Lintai Storm Record

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"Lintai Storm Record" Author: Wei Weizi

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During the Qide period of the Great Chu, frequent earthquakes occurred in the south, and snow disasters occurred in the north in winter.

The Lantern Festival is approaching, and the folk poet who was ordered to enter the palace to write a congratulatory message was killed in the inner palace, and the leading dancer was poisoned to death. .

This is a story about investigating a case and engaging in conspiracy. The background is purely fictitious.

Xiao Gong, who is tough in appearance and pure in heart, is getting further and further away from the road of "you opened it in the wrong way".

Xiao Shou, who was sure of winning in the era of fighting aunts, tossed Xiao Gong enough in the one-man show "You will never understand the flying vinegar I eat".And there is nothing that a night out with candles can't solve.

Content tags: powerful and wealthy family suspense reasoning

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Guan, Song Qianzhi┃Supporting roles: Baiyue, Zhanxing, Fu Mingshao, Li Yeyuan, Tangyuan (cat)┃Others: Lintai, Lumao

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☆, Lou Jiangyue ([-])

The heavy snow that lasted for several days finally stopped, and thousands of golden lights gradually spread on the snow-covered surface of the city. Such a good day only lasted for half an hour, and it was evening.

A black horse galloped towards the imperial street, barely reining in before the horses blocking the way.Da Ma breathed out like thunder, and immediately the man was also wearing a black robe, but he didn't dismount.He quietly watched the palace gate a hundred meters away. On the other side, the entire capital was shrouded in light smoke and dusk, and the magnificent sunset glow was spreading from the sky.

"Who?! Get off the horse! Check the token!" The guard of the palace gate ran over to ask questions.

The man raised his head slightly, his gaze as cold as a blade fell on the guard's face.

The guard swallowed his saliva, but his loud yelling suddenly became hoarse, and he could barely make out the word "token" he said, and at the same time he pressed his finger on the saber.

In the ambiguous twilight, the guard caught a glimpse of a blood-red scar on the side of the man's face. It was obviously just about to scab. It was close to the temple, a square the size of a thumb, which reminded him of the word "crime".

As soon as it got dark, the palace lit up the lamps. Song Qianzhi walked up and down in the yard, the soles of his boots were covered with unmelted snow, and the door was sealed. , he, the young prisoner, can only enter the house.

Song Qianzhi pursed his lips dryly, trying to find some water to drink, but when he mentioned it, he felt something was wrong, and his expression changed.

"Jiang Meng, Jiang Meng!"

With two shouts in a row, an eunuch came forward hunched over.

"No tea, no dinner, how long has it been?!"

The eunuch raised his head, with a smile on his face, he quickly called a young eunuch to exchange hot tea, and comforted him, "Why don't young masters go to the Empress Dowager's palace for dinner first?"

Song Qianzhi pursed his mouth and sat on the stone pier irritably. He opened his collar with one hand and fanned the wind inside. He was wrapped in fur and was still sweating profusely in the snow.

"What's the background of the newly appointed secretary?" After drinking tea, Song Qianzhi looked better, and motioned for Jiang Meng to sit opposite him.

"I heard that the emperor learned from me when he was honing in Quzhou." Jiang Meng lowered his voice very low, and leaned closer to Song Qianzhi's ear.

Song Qianzhi frowned slightly, and kept rubbing his thumb and index finger, which was a sign of his upset mood.

"President Li's transfer order?"

"Where will it be?" Jiang Meng dragged out his tone, just a look in his eyes, then turned around and asked, "Young Master, won't you go to the Queen Mother for dinner?"

"No, the queen mother is also nagging, trying to catch me to marry a wife all day long, so I won't throw myself into the trap."

Jiang Meng straightened up with a flattering smile, winking and stopped disturbing Song Qianzhi's thoughts.

Song Qianzhi turned his body sideways, fanning the wind in his collar, and staring at the seal on the door in a daze.This is the seal of the secretary's office. His subordinates led others to seal it. Today is the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the tenth day is the day for congratulatory speeches. Two people were recommended to enter the palace to write congratulations to the emperor.

The emperor's kindness is great, rewarding these two people to live in the Yingchun Garden in the inner palace, this is an honor that Da Chu has never had since the founding of the country.

Who would have thought that something unsettling would happen immediately.

The two people Li Xiang pushed up, one is the editor of the Hanlin Academy, Wang Zauguo, and the other is the famous poet Lou Jiangyue among the people.

