Detective in the Red Chamber

As he said that, he turned around and took out this memorial from the coffee table, and sent it to Sun Shaozong.

Sun Shaozong was not in a hurry to see it, first asked Jia Yucun to sit down again, and then sat down behind Sun Chengye's usual koan, and spread out the memorial for a closer look.

But I saw that on the head, it was impressively written the words Li Ke gave Shizhong.

Sun Shaozong was taken aback when he didn't realize that this was an official in charge of supervising the six ministries and one hundred divisions, collectively referred to as the six divisions, and combined with the Metropolitan Procuratorate as a Taoist officer. The nobleness of the name is difficult to entangle.

However, how could the memorial submitted by the Ministry of Rites, which was specially supervised, fall into Jia Yucun's hands?

Full of suspicion, he continued to look down, but Sun Shaozong couldn't help crying and laughing. The emotional memorial was to impeach the Shuntian Mansion for its ineffective education, which led to the prosperity of the people's obscenity, and the endless rumors of obscenity...

The official said indignantly that women in the capital are dressing more and more unsightly - in summer, they dare to bare their breasts and arms in the street!

The bare chest and arms here are exaggerated, but the people of Dazhou have admired the Tang style in recent years, and their clothes have naturally become more and more open.

But this hasn't reached the point where we need to clean up the atmosphere, right?

Sun Shaozong turned it over, read the memorial three times, and finally said inexplicably, "What do you mean by the elders passing this memorial to us? It's almost September, so how can there be anything on the street?" A woman with bare breasts?"

Jia Yucun sighed, and answered the wrong question, "Did you read the mansion newspaper two days ago?"

The residence newspaper from the previous two days?

Sun Shaozong became more and more confused. The news in the mansion newspaper seemed to have nothing to do with the atmosphere in the capital, right?

Seeing that Sun Shaozong was puzzled, Jia Yucun sighed again and said, "I'm afraid the southwest is going to be chaotic."

What does the chaos in the southwest have to do with the atmosphere in the capital?

Could it be that the barbarians of Wuxi and the six kingdoms of southern Xinjiang have heard that women in the capital like to bare their breasts and arms, so they are enemies of the imperial court?

Just kidding, those savages seem to wear less clothes, okay?

"Brother, stop playing charades."

Sun Shaozong stood up and bowed to the end, "Tell me quickly, what's wrong with it."

"Ugh."

Jia Yucun was still sighing, shaking his head and saying, "My brother was born as a general, I still think you can see through it-this Southwest is really going to be chaotic, why don't you send a large army to put down the rebellion? And if you want to send troops to put down the rebellion, you have to raise military supplies, right? ?”

What about raising military supplies and the atmosphere of the capital...

and many more!

Is it...

Sun Shaozong said in astonishment, "The military supplies that my brother refers to, could it be the camp prostitutes?!"

Seeing Jia Yucun nodded silently, Sun Shaozong's face suddenly darkened.

This battalion of prostitutes refers to military official prostitutes. In peacetime, because there are brothel brothels in the local area, which can basically meet the physiological needs of soldiers, only a very small number of frontier fortress towns are equipped with them.

And when it comes to wartime, the imperial court will often temporarily 'deploy' a batch to serve in front of the army. The victory will be used as a reward, and the stalemate will be used to boost morale. ?

Because the number of prostitutes in Jiaofang is not very large, and it is impossible for the court to force good people into prostitution, so at this time, private prostitutes, half-closed doors, and even brothel brothels with insufficient procedures and insufficient background will appear. Ushered in a wave of anti-pornography and anti-illegal activities.

Obviously, this memorial is a call to action against pornography and illegal activities. First, it seems that the imperial court is well-known as a teacher;

However, even if the other party was a woman who had lost her footing, Sun Shaozong still found it hard to accept such a means of blatantly recruiting prostitutes.

"Brother."

I heard Jia Yucun say, "I'm afraid that this matter will require the efforts of the soldiers and horses of the five cities, so..."

Sun Shaozong interrupted him suddenly, and asked back, "Master Fucheng, have you ever heard that I had a quarrel with Prince Zhongshun recently?"

"Is there such a thing?!"

Jia Yucun's eyes widened, and he subconsciously twirled his beard and muttered, "The King of Zhongshun has always loved Chongxian, why did he suddenly have a suspicion?"

Although his words were questions, he obviously didn't want to know the answers and details.

Sun Shaozong didn't intend to tell him, he just spread his hands and said helplessly, "So I'm afraid I will have to take shelter of His Royal Highness for the time being, the errand in this government office is really..."

This is of course an excuse. The Crown Prince has so much trust in him now, even if he formally withdraws from the task force, he will still come forward to protect him.

