Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 108 Xiao Hanchen! [Gift to the silver lord ellipsis eighteenth]

In the Nuan Pavilion of the state capital, Song Jing greeted Fang Xirou, Murong Yan and others before calling Xia Houchun to sit down.

The masked man waited on Murong Yan by his side, while Yang Zhong leaned against the door and leaned on the building. He claimed that he was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, not afraid of the severe cold.

The hearth was chirping, and the flames were flying wildly.

Several people sat around the stove, warming themselves by the fire.

Song Jing finished picking up the charcoal and wood firewood, and smiled apologetically at Xia Houchun, "The official residence is shabby, and the wind and cold are blowing in. I have wronged Your Highness."

Xia Houchun greeted Fang Xirou, Murongyan and others who were about to sit down, but Song Jing's face changed slightly, "Your Highness, wait a moment."

Immediately after that, he carried a few hairpin embroidered pillows from the bed in the inner hall, carefully placed them on the cold table and chairs, and respectfully bowed to Murong Yan and Fang Xirou: "Please take a seat."

Fang Xirou looked around, glanced at it, and said with pursed lips: "You don't see any brocade, you don't smell musk, and you haven't even paved the earth dragon. Your life as governor must be too shabby."

Let alone brocades, Xia Houchun hasn't seen a single luxury item since he stepped into the courtyard.

Ordinary people have curtains and brocade curtains, sandalwood chairs and pear wood tables, not to mention elegant playthings such as beautiful jade and celadon, but Song Jing, as the governor of a medium-sized state capital adjacent to the Eastern Capital, has no luxury items.

Xia Houchun frowned slightly: "As far as I know, the salaries of my Dajing officials have always been extremely generous. How could it be short of the daily needs of the fourth-rank officials, let alone the governor of a state."

The man next to the masked man looked lightly, and said ironically, "Three years to clear the magistrate, one hundred thousand snowflake silver."

She glanced at Song Jing, and reminded Xia Houchun "kindly", "Don't be fooled."

These words are obviously detrimental.

Unexpectedly, Song Jing was not angry, and shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm not afraid that Your Highness will joke with all the girls. The salary of a humble official is meager, and he often cannot make ends meet. He has been poor for several years."

Yang Zhong, who was crouching on the side, frowned slightly, "The annual salary of my Dajing fourth-rank official is about 60 square inches of silver, and it would be [-] yuan in Xianlong money. This salary is enough to cover all the expenses of Taikang. Can Zhoucheng spend more than in Taikang?"

In addition to annual salaries, Dajing officials also had salaries, job fields, and servants, which was not unreasonable.

Xia Houchun also frowned. In his impression, Song Jing was not like a greedy and lustful person, and the configuration of his government office already explained everything.

Song Jing didn't explain, but said softly: "To tell you the truth, my minister has a daughter who has been bedridden with illness for many years."

Xia Houchun was stunned, "Master Song, you mean that sister Zhuo Wen has been ill for many years?"

Song Jing gave a long sigh and nodded slightly.

Xia Houchun frowned slightly: "What did the doctor say?"

Song Jing's face turned pale, and he just shook his head.

Xia Houchun suddenly understood that even the doctor was helpless, could it be hopeless?
A shy little girl with soaring braids vaguely appeared in his mind, who once accompanied Song Jing to the palace to visit the old man.

The original body was still young at the time, so naturally he didn't know how to be compassionate and cherish jade, and only wanted to be competitive, so the two of them didn't have much in-depth contact.

But after all, there are several playtimes, which can also be regarded as childhood companions.

After pondering for a while, Xia Houchun asked, "Master Song, can you tell us about the condition of sister Zhuowen?"

Song Jing looked sad, "I don't think about tea, I don't think about food, I often feel depressed and mourn, and my face is sad and painful, but the doctor said that there is no cause, let alone pain."

Xia Houchun realized clearly when he heard the words, this is obviously lovesickness.

At this time Song Jing hesitated for a while, and said with some pain: "Even the minister found that the little girl has a tendency to self-harm."

Xia Houchun was awed when he heard the words, could it be the depression caused by lovesickness?

At this time, Murong Yan raised his eyes, and after quietly looking at Fang Xirou, he said in unison: "Can we have a look?"

Song Jing was surprised, and looked at Xia Houchun, "I don't know who these are?"

Xia Houchun turned to Song Jing and said slowly: "It's okay, they are all my friends."

He turned his head to look at the two of them, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you really good at medicine?"

Don't be cured if the disease is not cured, it will be a disservice.

Murong Yan smiled slightly, "Doctors, look, smell and ask everything, check the inside of the muscle, understand the inside and outside, know the cold and heat, and know a little bit about difficult and miscellaneous diseases."