Something happened to Lou Jiangyue.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year was about to come, Song Qianzhi's own family had a lot of bills collected from the underworld's Zhuangzi, and he was still in other provinces when the Criminal Ministry investigated the case. His father hurriedly called him back with a letter.

Da Chu's secretary, Sheng Ming, was in charge of the collection of ancient books, but in fact, he was the emperor's secret agent, holding the handle of the officials of the fourth rank and above in the Manchu Dynasty. There were records of who went in and out at what time of day and where.The secretary province has a post of secretary supervisor, and there are two secretary junior supervisors under it. Since Song Qianzhi became an official, he has been in charge of the secretary province alone.The Secretary Supervisor has been vacant for a long time, and there is only one young supervisor, and his subordinate is Secretary Cheng.

Two days ago, Song Qianzhi's cheap cousin ordered him to enter the palace, and immediately took over the case file of the Criminal Ministry to thoroughly investigate the case of Lou Jiangyue's murder in the inner palace. After the immediate boss took office, he obeyed orders.

So Song Qianzhi spent the past two days reading the case files at home, waiting for someone by the way, and hurried over today because he believed that his boss was going to Beijing.

Song Qianzhi looked up at the sky, it was getting late, the palace lanterns illuminated the snowy water on the ground, he called Jiang Meng.

The eunuch drove over.

"Forget it, I don't think this lord will be able to come tonight. I'm leaving the palace right now. Please reply to my aunt." Song Qianzhi stood up, fastened the collar button, and Jiang Meng stepped forward to tidy up for him. He squatted down and used his sleeves to wipe off the residual snow that did not exist on Song Qianzhi's boots.

"Master, please wait a moment." Jiang Meng quickly walked aside, took the food box from a maid who had been waiting for a long time, and handed it to Song Qianzhi.

The red lacquer food box could be seen to have come out of the Empress Dowager's Palace, Song Qianzhi raised his mouth slightly, raised his hand, and was ready to leave.

At this time, hurried footsteps came from outside the moon cave gate.

Song Qianzhi stepped back on the foot that was about to be raised, and glanced over with doubtful eyes.

The fine snow was falling one after another, and the snow that stopped not long ago in the afternoon started to fall again.

In the bright lights, Song Qianzhi raised his head to look at the snow, and the figure hidden in the moon cave also raised his head.

"Why is it snowing again, young master, wait a moment, the servant will find you an umbrella."

The eunuch's characteristic high-pitched voice brought Song Qianzhi back to his senses, the man at the door had already walked over, his face was illuminated from above by the wind lamp hanging on the branch.

Song Qianzhi shook his head slightly.

It was an unusually tall man with a slightly dark complexion, a straight nose, thin and sharp lips, like a cold knife.He was dressed in a black robe of ordinary fabric, and there was no hook on the waist. The four-finger-wide cloth belt cinched the waist, outlining a narrow and powerful waist.

The two met each other, and Song Qianzhi was about to ask questions, when the man strode past him with a gust of wind.

"Follow."

Song Qianzhi faintly heard these two words, with a dazed expression on his face, only then did he see clearly that the two subordinates that the man was leading were both members of the Secretary Department.In an instant, Song Qianzhi understood that the person who came was the Shangguan from the new sect of the secretary province. Although he felt uncomfortable, he still followed.

The young supervisor and secretary Cheng were there, the man signaled them to check the seal on the door, and his subordinate presented a small knife, the man quickly unsealed it, and with a silent sliding, the door opened.

A stale smell emanates from the house.

Secretary Cheng held a lamp in his hand, walked into the house, lowered his body to let the lamp illuminate the ground, the bloodstains were still there, and there was an outline drawn with white pink lines on the ground, only half the length of a normal person, enclosing a huanghuali chair.

"The deceased was tied to a chair, blood flowed under the chair, the back and abdomen were stabbed, the knife on the back pierced his lungs, and the most deadly was the stabbing in the chest, which killed him directly," Song Qianzhi recalled. The dossier of the Ministry of Criminal Justice came to the man's side.

But the man walked away and reached out his hand to Secretary Cheng. Secretary Cheng was stunned before he realized it and gave him the lamp.

