, but saw that he only hummed and didn't care.

I was inexplicably happy in my heart, and naturally I talked a lot, and looked at the tea cup and asked suspiciously: "I still remember that eight years ago, King Hao ate this Tiger Hill tea with adults, and the adults said that they didn't like to eat it, could it be that I remembered it wrong?" ”

"You have a heart!" Shen Zetang praised him, and was a little helpless: "I don't like to eat, but there is no tea to eat here, and I have to eat it if I don't eat it." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and chatted about some side words, nothing more than how they had spent the past eight years, and then pointed out their studies, and by the way, they pointed out the situation in the court, so that by the time Feng Shuanglin was reluctant to leave, half an hour had passed.

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Shun Yu saw Feng Shuanglin go in and out, Cui Zhong went in and out, and Xu Lan went in....... Not out yet.

It was almost twilight, and she sat on a rectangular pestle with a red sandalwood inlaid nanmu heart in the corner, holding a copy of "Spring and Autumn" and pretending, but she didn't have the heart to look at it.

The priest and wine priest was sitting in the distance, muttering something, both of them had a bad face, although Shun Yu couldn't hear their words clearly, but Song Mu glared at her from time to time, with a look of hatred that iron is not steel.

Shun Yu probably guessed that they were talking about her, discussing how to punish her for beating people.

She had little interest in knowing the outcome of the punishment.

At this time, not only was her stomach grumbling with hunger, but the hot and burning desire had already made her tender bones and gnawing her desire numb.

Shun Yu sighed towards the sky, thinking about the possibility of going in later, and directly swallowing Shen Dasheng's life.

She's so scared!