Fang Xirou glanced at Murong Yan, and said in a low voice: "According to Master Song, Miss Song seems to be fine, she just needs to get rid of her heart disease."

Song Jing was startled when he heard the words: "Heart disease? What heart disease does she have?"

Murong Yan didn't answer, but asked instead: "I wonder when Miss Song started to get sick?"

Song Jing frowned slightly, and after pondering for a while, said: "About three years ago, since I visited an old friend with me, I gradually became depressed."

Xia Houchun's heart moved, "I don't know which old friend it is?"

Song Jing looked at him, and replied calmly: "His name is Xiao Hanchen, and he claims to be a side branch of the Taikang Xiao family."

Xia Houchun nodded lightly. Although this Master Song is loyal and patriotic, patriotism comes first and loyalty comes second.

Therefore, even though it is an imperial party, it also associates with some members of the Xiao family.

Song Jing suddenly remembered: "By the way, besides my old friend, there was also a young man with a strong back and a waist."

He looked at Xia Houchun, "That old friend of mine is nothing more than that, he has been traveling all over the world all year round, and there is only one wild crane in the clouds, but that young man is extremely extraordinary."

Xia Houchun frowned, "How extraordinary?"

Song Jing hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "He is more than eight feet tall, with bee eyes and wolf brows, eagle nose and thin lips, he is cold and arrogant, vicious and cold-blooded, he should be a bloodthirsty and warlike person."

"It doesn't look bad, though."

"What's its name?" Xia Houchun asked.

Song Jing shook his head, "My old friend only said that he was a distant cousin, but did not disclose his identity."

Xia Houchun nodded slightly, not surprised.

He chewed lightly in his mouth, "Xiao Hanchen, Xiao Hanchen."

And that young man with bee-eyed wolf eyebrows.

He always felt an inexplicable familiarity with this young man, he seemed to have known him before, but it was hard to remember who it was.

When Fang Xirou heard 'Xiao Hanchen' on the side, her almond eyes shrank suddenly, and the look of fear flashed away, and she said in a concentrated voice:
"It's him!!"

Xia Houchun frowned, looked at Fang Xirou and asked, "You know him?"

Song Jing looked surprised, "Could it be that Miss Fang also knows my old friend?"

Xia Houchun looked at Fang Xirou.

I saw the other party's eyes were serious, and he said word by word: "Xiao Hanchen, the actual controller behind the Yanjing City Yuxu Temple!"

She paused, and said slowly: "The peak of real people exists!"

Xia Houchun's pupils shrank, and a storm surged in his heart.

The pinnacle of real people!

This is not the real-life spirit beast whose legs go limp at the sight of Wuchenmen, let alone the 'false real person' Shen Guangyin.

The reason why Xia Houchun was able to subdue Kui Snake that day did not rely on his own bastard spirit.

Only afterwards did he realize that the Kui snake was intimidated by a little four-legged snake.

Even my own family and Shen Guangyin only acted as restraint.

It's just that the little guy is sleeping soundly in his arms, without any changes.

Therefore, Xia Houchun can't really defeat a real person in the infant refining realm even with the help of the power of "God's Edict" and "Magic Source", or even the seal of "Guan Tao".

Unless he goes a step further in cultivation and reaches the peak of Qingdan, and then uses the 'magic source' as the source of spiritual power, and throws the 'God's imperial edict' seal at people, it is possible to win the real person.

As for the 'Guan Dao' seal, after using it a few times, he found that it was getting more and more uncontrollable, and he always felt powerless.

Like a child holding a sledgehammer, he is powerless.

Therefore, once they really meet the real peak, Xia Houchun and others will undoubtedly die.

Fang Xirou stared at Xia Houchun with all the solemnity and solemnity in front of him, and warned: "After this trip to the north, I advise you not to provoke Yuxuguan. The real Taoist master is not comparable to Shen Guangyin."

Xia Houchun nodded and said, "I understand."

Then he raised his eyes to Song Jing, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice:
"If Zhuo Wen's illness started on that day, then the illness must have something to do with the Xiao family."

Song Jing's complexion changed, as if frost had condensed, and he said in a hateful voice: "It's not as bad as his wife and children. They actually used such vicious methods. I really misunderstood him."

Xia Houchun sighed softly, "Let's trouble Master Song to take me to see sister Zhuowen first."

Song Jing nodded, "Your Highness and the two girls are welcome."

In fact, he didn't hold out hope, but he had the right to give it a try.

　['Changing clothes to rule the world' is excerpted from Tang Taizong's "The Sun is Facing the Dynasty" and "Lucky Martial Arts"]

　　
　
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