Wish Junshou and Tianqi

Chapter 2
The room is moist, warm but not dry.

The copper stove incense, slowly lingering wisps of white smoke, but the bed is not set up in the right position, but set up under the small window on the left. outside.

There is a woman kneeling beside the bed, her black hair is like ink like a waterfall, hanging down her side, her neck is fair, her waist is willow, her pink powder is not deep and even, it is good to look closely.

"Sleeves are bare hands, bare wrists are gold rings."

Chu Shou folded his arms in front of his chest, leaned against the door, and looked at the distance with his eyes raised. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion. This woman has a graceful figure, which is not inferior to the most beautiful woman in Kyoto she saw in Ganlinzhou five years ago. Son, even compared to her charm, the person in front of her is a bit colder.

"The county lord."

Qing Feng walked over quickly, calling out in a low voice.

Chu Shou didn't look at him, didn't lift his eyelids, just stared at the man who couldn't get out, raised his hand to stop him: "Stand, don't let the cold air in."

"My little girl, Zhao Qinghuai, has met Princess Liuchuan."

The beauty looks back, but her charming eyes are like silk, Chu Shou is surprised, the beauty is originally charming, but today she is wearing plain clothes and clean ornaments...

Without waiting for another thought, Qing Huai rushed forward, holding an iron fork with charcoal fire in his hand, and aimed it straight at the center of Chu Shou's eyebrows. In the blink of an eye, the beauty was furious, with a ferocious face. Well, she was neither pure nor charming. A tough femme fatale.

Chu Shou turned to the side of the house, and the iron rod rushed to the door frame, making a noise, emitting a few wisps of white smoke, and hanging black marks.

Without much reaction, Qing Huai gritted his teeth and slashed towards Chu Shou. With nowhere to hide for a while, he curled his right arm and stretched out the tiger skin on his back. The shiny fur immediately burned and stuck into a long Heiban forced her to take a few steps back, and the bell around her waist rang again and again as if urging her to die.

Only then did the black-clothed Qingfeng move to stop him, he picked up the reddish iron rod with his knife, and said sharply, "Miss Zhao! Please respect yourself."

Chu Shou put down his right arm after he stabilized his figure, frowned, and rubbed the tiger's skin distressedly. There was still a little warmth in the burnt black place, and sighed: "It's a pity, a treasure passed down from family."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qinghuai still didn't give up, his eyes were like the charcoal fire burning in the charcoal basin, staring at Chu Shou zigzagging.

"Lord Qingfeng! Get out of the way! You and Master Shen are afraid of power, and I am a mere life. If I can protect Young Master Song well, I will die!"

As he spoke, he drew out a soft sword like a silver-white water snake from his waist, curved around Qingfeng, and approached Chu Shou.

Qingfeng didn't make a knife, but pushed and chopped Zhao Qinghuai's right arm with his side hand, and she flew out and slammed into the edge of a table and chair, grunted in pain, swept her sleeves, The teacup shattered to the ground.

Qing Feng stopped his efforts, then turned to Chu Shou respectfully, "The Princess is frightened, please take a seat, Mr. Shen will be here in a while."

The voice was as indifferent and alienated as ever, and the head was slightly lowered, as if the black mask isolated the whole person from the world. After finishing speaking, he stepped back to the side, ignoring Zhao Qinghuai who was in pain and couldn't get up anymore.

Chu Shou put away the hand behind the table, took off the tiger skin on his back, and sat down on the yellow rosewood armchair behind him, picked up a cup of warm tea on the table, and sipped slowly.

Looking around, the red-hot charcoal fire is a bit out of tune with the summer heat, even the most delicate young lady in Kyoto does not need it. Across the screen like snow gauze, candlelight and moonlight dim Dimly, I could see a person lying peacefully on the bed, his chest rose and fell steadily, and he was safe and sound after a toss, as if he had fallen asleep.

The heavenly official she was looking for after trekking across mountains and rivers was this person.

He is also the little Mr. Song in Zhao Qinghuai's mouth, the person she will protect until death - the legendary heavenly official who is rare in a thousand years.

To be responsible for welcoming and sending off the heavenly officials and being the envoys of the Wu Clan is not only the meaning of their Wu Clan's existence, but also the honor of every Wu Clan envoy's life.

Thinking of this, Chu Shou couldn't help chuckling: It's really an honor to personally send the Tianguan on the road.

"Ahem, cough, where's Shen Yike? Where did you drag my backpack?"

Withdrawing his spirit, he began to pretend to be expressionless again, and became totally majestic.