The whole room is very large, magnificently furnished, full of treasures and antiques, and the deceased's bundles are scattered on the couch, apparently being turned over by someone and not taken away by the Ministry of Punishment.The man stood by the bed for a while, carefully illuminating the floor with the lamp, and walked up and down the room.

"My lord, what are you looking for?" Song Qian was at a loss, thinking that the immediate superior was transferred from the countryside and didn't understand the rules of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, so he kindly explained, "The important evidence is in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and the case file is in the Ministry of Criminal Justice. In my house, the body of the deceased is placed in the Ministry of Criminal Justice, there should be nothing missing here..." Before he finished speaking, Song Qianzhi's expression turned serious, and he saw the tall man squatting down.

In front of the large wooden cabinet three meters away from the chair, there was a dark mass the size of half a palm, which I couldn't see unless I looked carefully.

"Open this cabinet." A deep male voice sounded.

Seeing the lock on the cabinet, Song Qianzhi called Jiang Meng, but Jiang Meng found it difficult.

"I don't have this key slave here. I have to send a note to the Inner Mansion Supervisor to get it. I'm afraid it will be too late tonight."

The man knelt down on his knees and lay down on his stomach. He pointed the lamp under the cabinet, then straightened his legs and put his face on the ground. He suddenly realized something. He stood up, wiped off the dust on his body, and looked straight at Song for the first time. Pious.

He was not the first to look at Song Qianzhi, but he swept across the hands of the three subordinates who were hanging by his sides imperceptibly.

"You, like I did just now, put your hand in and feel for it. The key is under the cabinet."

Song Qianzhi frowned.

"Wait, take off your shirt."

Song Qianzhi's face flushed immediately, and he was about to explode, but the secretary Cheng rushed over and said, "Come here, little ones."

The man raised his eyebrows, stared at Song Qianzhi coldly, folded his arms and crossed his chest, and said expressionlessly: "Last year was a disaster year, and the people were starving everywhere, and there is still money in the palace to support the idlers?"

"My lord's lesson is, I'll do it." Song Qianzhi untied the cloak neatly, threw it into the arms of Jiang Meng, who was caught off guard, and unbuttoned the brocade robe as fast as he could, taking off one by one until only the man was left. A snow-white single gown, it was a fine silk gown, as thin as a cicada's wing, Song Qianzhi didn't take it off any more, and lay down on the ground, just like what he saw just now, with half of his face on the ground, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and his fingertips were on the ground. After carefully touching the cold ground, I finally touched the cold metal.

Lu Guan watched all the time, the waist of the person lying on the ground was extremely thin, he took off his shirt and tied it around his waist, lying on the ground with his buttocks very straight.

Lu Guan's throat moved, and his eyes fell on the man's face, fair complexion, smooth and clear skin, he looked like a pampered young master.

The pampered young master suddenly showed a trace of excitement on his side face, and quickly withdrew his hands and got up from the ground.

"I found it." Song Qianzhi had dust on half of his face and a key in his hand.

"Open it." The man ordered.

"My lord, let the young master get dressed first, and be careful not to catch the cold."

No one would have thought that a eunuch would intervene in the secretary handling the case. The new secretary glanced at him and looked at Song Qianzhi.

Song Qianzhi had squatted down, and with a soft sound, the lock was unlocked.

"Lamp." Song Qianzhi stretched out his hand, and a lamp was handed over, but he didn't even look at it. He didn't know it was the lamp handed over by the boss who just came.

With a glance, Song Qianzhi squatted sideways, motioning for everyone behind him to watch.

Inside the cabinet was a crumpled envelope, a knife, a piece of flint, and a paper bag the size of a fist. The most shocking thing was that the three-story wooden cabinet was covered with messy blood-red palm prints.

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It was already past the time when the palace gate was locked after leaving the palace, and Jiang Meng sent the secretary's staff to the gate of the palace.

Song Qianzhi wrapped his robe tightly and fastened his cloak again. Jiang Meng found an umbrella. Song Qianzhi smiled and saw what this slave was up to.He took one on purpose to impress Song Qianzhi, the new boss.

Song Qianzhi went out of the Yingchun Garden on the front foot, and gave the umbrella to the secretary supervisor on the back foot, signaling him to hold the umbrella.

The man bluntly refused, saying no.

Song Qianzhi sneezed loudly without saying a word.

The man's face was ugly, so he had to open his umbrella and beat Song Qianzhi all the way.But his horse is not easy to lead, Song Qianzhi stood under the lamp with a smile, took the umbrella from the man's hand and returned it to Jiang Meng.