Jia Yucun frowned even tighter, got up slowly, and solemnly cupped his hands and said, "Your brother is ten times smarter than me. I must have made up my mind, so I won't make too much noise. Anyway, I will take care of everything in the yamen. You don't need to worry about it too much."

These words sound bright, but they don't mean to lend a helping hand at all.

However, Sun Shaozong didn't expect him to share weal and woe with him at all, as long as he didn't force himself to collect 'military supplies', it was enough.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

But at the same time that Sun Shaozong shirked his errands, as soon as he was in the mansion in the west of the city, the host came to the backyard full of joy, and there was still some distance from the main room, so he couldn't help but shouted, "My lady, my lady, the matter has been settled! Don't worry about your husband. The day will be..."

With one foot in and one foot out of the door, the host's excited voice suddenly stopped abruptly, as if someone was holding his throat, and it took a long time before he uttered a few words dryly, " Mother, why are you here?"

But it turned out that in the small hall of the main room, besides the young and beautiful hostess, there was also a middle-aged woman with gray temples.

The woman put the tea bowl in her hand on the table, and asked sarcastically, "Why, you can't come here because of your mother?"

"How come, how come!"

The host hurriedly laughed and said, "My boy, what I mean is that it's time for me and Xiuyun to pay your respects, how dare I bother you..."

"Your Majesty!"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman suddenly scolded him harshly.

The male master trembled, and immediately knelt down without hesitation, and walked a few steps towards his mother.

The woman didn't even look at her son, she softened her voice slightly, and said, "Xiuyun, you go down first, mother has something to say to him."

The young woman named Xiuyun glanced at her husband in embarrassment, and cautiously persuaded, "It's okay for mother to punish him, just don't get angry."

"It's okay."

The woman waved her hand, "I just can't see him being so complacent, I just need to tell him some family rules."

Only then did the young woman say a thousand blessings, put her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed her body and backed away, and closed the door behind her backhand.

When she heard the footsteps outside fading away, the woman suddenly jumped up from the chair, leaning on the armrests with her thin arms, and the blue veins below her straight elbows were exposed.

Her facial features, which were considered kind at first, suddenly became distorted and ferocious, and the voice from her trembling lips was as cold as ice knives, "Do you still remember how your father died?!"

The male host seemed to be conditioned, and blurted out, "On the seventh day of December in the 31st year of Jianping, Wang Ziteng was killed by the puppet thief, and his body was hung at the south gate of Pingliang. It lasted seventeen days without corruption! Burn it with fire, and there will be no bones left!"

"You still remember, you still remember?!"

The woman slapped her son fiercely on the face, but the man didn't do anything, but she swayed and nearly fell to the ground——but it turned out that the woman was lame in one leg.

The man hurriedly helped her back to the chair, but the woman pushed her away desperately, shouting, "You unfilial son, don't touch me!"

"Mom! I..."

"Don't call me mother, I can't bear it!"

The middle-aged woman yelled loudly, and the man hurriedly knelt down on the ground again, grabbed the ground with his head, and said repeatedly, "My son is not filial, please calm down my mother."

"Quiet your anger?"

The middle-aged woman sneered and said, "Since you still remember how your father died, why are you so overjoyed that you are almost obsessed with the mere benefits given by this puppet dynasty?!"

"Baby didn't..."

"If you still remember that the hatred of killing your father is not shared, why are you pushing back and forth and refusing to join forces with the people sent by King Ming to find the reincarnated saint?!"

"mother!"

"If you..."

"mother!"

The man finally couldn't bear it any longer, raised his head angrily, and said, "No matter what that Mrs. Li tells about right and wrong, my son has a clear conscience! I have already helped whatever they asked for, but I have to follow suit." They are so reckless and reckless, sooner or later they will be discovered by the court...by the puppet court, and they will bring about the disaster of destroying their family!"

"Are you afraid? Are you saving your life?!"

The old woman widened her eyes and said angrily, "When your father died for King Ming, why did he care about life and death? You...you are really a man of my Su family, a disciple of Maitreya!"

"I am a disciple of Maitreya!"

The man also went all out, and raised his head to distinguish, "But Xiuyun is not, and the child in her womb is not! Even if I want to sacrifice my life for Maitreya, I have to wait until she is sent away safely!"

Hearing the 'child in the womb', the middle-aged woman couldn't help showing some struggles, and hesitated for a while and said, "But Li Duozhu said that now the puppet government is facing internal and external troubles, which is a golden opportunity. Find the saint, and think about it later..."

"mother!"

This time I changed men and planned to be a mother, so I heard him say dissatisfiedly, "If the saint can be found, how can the child not help? But they...but they are clearly messing around, knowing that they died in the government house house arrest. It's a baby boy, but he still wants to provoke the Rongguo Mansion!"