And Zhao Qinghuai groaned softly at the side, his whole body was buried on the carpet, and there were traces of blood on the fragments of the teacup, just like the patterns dotted on the plain clothes, under the candlelight, there was a different kind of beauty.

Just as Qingfeng was about to speak, Shen Yike stepped into the door, holding a square scarf in his hand, wiped his hands and said: "Forgive me, the princess, if this person is gone, there will be more brats, I'm going to deal with some trouble."

"I heard that the Metropolitan Procuratorate is brave, but now it seems that it is really extraordinary."

Chu Shouyang put his lips on his chin, and touched the tiger's skin distressedly.

"Hey——Where is the princess, this Qingfeng and this girl belong to Mr. Song."

Shen Yi took a glance at the two, sat to the right, put down the thick bloody scarf, took a sip of tea, and continued in a low voice: "He is a member of the Heavenly Official."

Chu Shou shook his head with a smile, and then said with embarrassment: "There is news from the palace that His Majesty fell off his horse a few days ago and is still unconscious. Rumors have spread throughout the capital and people are panicking. What are you talking about... The prince is still young. Unable to bear the heavy responsibility of acting as an agent of the government, some people wanted to ask the Queen Mother to come out to stabilize the situation, and some people said that they could ask the little king of Zhongshan to come forward and bring the prince to act as an agent of the government..."

"Tsk, what do you think Master Shen?"

"My subordinates are ordered to supervise the envoys to welcome and send off the heavenly officials. This matter has not yet been fully resolved. How dare you make rash remarks on such...a major matter."

Chu Shou shook his head again, and continued: "Now the Metropolitan Procuratorate is shoulder to shoulder with the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple. I heard that the stern and selfless Master Xu Chunxu will be afraid of you three points. He will return to Beijing after tomorrow's affairs. According to this situation, the Metropolitan Procuratorate I'm afraid that the threshold of this will be...stepped through."

Chu Shou put his left hand on the armrest, rubbed it, with a smile on his face, still leaning on the back of the chair, raised his chin and raised the end of his eyes, calmly examining the person in front of him.

Shen Yike lowered his eyes, got up, cupped his hands and said: "The Metropolitan Procuratorate is directly under my Ming Qi Monarch, and supervises all officials. His Majesty is still in a coma, but there are such rumors in the capital. Please punish yourself."

Chu Shou tilted his head and looked at Shen Yike with a smile. He was tall and refined, like Lu Zi, a soldier stationed in the northern border, but he spoke softly and thoughtfully.

She does not disappoint His Majesty's personal training, she knows how loyal the Metropolitan Procuratorate is to His Majesty, but if His Majesty does not wake up, the situation in this court will be uncertain every day, and she has to make every step, otherwise how can she be worthy of His Majesty's great trust.

The two have the same tacit understanding, testing each other, and the water is tight.

Chu Shou got up, walked up to Shen Yike and stood with her hands behind her back. She was not considered low among women, and was even a little taller than ordinary women. Fang reached Shen Yike's shoulders and said calmly: "In that case, please, Master Shen , accept the order."

Shen Yike lowered his head and cupped his hands, looking sideways at Chu Shou as if unexpectedly, she smiled calmly and calmly, with a trace of helplessness in her eyes.

Shen Yi paused for a moment, and immediately lifted his robe and knelt down. Seeing this, Qing Feng consciously went to the back, and pulled up Zhao Qinghuai who was lying on the ground beside her.

Chu Shou took a few steps back, took out a jade scroll imperial decree from the bamboo pot hanging on his waist, opened it carefully, and read it in a dignified manner, following the example of the old internal official who handed her down as Princess Ruchuan many years ago , "Shangyu..."

The more he read, the lower his voice became, and he looked at the content of the imperial decree on his own, heaved a sigh of relief, rolled up indiscriminately, frowned and threw it into Shen Yike's arms, cursed in a low voice, and carried it on his hips.

Shen Yike took the imperial decree, swept it away, and understood it clearly.

"In short, I want you to pick up the Censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate to return to the capital. If I'm not mistaken...it's him."

Chu Shou pointed to the screen beside it. On the screen was a picture of stars and mountains and rivers. The black lines on the snow were as ecstatic as an ink painting. He could vaguely see a person on the bed. Hidden in a mist and steaming, it is still calm.

"Then I'll trouble the princess to accompany us to perform this scene." Shen Yi spoke respectfully, but his eyes were somewhat smug.

Greeting and sending off the heavenly official, in simple terms, is to take the life of the heavenly official, send the heavenly official to the realm of the gods, and return the soul to its rightful place.

