Flower Fairy Reincarnation Assist Guide

Standing outside the warehouse of the Ministry of Industry, Qu Changlan frowned. He kept thinking about what went wrong, but the results of the investigation were indeed the same as the report of the doctor admonishing him. There was no problem here.

Is it really Yushitai's fault?

He knew Tao Youran's character, how could a strict and old-fashioned guy bother to frame a department that had no grievances or enmities with him.

It seems that everyone in the officialdom has always been more complicated than I imagined.

After returning, he decided to investigate that Inspector Sun carefully.

"My lord, what do you think of this matter?"

"...It is the same as the investigation conducted by Admonishing Doctor, but the possibility of other frauds cannot be ruled out."

"However, this is already the third investigation accepted by the Ministry of Industry. Except for the mistakes made by low-level officials at Yushitai the first time, the other two were direct investigations by directly subordinate officials sent by the capital. You have repeatedly checked three times. Days later, he also said that there was no problem, and we couldn't find any other evidence of fraud. If this matter goes on, it may be detrimental to either party. Fortunately, Dr. Tao is only suspended from work, and there is no possibility of being used again in the future. , it is better to go back to Beijing earlier to report the case to His Majesty."

Qu Changlan thought for a while, and although she was very unwilling, there was indeed no real harm to Tao Youran now. It would be better to say that if someone really wanted to frame him, he would be cut off from all political affairs now, and it would be difficult for him to continue. Go catch people.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Then let's go back to Beijing tomorrow."

He and the accompanying officials left the warehouse of the Ministry of Industry, but they were not in a hurry to return to the post house. Instead, they walked to the disaster area that was being repaired.

"My lord, where are you going?"

"I'm going to take a look at the people affected by the disaster, maybe I can get some other news there."

"Then I will go with you."

"No, I can do it by myself. The road over there is muddy and difficult to walk. You should go back to the post house first."

The censor inspector who was with him showed a look of embarrassment, and said: "Master Qu, I might say something to offend you. Although you were personally appointed by His Majesty to be the doctor of the censor, you are not from the censor. Maybe there is something wrong with you." The rules are not very clear yet. The censors usually go in groups of two, so that they can share the work and supervise each other. Although you may just visit the disaster area on a whim, it is best to go with others and be careful. .”

Hearing what he said, something suddenly flashed into Qu Changlan's mind, and she hurriedly asked him: "You said that the censors usually work in groups of two, so the two censor patrols who came to check the warehouse for the first time before where?"

The censor inspector sighed after hearing this, and said: "Before...the previous autumn inspection tour had a lot of tasks and was short of manpower, so the rule of two-person teams was temporarily removed, so the inspector inspector A person came to check the warehouse. The day after he issued the report, he was going to check the repair situation of the Ministry of Industry in the river, but he accidentally slipped and fell into the water. The body has not been found until now, so since then Yushitai It is extremely emphatic to the original rules, no matter what, people can no longer act alone.”

Hearing this, Qu Changlan became disappointed again, originally thought that he could go to the Yushi patrol to confront him, but in the end, he was no longer there.

"Okay then, you go with me, and the others go back to the post house first."

"Yes."

Although the roads in the disaster area are still muddy, they are slowly returning to their pre-disaster appearance.On both sides of the road are the temporary residences that the Ministry of Industry helped the victims repair. Now it is approaching noon, some victims are setting up pots and preparing to light a fire for cooking.

"Old man, how much food do you have? Is it enough?"

The old woman who was putting the rice in the pot raised her head when she heard the voice, and when she saw a handsome young scholar asking her, she smiled and said, "Of course it's enough, it's much better now than it was when I was hit by the disaster... that's right." , this little gentleman, just ask for food right away, seeing you are so thin, why don't you stay and have a bowl of rice together?"

Qu Changlan also smiled when she heard this: "No need, you have no food due to the disaster, and you will have a good harvest in the next spring. You should save some money this year."

I was about to bid farewell to the old woman, but suddenly there was a commotion not far away, and the mourning sounded. A young woman knelt at the door of her house and cried loudly, while the neighbors next to her were burning paper money, and someone was trying to persuade her to leave. Ladies, don't cry too sadly, otherwise the soul of the man in the family will linger and linger and cannot be reincarnated.

"Old man, what's the matter?"

"Oh... that family is also pitiful. Don't look at us now that we all have food to eat, but when the disaster happened, those officers and soldiers didn't give people food at all, but people always have to eat, so some people asked those What happened to the soldiers, but they beat them back without saying a word, and then caused a riot, and they forcibly suppressed us little people, saying that we were mobs, beating and killing us, no, that family This is how the man left, leaving only orphans and widows, and I don’t know what to do in the future..."

