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Chapter 16

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    Silk Jin was secretly carried back to the Hou Mansion. The first thing he saw after he regained consciousness was Ruan Baoyu.  Seeing that he woke up, Mr. Bao's eyes widened. The comfort version he had previously drawn up in his mind was instantly wiped out. He couldn't say a word and could only carefully control his breathing to be neither light nor heavy.

    The silk brocade man was lying on the bed, his sharp chin resting on the pillow, and his long hair falling down made his whole body look lifeless.  In silence, he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he saw Mr. Bao smiling at him. Unfortunately, his performance was not refined enough and he slumped his shoulders.

    "What do you want to say?" To Bo Jin, the action was like a thorn, like someone was pouring salt on the wound on his back.

    Mr. Bao reluctantly curled his lips and shook his head.

    "What do you want to hear?" Still shaking his head.

    "Get out." The brocade eyebrows moved slightly, and two awe-inspiring cold lights swept away, revealing the cold dew of the cold bamboo, still as beautiful as an arrow piercing it.

    Mr. Bao lowered his head and twisted his fingers, breathing hard: "Master Hou, I will stand outside the door, okay?"

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    The moon passes through the clouds, appearing and disappearing.

    Bo Jin was lying on the bed in pain, naturally unable to sleep, and when he turned his head, he could see his figure reflected on the door grid.

    At the fourth watch, the shadow outside the door suddenly disappeared.

    Bo Jin endured the injury, put on his robe and went out, and saw the man sitting on the steps.

    "A man who cowers in a corner in the middle of the night, crying for nothing, has no future."

    Mr. Bao awkwardly wiped away the stinging pain in his eyes with his shoulder, and hummed with a smile: "The Marquis is wrong, no, no."

    Bo Jin narrowed his beautiful purple eyes and slowly walked back to the house: "Go away, I'm fine." After saying that, he closed the door.

    It¡¯s dawn.

    Ruan Nong got up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and walked into the backyard, only to see his father Zhuo Ran isolated in the morning breeze, staring intently into the distance.  If I were not standing beside the chicken coop in a daze, this scene would be remarkable.

    Ruan Nong approached, only to find Mr. Bao¡¯s eyes bloodshot: ¡°You stayed up all night, why are you drying the pole here? Are you afraid that people will steal the chicken?¡±

    "I'll go to Dali Temple to collect some files. You can meet your Uncle Li for dinner. If you have anything to do, come to Dali Temple and see me."

    Ruan Shaoqing went as soon as he said he wanted to go, and the investigation lasted three days.  Even Li Yan couldn't figure out what Ruan Baoyu was checking, and he actually didn't think about it.  As curious as he was, he tried several times with soft and hard methods, but Mr. Bao just wouldn't let go.  In the end, Ruan Shaoqing lost his temper: "You are so empty, feed the cat!"

    Li Yan couldn¡¯t stand it any longer. He rolled up his sleeves on the spot and stamped his feet angrily: ¡°If I ignore you again, I¡¯ll jump into the Yellow River!¡±

    "The Yellow River is over there." Mr. Bao still lowered his head and pointed out the direction like the wind.

    Li Yan was mad here, but Ruan Nong didn't mind. The Yamen reported on time every day, and to see if Ruan Shaoqing was okay, he sneaked into the widow's room to see the corpse.

    In the past three days, Bo Jin has not shown up.  On the night of the third day, Mr. Li Yan, who was very strong-minded, accidentally had too much dinner, reluctantly went out for a walk, and finally walked into the Yamen of Dali Temple by chance.

    Seeing that the lights in the study were still on, Mr. Bao in front of the case stopped burying his head in the files and began to drink the official tea again.

    "Ruan Baoyu, have you sorted out your thoughts?"

    "yes."

    "What about the congratulatory poems, have they been written?"

    "What congratulatory poem?" Mr. Bao filled another cup.

    "On the 100th day since the birth of a new prince in the Central Palace, the Holy Emperor has ordered the civil and military officials in Beijing to enclose a congratulatory poem when the ceremony is held tomorrow morning. I told you yesterday!" The veins on Li Yan's forehead began to pop again.

    "I seem to have heard that sentence before." Mr. Bao tried hard to recall, but saw that Li Yan's face turned blue and he hurriedly said to please, "After I was injured in the explosion, my hearing did not recover very much, and my hand is not good either."

    The wise Li Yan gritted his teeth and asked him: "What do you want?"

    "Those who are able work hard!" Mr. Bao raised the corners of his mouth beautifully, and in the middle of his smile, he suddenly stiffened and asked, "Tell me, why does the emperor want to send a congratulatory message?"

    "Congratulations to the prince for a hundred days!"

    "It's not like he's giving birth to his first child. Does he need to arrange so many tasks?"

    "The emperor is happy, why do you care so much?" Li Yan was confused.

    "I'm not feeling well, so I have to go back first."

    The inner room of the Hou Mansion was still dark.

    In three days, thanks to the high-grade wound medicine sent from the palace, Bo Jin's injuries were mostly healed.

    At this time, he was sitting on the railing armchair, looking at the purple candle on the table indifferently.p; Soon Boling got the news, and his face suddenly turned livid. Under the heavy clouds, his whole body began to tremble slightly.  Among the men and women who indulged in lust, one was the eunuch and the other was Luo Zhaoyi in the harem.

    How to deal with it is already very difficult, not to mention that the emperor¡¯s woman was actually fucked by a eunuch!  Where is his face?

    He looked down at the two people who were kneeling to catch the rapist in anger.

    Li Yan was so frightened that his face turned gray and he did not dare to raise his head. He bumped his forehead against the marble floor.  Ruan Baoyu, however, stared straight at the emperor with his eyes widened, with the courage to hold his head high.

    With their eyes facing each other, Bo Ling slowly stood up, walked up to Ruan Baoyu, and kicked him suddenly.

    Mr. Bao immediately flew out like a kite with its string cut off.

    "Bang" it landed heavily outside the palace door again, causing both civil and military officials to gasp.

    Xiao Che, who was sitting by the door, took courage and wanted to help Mr. Bao up.

    After a while, Mr. Bao finally took a breath. After coughing several times, he opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

    Although he is not a marquis, he is still a beauty.  With a beauty surrounding his waist, the nymphomaniac Mr. Bao immediately became energetic and exhaled. He did not ask for mercy, but only looked at Bo Ling.

    Boling became even more angry, this man was so courageous.

    This thought made him suddenly realize.  The four sentences that this guy just said are combined with the poem of Silk Brocade, which is:

    The West Sea is auspicious, and the green-armored unicorn is visiting.

    There is a deep meaning in the pool, and I look forward to waiting for the dragon to swim freely.

    When I looked carefully at the bottom of the water, I realized that the crab was busy.

    Laughing refers to the moon to autumn, and the green skin changes the chrysanthemum.

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    Boling suddenly returned to his seat, drew out the sword from the rack, stood up and stabbed Ruan Baoyu.

    The moment the sharp blade reflected Mr. Bao's eyes, a hand had already grasped the sword blade, and blood beads instantly flowed out from between his fingers, like a cracked red sword.

    "Your Majesty, the punishment is not worthy of a doctor."

    The drops of blood fell down and fell into the pool of blood that Mr. Bao had spit out before, causing splashes of blood.

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    Fight, already T Feibao.

    Hahaha!

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