Don’t Be a Kept Man

The next day, the emperor issued an edict. The Prince of Li and Sun Tong and others forced the palace to rebel. They were all executed on the spot. The others were beaten to the sky prison, slashed at each place, banished in exile, and infiltrated into the base. The low-level home is very involved for a while, causing everyone to be at risk.

On the day the Prince Li’s mansion ransacked the house, gold and silver were in crates, and precious treasures were innumerable. The officials sent to count for three days before they understood it. The street corner of the West Market was full of prisoners waiting to be executed. Many of them were officials in the court. Hundreds of people fell on their heads with the swords in their hands. Dajin has not had such a big scene for many years.

When the punishment was over, it was time to reward the merits, but Chang Guogong rejected the emperor’s reward. The only way was God’s blessing, and the emperor’s brilliant prestige was still there. When they were fighting the Liao army on the wall, the heaven suddenly dropped two. The divine thunder made a loud noise and killed countless Liao troops. Later, they rushed to the palace to rescue and were blocked outside the Suzaku Gate. It was also abruptly that the divine thunder descended again, otherwise they could not easily kill the Prince Li, in time Rush to the Yeejeong Hall to help.

The emperor didn’t believe it at first, thinking it was just his evasive words. Unexpectedly, he sent someone to conduct a thorough investigation and found that there was a long pit outside the Suzaku Gate. The scorched earth was so dark that it really seemed to have been hacked by the sky. For the reward, I changed to sacrifice to heaven in the palace to thank God for shelter.

Chang Guo Gong Mansion has already been honoured to the extreme, and rewards are beyond the limit. The fire cooking oil and the flowers are not necessarily a good thing. The emperor naturally knew this in his heart, but the Xie family risked his death to help. To have.

Xie Ping's death was not very glorious, the funeral was not fanciful, and it was low-key and difficult to attract attention. Apart from Chang Guogong secretly sighing, only his biological mother Liu would really shed a few tears.

After all the endgames were over, it was the end of the month. The emperor made an imperial decree and appointed Zhao noble concubine as the queen, and instructed the Sixth Palace. Even Shen Miaoping was "smeared" because Xie Yuzhi said that the emperor seemed to intend to promote him.

"Promotion? You don't need to be promoted. The position of patrolling the city is very good. The salary is enough to support my family. I will pull a few pieces of cloth and make some new clothes for the New Year. It is much better than ordinary people."

Xie Yuzhi wore plain clothes, a full moonlight uniform, all gloomy, and handsome, his whole body temperament was much calmer than before. Although he didn't have much friendship with Xie Pingzhi's younger brother, he still fasted as usual and did his best.

Hearing what Shen Miaoping said, he asked with a smile but a smile: "Is it not good to be promoted? It can be compared to being a little patrolling city official."

Shen Miaoping seemed to have seen something through this experience. He was less frivolous and more steadfast, but the face was still upside-down, making the eldest girl and the little wife blush and heartbeat.

"I am an official without being prestigious."

Shen Miaoping hugged Xie Yuzhi from behind, and kissed his cheek sideways. The tenderness was so heartbreaking. When the latter turned his head, he ran into his peaceful and quiet eyes and couldn't help but feel lost for a moment.

Feeling a slight kiss on the center of his eyebrows, Xie Yuzhi's eyelids trembled, and he closed his eyes subconsciously. He put his arms around Shen Miaoping's neck, entangled his lips and teeth with the other party, and opened his eyes after a long while, and asked with a smile. You don’t want to be prestigious, what do you want?"

Shen Miaoping gently rubbed the tip of his nose, with handsome eyebrows and trimming his eyes, his face was like a crown jade, and it was beautiful and intoxicating: "I don't know what I picture, but I know that I can't do it if I am too small. It’s not rare for me to do it. This position is just right, I’m content.”

A person’s life does not necessarily have to be thrilling. A hundred generations of time are rare in the seventies. From youth to twilight, you will meet many people of all kinds. These encounters are not accidental, and you will definitely learn something from them. Shen Miaoping's heart is not that big, he is just an ordinary person.

