Daqing Criminal Division

1722

April 12

Shuntianfu

"Boom—" "Boom—"

The [-] ringing of the bell above the Forbidden City lasted for four days and four nights.

Outside the Fucha mansion, a coachman in a felt hat ran past shaking the reins, rushing down the driveway. This year, Turke, who is still young and tall, and has not grown a gray beard, is driving at the gate of the courtyard. Come in with your legs open.

Zhong Yong and three or five guards were outside to help hold the hissing horse.

On the other hand, he was wearing a gray-blue mending suit with a horseshoe collar, and his little felt hat was stained with dust from the bridle path, and he only had time to brush the dust off his shoulders when he strode across the threshold.

He came back late because he had just gone to deliver gifts to his uncle Ma Qi, and there were things from the homes of several adults in the court.

Along the way, he walked along the sidewalk against the traffic flow from Chongwenmen in a hurry, but he also heard about the current events, so as soon as he walked in, Turke, who came back with his horse, ran into the backyard before he had time to greet others.

Today the capital is full of noise, and the area around Shenwumen, Dongsi and Tongfu is even more hurried.

The court and the people are all caught in a hustle and bustle.

After Emperor Daxing left, the funeral at the other end was also going on. For the past two days, the coffin was placed in the Qianqing Palace, watched by the eunuchs, maids and ministers, and the other end of the mausoleum was ready for the ceremony.

The loud voice overwhelmed the crying, and the pretender sitting firmly on the high platform wiped away his tears.

The fake sad ones and the real happy ones are all lifelike generals on the stage, and no one can see clearly what's going on inside.

Because on the eve of the fourth day before, Luan Yiwei had returned from the Old Summer Palace, and the imperial edict of succession had been issued. The dispute between the country and the mountains that had lasted for nearly decades ended, and the winner's name could be successfully written today.

The center of power in Beijing is about to usher in a new master.

Everyone is celebrating this ever-changing event, working hard, worrying, and working silently for everything in the future. When the auspicious snow is approaching, no one in Beijing is thinking about celebrating the Spring Festival.

But separated by an inner courtyard with red walls and black tiles that is not as noisy as the outside, the boy does not know that the outside world has undergone some changes.

There was a young man about eleven or twelve years old, standing under a tree with another little doll riding on his neck, playing with a pole.

The little doll, who looks like the younger brother of a teenager, looks only three or four years old, and is wearing a red gown and festive shoes, and is still babbling and pointing at the tree.

As for the boy holding a pole to stick cicadas to his younger brother, he was wearing a black winter uniform with a stand-up collar, but this good winter clothes was worn by him in a foolish way, and he didn't even button it properly.

His long braid, which was a little curly even though it was tied, dangled behind him, and his brother mischievously tied a little girl-like braid on the top of his head, and he held his hand to support him steadily. Looking at the little doll sitting on his shoulder.

"Hey, 'Little Pig', is that enough? Your brother and I have been standing here with you all afternoon, and I have told you that the cicadas are gone this winter. I have gone home for the winter. I am going to die of exhaustion." Yes, and, I’m about to tear off the little grip on my head.”

This complaint, the young man who spoke with a capital accent, did not care about it.

He felt that the little knob on his head was too silly.

It's even more stupid to catch cicadas here in winter.

But after complaining, seeing the little brat straddling his neck nodding and laughing happily holding up his empty pocket, he was also happy, and then the two brothers, who were still children, ran to the back of the corridor and squatted on the ground to play. The crispy cheese made by the mother and sister, the pony made by Turke for the two of them, there are wooden building blocks, and a story book on top.

It was a folk tale book that could be seen everywhere in the market, and it only cost two cents. It was called "The Great Detective Sima Congming".

The NPC detective Sima Congming, who was invented by the predecessors, is Sima Guang.

He is the smartest person in the world, but he is also a great detective who specializes in solving strange cases.

Everyone in the world knows that children all over the capital like to read this set of picture books, and they all regard Sima Congming as the most powerful hero in the world.

Young man: "'Little Pig', whether you eat or not, your saliva is drooling."

Little boy: "Hey, I'm not 'little pig, brother, you're the one...the one in the book..."

Young man: "Okay, you are not a 'little pig', but a 'little horse', your brother is not going to be a great detective, he is going to take the test of Costin, Costin, Bafang Erji, do you know?"

Little boy: "Brother... is not smart, loves to be lazy, and likes to be mischievous, was scolded by the master... failed the exam... to be a great detective... Erji..."

Young man: "..."

With such a suffocating conversation, it seems that there is no need to continue.

The young man who decided not to care about the stupid child casually took out the "Sixth Journal of Haidongqing School Inspection" and the "Great Detective Sima Congming" in his hand, but he didn't get angry or angry.