"Take my carriage, my lord. Don't you want to read the file? It will save me another trip." Seeing the man's face stiffen, Song Qianzhi took a big breath, and sneezed firmly.

No one spoke in the car, Song Qianzhi leaned against the carriage with his eyes closed, not sure if he was asleep or awake.

Lu Guan looked at his subordinate presumptuously, the conversation he had with the emperor half an hour ago was still in his ears, he knew that this young prisoner was not yet nineteen, had been in charge of the secretary province for more than four years, and had brought down a lot for the emperor. people.

Now, it's his turn.

Lu Guan forced himself to move his eyes away, leaned against the car board, and closed his eyes.

The snow was falling heavily, rustling on the hood of the car, and the wheels were rolling, accompanied by the tinkling of copper bells.

The Hou Mansion was waiting for Song Qianzhi to come back for dinner, and the lights were brightly lit.

Song Qianzhi's heart warmed, and he stood by the door and took the fox fur copy hand from the maid, and gave way to his superior.

"My lord, please." Song Qianzhi was not in a hurry at all, and the unhappiness in the palace has completely disappeared now.After all, the emperor is the emperor, not born to his aunt, and the Song family has never been of the same heart.In the car, Song Qianzhi didn't fall asleep at all, he was thinking all the way, the secretary province, which he had been holding in his hand all the time, suddenly parachuted down an officer, what on earth was his cheap cousin trying to do.He didn't know if he caught the cold when he took off his clothes, or if his body had been hollowed out by sleeping flowers and willows in the past few days, he didn't think about it at all for a while.

Song Qianzhi glanced sideways at the "sir" who was a head taller than him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"In the Marquis' Mansion, we don't have to be commensurate with official positions. We haven't passed the first and last names yet. My name is Song Qianzhi, and I use my characters to match the stars. I don't know your surname or surname?"

The man's eyes moved slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Lu Guan."

Lu Guan followed Song Qianzhi to his courtyard, and every time he met a maid on the way, Song Qianzhi would always joke with them, Lu Guan's eyes were cold and fixed, if Song Qianzhi stopped, he would stop, and Song Qianzhi would leave he left.

The servants of the Hou Mansion also had strict rules, no one questioned Lu Guan, they just pretended they hadn't seen him.

Walking to the courtyard where Song Qianzhi lived, there was a scent of plum blossoms in the distance, and four beautiful maidservants greeted him. Song Qianzhi took off his cloak, took out a hairpin from his sleeve, and stuck it in it on one's head.

The maid thanked him with a smile, and several people surrounded Song Qianzhi to wipe his hands and face.

Song Qianzhi took a sip of the hot tea, and there seemed to be a fire in his throat. He knew that he was probably suffering from the wind and cold. Looking back, he saw Lu Guan standing coldly in the snow, looking at him with disgust.

"Brother Lu, please come with me, the file is in my room." Song Qian said with a smile.

Lu Guan: "I'll wait here, please take it out for me to read."

Song Qianzhi couldn't help laughing, with sly eyes: "According to my Great Chu's decree, this case file should be placed in the Secretary's Department, and I can't bring it back. But I have the emperor's special approval, so I brought it home for inspection. Brother Lu has this special approval?"

Lu Guan frowned.

Song Qianzhi kept his mouth shut, his tongue flicked between his teeth, and after a while he smiled lightly and said, "Brother Lu, please follow me." He stopped looking at Lu Guan and walked into the room.

☆, Lou Jiangyue ([-])

Two maidservants, one holding a copper basin and the other holding tea, came in. The maidservant who held the tea took out two cups of hot tea from the lacquer tray, put them on the table, and looked up at Lu Guan in a charming manner.

Lu Guan looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, his expression was serious, and he seemed to have something on his mind.

The maid smiled slightly, didn't mind much, got up and walked delicately to the inner room.

The maidservant holding the copper basin followed.

Only then did Lu Guan raise his eyes, following the figures of the two maidservants.The inner room and the outer room are separated by gauze curtains, and tens of thousands of butterflies are picked up along with the gauze curtains, fluttering and fluttering.

"Master Hou is so late today, I don't know if you have had dinner yet?"

From where Lu Guan was sitting, he could just see Song Qianzhi standing there with his shirt off, but he couldn't see his whole body. The maid walked over and put the copper basin on the wooden stand.

