The Dongjing Factory is located at the easternmost side of the imperial city, at the Donghua Gate, which is at the root of the city wall. A large yard with five entrances, the door opens towards the outside of the imperial city, and the people who enter and exit are all subordinates of Dongchang.

It was early winter, and the large plum blossoms planted in the yard were budding.

Duan Chong, the **** and supervisor of the East Factory, sat on the Taishi chair in the main hall, holding a fragrant Liuan melon slice in his hand. He looked at the red plum outside the flower window and said with a smile, "This most beautiful scene must be seen in the coldest genius."

Sitting beside him was Wu Shunhai, the head of the Dongchang factory, who was also the personal **** of Xue Yan's biological mother, Concubine Rong.

Wu Shunhai followed with a smile and said, "Who said it wasn't? The more lively he looked at him, the more he didn't know when the tree would fall and the hozen would be scattered."

A little half an hour ago, a person was executed there and skinned. The man didn't die until the skin was completely peeled off, and the wailing could be heard halfway through Dongchang.

Duan Chong glanced at the bloodstain and shook his head indifferently.

"Your Majesty still trusts the dog whose tail is wagging at his side every day," he said. "Although our East Factory has worked hard for His Majesty, what can it compare to the one who served on the side every day."

Wu Shunhai naturally knew that he was talking about Lingfu. In the past few years, the power of Dongchang has been divided by the emperor by nearly 30%, and all of them have been given to Lingfu. From Lingfu to the group of eunuchs under his command who are serving nobles in the palace, the past few years have been very proud of each other, but the Dongchang gate has been left out in the cold, which is much more bleak than in previous years.

In the past, Dongchang had some noble powers in the palace. The mistress of the palace, which family is not an official in the court, all hope to please Dongchang, so that they can open up to the Internet and do things more smoothly.

But now, even these people are willing to listen to the blessings.

And listening to the blessing is clearly still not satisfied. The one who was executed in front of the court just now was the eyeliner that Lingfu placed in the East Factory.

Wu Shunhai smiled and said with relief: "Father-in-law, don't worry. There is always a way."

Hearing this, Duan Chong took a sip of tea and asked, "I heard that you sent someone to the palace that day to find the Fifth Highness?"

Wu Shunhai heard the words: "I found it, and also revealed the identity of his subordinates to him."

Duan Chong smiled: "This child is also pitiful. What did he say?"

Wu Shunhai said: "It's pitiful, but it always means embarrassing and useful."

Duan Chong raised his eyebrows: "How do you say this?"

Wu Shunhai said: "Little Weizi came back and said that although he was moved, he only wanted to reminisce with his subordinates. Xiaoweizi asked him if he wanted revenge, but he said that he had no way of starting, and rejected him."

Hearing this, Duan Chong laughed.

“It’s embarrassing, it’s the biggest use,” he said. "Our East Factory's own usefulness is enough. If he has more skills, it will still be our trouble in the future."

These words spoke to Wu Shunhai's heart. He nodded again and again, saying that the factory supervisor was wise.

"Then, will the subordinate choose a day to meet him?" Wu Shunhai asked.

Duan Chong shook his head.

"Wait," he said. "Let Xiao Weizi still go to Wenhua Hall every day, what it was in the past, and what it will be in the future."

Wu Shunhai was puzzled: "This...?"

The situation of the East Factory is clearly very difficult. Lingfu was eyeing the tiger, and the empress in the palace, who had become famous in recent years, also defected. That empress was attached to Dongchang for her father and brother, but she did a lot of things with Dongchang, and she has a lot of handles from Dongchang at hand... The director of the factory has not been in a hurry until now?

Duan Chong shook his head.

He looked out the door. Below the steps stood a ten-year-old child, thin and frail, but his expression was surprisingly indifferent.

The skin of the man just now was peeled off by the child himself. His face was still stained with blood, but at this time, he calmly instructed his followers to clean up the blood, as if he had just killed a chicken in front of the door.

Duan Chong took a sip of tea.

"Humans, only when the mountains and rivers are exhausted will they give up their hearts to the people who give charcoal in the snow." He smiled meaningfully.

"Only when the time comes, this person will be your obedient dog."

