Jinwuzang charming boy

Cao Xi felt very irritated today, unable to eat or sleep-in fact, since three days ago, an uncle was admitted to their county prison, and he had already started to fret and irritate.

But there are still people who don't have long eyes who are always dangling in front of him——

"Zhao Goudan, you still think you haven't given me enough trouble, don't you?! ——Go away, don't bother me!"

Seeing the armored guard standing with his shoulders hunched down below, Cao Xi felt an eyesore in his heart—if it wasn’t for this Goud Zhao who didn’t know how many things the Nie family had collected, he rushed to bring back the old man, Cao Xi As the magistrate of a county, with tens of thousands of good people under his command, how could he be troubled like this? !

Thinking of the son who marched into the iron prison in the county calmly and leisurely while holding the banner of "going to prison" and posing with the music of his ancestors three days ago, Cao Xi felt that the sore on his mouth began to hurt again.

——There are two families in his county that even he can’t afford to provoke——One of them is the Nie family, which is the only merchant among merchants on an acre of land in Yanmen County. , but there is still no problem with one town; the other is the Du family of the Qingyanghou's mansion. Qingyanghou has sealed three or four counties in his hands, and the counties under the jurisdiction of Caoxi are just in it, although the Qingyanghou also intervened I don't want to do this administrative matter, but Cao Xi's head is always complicated, and he doesn't dare to disobey that person.

——Because of this, he recruited an ancestor for himself, and put him in the county government prison every day as a confession.

The main reason is that he still doesn't know which god he is offering to - this matter is also the source of what has bothered him for many days.

He has investigated eight out of ten of what happened in Rugui Building that day, and the only thing he can see is that this person has a lot of background, and nothing else has been revealed.

Cao Xi originally wanted to attack the guards of Mr. Chen, but those guards were worse than their master. Every day, they were like the eight door gods. Before sending the meals ordered in the prison, they will check them thoroughly by hand. Every day, they stand outside the prison with a cold face like "You all owe me your life", making it impossible for Cao Xi to do anything.

Thinking of this, Cao Xi frowned and left the room, and sure enough, he saw Goudan Zhao standing by the door with a face of admitting his mistake.

"Okay, don't pretend to be here, you go to Nie's house and see how well they have found out about that person's identity."

The armored guard took the order and went out.

The Nie family, the main hall.

Nie Changkong's eyebrows were tangled together like a knot, and the seat next to him was still vacant. The rest of the Nie family didn't dare to show their anger, and stood silently by the side.

The room was oppressively quiet.

At this moment, a servant of the Nie family hurried in from outside the hall: "Old Master—the Marquis of Qingyang is here—"

Nie Changkong couldn't sit still any longer, he stood up abruptly, "Don't invite people in—no, no, I'll go and greet—"

"No need—"

A voice outside the hall came from far to near, "I've already come in."

All of the Nie family in the hall saluted one after another.

The Marquis of Qingyang waved his hand, walked straight to the main seat, and took his seat without refusing—

"I rushed back overnight when I heard about this matter. Before I could check it out, I would like to ask Mrs. Nie to explain the matter to me one by one."

Nie Changkong paused, and stretched out his hand to beckon a younger member of the Nie family who has a better memory, "——you will recount the events of that day with the Marquis of Qingyang."

The man trembled, "Grandpa,...all of them?"

Nie Changkong naturally knew what he was worried about, so his expression changed slightly, "...repeat everything."

The younger generation of the Nie family didn't dare to be negligent, so they recalled what Chen Xiaojiao said that day, and repeated it almost verbatim.Although the ups and downs were not as exciting as Chen Xiaojiao's tone that day, Nie Changkong's face changed several times after his words, and finally settled on a livid look.

On the other side, Qingyang Hou Ting noticed this, but his face was a bit serious. He turned his head to look at Nie Changkong, "Master Nie, did you notice that the young master said a word at the end?"

However, Nie Changkong was a little anxious: "Du Junhou should stop being a fool at this time. If you think of something, you can say it without hesitation."

A slight displeasure flashed in the eyes of the Marquis of Qingyang, but it did not show on his face, "After the young girl took out the certificate of the Marquis of Qingyang, the young master said something—"a little Yanmen County" ——Is there such a thing?”

Nie Changkong has been traveling all over the world to support the Nie family for so many years, so he is naturally thoughtful. As soon as Qingyanghou came out, he was slightly shocked: "—Chang'an City?!"

Qingyang Hou nodded.

Nie Changkong was short of breath for a moment, and he eagerly searched in his mind for the vague introduction of the identity of this young master Chen by Nie Lu before he came.

"Master Nie, do you know the name of this young master?"

Qingyanghou said again, "I still know a little about those big families in the capital."

Nie Changkong said anxiously: "I only know that this son is surnamed Chen, and he is about ten years old, so he should not be crowned yet."

"The surname is Chen... ten years old..." Qingyang Hou closed his eyes and searched quickly in his memory. After a long while he opened his eyes blankly and said, "As far as I know, there is no big family in Chang'an who is old. , surnames correspond to each other, could it be that I guessed wrong?"

Hearing the words, Nie Changkong finally heaved a sigh of relief, and brought up another long-buried luck: "Maybe this Zhuzi deliberately lied to avoid disaster..."

The Marquis of Qingyang also seemed to relax: "As long as you don't offend those big families in Chang'an City, even princes of the same level have room for maneuver. If there is any news, I will send someone to pass it on."

After talking, Qingyanghou got up and wanted to go out.

Nie Changkong also stood up: "I will send Du Junhou out of the mansion, Du Junhou, please—"

Just as Hou Qingyang nodded and was about to turn around, his body shook suddenly, as if he had thought of something, his face suddenly turned pale, he took a step forward suddenly, looked at Nie Changkong and said in surprise——

"Chen's surname—ten years old—comes from Chang'an City?!"

Nie Changkong had never seen the Marquis of Qingyang lose his composure like this before, and felt a shadow cast over his heart, but he could only nod his head: "...it should be so."

Marquis Qingyang's face turned paler, and his face twitched slightly: "...Eldest Princess...Eldest Princess, her youngest son——!"

After Nie Changkong reacted, his legs softened and he immediately sat on the chair behind him.

Although Nie Changkong is on the border of the Han Dynasty, he is familiar with the things that have been passed down to the world in Chang'an City-the youngest son of the eldest princess of the Han Dynasty-that is the emperor's nephew, the one who pleases the Empress Dowager the most, and his status Compared with the other princes, it is even worse; what's more, that person had the grace of rebirth with His Royal Highness the Son of God when he was young, and it is rumored that the two of them live inseparable, what kind of relationship is that!

When thinking of this, Nie Changkong felt that some preconceived thoughts flashed through his mind, but he didn't have time to think about it.

He breathed steadily and repeatedly, and after a long while, he turned to Qingyanghou who looked not much better than himself: "Du Junhou,...what do you think about this matter?"

After several changes in Qingyanghou's expression, he finally settled down. He sighed deeply, feeling a lot of grief, "Old Mrs. Nie... this matter will not come to a good end--if the Nie and Du families can escape this catastrophe... Let alone kneeling and begging him to come out of the county yamen prison, even if you and I kneel and lift him out in person—it’s better than the higher-ups angering the two families and throwing their lives away!"