"Li Duozhu said that the nun also took away a baby girl..."

"But that was born a few months ago!"

The man became more and more annoyed, he gritted his teeth and said, "In my opinion, they don't even know whether the reincarnated saint was born or not, or how old she is right now!"

"Two days ago, I was still thinking about going to the Prince's Mansion, saying that since the Li family has cut off the 'dragon vein' of the puppet dynasty, maybe she is pregnant with the reincarnated saint!"

The middle-aged woman finally hesitated, and said falteringly, "Then you..."

"Mother, don't worry about it. I'll find time to discuss it with Mrs. Li. It's hard for us to gain a foothold in the capital. We must not let those stupid young people from the northwest continue to mess around!"

Chapter 521 The Daily Life of the Sun Mansion【Continued】

On the first day of September, it was cloudy.

Just after seven o'clock in the morning at Chenshi, Qingwen took a copper pot to the small kitchen in the southeast corner, and saw several little maids crowded in to fetch water.

Seeing that it was Qingwen coming in from the outside, the little maids quickly retreated to the side.

Qingwen was not polite to them either, she walked to the stove, and subconsciously stopped when she saw Furong in the innermost circle.

"Humph."

Fu Rong raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly, but then she also took half a step back from the stove.

Qingwen still did her part to fill in her vacancy, and gently put the copper pot on the stove——as Xiangling's big maid, she should have been ranked behind Furong, but yesterday's son Sun Shaozong was Sleeping in the Xiangling House, the hot water for washing must be reserved for him first.

However, in the past, this hot water was boiled in advance in the small kitchen, and whoever came used it, so it didn't matter what order it was.

How could there be a delay today?

Look at the maid who boiled the water, who was busy working with her head bowed in front of the stove, Qingwen wanted to ask a few questions, but when the words came to her lips, she remembered her current identity, so she swallowed the question again.

But she didn't ask, but Fu Rong became impatient behind her, and scolded, "Our aunt is fine, why didn't I even prepare the hot water for the second master? If I delay the business of the master, who will take the blame!"

The maid who boiled the water lowered her head even more when she heard this, but she didn't say a word.

Fu Rong became more and more annoyed, and cursed again, "Aren't you deaf, you little hoof? Or do you want me to tell my aunt, so that I can reward you?!"

The shoulders of the maid who boiled water trembled slightly, and she finally muttered, "Sister, don't worry, it's my first time serving on the stove, and I owe a few words of explanation. There is a difference."

Fu Rong listened to her distinction and was about to say something more, but Qingwen couldn't help but exclaimed, "Caixia? Why is it you?!"

But it turned out that the fire-burning maid who buried her head in front of the stove was Caixia who had been relegated to the outside world to be a rough envoy.

Caixia was called out by her, finally raised her head, grinned at Qingwen embarrassingly and bitterly, and said in a low voice, "Yesterday, my aunt was kind enough to let me serve on the stove."

Seeing her smoky face, Qingwen couldn't help feeling mixed feelings.

Thinking back to when they were in Rongguo Mansion, the relationship between the two was actually not too close, especially after learning that she helped Aunt Zhao and Huan Laosan secretly pass the news, Qingwen hated Caixia even more.

However, things have changed, and now both of them have been dispatched to the Sun family by Mrs. Wang. Seeing her so carefree, Qingwen couldn't help but feel a little bit sad.

She opened her mouth to say something to Caixia, but at this moment, the stove started to boil, and Caixia hurriedly took a ladle to fill Qingwen's copper pot.

bang~

Almost at the same time, Fu Rong also put the copper pot in her hand on the stove.

Qingwen saw that it was not the place to talk, so she had to say in a hurry, "Since we are all in the same courtyard, you might as well come and sit with me when you finish your errands."

As he spoke, he quickly moved out of the front row with the copper pot in hand.

Bypassing the blooming flower garden, and arriving in the West Wing, she heard the annoying sound of the shaking bed not only did not stop, but also became louder and quicker. Dropped the lock.

Hearing this movement, the second master and Xiangling didn't need hot water for a while. After Xiangling finished grooming, he hesitated for a while, and went to the south room first, intending to ask the eldest lady's nanny if she wanted to wash.

In order to make it easier for people to go in and help take care of the children, the door of the south room has always been ajar.

Qingwen was also afraid that she would wake up the eldest lady and disturb the "elegant mood" of the master and aunt by crying, so she opened the door quietly and walked in.

When I got inside, I saw my sister sleeping soundly in the cradle, and the nurse on the bed even wrapped her whole body in the quilt.

It's not afraid to bore yourself.