Lu Guan moved back half an inch invisibly, almost involuntarily.

Song Qianzhi was only wearing a pair of almost transparent underpants, standing there with a narrow waist and hips. Unlike Lu Guan, who practiced martial arts all the year round, his skin was white and smooth.The maidservant wiped his body with a snow-white cotton towel in her hand, and he stood there casually, with the cotton towel down his neck. He raised his head, and at this moment, turned his face sideways.

Lu Guan quickly looked away.

"Is the old lady feeling better today?" Song Qianzhi smiled. That Lu Guan, with a frightening indifference, came here, and looked around secretly.Song Qianzhi closed his eyes lightly, and heard the maidservant's reply.

"much better."

Another female voice snorted, twisted up another handkerchief to wipe Song Qianzhi's face, and said unhappily: "Because of the old lady's illness, that villain came to Hou's mansion every day, thinking that Lord Hou would kill them. Do you want to come in? Young master, if you don’t care about it, people will ride on your head.”

Song Qianzhi stretched out his hand to wash his hands in the copper basin disapprovingly, raised his hand, and the maidservant wiped it for him.

"What do I care, it's not my turn to care, Zhan Xing, you are so talkative, I will send you to serve your mother, okay?"

With a red face, Zhan Xing turned around, swung the veil back and forth in the water twice, wrung it dry and put it on the side of the basin.

"The young master is teasing me all the time, so let's just let him go. I'll see who will regret it then."

Song Qianzhi laughed, lowered his head and approached Zhan Xing, took a deep breath, and smiled when he raised his head: "Osmanthus fragrans? Why don't you use the incense powder I bought for you a few days ago?"

"How easy is she to use? The second girl begged the young master to buy it for her. She liked it like something. Everyone said that the young master bought her the most fashionable face powder in the capital at Tianxiangju. Let the young master buy it for her. She smelled that the maid beside the young master is also using it, is she trying to piss her off?"

"What young master!" Zhan Xing's expression changed, he glanced outside, and stopped talking.

Song Qianzhi smiled nonchalantly, hurriedly took his clothes and put them on, went out and took out two case files stacked one foot thick from a large locked wooden box, put them on the table, and ordered the maid to go to the kitchen to prepare dim sum soup soup.

Song Qianzhi lit a lamp and came over.

The only sound in the room was the sound of Lu Guan flipping through the file. Song Qianzhi had already read it carefully and was sitting next to him. At this time, he had time to look carefully at the secretary and supervisor appointed by the emperor.

Before Song Qianzhi had only one impression of Lu Guan, he was tall and handsome.Among the men in Dachu, Song Qianzhi was not short. Lu Guan was a head taller than him, with a dark complexion, and his whole body, hands and legs were full of a sense of strength like a strong man.What surprised Song Qianzhi the most was that there was a newly scabbed blood scar on Master Lu's face. On the side of his face, it was dark red in color, as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out.

He had been in charge of the Secretary Province for four years, and Song Qianzhi couldn't remember all the prisoners he had tortured.

This bloody scar fell into Song Qianzhi's eyes, and he was very familiar with it.There are two types of prisoners in Dachu, who will have their faces tattooed. One is to participate in party struggles and be sent out for crimes that do not warrant death; the other is to have adultery with women.The latter, regardless of gender, must have the word "rape" tattooed on the side of their faces.

If Song Qianzhi remembers correctly, the Criminal Ming Division of the Great Chu has not dealt with officials involved in party disputes for more than 30 years.The person in front of him is obviously not 30 years old, he looks about 25 or [-] years old.

In a short period of time, Lu Guan had finished flipping through a volume. He frowned and asked Song Qianzhi, "Is this another case?"

Song Qianzhi put his hands in his hands and raised his eyebrows.

"Just look."

The second volume is written by another name: Lin Shutong.She was a singing and dancing girl who was found poisoned in her room. After investigation by the Ministry of Criminal Justice, another dancing girl who lived in the same room as her was arrested.

"Lord Wang Kewang of the Ministry of Criminal Justice believes that this is because Lin Shutong was selected to enter the palace to perform dances for His Majesty during the Lantern Festival, and another dancer who shared the same room with her was also very beautiful, but she was reduced to a backup dancer. Because of jealousy, he poisoned Lin Shutong's daily health-preserving tea."

