Detective in the Red Chamber

Now that Mr. Shaoqing has expressed that he will lead the big guys to get back his face and face - most importantly, without taking risks, how can everyone not agree?

So starting from the small officials below, the noise of echoing gradually expanded, and after a while, the courtyard was full of shouts and shouts of killing, as if it had been converted into a military camp.

Military heart is available!

Satisfied, Sun Shaozong suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at Yu Qian in embarrassment—what he said just now was suspected of scolding the monk in front of the bald man.

"Uncle doesn't have to be like that."

But Yu Qian laughed dumbly and said, "I'm really an official of science and Taoism, and I'm not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Household Affairs."

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Chapter 768

Although the snow had stopped, the night wind was a bit bit colder than yesterday.

Zhao Baogen was leaning on the slum, holding the stove in his hand, which looked like a cotton ball wrapped in a quilt, but he opened the door wide open, allowing the cold wind to pour in wantonly.

Naturally, he did this not to be full, but to ensure that when the master in the study opened the door to greet him, he could rush over there as soon as possible.

Hey~

It's not easy being a slave.

I don't know if it's self-deprecating, or just thinking about it complacently, when I heard a few gongs of 'bang bang bang', but it was already the third watch.

Zhao Baogen got up hesitantly, wrapped himself in a quilt and went to the door, looking at the candlelight in the study, he was in a dilemma.

According to Madam's instructions, it's time to go over and remind Master to rest earlier.

But recently, there has been a lot of discussion in the household department, and they all say that there has been a huge fraud, otherwise no one would have risked the life of Lu Mingsi in the case of Huke.

As the Minister of the Household Department, my master's mood these days can be imagined.

If it's just for a reminder, it's not very cost-effective to get a few boards.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly saw a stream of flames from the north coming straight to this side, the shadows seemed to be two lanterns.

At this point in time, the only one who has the guts to come to the study to disturb the master is probably the wife!

Zhao Baogen hurriedly threw the quilt on the bed, left the stove behind, and trotted all the way to meet him, ignoring the walk around the corridor.

Sure enough, when he got close, he saw two servant girls and a woman rushing over, surrounded by the white-haired mistress.

Before Zhao Baogen approached to pay respects, the old lady made a silent gesture, stepped forward to open the door alone, and walked in quietly.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw four tallow candles burning on the left and right sides of the desk, and the flames swayed up and down one by one.

The old lady sighed secretly, went to the table in silence, took the wick scissors that looked like tweezers with crooked mouths, and cut the wicks of the butter candles one by one.

"Come here and grind ink for me."

Seeing that the candle light had stabilized, the old man behind the desk suddenly gave a faint order, obviously aware of the old wife's arrival long ago.

The old lady was not surprised at all, and took advantage of the opportunity to go around to the side of the desk, picked up most of the Hui ink resting on the Duan inkstone, and grinded it unhurriedly.

The old man annotated official documents as usual.

In this way, another quarter of an hour passed before the old man at the desk raised his head, let out a long sigh, stretched out his hand to remove the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and tried to rub his eyes with his hands.

"Here."

The old woman seemed to have expected it, and immediately took a cup of half-warm tea and stuffed it into her husband's hand.

The old man put the teacup on the table, soaked his right thumb and index finger in it first, scrubbed it back and forth a few times, and then dipped in the tea to wipe his eyes.

"Tea can improve eyesight..."

Muttering like singing or raving, the old man closed his eyes and stretched to the side.

The old lady with a tacit understanding immediately put her handkerchief on, but she couldn't help but scolded: "If you spit in the future, please ask someone to replace it with a new one-you don't mind it, the children and I will return it." I'm afraid of getting sick."

"Save it, save it."

The old man was perfunctory, and suddenly remembered something, looked back and smiled: "I remember the first time you accompanied me to read and write at night, it seems to be the first sunshine after the snow, right?"

"Who can remember clearly what happened 40 years ago." The old lady said hypocritically, but her eyes were full of unresolved passion.

The two [-]-year-olds looked at each other and smiled. Although they never spoke again, it was worth a thousand words.

