Yang Fan chatted with Xiao Mang for a while and drank some tea. He was worried that he would miss the time to return to the camp, so he stood up to say goodbye. Xiao Mang walked him to the door of the shop and suddenly called out, "Langjun …"
Yang Fan stopped and turned around to ask, "Is there anything else?"
Seeing Yang Fan looking back, Xiao Mang suddenly became timid and swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. She hesitated for a while and asked, "No … When will Langjun come back?"
Yang Fan thought for a while and said, "This storm is not ordinary. The situation will be settled in ten days or half a month, and then you won't be so nervous."
"Yes! Then, I will wait for Langjun to come back with peace of mind! "
Xiao Mang saw that there were some sweat on Yang Fan's temples, so she quickly took out a sweat towel from her waist and gently wiped the sweat for him. Yang Fan was slightly surprised by her gentle action. He stood still and let Xiao Mang wipe the sweat on his temples. Because of her gentle and considerate action, there was a touch of gentleness in his eyes.
Xiao Mang gently wiped the sweat for him. Thinking that he rushed over in the hot summer just to see her and tell her that he was safe, she felt even more warm in her heart. She said softly, "Langjun, you have to take care of your body when you are outside. In the hot summer, you have to pay special attention to your three meals a day. "
"Yes!" Yang Fan nodded and his tone became gentle, "When I have the chance, I will come home to visit. You don't have to work too hard. The shopkeeper will take care of the shop. When you feel tired, you can rest in the mansion. When you feel bored, you can go play and relax. Wife, I … I'm leaving … "
For a moment, Yang Fan also had a feeling of reluctance to leave. He could feel that Xiao Mang's dependence or attachment to him had become stronger and stronger. Of course, this was a good sign. However, this was not the time to be sentimental. Yang Fan looked at Xiao Mang deeply and turned to leave.
Butchie stood at the door of the shop until Yang Fan's figure disappeared at the end of the long street. She then returned to the shop.
Of the two cats that Yang Fan brought back, the "Long-faced Arhat" had the most gentle temperament. It didn't struggle when it was being hugged. It was completely at ease. The waiter seemed to have noticed this and tried to put it on the ground. It didn't run away, it just lay there lazily. One yellow and one blue eyes were half-open, staring at its mistress. It looked like it was sleeping but wasn't sleeping at the same time.
The other civet cat, Qian Wen Qian, was different. Its body was curled up and its limbs were flailing wildly. It looked like it would escape at the first opportunity. The waiter didn't dare to let it go, so he held it tightly in his arms.
Xiao Mang returned to the shop and looked at the two cats. The "Long-faced Arhat" had a big head and a short body. It was strange. Compared to the "Qian Wen Qian", which looked cute. This was not out of Yang Fan's expectations. His little money-grubber was born with a fondness for money. It would be strange if she didn't like the "Qian Wen Qian" with its gold patterns.
"Ouch!" The cat was very fierce. It couldn't struggle, so it scratched the waiter hard, leaving a few bloody scratches on the back of his palm. Xiao Mang smiled and said, "This raccoon slave is still wild, but it looks really cute. Come, give it to me!"
Xiao Mang put one hand under the cat's neck and the other against the cat's buttocks. She cleverly grabbed it and pulled it into her arms. The cat struggled a few times but couldn't escape. Suddenly, it felt that its body was bouncy, soft, and had a faint fragrance. It was very comfortable lying there, so it didn't think about escaping. Its two eyes narrowed, and it obediently lay in Xiao Mang's arms.
Xiao Mang's jade-like breasts had never been touched by anyone in her life, but this raccoon was the first one to have such luck.
When Yang Fan and Xiao Mang were having a small gathering in the shop, the shopkeeper was very tactful and had already moved to the side. Only now did he come back and said with a smile, "Owner really loves his wife very much."
Xiao Mang stroked the cat's silky fur and said with some embarrassment, "No way, Shopkeeper Qi is just praising him."
Shopkeeper Qi shook his head and said, "This old man is not complimenting Owner. Men take care of the outside world and support the family. As for women, they can only wait at home. If the man comes back, then he comes back. If he doesn't come back, it's also justified. There are really not many men who care so much about the family. Especially those who are as attentive and considerate as Owner, it's even rarer. His wife is really lucky. "
"Really?"
Xiao Mang thought about it for a while, her eyes a little blurred. She gently pressed her face against the cat's body and gently stroked it a few times. A sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
The woman playing the zither glanced at her, and a trace of mischief suddenly appeared in her eyes. She pressed her slender fingers down and stopped the sound of the zither. She picked up the strings again and changed the song. She opened her mouth and actually sang. A magnetic and mellow voice like that of a flute suddenly sounded from Bo Gu Zhai. "Two mandarin ducks in the color of literature, cut to make a happy quilt. Longing for each other for a long time, fate knotted. Throwing glue into paint, who can leave this place? "
Although Xiao Mang wasn't good at poetry, she could still hear the teasing meaning in the song. She couldn't help but glare at her coquettishly, but her smile became even sweeter. It turned out that being cared for by a man in the heart was actually so happy and sweet …
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In the prison of the Senate, Pei Xuanli, the official of Si Li, who had been tortured but was forced to confess to the crime of rebellion and had also bitten out many of his "accomplices", saw that his so-called accomplices were all locked up in the prison, and some of them were in the same cell as him. He was extremely ashamed and didn't dare to face them. He just faced the wall and muttered to himself, praying the Diamond Sutra.