Before coming to Cangjia City from the north and south of the Yangtze River, Chu Shou struggled for a day or two, and finally she chose a bottle of poison that sealed her throat with blood, which was enough to take away the mortal body that bound the heavenly official, and ensured that it was colorless, odorless and tasteless. pain.

Shen Yike was proud, proud that he finally snatched his capital censor Mr. Song, Song Yanqing, from her hands, and there were no casualties, and it would not be embarrassing.

"Troublesome?" Chu Shou asked back, then smiled happily, shook his head and said, "No trouble."

"His life was earned by himself." After finishing speaking, he finally moved his gaze away from Song Yanqing, and was about to take a step when he suddenly remembered something, frowning and looking at Zhao Qinghuai aside.

He said coldly: "Ghosts are easy to disturb this night, since the girl is so loyal to protect the lord, then kneel and watch the night."

Zhao Qinghuai's figure trembled a bit, and she barely straightened her body with her hands on her knees. Because of her weak elbows, she often slipped off her knees, but even so, she still gritted her teeth and persisted, her forehead was so painful that cold sweat broke out.

Chu Shou looked at the broken back of the beauty, clicked his tongue twice as if sighing, and walked out of the room without looking back.

On the top of the tree on the moon, the light like frost covered the whole small courtyard, Chu Shou felt a little at ease, but it was strange and a little flustered, as if the moonlight like silver gauze poured into the bottom of his heart, stealing something away.

She took off the bells around her waist one by one and put them in the palm of her hand. When the ceremony is completed tomorrow, the matter of welcoming and sending off the heavenly official will be completely overturned. The last envoy of the Wu Clan will hide in the world with the heavenly official. .

Is such a choice good or bad for the Wu Clan?

Thinking about this, Chu Shou couldn't help but shook his head, telling himself not to think too much, she should be extremely confident in herself, at least in this short life, she is still sure.

"Better alive than anything else, right?"

Qing Feng was taken aback by Chu Shou's sudden murmur, and he raised his head in confusion.

Chu Shou stopped, turned around and walked to the side. It was a small pond with clear waves. Occasionally, there were remnants of lotus lying quietly on the water.

"Do you know me?" Chu Shou turned around, leaning his back against the sill, leaning on his elbows, and began to look squarely at the man in front of him. His eyes were a little suspicious, but his face was full of sincerity.

"There are quite a few ambushes in this courtyard. If I hadn't settled down with you Master Shen today and insisted on poisoning the heavenly official, I'm afraid I would have died in a foreign land by now. Fortunately, I have an imperial decree to protect me..."

Chu Shou said with a smile, with a bit of rejoicing in her tone, but seeing that Qingfeng didn't speak, the atmosphere gradually became weird, she stood up straight, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, rubbed her hands together and said, "I mean...that's... Well, logically speaking, you should be like Miss Zhao, if you want to get rid of me, then do it quickly."

"I'm not Mr. Shen's person." Qing Feng only left one sentence lightly, and said: "The princess should rest earlier."

"If you put it this way, then he is not doing well. I am afraid that His Majesty has misjudged the person? I think Shen Yike can take up the burden of the Metropolitan Procuratorate by himself. Why bother to replace me with the Wu Clan? Going out alone?"

Chu Shou looked at his back, folded his arms around his chest, raised his chin, his words were stinging, and his face was full of domineering.

Qingfeng stood still and turned around, ignoring it: "Princess, please."

Chu Shou fixed his gaze, then snorted coldly and said, "It's boring."

Then he was taken to a small courtyard in Dongyuan, with a golden lock on it. When he opened it, the small courtyard was brightly lit, and a pear tree was planted in the middle of the courtyard, which was open strangely. The flowers, if you look closer, they are indeed white with cyan, which is extraordinarily unique.

"He sorted everything out."

Chu Shou stepped forward to caress the pear tree, its branches, new leaves, and petals that made people feel pity. It has no effect, so apart from being teased and having a tryst with Fairy Pear Blossom, it is not harmful.

"Princess, please rest, all the facilities in the house are ready..."

"Okay." Just now, Chu Shou was thinking of getting a sentence or two out of this wooden mouth, but now he didn't want to hear another word, so he interrupted him in a hurry, "Okay, let's go, tell me Mr. Shen, I will carry out the ceremony to greet and send off the heavenly officials at Yinshi tomorrow, and we will set off for Beijing immediately after the ceremony is over."

Qing Feng nodded, and left the courtyard tactfully.

　stand-alone mode...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)