The crying over there was so loud that Qu Changlan was momentarily speechless in surprise.

The accompanying censor inspector whispered to him: "Sir, isn't this a violent suppression? I have a rule in my court, and the officers and soldiers who have always provided disaster relief are not allowed to take action against the victims, otherwise it will be a serious crime..."

"I know, but the disaster relief troops are not only from the capital, but also from other places. You have to ask clearly."

Qu Changlan asked the old woman: "Old man, there are so many officers and soldiers helping the disaster, do you know which one was ordered to be suppressed?"

"This...I don't recognize any big characters, how can I know what characters are written on the military flag."

"I know, I went to private schools for several years when I was a child," a man next to him who was burning firewood approached. "The big word 'white' on the red background military flag is still easy to recognize!"

"White characters...the only ones with the name and military flag with white characters..."

Qu Changlan stopped him from continuing, and said in a low voice: "This matter is of great importance. Apart from the testimonies of the victims, we have to go back to Beijing and investigate General You. In short, don't report to His Majesty until the matter is clear."

The two didn't stay any longer, and immediately went back to the post house.

***

Du Zhijuan came to Dali Temple with a case file, and it was noon with a cup of tea.

"This recorder, please let me enter the file room, I'm here to hand over the file."

The little secretary recognized the servant of the criminal department. Although he was going to get off work for lunch, he opened the door that had just been locked: "It's time for dinner, so you put the case file at the door first, and I will come back to help you in the afternoon." Just put it on the shelf of the Ministry of Punishment."

"Hey, okay, sorry to trouble you."

Du Zhijuan put down the file and retreated, watching the little secretary lock the door and leave the gate of Dali Temple.

He looked around, the courtyard of Dali Temple was quiet, it seemed that no one was there now.He walked into the place where low-level officials in the temple worked, and after confirming that there was no one there, he quietly took out a folder from his sleeve and stuffed it into the memorial of Dali Temple.

Then he tidied up his sleeves and went out.

"Hey, Du Shilang, why are you here?"

Tu Muxiang had just gone to the Ministry of Officials to hand over this month's certificate, and almost bumped into Du Zhijuan when entering the gate of Dali Temple.

"Oh, I... I came to see Lu Sicheng for something, but there was no one there."

"They all went to eat, so they weren't here."

"Well, then I'll come back when he comes back."

"Then go slowly."

In the afternoon, Dali Temple was a bit busy, and the memorials were not finished until the next day's work.

"Qili, these are the replies for the sect, you can take them now, or it will be too late."

"it is good."

Although those annoying colleagues are always bullying him to let him do this kind of errand work, he is very happy when he thinks that he can save himself from the door.

Tu Muxiang picked up the stack of newspapers, smiled and went out.

"Hey, this guy doesn't seem to be depressed at all now, is he rich?"

He ignored the discussions behind him, thinking of seeing Yu Lingbo, of course he was happier than getting rich.

"Qingtai, this is the report from Dali Temple."

Yu Lingbo turned his head and saw that Tu Muxiang was also sweating on his forehead in autumn, so he hurriedly took those notes.

"Did they ask you to run errands again? Look at you running so fast."

"It's okay, I can still come to see you anyway, it doesn't matter if I run errands, I'm used to it."

Yu Lingbo sighed, knowing that he was not good at getting along with others, so he said: "Anyway, I'm going to get off work, so don't go back, let's go directly to Tianpingfang later."

Tu Muxiang hadn't gone out with him for a while, and his ears turned red unconsciously when he remembered the experience of going to Tinghuaben together.

"it is good."

***

"Your Majesty, this is an excerpt from my subordinate."

Li Luosu sat in the imperial study, took a sip of tea, pinched the bridge of his nose, looking tired.

"You might as well rest first, even if you don't go back to the East Palace, don't just sleep on that narrow couch."

"I'm fine, you go down first."

He hasn't been back to the East Palace for many days, but he didn't sleep in Qianping Palace either. Instead, he rested directly on the narrow couch in the Imperial Study. Now there are always swords and swords between the two, if they always quarrel, then seeing each other is worse than seeing each other.

Li Luosu looked at the stack of newly brought memorials, and sighed, knowing that if he wanted to prove himself, he had to do the drudgery of being emperor without the help of Duanmuyao.

He picked up a memorial and unfolded it, but the more he looked at it, the angrier he became.

"What a right general, how dare you do such a thing! What a waste of my trust!"

Li Luosu stumbled, remembering that Qu Changlan, who was temporarily serving as the censor doctor, seemed to have returned to Beijing for three days, but he still hadn't come to report on his work, so he recruited people to pass the order.

"Give me the group of censors who are going to announce the second inspection of the disaster area in the south of the Yangtze River, and the right general Baizhu, let them roll to see me immediately!"

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