Instead, he stretched his arms and lay down in the big courtyard of Fucha's house, where he entered and exited all the time. He took a deep breath with a stern face and said emphatically again,

"It's Costin, all directions."

"Your brother will be like this from now on. Do you know that in the future, the most powerful person in the whole capital will be your brother and me, the most powerful person in the whole world, just like this."

The curly-haired young man who firmly believes that he will be Haidongqing once again emphasized solemnly and seriously, but in the next second, his little idiot brother with no hair on his face threw the storybook on his face, and said heartlessly. The children's laughter.

"Big idiot...Fucha...Erji, the most idiot is...brother!"

Young man: "..."

I was despised by my younger brother who was still babbling and crawling all over the ground.

The young boy with curly hair suddenly twitched at the corner of his mouth, and then turned his head and howled weakly while covering his face.

"Emiang, sister, Fu Heng is so annoying. He has been annoying me since just now, can you take him away quickly? If I don't study at home again, Master Nian will scold me tomorrow."

"Ayu, Erniang will help my sister try a new plain flag dress. There are still many things to do in the next month. Don't play around, have a family meal, and be careful. In addition, you will bring our younger brother with us, okay? Also, your Ama will soon be home in four days, and I want to cut a piece of clothes for him to make his regular clothes."

The voice of a middle-aged woman came from the back room, which was partitioned by a Yaohuang peony.

That voice was very calm and careful to the child even in the midst of being extremely busy, revealing a bit of seriousness but also kindness. He was not in a hurry when speaking, with excellent manners, but he was also gentle and pleasant to himself and his son.

As he spoke, the woman stretched out a hand with a jade bracelet in her hand. In her hand, the woman was combing her dark and elegant bun. Her temple hair was naturally curly just like her own child's, and her lips were lightly dyed with a touch of crimson makeup. On her earlobe is a pair of magnolia dock flower jade pendant earrings.

"Oh, okay, okay, I know, you have said it many times, you are busy, but it's not like you don't know how to be a female worker at all, and the ones you make are ugly and will be broken as soon as you wear them, my mother."

The young man who was playing and fooling around outside by himself, when he heard this, looked inward with puzzled expression.

"Huh? Ayu, what did you just say? Say it again."

Dressed plainly but unable to hide her beauty, the married woman asked again through the flower window.

"Ah, no, no! I mean, you are doing very well! Very good! You are doing better than the nuns in the palace. Hurry up and get busy with your sister!"

Seeing that his mother was getting upset, the young people outside rushed to make amends, but the next second, his mother was already angry, not only that, but he just closed the window and said, continue playing with your brother.

In this regard, the boy called Ayu has nothing to do with it.

However, he has nothing against cute things, kittens, puppies and ponies, he wants to rub them and feed them with something to eat.

Although his brother is annoying, he is still quite cute.

However, why does he always have a feeling of being in the dark.

Erniang, sister, Turke and everyone seemed to be in a state of fulfillment and busyness.

For the city of Beijing, which has passed through an era safely in the past few decades, after three days of grief, everyone began to regain their strength and continue to walk forward with a new look.

This fulfillment and busyness has nothing to do with him for the time being.

But it is vaguely related to this huge country, because although everyone is busy with it, there is no complaint, and it is full of a kind of stability, expectation and hope full of vitality.

Belonging to this country, a new era is about to open.

He heard people on the street say so.

country.

For some reason, this word has a strange appeal to the teenager who blinks his eyes at the sky.

It's the same as the ancient bells ringing in the imperial city.

So interesting.

Like the roar of a dragon hidden in the clouds in the ancient empire, the purple dragon aura hovering over the entire imperial city will not be dissipated.

I don't know why he has been listening carefully to the bell outside for the past two days.

There is a feeling that everything is not over, but has just begun.

Shengzu is a good emperor, everyone in the world knows that he has done what he can do better in his life, and now he is not depressed when he leaves this bell.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, the mountains and rivers are still far away from me. I might as well go to Dengshikou North Lane tomorrow to play, or go to the paddock to find someone to ride a horse. Hey, Beijing is so big that I can’t find one interesting. people play it.

interesting person.

It's a pity that the city of Beijing is so big, and there are not many interesting people.

When will I be free to go and see the wonderful things outside.

"Hey, when will I have a friend, at least the kind to compare with me—"

The proud and precocious young man who didn't know sorrow and the heights of the heavens and the earth was crying so much, but he put his arm on the pillow and stopped thinking about it.

Then, with a girl tied to his head, he only bit a piece of cheesecake next to him in his mouth, and lifted the chubby Fu Heng with his arms like a pony raised by Turk, and then There are many tricks to coax people,

"Okay, great detective Fucharzi, let's be great detective Fucharzi."

"Here, eat."

"Also, don't forget what your brother's name is, grow up quickly, let's go horseback riding together, and I'll teach you."

