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By Mao Ni
Deng Ziyue sneaked a little, thinking that the rainy day, not waiting for the subordinates to respect the filial piety, not in the Xinfeng Pavilion, do not go back to the house to enjoy the warm tea, prefer to rain, go to the government, do not know the adults are Thinking about something.
"I am going to adjust the car." He said to Fan Leisure, he was ready to go to the opposite side of the street.
Fan shook his head and shook his head. The backhand put the hat of the raincoat on his head. He was not afraid of the heavy rain that fell outside. He walked into the rain of the long street and let the rain hit him. Piece of gray-black clothes.
The official uniform of the Supervisory Academy is very common, but there are also special styles. For example, when rainy days are investigated, the raincoat is usually worn - the sleeves are wide and not long, all are made of waterproof fabric, and there is a one-piece hat on the back. The style is a bit strange, like a windbreaker, and like a cloak, the rain falls from the sky, and falls on this dress will go down.
In the same year, Shu Xueshi saw the clothes of the Supervisory Institute in Kyoto for the first time. Dafa Yaxing took the name of “Lianyi”, which means that the rain fell from the lotus leaves like a pearl. But after all, the style of this raincoat is a bit strange, and it is incompatible with the current aesthetics. So even if there is such a wonderful name as the lotus dress, it still has not spread in the folk, and only the officials of the supervision institute will wear this kind of clothes.
So now in the rainy days of Kyoto, as long as you see this person wearing a black-gray rose coat, everyone knows that the supervision of the hospital to do things, will avoid the ghosts to escape.
Fan Xian is currently in the rain, and several people in the Kai Nian group naturally do not dare to neglect, just like that month, in general, divided into several directions, not far from the ground to guard him, in the rainy days of the lonely Liao people to the front Going, the rain hits the clothes, the boots are running on the water, hehe!
A few people in the fog have a taste of silence and killing.
The owner of the new wind museum, who was sent to the guest, looked up at this scene slightly, thinking that this Fan Tis is really a wonderful person, with a few subordinates, actually wearing this strange clothes. Going out of the texture.
It’s not far from the government. After walking in the rain for a while, I walked into an alley and then walked out to the right. I could see the door that was not so spacious. I thought of the father and son in the house. In charge of all the espionage activities of the court, even Fan Xian did not help but have a dignified color.
Yan Ruohai is the old minister who has been in charge of the Supervisory Academy for ten years. He has won the Sacred Heart and won Chen Pingping's weight. Even the six ministers in the court did not dare to arrogate in front of him, and because the supervision institute was set up at the beginning of the year, The order of the official ranks was extremely low, so in order to facilitate the operation, the Majesty was basically using the means of awarding the honours to forcibly elevating the political status of the officials of the Supervisory Academy.
For example, Yan Ruohai was a second-class viscount a few years ago. Last year, Yan Bingyun was betrayed by the princess to Beiqi. In order to appease these loyal ministers in the supervision court, he immediately made the title of Yan Ruohai a third-class count. Fan Jian, who wants to be even a fan of Fan, is now a book of the Ministry of the Family, and he is only a first-class count, and he can know how much the Holy Spirit is to the officials of the Supervisory Academy.However, there is no new plaque at the entrance of the government. The following questions are still written as "Jing Cheng Zi Fu" and have not been replaced by "Jing Cheng Bo Fu". The words are also black, not golden, which is extremely low-key. However, Fan Xian is clear, except for the ministers of the dynasty, only the minister who gave the house to the house is qualified to write the title in front of the house. This shows that the house is also given by the sire, and it is not low-key.
Standing at the gate of the rain that didn't stop, the deacons on the door saw him coming. When I saw the raincoat worn by this pedestrian, I knew that it was the official in the supervision court. I just didn't know whether it was the grandfather's colleague or the young master's friend. Hurry up the steps, cover the rain with his hands, and welcome Fan and his party.
Fan Yu’s rain cap at the beginning of the show reveals slightly damp hair and asks: “Small words are not at home?”
The deacon is preparing to say that the lord is not at home, listening to the other party's words, only to know that he is looking for the young master, and then look at the handsome face, guessing which one is, and respectfully said: "The young master is at home, may I ask the adults? Titus?"
Fan nodded and solved the raincoat and rested on the arm. The deacon quickly took over, and his left hand propped up a paper umbrella and said: "Adults please come in."
This is a wise man. He knows that the young master is coming back from the north. He has a very close relationship with this Fan Tis, and he advocates that he will not be notified first and will directly enter. Fan Xian is also having this idea. He smiles and looks at the deacon. He naturally walks into the government. After all, his official rank is above the father and son. In this case, you are not polite.
This is his first time to come to the government. It is inevitably curious about the Fuzhong environment, but as the deacon's umbrella walks in, there is no strange place to see all the way, just enough rain to nourish the big one in the courtyard. Some surprisingly rockery, let the moss on it seem to return to youthful green oil.
After going around the rockery, it was the inner court of the government. Fan looked at the two people listening to the rain under the distant gallery. He smiled and waved all the people not to follow himself, but he slowly walked on the slate. Try not to make a sound, close to the gallery.
The gallery is in the rain, the stone steps on the pillars are wet, and the land under the gallery is also wet, but the two people under the gallery are still unmoved, sitting on two chairs and watching the rain in the autumn.
One of them was a little boy who had just returned to Beijing, but the other was Miss Shen, who had fled a thousand miles. The two sat in the chair, did not speak, nor looked at each other. They just turned their eyes into the rain and seemed to expect this. The bead curtain woven by the rain that has been falling down can refract the eyes of the two people and project them into the eyes of the other party.
Fan sighed and laughed. He found that the face of this guy was still a frosty face, but the scorpion was a little more gentle than the past, and Miss Shen, who was next to him, seemed to be suffering from the ruin of the day. Get rid of it, the face is slightly shy, but there is a bit more stunned in the scorpion.
Just this pair of grievances
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