Those colleagues who were falsely accused by him were originally angry, but when they saw that Pei Xuanli was tortured to a point where he didn't even look human, they had nothing to say. Censor Ren Zhi was also a Buddhist. When he saw Lu Xian of the Phoenix Pavilion lying on the ground, badly mutilated and dying, he couldn't help but be frightened. He hurriedly imitated Pei Xuanli, putting his palms together and chanting the sutra. "The Buddha said prajna paramita, not prajna paramita, but prajna paramita …"
"Damn you, can you lower your voice? Do you think this is a temple?"
A rough voice with a strong Chang 'an Spring accent sounded. Ren Zhi was so scared that he shivered and quickly lowered his voice. Only then did the man snort heavily. He turned around and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground. He glared at the criminals tied to the pillars and shouted, "You've all committed treason. The facts are right in front of you. Are you still not willing to confess?"
The person who interrogated them was Hou Sizhi. He used to make a living selling cakes in his hometown, and he also became an official by snitching. Because he could not read a single word, Wu Zetian had originally planned to give him the position of You Ji General and just give him a salary. Although Hou Sizhi was illiterate, he was very cunning. He pointed to the stone statue of the Xie Zhi beast in front of the hall and said to Wu Zetian, "Your Majesty, this Xie Zhi also can't read, but it can distinguish between loyalty and treachery!"
The Xie Zhi was a type of mythological beast in the legends. It was said that it was born with a pair of divine eyes and could distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil, loyal and treacherous. Once it discovered someone who was treacherous, it would use its horn to knock him down and eat him. Hearing this, Wu Zetian was very happy. She felt that although this person was illiterate, his knowledge was not ordinary. So she gave him the position of a court official and the Left Imperial Censor.
Imperial Censor Hou saw that Wei Suizhong and Lai Zixun were promoted because they found out about the conspirators of the rebels. He was very envious and rushed to interrogate Wei Yuanzhong. He wanted to pry open Wei Yuanzhong's mouth and dig out a few traitors so that he could also be promoted.
Wei Yuanzhong had been an official in the judicial system for many years. Before he was imprisoned, he was the Right Minister of the Imperial Censor and was on the same level as Lai Junchen. How could he care about this illiterate country bumpkin? He glanced at Hou Sizhi with disdain and arrogantly said, "This old man has not rebelled, what crime have I committed?"
Hou Sizhi slightly narrowed his eyes and threatened, "Wei Yuanzhong, don't be unappreciative. You saw with your own eyes how much Lu Xian and Pei Xuanli have suffered. Do you want to have a taste of it?"
Wei Yuanzhong coldly laughed and looked at him, "Kid, are you trying to scare me? When I was in charge of the Penalty Prison, you were still selling dumplings in Chang 'an City. Who are you to threaten me? The Right Imperial Censors are all my subordinates. If you dare to use torture on me and let one of them know, they will report you to His Majesty and accuse you of using torture to extort a confession. "
Hou Sizhi did not expect to meet such a prick. He was angry and anxious. He wanted to use torture, but he was afraid that Wei Yuanzhong would be injured all over and the Right Imperial Censor would have something on him. If he were to send Wei Yuanzhong back to prison, he would lose face. Hou Sizhi thought for a while and angrily shouted, "Someone, hang this old man upside down!"
Wei Yuanzhong mocked, "This old man has tasted the feeling of hanging upside down. Once when I was riding home on a donkey, I accidentally fell off the donkey's back. One of my feet was caught in the stirrup and I was dragged by that stupid donkey for a long time. Haha! Haha … "
Hou Sizhi was furious and shouted, "You old man, don't be arrogant. Where do you think you are? This is the Censor Yard, not your Right Imperial Censor! In a place like this, those who recognize Bai Sima do not recognize Meng Qing do. No one has ever been able to walk out of this place unscathed. Do you still think that someone will save you? "
Hou Sizhi's words were slang in Luoyang. The so-called Bai Sima was because there was a place in Luoyang called Bai Sima Ban. People used Bai Sima Ban to refer to the 'beating board'. Meng Qing was a military general who used a cudgel. When Prince Li Chong rebelled, he died under Meng Qing's cudgel.
Putting these two sentences together, it means that in my Censorate, even if someone is willing to obediently confess, he will be beaten with a paddle, beaten until his buttocks bloom; if he is not willing to confess, he will end up like Li Chong, beaten to death with a big stick. Do you think you can walk out of this place unscathed?