"My name is Fu Yu."

"Call brother to listen?"

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1722

April 12

Yanzhou Prefecture

Compared with Beijing, which has a dry climate and often only snows in mid-winter, Yanzhou, which is closer to the Central Plains, has experienced two light snowfalls half a month ago.

After the snow, the field enters the winter rest, and the tenants often rest at this time.

The weather is too cold, and the ground that is frozen on the surface cannot be planted, but fortunately, every household has a cellar. As long as it is not idle, there will always be some food to survive.

The news came from Beijing the day before yesterday that the city of Beijing announced to the world that the new emperor had ascended the throne.

During the mourning period for the Daxing Emperor, the people were not allowed to have fun for 49 days, slaughtered for [-] days, and married for one month, so even if it was the New Year, the streets were not particularly lively.

Once the patriarch Kangxi, who ruled the entire country for a lifetime and thus changed the fate of countless people, left, the common people in the four seas also had different experiences in their hearts.

Because when the ancestor was alive, he was a good emperor.

But his departure also brought many variables to the future of the dynasty.

In the coming year, taxation, farming, imperial examinations, animal husbandry, amendments and additions to the laws and regulations of various governments, and arrangements for amnesty for students, merchants, and criminals from all over the country are all secretly concerned by these Limin people.

Life has to live, and this winter, which is not much different from usual, has to live.

Although it is destined to be extremely lively, it is not as good as the emperor's daily affairs in the imperial city, but the ordinary people also have many worries and expectations for the turning point of another era in the coming year.

On the street where archway teahouses are built in this mansion, children playing and covering their red ears from the cold passed by, holding peanut candy and rice crackers in their hands, and the ground was splashed with black footprints that only came out of cloth shoes .

Outside the door of Duan's house, where several steps were covered with snowflakes, his hair was still black, and a little girl was following him not far away. Uncle Ming, who was wearing a padded jacket with a double-breasted cotton robe, was sweeping the snow with a big broom.

Ming Bo is waiting for dinner at the moment.

Because today counts as a special day, it is the birthday of the young master in their house. Because of the death of the ancestor emperor, the house said that it is not a big deal, but Mingbo still cooked good dishes and longevity noodles early , Waiting for my young master to come back.

As the birthday star this morning, according to the rules of Yanzhou, he was going to visit the relatives of the clan to give gifts, and he should be back after about half a minute.

In the past two years, the Duan family has been much poorer compared to other Yanzhou clans. The master has been away for two years, and the wife takes care of the family affairs alone.

After the servants were dismissed, apart from the precious ancient books left by the ancestors, the gold and silver things in the house were almost used to feed the whole family.

Madam is a stubborn person, she doesn't want outsiders to see jokes, but she is trying her best to support everything in the Duan family as before, but these can't stop the coldness of the world outside, it seems that this ancestral house after winter A little too bleak.

Fortunately, there is still a bloodline left in this family, Uncle Ming thought with emotion.

Because when he died, many people more or less knew about the madness that the master was carrying, many Yanzhou clans who came and went also cut off contact with the Duan family and avoided them everywhere.

The school does not accept children from Duan's family, so that his young master has no name and name from a famous teacher at such an age, and only has a real name, let alone enroll in school.

For this reason, the madam ran around, and in the first half of the year, she personally took the boy to Shuzhong to study. The half-grown boy has been traveling between Yanzhou and Shuzhong for two years.

But even so, the young master of his family has grown into a very outstanding young man.

People in Yanzhou said that with this son, the Duan family will be able to rise to the top in the future. This is true, but it is too early to say, after all, the young master of his family is only a teenager, and it is too early to say that the sky is still high.

Besides, in this world outside, what will happen in the coming year, who knows what will happen after the ancestor emperor is gone.

But the madam doesn't seem to be depressed, and even unlike most mothers in this world, she has been carrying out this kind of education for her only son.

"Owl."

"Did you see those flowers in the yard?"

"I don't plant plum blossoms in the yard, but only plant this magnificent peony national flower, because I want to make a grand oath that in the future, my son will go to the most prosperous Beijing city, which is just like this peony flower wall, to be the emperor. This is my life ambition in the city.”

"You should think in your heart that your mother is more ruthless to you than many people in this world, but everyone in this world is ruthless in order to survive, and who doesn't run for ambition."

"If you want to do it, go to the most proud of this country."

"I, as a mother, also do my pride."

"We don't want anyone to get in the way."

"Wait for the day when you really have your own great achievements, you can tell the world uprightly who you are, not whose child you are. Even at this moment, no one in Yanzhou believes this, remember it ?"

Madam said this very calmly, but in the past two years, everyone in the Duan family has been implementing this point.

"La la la... la la..."

