harmless youth like me

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The follower said: "I heard that the magistrate of Jiading is a loyal person and loves the people like a son. The adults are not willing to see him?"

Chang Pinghou said: "It's his business that he has a clear name. Since I didn't come here for him, why should I see him?"

The attendant bowed and was about to reply to the local officials. He had just exited the courtyard when Chang Pinghou said, "Wait a minute."

The entourage hurried back, and Marquis Changping ordered: "There is a teacher named Bao in the local county government, you go and bring him."

A master surnamed Bao? Why is he not willing to see the official, but the master? The second monk Zhang was puzzled, but he still took orders.

Not long after, Mr. Bao appeared tremblingly outside. Those stern-faced, tiger-like sergeants with knives had already made him break out in a cold sweat. At this time, he saw Bao Da tied to the tree again, and he immediately shuddered. It's soft! Although Bao Da is a lump of elm, dull and slow, he is also his only son!

"Hou, Hou Houhou..."

"Master Hou." Wang Qian'er said for him.

"Master Hou!" Master Bao knelt down, "Crap, hasty, hasty..."

"Caomin Bao Hexin, 41 years old, native of Jiading." Wang Qian'er continued.

"Bao Hexin, get up." Marquis Changping took out the agarwood fan that he seized yesterday from his pocket, "I heard that this fan once fell into your hands, can you tell me the ins and outs? If you tell me well, I will let you go." son."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Master Bao nodded like a pounding garlic, and began to talk from memory, from Xia Xiaoqi losing his fan after being chased and beaten by his Hanlin father, to the time when the fan was picked up by widow Cao's natal cousin who came to visit relatives When Wang Po falsely accused Widow Cao and her cousin of colluding with each other to murder her husband in court, when she went to Laozhi County to ask herself to return the fan to Wang Qian'er, when she drank too much yellow soup with others and said she slipped her mouth...

Chang Pinghou smiled and said: "So, I really want to thank you."

"No, no, no, the grassroots dare not!" Master Bao said with trepidation.

"Who was the one who killed Cao Dalang?" Chang Pinghou asked again.

"This has not yet been ascertained, but according to the humble opinion of Caomin, the water thief on the river is the most likely."

"I see." Chang Pinghou said, "Okay, take your son back."

As if being pardoned, Master Bao hastily kowtowed a few times, and ran to untie the rope on Bao Da's body.The father and son escaped from the small courtyard as if their buttocks were on fire, Xia Xiaoqi also knew that the opportunity must be missed, and ran after clutching his aching stomach.

"Hey, Xiao Qi!" Wang Qian'er shouted from behind.

Xia Xiaoqi turned around.

Wang Qian'er snatched the agarwood fan from Marquis Changping's hand and threw it over, "Wait for me for a few months, and I'll come to play in the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Xia Xiaoqi received the fan, stared at him blankly for a while, and said wistfully, "You agreed, you can't lie to me."

"I lied to you." Chang Pinghou put his arms around Wang Qian'er's shoulders, almost holding him to his chest, "He won't come again, and you won't see him again either."

Xia Xiaoqi grabbed his fan and stood still in the morning wind, obviously wanting to cry, Master Bao and Bao Da hurriedly held him from left to right, and ran for their lives in a hurry.

The spring was getting deeper and the garden was full of flowers. Xia Xiaoqi sat in the shade of the flowers with her knees hugged and sighed all day, and shed a lot of tears: his good friend is gone, and maybe he will never see him again in this life.He thought: How difficult it is to find a congenial person in this life, and how easy it is to lose them!

He never asked where Wang Qian'er came from, whether he had family members, or who they were, because they were best friends.Good friends only look at the present, don't ask about the past, and can't care about the future.

He remembered that one day he and Wang Qian'er drank and watched the moon in the middle of the night. Both of them were half drunk. ?”

He said, "What's so strange about the capital?"

Wang Qian'er said: "That's right, the capital is not unusual, there is no good friend like you in the capital!"

And now, he might lose this good friend forever...

Xia Xiaoqi's eyes turned red again, he spread out the agarwood fan in his hand, and thought again: I just lost a friend I met not long ago, so sad.Marquis Chang Ping liked Wang Qian'er so much, maybe he had liked Wang Qian'er for many years, and loved him so deeply, how painful it must be for him not to be able to find Wang Qian'er for several months!

Huangbo Xiang Chunsheng, painstakingly grows with each passing day, Marquis Changping should be living very unhappy these days.

"Hmph, but it's your turn to be happy now." Xia Xiaoqi put away her fan, inserted it into the collar of her back shirt, then stood up, patted the dust under her buttocks, and said without thinking: "Sajia is drunk, want to Sleep, and go."

Then he went home.

(END)