Lu Guan obviously disagreed: "They live in the same room and are traveling together. Once something happens to Lin Shutong, she will be the first to be suspected." Ye just stayed there for a moment, "Another person was arrested?"

"Yes, the Ministry of Criminal Justice found a man who often interacted with Lin Shutong and asked him. Among them, Li Tong was in a hurry to leave the city on the day Lin Shutong was killed. He also brought money and 500 taels of silver with him, as if he was going on a long trip. He was also detained. After investigation, when Lin Shutong was away, Li Tong also had contacts with this dancer. Therefore, the Ministry of Criminal Justice closed the case with a love affair, and determined that the dancer and Li Tong conspired to poison Lin Shutong." Song Qianzhi took the tea. Came for a sip.

"Since the Ministry of Criminal Justice has closed the case, what else do we need to investigate?" Lu Guan then looked at Song Qianzhi.

Song Qianzhi said with a smile: "These two cases have been closed. In Lou Jiangyue's case, Wang Zauguo, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, was arrested. In this case, a dancer girl and Li Tong were arrested. Have you ever seen the emperor before entering the palace?"

Lu Guan's eyes were fixed.

"I have seen."

"Presumably the emperor's holy will has been conveyed very clearly to your lord?"

Lu Guan seemed to be hesitating, so he said slowly: "The emperor didn't go into details, he just asked me to find out the truth about Lou Jiangyue's murder." Having said this, Lu Guan paused.

Song Qianzhi: "If your lord has concerns, don't tell me the details."

Lu Guan looked at Song Qianzhi carefully for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table, causing Song Qianzhi to also look at his hands.It was a hand used to holding swords, its fingers were slender and stronger than ordinary people, and the tiger's mouth looked rough.

"Lou Jiangyue is a folk poet with a reputation far and wide. He often haunts Huajie and Liuxiang. He has never married a wife and sleeps in brothels for more than half of the year. But he is very talented and highly respected by literati. This little habit has never been married. Don't be ashamed. Nowadays, many officials in the capital keep official prostitutes..." Lu Guan didn't mention what the emperor said.

"Lou Jiangyue is a commoner. She doesn't have the status and financial resources to support prostitutes." Song Qianzhi said.

"He has no official position, but the words he writes are hard to find."

Song Qianzhi waved his hand.

Lu Guan didn't say any more.

Both of them stared at the lamp in a daze for a while.

Lu Guan found that Song Qianzhi was looking at him meaningfully, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Excuse me, Brother Lu Guan, how old are you?"

Lu Guan was a little impatient, as if he didn't want to say anything.

"The imaginary age is 25."

Song Qianzhi thought to himself, the capital has never heard of such a person. Jiang Meng meant that this person had an old relationship with the emperor in Quzhou, and he was not transferred back by Li Yeyuan. Naturally, the emperor personally issued an edict to appoint him as secretary. Governor.

In Da Chu, the common people saw that the Secretary Department was an official organization in charge of ancient books, but the people in the palace knew that anyone could be messed with, but the Secretary Department was not to be messed with.Especially after the current emperor ascended the throne, the secretary has killed hundreds of officials.Who should be killed and who should not be killed, there is a set of opinions in the library managed by the secretary.

In the past, only the emperor and Song Qianzhi could enter this library, but later, there was one more Lu Guan.

"Are you coming from Quzhou?" Song Qianzhi asked again.

Lu Guan hummed and opened the file again.

"It will take two days and two nights to get to the capital from Quzhou. Since you are a few years older than me, I will call you Brother Lu. I don't know how Brother Lu knows what is going on in the capital." After a pause, Song Qianzhi said with a smile, "It was also the emperor who told you this evening?"

Lu Guan threw away the file, put one leg on the stool beside him, folded his arms around his chest, and stared coldly at Song Qianzhi's smiling face.

"I have my own way." Lu Guan said in a rough voice, "If the young master refuses to accept me as the officer, you can go to the emperor and say it, don't be weird."

Song Qianzhi was choked.

"How can this be called dissatisfaction..."

"I have my own considerations for my origins and actions. In the future, you and I will work together. Some things should be made clear now."

Song Qianzhi smiled apologetically: "Say, Brother Lu, please tell me."