At this moment, on the snowy ground, there was a little girl who was only four or five years old at most.

She was squatting alone in the sunken snow, holding the cold snowflakes in her small hands, and she was stroking those snowflakes that were softer than cream with the palm of her hand.

"Ah Qiao, go home, it's cold outside, your fingers will freeze off from playing in the snow."

With a bamboo broom in his arm, seeing that the ground outside was almost cleared up, Uncle Ming waved to his little daughter standing at the gate.

"Okay, Daddy, Ah Qiao wants to wait here for my brother to come home, and then we can eat Longevity Noodles together!"

Hearing her father calling her, A Qiao who put aside the pats on her hands hurriedly turned her head and responded sweetly.

"How many times have I told you to call the young master, the young master is not an elder brother, we are servants, so we can't call you indiscriminately."

"But the young master is Aqiao's brother, and Aqiao is the young master's younger sister. Only the young master will take me to play. The young master is the best brother in the world. Dad—"

But the moment she turned her head, a pair of clean winter boots had already stopped in front of A Qiao, causing her to raise her head excitedly and blushed happily.

Standing in front of her, bending over and looking at was a young man.

A pair of dark eyes, with some light shining through the pupils, have not yet opened, and his face is whiter than this Yanzhou Snow. He is braided into a braid hanging on his head, and the dark fur collar around his neck has a sense of stability. .

This young man has the unique face of Zhang Duan's family, even if he doesn't speak, it makes people blush.

A Qiao is still young, so she can't tell what the young master looks like, but A Qiao, a little girl, knows that the young master is prettier than the snow in her palm, and many ladies in Yanzhou City like such a young man Lang.

"elder brother!"

The four or five-year-old girl with a milky voice jumped at the boy with a smile.

Seeing this, he let her hug him, but the young man didn't make a sound, he just knotted the cloak on his shoulders, squatted down and covered her head like he would treat his most beloved little sister.

Because Ah Qiao is still young and has a rotten tooth, she can't speak clearly, so she just babbles and repeats other people's words.

The precocious young man spoke very little, but listened patiently. It wasn't until Aqiao said that she was happy to clap her hands, and the two brothers and sisters, one tall and one short, walked home together through the snow, hand in hand.

"Where did you go today!"

A Qiao pulled the boy up and down.

"After coming out of Sangu's house, I went to see the city gate and rode a horse for a while. Remember not to tell my mother and Uncle Ming."

Eyeballs moved down, looking at this little winter melon, the young man lowered his head and softly coaxed her.

"Wow! It's you who has a big horse of Marquis Wu on the table all the time, but you can't ride a horse, right?"

A Qiao became even more excited after hearing this, but asked in a low voice.

"I will learn it soon. I have already learned horse skills from reading books. There is nothing in the world that I can't do."

A little indifferent to this question from the younger sister, the young man who didn't realize that he was talking like a bad fart thought about it but turned his head coldly and replied.

"But it's not very interesting. Even if I learn how to ride a horse in the future, there will be no interesting people to compare with me. I'll wait until I pass the exam in the capital and go to the real Southern Army Aircraft. Then there will be real opponents.

The young man said this, as if he was in a normal mood.

The capital is what his mother expected of him.

The South Army Aircraft is his own personal ambition.

Although a bit arrogant, he has always regarded this as his biggest goal at the moment.

"Hee hee, it's not that you want to compare yourself with others. Daddy said, in fact, you just want to have a friend to play with you, because you always don't want to make good friends with people."

"Let me tell you, when you have Malaysia and friends, you will be happier than you are now!"

"But you can wait. When you eat longevity noodles in the night, let Shou Xing Gong remember to give you a friend. But you must tell Shou Xing Gong your name seriously, and don't deliberately ignore people."

The little Aqiao emphasized firmly with an encouraging face.

Young man: "..."

These words were a bit heartbreaking, and the young man was choked up expressionlessly, but he didn't say anything.

That night, the Duan family had a meal of longevity noodles before winter.

This is the long-lost reunion of the family for several years. Even though it was freezing outside, A Qiao happily built a little snowman outside the door, and put a small sign on it with the words 'May the young master have a long life and a long life, Daddy lived a long life, and so did A Qiao. '

Because she can't write, she can only draw.

But live a long life and live a long life.

It is the best and best words for the little girl in this world.

And in the end, A Qiao, who lay on the snow for a long time until her father ran away at home, still sweetly joined hands and secretly made a wish.

"My father-in-law, if you can hear me in the sky, let the young master quickly have a friend."

"His name is Duan Xiao. In Yanzhou, he is the best brother in the world. He can also ride a horse, but he has never had a real friend."

"If he has it, he will definitely be much happier than now, and he will smile more."

"So, if you can hear, hurry up, hurry up and let that person appear."

The author has something to say: Juvenile articles√

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