It's a pity that this peaceful scene was quickly broken by shouts from outside.

"Master, master!"

Before the old man frowned and responded, someone outside the room reported loudly: "The people in Dali Temple don't know why they are crazy. In the middle of the night, they suddenly sent someone to question the officials of the household department. The son caught more than a dozen!"

The old man was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his face darkened.

It must be a certain degree of certainty to send someone directly to ask questions this late at night-could there be a crime in the household department under his control? !

Thinking of this, the old man—that is, Zhao Hong, the Minister of the Household Department, couldn't hold back any longer, walked around the desk and strode to the door.

Just as he was about to stretch out his hand to open the door, he stopped suddenly, frowned and pondered for a while, then sat down in front of the desk to himself, and replied casually: "Since it is the Dali Temple arrestee, there must be someone Evidence--if you find our house later, you just cooperate, if the old man is not involved, then we will talk about it tomorrow."

"Master, Zhou Shilang is currently in the front hall..."

"Confused!"

Zhao Hong's voice suddenly rose a lot, but he calmed down again immediately, and said lightly: "Go and tell Zhou Chang, if this matter is related to him, you can go directly to Dali Temple to surrender - the old man is only concerned with financial planning here, not to worry about it." The punishment name!"

There was a moment of silence outside before the sound of hurried footsteps was heard.

When the footsteps gradually faded away, Mrs. Zhao at the side said: "Then Sun Shaoqing is suspended from duty, waiting for impeachment, why did you make such a fuss all of a sudden?"

The old man wondered, "How do you know it's him?"

"If it wasn't him, could it be Wei Yi?"

The old lady rolled her husband's eyes angrily, as if she was not resentful that he insulted her IQ.

Zhao Hong laughed, raised his head and lay on the back of the chair, stared at the beams and didn't know what he was looking at. After a long while, he murmured to himself again: "It's nice to be young. If it was 30 years ago, I would have Talk to him face to face."

"At this age, they are blowing their socks off."

The old lady said, "Thirty years ago, you were still a county magistrate in other places. When you met a fourth-rank senior official, you didn't even dare to breathe a sigh of relief!"

The old man smiled, but then he said seriously: "But this young man has achieved his ambition, and it is a good thing that he has never seen. If this matter is safe and sound today, it is fine. , I’m afraid it’s enough for Erlang of the Sun family to drink a pot.”

Speaking of this, he suddenly regained his energy, picked up the pen and swiped, and wrote an impeachment memorial in a short time.

Zhao Hong dried up the pleading paper, looked at it carefully, turned his head and said: "If I hand over this impeachment tomorrow, you should hurry up and go to Sun's family to propose marriage."

"Propose marriage?"

Mrs. Zhao was really confused by her husband this time, and she asked in surprise, "Who are you proposing marriage to?"

"Who else, of course, is your precious granddaughter!"

"Aren't you insane?"

The old lady said angrily: "You play the table to impeach him, and at the same time send someone to propose a marriage. Aren't you afraid that Ying'er will be rejected by her husband's family after she really gets married?"

"Hey, you don't understand now."

Zhao Hong chuckled: "There is a way that Muxiu will be destroyed by the wind in the forest. It is better to learn a lesson at this time than to fall to pieces from a high place-according to Sun Jiaerlang's ability, it is only a matter of time before he recovers." .”

"At that time, our Ying'er will be a 'wife in trouble'!"

After Zhao's wife heard this, she finally realized it. She couldn't help but shoved her husband, and said with a smile, "You're the only one with a lot of tricks."

But after thinking about it, she hesitated again: "But if that little Sun Shaoqing successfully found out the real culprit this time?"

"Is this..."

Zhao Hong hesitated to write, and then picked up his pen again, but this time it was a voluntary apology.

The old lady said dissatisfied: "I'm not asking you this, I mean if he makes another contribution, Ying'er's marriage..."

"That's all."

Zhao Hong spread his hands together, and said helplessly, "Our Ying'er family is really dull, in terms of appearance and talent, it is not satisfactory..."