"You can see the scar on my face. I am a guilty minister. I was originally scheduled to be executed in Quzhou after autumn. My schoolboy insisted on releasing me from the prison in Quzhou government office and appointed me as secretary supervisor. You don't have to guard against me, and you don't have to spy on me. You don't have to interfere in these two cases, I will investigate. The secretary and governor are appointed by the emperor himself, but I haven't got the official seal yet. Before the two cases are investigated , I can't get the official seal." Lu Guan's eyebrows showed a trace of hostility, and what enveloped him was the perennial depression that Song Qianzhi was not familiar with.

It is said that he is depressed and unsuccessful, but Lu Guan doesn't seem to care much about his official position.Even when he mentioned that he was about to be executed in the autumn, it was as insignificant as if he was telling someone else's story.

Song Qianzhi felt a little hot when he came out of the palace, and his brain was not working well.

At this moment, he suddenly thought, that is to say, these two cases were Lu Guan's life-saving talisman.If the result that the emperor wanted could not be found out, Lu Guan would have to die.

"As for the news in the capital, I have my channel, Young Master, knowing too much about things you shouldn't know is not good for you."

Said that Lu Guan stood up.

Before Song Qianzhi could react, he also stood up.

"Brother Lu, what are you doing? Tell me what you have to say."

Lu Guan glanced at the case file on the table, glanced at Song Qianzhi with a trace of boredom in his eyes, and said, "I am not a threat to your official position, and I am not interested in the position of Secretary Supervisor."

Song Qianzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly said: "Yes, I don't mean anything else, just ask casually, you can continue to read."

Lu Guan waved his hand, and found a servant on duty at the door to take him out.

"Brother Lu, Brother Lu." Song Qianzhi chased after two steps, and heard Lu Guan say: "I have finished watching, and at tomorrow's hour, we will meet at the Secretary's Department. I want to meet that Wang Zaoguo."

The snow wind quickly covered Lu Guan's figure, and the rolled up snow powder swirled and scattered in the air.

Song Qianzhi's head was covered by an umbrella held by his subordinates. He put away his smile and stared at Lu Guanli's back indifferently.

Turning back, the supper prepared by the servants came, and Lu Guan had already left, so Song Qianzhi asked the two maids who were close to him to sit down and eat something together. He only picked up two golden rolls and shredded chicken from the food box brought out of the palace. After eating porridge and drinking a large bowl of ginger soup, it was already past midnight.

Song Qianzhi slept very restlessly that night, and his dream was full of new scars on his new boss's face that were so red that they were about to bleed.

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"Master Wang, it's time for dinner." In the dark room, there was a wooden lattice under the door close to the ground. At this time, the wooden lattice was pulled open, and the food was handed in plate by plate.

There was a sound from the window, and the wooden boards that were originally closed were also opened, and a faint light came in.

Wang Zaoguo sat with his back straight, and in less than a moment, the wooden lattice opened again.

"My lord, your case is still being investigated. It's very difficult for the young ones to not eat a grain of rice every day." The guard did not hear the voice, sighed, and took out the untouched food from the wooden grid.

At this time, someone was talking outside.

"Open the door."

Wang Zaoguo's dead eyes lit up.

His eyes, which had not seen the light for a long time, closed in the sudden sunlight. Someone came to drag him up, and Wang Zaoguo put his arms and legs in shackles. He waited for the dizziness to pass before he opened his eyes. The light in his eyes suddenly went out. .

"Master Wang, have we met?" Song Qianzhi was surrounded by a circle of wolf fur today, his face was pale and slightly reddish.Song Qianzhi woke up early in the morning and felt that his throat was on fire and his nose was blocked, all thanks to the sinner.He kept this account well in his heart.

Wang Zauguo did not speak.

Song Qianzhi waited outside for the guards to put shackles on Wang Zauguo's hands and feet, and dropped an iron ball weighing ten catties between his feet. Two guards moved Wang Zauguo over the threshold, and one of them went to hug the iron ball. The threshold, the two stood apart, no longer helping Wang Zaoguo.

This is the private prison of the Secretary Province. Yesterday, Wang Zaoguo was escorted by the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and all thoughts were lost. Unexpectedly, there would be an interrogation, and a glimmer of hope was kindled in his heart. Now that he saw the Secretary Province Shaojian with a natural smile, that hope was instantly was doused.

"I heard that Mr. Wang has not eaten two meals, how can he have the strength to walk, you two, help me." Song Qianzhi copied his hand in the black and shiny fox fur, and accompanied Wang Zauguo to the east side, muttering in a low voice while walking Yu: "The plum blossoms in the secretary's province are blooming again. Mr. Wang, please smell it carefully. Is it fragrant?"