Every day I patrol the streets, seeing the smoke rising up, the bazaar slowly rises up, the bun seller is very filial, in order to support the elderly parents, get up to do business before dawn; the treasurer of Ji Shitang is very nice, Every time he met a poor family, he would give medicine for treatment; and the hawker who was smashed into the stall by the Liao people before, every time he saw Shen Miaoping, he would enthusiastically serve a plate of beef with sauce, but he couldn’t push it, so that Shen Miaoping saw him. Walking along the road; the singers in the Spring Festival Tower will practice singing upstairs in the morning, and the voice is sweet and pleasant...

Then it was time for the night to come, and the sky was gorgeous, and it was time for Shen Miaoping to go home to find Xie Yuzhi.

These scenery along the way, he thinks are much more interesting than the intrigue of the officialdom. It protects the people of one party, and it is more meaningful than living unconsciously. Perhaps thousands of years later, the history books will also record the three words "Shen Miaoping", and later generations will know that he also came to this prosperous dynasty for a lifetime.

Pushing open the carved window, a burst of chill came. The pavilions and pavilions outside have been repaired and are as beautiful as before. Shen Miaoping went out and took it back, smiling at Xie Yuzhi: "Look, it's first snow."

Snow fell from the sky and the earth. It flew into the palm of the palm and melted instantly before seeing it clearly. This is not the first time Shen Miaoping has seen snow, but he always feels that this time has a different meaning.

Xie Yuzhi held up his hand, turned over and sat on the edge of the window. He looked up and saw snowflakes swirling down from the air. He said to Shen Miaoping, "The snow scene here is not beautiful enough. No matter how beautiful it is, it is covered by the square walls. The enclosure was also clumsy. I went to Mobei in the previous year. It was just winter. The snowflakes there were like goose feathers, and the beards fell on a thick layer. Standing on a high place, I looked at the thousands of miles away. Wrapped, endless and magnificent."

Shen Miaoping pulled a piece of fur to cover his legs: "Then you can no longer fight on the battlefield now, do you have regrets in your heart?"

"I am not young anymore. I have passed that kind of high spirited age. I used to feel regretful, but now I don't. Everyone wants to live in a peaceful and prosperous age, and the generals fighting on the battlefield are no exception."

Xie Yuzhi retracted his gaze from the window and looked at Shen Miaoping, with a smile in his eyes, and said softly: "The Shroud of Horse Leather is never the home I want..."

He looks very good now, with a lame leg, he can no longer fight on the battlefield, the emperor will also put down his guard against the Chang Guo Gongfu, if the next new emperor comes from the belly of the queen, this generation is safe and secure.

"Your best destination is to die with me and be buried together."

As the wind and snow grew, Shen Miaoping grabbed Xie Yuzhi's waist and hugged him horizontally from the window edge. Seeing this, the maid guarding outside the courtyard gently closed the window with interest to keep the cold out.

Xie Yuzhi squinted at him, "Didn't you say that I was too heavy to hold me?"

Shen Miaoping chuckled softly: "If I say you are heavy, you will be heavy. If I say you are stupid, will you be stupid?"

"..."

In the next few days, the wind and snow became stronger, and the rich and the rich were left alone. The poor were frozen to death on the street, but not a few. The imperial court opened a porridge shop in accordance with the law and distributed porridge rice in the four cities of the east, west, north and south. After the daily tour of the street, free time will also pass to help.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

The poor people lined up in a long line, with a bowl of porridge in their hands, and two more steamed buns, they squatted to the side in panic and ate. Shen Miaoping stirred the porridge spoon in his hand to make the rice underneath float. Continue to give.

Someone was cleaning the snow on the road. Suddenly two bearers appeared in the street not far away. They came here carrying a small sedan chair and finally stopped by the roadside of the porridge factory. Shen Miaoping just stopped. Seeing this, he couldn't help but glanced twice, wondering who would run out in such a cold day.

The curtain was lifted by a slender hand, and then walked out a woman wearing a veil and wearing a fox fur. Although she could not see her face, she had a beautiful posture. She must be a beauty. After the other party got off the sedan chair, she went straight to Shen Miaoping. When he walked, the latter was suspicious.