Wei Yuanzhong looked up and laughed, "Hou Sizhi, you admire Zhu Zi. As the Imperial Censor, you should be familiar with etiquette, know what is important and what is not. What Bai Sima, Meng Qing, such vulgar slang. If your colleagues knew about it, they would laugh at you for being ignorant. But if His Majesty knew about it, he would definitely punish you! "
Hou Sizhi jumped in fright. These two phrases were his catchphrases when he threatened prisoners. He had said them many times before. He was illiterate and didn't know what taboo he had violated. He was truly intimidated by Wei Yuanzhong. Wei Yuanzhong was a scholar and had been in charge of the Imperial Censor for many years. He must have his reasons for saying this.
Thinking of this, Hou Sizhi restrained his arrogance and anxiously asked, "Is there something wrong with this official's words?"
Wei Yuanzhong sneered, "Since you are asking for my advice, you are sitting there while I am tied up here. What kind of logic is this?"
Hou Sizhi quickly stood up and ordered, "Come, untie Zhongcheng Wei!"
The two jailers untied Wei Yuanzhong. Hou Sizhi respectfully said, "Zhongcheng Wei, please take a seat!"
Wei Yuanzhong rubbed his wrist and boldly sat down on the chair. Hou Sizhi stood beside the desk and carefully smiled, "Uh … Zhongcheng Wei, may I ask if what Sizhi said offended the Imperial Court?"
The so-called rebel was sitting on the judge's seat, but the judge was standing at the side like a lowly clerk. The two prison officials saw this scene and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They thought of how they, who were well-read and talented, were now under the control of such an ignorant village scoundrel. They couldn't help but feel sad.
Originally, Wei Yuanzhong only wanted to ridicule and ridicule Hou Sizhi. He never expected that Hou Sizhi would have such a reaction, causing him to be extremely surprised. With his knowledge, it was naturally easy to fool this illiterate country hooligan. Wei Yuanzhong immediately began to explain in a bold and unconstrained manner.
Wei Yuanzhong knew that Hou Sizhi was illiterate, so his explanation was easy to understand. He also gave many examples that he had encountered in the process of enforcing the law, making Hou Sizhi dizzy. Hou Sizhi didn't expect that there were so many rules and knowledge to be in charge of the prison. The more he listened, the more unfathomable he felt.
Wei Yuanzhong spoke for a while and licked his lips, saying, "This old man is a little thirsty!"
Hou Sizhi hurriedly said to his subordinates, "Quickly pour water for Zhongcheng Wei. How can you be so blind!"
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In the meditation room of the abbot of the Tranquil Sect, Madam Yue, the wife of Si Li Official Pei Xuanli, couldn't help but cry again, "Abbot, my husband and I have always been devout to Buddha. My humble husband is an honest official and has never done anything illegal. I eat vegetarian, pray to Buddha, give porridge and do good. I am not inferior to others. How can I suffer such an undeserved disaster? "
Abbot Ding Ding sighed softly and said slowly, "Some people are rich and noble, healthy and live a long life. Some people are poor and humble, and die young due to many illnesses. Some people are poor and sick, but live a long life. Some people are rich but live a short life. These are all caused by the karma of each person in the past. They can't make their own decisions. There are three kinds of disasters and eight kinds of difficulties in the three realms. Bitterness and hardship coexist with life. There is happiness in life, but the cause of happiness is still bitterness. It's happiness to meet with friends, bitterness to leave after drinking. It's happiness to meet with lovers, bitterness to leave in sadness. It's happiness to gain, bitterness to lose. It's happiness to be satisfied, bitterness to be dissatisfied. All things are impermanent, and impermanence is bitterness … "
Tin Aino was sitting quietly in a corner of the meditation room. She was dressed in black, her head was bald; she had become a little nun, her Buddhist name was Jing Lian. She was wearing a monk's robe, her beautiful hair was gone, but it still could not hide her outstanding beauty. She was sitting cross-legged, like a white lotus flower slowly emerging from the water, dazzling people's eyes.
She did not seem to hear a single word of Madame Yue and the abbot's conversation. She was seriously writing down the last sentence of the 'Diamond Sutra' on a piece of paper: 'All things are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow, a dew, or a lightning, one should observe them as such!' Then she put down her pen and thought in a daze, "Shifu said, not emptiness and not existence, but also emptiness and existence. Existence is non-existence, non-existence is existence. If you treat it as existence, then it is existence. If you treat it as non-existence, then it is non-existence. Shifu also said, emptiness and existence are dharma, one must not be obsessed with dharma during cultivation. If one is not obsessed with the dharma, one must also be a devil. Why is it that the more I listen, the more I feel that it is illusory? Could it be that my perception is not good enough? Erlang, are you real or illusion to me? Are you my devil or my Buddha? Should I be persistent or should I let go? "
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