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Jun Huailang never thought that he could say such words with such confidence. After the words were said, he was a little embarrassed after realizing it, lowered his eyes, and no longer dared to look into Xue Yan's eyes.

After all, although he is not frail and sickly, it is difficult for him to recover quickly after contracting a cold once in a while. This time, it may be that the wind chill is not complete, or it may be the hidden danger brought by rebirth, but it has nothing to do with Xue Yan and must not be blamed on Xue Yan.

Although Jun Huailang was openhearted, Xue Yan kept silent, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

But for a moment, Jun Huailang couldn't take it anymore.

He lowered his eyes, cleared his throat, and pretended to be indifferent: "In short, my nightmare has nothing to do with you. You just live here, and you don't have to worry about the faults that have nothing to do with you. on myself."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the room.

He didn't look back, and of course he didn't see it, the light-colored eyes behind him that had been watching him were full of complex, fiery and restrained emotions.

He didn't know either, Xue Yan returned to his room that day and didn't speak for a long time.

Jinbao is used to seeing his deep and reserved appearance, but he always feels that today is a bit unusual. He was waiting in the room, and was about to leave quickly when he heard Xue Yan's voice.

"Is there really a Buddha in the world?" he asked.

Jin Bao was taken aback.

"This... maybe there is?" Jin Bao was ambiguous.

Then, he heard Xue Yan sigh in a low voice.

"I don't know which gods and Buddhas in the sky can restrain the evil spirit in me." He said. "...and save that ignorant little fool."

Jinbao people are stupid.

He thought to himself that a master like him who was least afraid of divine punishment had begun to believe in Buddhism, then he must have really fallen for evil, and he needed to have the Buddha manifest and exorcise him.

From this day on, Jun Huailang's room has been filled with the smell of Buddha incense, which lasts for a long time, every day.

He was very strange at first, he didn't expect the incense of Baoguo Temple to last so long. But until the night watchman Fuyi told him that every day Xue Yan would come to Jun Huailang alone to light incense in his front hall when he hadn't woken up.

As for Jun Huailang, who fell asleep smelling the incense of Buddha every day, the frequency of nightmares really decreased.

He hasn't been able to communicate with Xue Yan for a day. Every day he got up, Xue Yan was gone, and when he went to Wenhua Hall, Xue Yan was still alone, not having any contact with him.

Jun Huailang was a little unbearable, and even he himself found his heart soft.

Such a silent man who only treats his good, really makes it difficult for him to keep his vigilance and hatred for each other all the time.

Jun Huailang sometimes even prefers that Xue Yan is a complete asshole, but he doesn't need to be so entangled, and enjoys the benefits of the other party every day.

Jun Huailang worked hard to suppress this strange feeling in his heart, and he was still as usual every day. Just like this, it got colder day by day, and after another snowfall, it was the day of the Emperor's Thousand Autumn Banquet.

In the past life, Jun Huailang was also absent from this Qianqiu Banquet. The wind chill in his previous life was severe, and until this day, it was not very good. His parents were afraid that he would be ill at the banquet to others and ruin the auspiciousness of Qianqiu Banquet, so they let him stay in the mansion.

And this life, Jun Huailang, who lives in the palace, is naturally different from the previous life.

In the early morning of the Qianqiu Banquet, Jun Huailang got up early. The servants in the palace are most familiar with the handling of such palace banquets. Even though there are three more people in Mingluan Palace this year, they still take care of the dresses and accessories they need.

When he arrived in the hall, he saw Xue Yunhuan frowning and cocking his nose: "What's the smell in your palace? It smells like entering a Buddhist hall."

Jun Huailang paused for a while before noticing the incense of sandalwood and Buddha surrounding him.

After these days, he was already used to it.

Jun Huailang's gaze involuntarily fell out of the window.

Across the delicate and beautiful garden of Mingluan Palace, opposite is the west side hall where Xue Yan lived. It is clearly the boundary of Mingluan Palace, but the side hall seems to be separated out.

At this time, the door of the west hall was closed, and Jinbao, who had always been guarding the door, was not there.

"It's gone." Jun Huailang said softly to himself.

"What did you say?" Xue Yunhuan didn't hear clearly, and asked.

Jun Huailang smiled at him: "It's nothing. We'll miss the hour later, let's go."

There is no one, what did Huailang watch just now?