"Master Shen, haven't seen you for a long time, but you still remember Xueyi."

The woman Yingying bowed down, and Shen Miaoping recognized her when she heard the words, and stood up subconsciously: "It turns out to be the girl in Xueyi. Is there anything going on looking for?"

"I don't intend to disturb the adults, but I heard that the court is offering rice porridge here. Although Xueyi is a woman, she wants to do her best and hope that the adults will not give up."

Xueyi said that her wide sleeves moved slightly, and Shen Miaoping realized that she was holding a box in her hand, and half of the lock was slightly opened. There were a few large-value silver notes and scattered gold ingots inside, as well as piles of gold ingots. The pearl hairpin and the green ring are very valuable.

Shen Miaoping was startled: "This..."

Xueyi handed the box to him involuntarily: "This is for the poor people in Beijing. I also ask the adults not to refuse and exchange these things for food and clothing."

Shen Miaoping immediately refused: "No, it is not easy for a woman to survive, so the girl should keep her own money."

Xueyi shook his head: "Don't worry, my lord, these things are not owned by Xueyi alone, and there are also a group of sisters in the Spring Festival Tower. They heard that Lord Shen is making porridge in the city every day, and they want to help. We took them separately. These are the ones that make up so much."

Seeing Shen Miaoping still hesitating, Xue Yi chuckled lightly: "My lord is a good official. I might as well say straightforwardly. If the person who is here today is a charity, we will definitely not take care. Whose pocket is it? Most of the sisters in the building were born in poverty and lived with fireworks, and felt the same way for these people. Xueyi originally only wanted to donate something by one person, but they heard that this matter was taken care of by adults, so everyone donated. Some come out."

Shen Miaoping was a little puzzled: "I haven't visited the brothel before, so...what are they..."

Xueyi didn’t explain it anymore. The women were born in such an environment with exquisite hearts. Even though Xie Yuzhi came out to save the five princes of Daliao on the day of trouble in the Chunxiao Tower, others didn’t know her. I don't know, it must be Shen Miaoping's mouth behind him, otherwise, how could General Xie come in person.

Furthermore, although Shen Miaoping, the official patroller of the city, can't pay attention, if the people are in trouble, he doesn't care about it, and tells who will not say good things.

"You and General Xie are both good people, and the people are like a mirror. Xueyi is inconvenient to stay for a long time, so let's say goodbye."

Xueyi closed the fox fur on his shoulders, and sat back in the sedan chair against the wind and snow. The small green sedan chair went far away and soon disappeared.

Shen Miaoping watched her leave, feeling complicated, and finally put the box away, planning to go to the pawnshop today to exchange these into rice winter clothes, and a tattered child next to him was hiding in the corner of the wall, sucking his nose. Shen Miaoping couldn't help looking back frequently.

Taking two hot steamed buns from the basket and making a bowl of hot porridge, Shen Miaoping walked over and put it in front of him and asked, "My child, why didn't you go in line just now."

The child sniffed his nose, his face flushed with coldness. Seeing Shen Miaoping in an official uniform, luxurious and unusual, he only felt like a god: "A person can only receive it once...I...I just did it...My mother Sick...she can't come..."

Shen Miaoping thought that the child was honest, handed him the hot steamed buns in his hand, smiled and said, "It's okay, when you receive the congee and rice, tell them why, they will give you two."

The porridge stall has not been put away, anyway, there is nothing wrong, Shen Miaoping squatted in the corner and chatted with him: "How old are you?"

The child groaned while drinking porridge, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Twelve years old."

"Have you ever studied?"

"My mother is literate, and she taught me, but my family can't afford books. I will take the imperial examination as a high official and then buy a big house to honor her." The child said with a pair of dark eyes with a bright look. With the porridge bowl, I'm afraid I'm about to dance.

Ancient paper is precious, and isolated copies of ancient books are even harder to find. Only aristocratic families have a collection of thousands of books. Shen Miaoping reached out and touched the child’s head, thinking that in future generations, he was about to graduate from elementary school at his age, but in Dajin, like him Of children abound.

Shen Miaoping patted his knees and stood up and said, "Child, go back early, it's cold outside, don't worry your mother."