"That's not all following your appearance!"

"My son will follow me, but he is not a good-looking talent?"

"Bah~ Obviously follow me..."

The two parents-in-law were choking, when they heard another report from outside: "Master, Zhou Shilang really went to Dali Temple, but he said that he did not surrender himself, but refused to sit back and watch his colleagues and subordinates, and was wantonly made things difficult by Dali Temple." .”

Zhou Chang went to Dali Temple?

Zhao Hong frowned when he heard this. Zhou Chang has always adhered to the doctrine of the mean. Although it can't be said that he is completely irresponsible, he seldom takes responsibility on himself.

Now that he is suddenly acting so positively, could it be that...

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Chapter 769 Ambition

"It's unreasonable, it's really unreasonable!"

The noisy noise broke the tranquility of the east corner gate of Dali Temple again.

The guards at the gate were already used to it, and they didn't even bother to come forward to watch. They just watched a middle-aged official from a distance, and walked across the threshold of Dali Temple surrounded by several yamen servants.

That expression seems to be saying: Yes, let your mother's salary be deducted from my salary!

On the contrary, someone in the doorway clasped his hands and squatted around his waist, carefully examined the official robe of the visitor, sighed and said: "No wonder the voice is much louder than the one just now, it turns out that he is from the fifth rank."

That tone of voice is emotion, it is better to say that it is gloating and honoring.

"Yellow head!"

"Brother Bin!"

At this time, there was some commotion in front of the gate again, but it was much noisier than before.

It turned out that it was Huang Bin who escorted the suspect back, and the alienated one hurried forward to say "Huangtou"; those who were close to each other on weekdays also came together and enthusiastically called "Brother Bin".

Huang Bin is also used to this kind of warm and cold feelings recently.

However, there was always some hypocrisy in the past, but after summoning the officials of the household department today, they are a little more sincere - after all, since the incident of "payment arrears", Dali Temple has not been worthy of the household department for a long time.

Huang Bin responded one by one with a smile, raised his hand on the steps in front of the door and said "please", and several stern-faced "gentlemen" filed in surrounded by other yamen servants.

When the last person in the line disappeared into the night, the smile on Huang Bin's face gradually subsided, and he turned his head and spat on the ground, his face full of disgust.

When I went to invite these 'gentlemen' just now, all the words that were insulting to the gentleness came out of the other party's mouth.

"Captain Huang."

At this time, the cat came out from the door opening to meet the man, handed over a hand stove with a smile, and said in a low voice: "The list, can you let me take another look?"

When Huang Bin heard this, he suddenly felt vigilant.

But after thinking about it, the person in front of him really didn't have any reason to tip off the thief.

Besides, even if we got the news right now, so what?

Could it be that he abandoned his official position and fled in the middle of the night?

Isn't that because there is no silver 300 taels here!

Thinking of this, Huang Bin's vigilance lessened a little, but he became more curious: "Brother Hong, you've been 'invited' all over the place, why do you still look at that list?"

But it turned out that the cat in the doorway was Hong Jiu who was ordered to assist in the case.

At this moment, when Huang Bin asked about her purpose, Hong Jiu felt a little ashamed, but said honestly: "It's nothing, I suddenly felt that the name Hong Jiu was not on the table, so I thought about changing it to an auspicious word."

"Brother, don't you just have a list in hand? I thought, I might as well take advantage of my official position and choose an auspicious word in it."

But when Huang Bin heard this, he couldn't help laughing, now there is one in the list, and they are all bad luck masters, but Hong Jiu wants to borrow luck from it, isn't this looking for bad luck?

"You can't say that."

Hong Jiu said sternly: "As long as the real culprit is ruled out, all of them are at least the eighth rank of real power. If you and I come from such a background, if you can have a future at the eighth rank in the future, it is enough to be called Guangzong Yaozu."

He has been greatly stimulated today, and his mentality has also changed accordingly.

When I was an ordinary beggar, let's not talk about it.

Later, after she had a family background, she was afraid that others would look down on her, so Hong Jiu always stood like a pine and sat like a bell wherever she went.