Wang Zaoguo closed his eyes in pain, opened them, and did not look at the plum blossoms on the right.

"Sir Song is above me in official position, why bother to ridicule me with a single sentence."

"Hey, the emperor ordered me to jury this case, which shows that the emperor trusts Mr. Wang."

Wang Zauguo turned his head slowly, his eyes were red.

"The emperor asked for a retrial?"

Song Qianzhi smiled and motioned Wang Zauguo to look at the wintersweet tree that was in full bloom, kicked off the snow on the soles of his shoes, avoided answering the "retrial", and said paradoxically: "The snow has been so heavy these days, it stopped yesterday. It's been an hour, and it's here again. I hope it won't fall until New Year's Eve, and the snow will pass without a trace, Mr. Wang said, right?"

Wang Zauguo's eyelids twitched, and he turned his head. The bluestone road less than a hundred meters from the prison cell to the main room seemed endless.

☆, Lou Jiangyue ([-])

The windows of the huge Chengyuan Hall were open, and the cold wind rolled into the hall with fine snow, passed through the hall, and raised the gauze curtains hanging in the hall.

Sun Xiu led the two eunuchs in, and the eunuchs behind each held their chin-level memorials and carefully followed Sun Xiu step by step.

"My emperor's master, why did you open the window again? It's snowing outside, so don't get sick from the cold." Sun Xiu hurriedly asked the maids serving in the inner hall to close the windows.

The Chengyuan Hall is covered with earth dragons, so it's not too cold.

The young man sitting behind the red sandalwood table is only 23 years old. He is Fu Mingshao, who became emperor at the age of 16. Flying curtains.

The two young eunuchs put the memorabilia in place, and all the maids and eunuchs on duty in the palace withdrew, leaving only Sun Xiu, who stood by the table to study ink for Fu Mingshao. Do not lean.

Fu Mingshao opened the first memorial.

"The Ministry of Secretary is trying that Wang Zaoguo?" Fu Mingshao's voice was a little hoarse.

"Earlier in the morning, the secretary led the young prisoner to pick him up. It should be an interrogation." Sun Xiu lowered her eyebrows, and her right hand sharpened even faster.

"I didn't see Song Qianzhi yesterday, what did he say?"

Sun Xiu smiled: "Young Master rushed back from other provinces and was in a hurry to ask the emperor about the case. He waited in the Yingchun Garden all afternoon, but said a few words about where the secretary supervisor went, and he didn't show his face for a long time."

Fu Mingshao pricked up his ears, squinted at the smiling Sun Xiu, bored in his heart, and had no special expression on his face.

"He didn't complain about me?"

Sun Xiu's eyeballs moved, showing a look of careful thinking.

"No, really not. Master, you don't know about the temperament of the young master?" Sun Xiu lowered her eyes, deliberately not looking at the emperor's expression, and studied the ink carefully, "But the eunuch Jiang who was in front of the queen mother asked the young master to go to the empress dowager. I had dinner in the harem, and the little duke didn't go either."

Fu Mingshao sneered.

"I think it's because I'm used to delicacies from mountains and seas in Andinghou Mansion, but I'm not used to the pig food in the palace."

With a "plop", Sun Xiu hurriedly knelt on the ground to plead guilty.

Fu Mingshao saw that he was tired of him like this, so he didn't wake him up like before, but stared at the flying gauze curtain again and became dazed. dance to tune.

Fu Mingshao stretched out his hand and flicked a half-hand-length wooden knife tied with a red string on the pen stand, tilted his head, and thought of Quzhou.Quzhou is a place that produces outstanding talents. The queen of Fu Mingshao is also from Quzhou. Her father is the prefect of Quzhou.

Last month, the imperial physician gave the empress a happy pulse. This was the child Fu Mingshao had been looking forward to for almost seven years, but he didn't feel very happy.Maybe what he was looking forward to was always disappointing, and suddenly one thing came true, but it didn't seem so real.When the palace servants came to report, Fu Mingshao suddenly thought of his senior brother, and remembered that summer day when the cicadas were making people disturbed. They were bathing by the river, and the senior brother splashed water all over him. hapiness.

Fu Mingshao frowned, and tapped his head lightly with one hand, letting those absurd thoughts sink down.

his sight renewed