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Inspector?With a thought, Song Ling recalled the origin of this official position.To be precise, the inspector is a new official position in this dynasty, and the official rank is only seven ranks. There is no difference between the upper capital and the small ones in Shangjing, where a single brick can hit four or five senior officials.

Although the rank of inspectors is not high, their powers are not small.The inspection mechanism is divided into inspection and supervision. As the name suggests, the inspection envoy tours the country, and the supervisor envoy supervises Beijing.

The inspectors are only transferred by the central government, and their status is slightly higher than that of local officials.

The inspectors in all places are going to be grandpas, with one exception—Jiangdong.

It is well known that Jiangdong's surname is Wang, not Song. The former Jiangdong inspector came back with his tail between his legs.

This is not a good job, Song Ling lowered his eyelashes and thought, since Changtong Emperor Shangfang's sword has been lifted out, it is definitely not because he wants him to go to Jiangdong to see the scenery.Moreover, he is a white man, and the inspector is under the jurisdiction of the prime minister. Can prime minister Fu agree?

Thinking of this, Song Ling expected that Emperor Dingchang had other things to explain, and said: "Uncle Shi, my nephew is only white, and I am lucky to have a good look in the world thanks to the shadow of my ancestors and the protection of my father and brother. As an inspector, Being ignorant is one thing, being criticized is two. It doesn’t matter if others criticize my nephew, but my nephew is worried that my uncle will be implicated by my nephew, I hope your Majesty thinks twice.”

Emperor Changtong smiled when he heard the words, took out his sword and played it to his heart's content, and said with a smile: "You don't have to belittle yourself. In my opinion, you are the only one who is romantic in today's aristocratic family. I don't know that Jiangdong is a place of right and wrong, and it is an iron sword built by the Wang family. It’s like a barrel, not a good place to go, how can I let you be a living target.”

"This trip to Jiangdong, there is also an inspector, Zhang Yuan's direct descendant-Gongyangtu, he is cautious, has a very strict tone, and is a famous smiling Buddha. I order you to go to Jiangdong with him as a member of the family. , he is light, you are darkness."

"In name, he is the inspector, but you are the real inspector I sent secretly."

The family officer is responsible for recording the communication between the patrol envoy and the local officials.

Mingxiu plank road darkened Chen Cang, unexpectedly came up with this idea.

Song Ling's fingertips hidden in his sleeves curled up, and the officer needed to be by the inspector's side all the time, and then he thought of Gong Yangtu's origin—Xiangdang.Prime Minister Fu has always been at odds with the Xiangdang, and they are political enemies to each other. How could he appoint someone from the Xiangdang as an inspector?Could it be that Prime Minister Fu and Xiangdang have already reconciled?

Song Ling was taken aback. To make matters worse, Gongyang went to the sensitive Jiangdong. Could it be that Emperor Changtong suspected that the Xiangdang and the aristocratic family had connections with each other in the name of inspection?

If it is as he guessed, then the officer is the best candidate to monitor the inspector.

Song Ling stabilized his mind, pretending to be puzzled and asked: "What does Uncle Shi want me to do?"

Emperor Chang Tong's hand holding the sword paused, and the shiny sword body reflected his quiet eyebrows, "You are so talented, don't you know what I want you to do?"

"Look at Gongyangtu and the old man of the Wang family. If there is anything wrong, you will see it in your eyes and keep it in your heart. We will discuss everything after returning to Beijing," Emperor Chang Tong said in a cold voice, "This is a case, and I want you to investigate it secretly. Investigate the smuggling of salt mines."

Salt is a daily necessity for thousands of households, whether you are a high-ranking official or a commoner, you cannot live without salt.Therefore, the profit of salt trading is jaw-dropping, and all salt-related businesses are in the hands of the government.The imperial court expressly prohibits anyone from buying and selling salt in private. Smuggling salt can range from death to death, to the death of the whole family.

But under heavy profit, there must be desperadoes who are not afraid of death, and they can't be killed or driven out every year.There are five salt veins in Jiangdong, and Jiangdong is the Jiangdong of the Wang family. Without the acquiescence of the Wang family, who would dare to smuggle under their noses?

Emperor Changtong pointed his sword at the family.

After speaking, he threw the sword in front of Song Ling with a bang, and said in a solemn voice: "Hold this sword, you can cut demons and monsters."

If someone else was here, he would not have the guts to take on such a terrible job. Once the Wang family and Gong Yangtu found out, Nine Heavens would not be enough to kill him.But Song Ling wasn't afraid, Emperor Changtong valued his life more than himself, since Emperor Changtong dared to speak, there must be a perfect plan to protect him, the Great Return Pill, and come back.

Song Ling bowed and picked up the sword, "I obey."

Emperor Chang Tong patted him on the shoulder, rang the bell and ordered his servants to serve some delicate snacks and fruits, pulled Song Ling to sit down, and said with a smile: "Relax, after finishing the business, it's time for us, uncle and nephew, to gossip Yes. I heard that you had an enlightenment mentor when you were young, whose surname was Shi?"

Song Ling had already suspected that Mr. Shi had a secret connection with Emperor Changtong, or even that he was a member of Emperor Changtong. He didn't want to talk about Shi Xiuyuan with Emperor Changtong. Everyone has fate, by chance, Xiuyuan is now in the palace, you go and meet him."

Song Ling was stunned, who is in the palace?He thought over and over again what Emperor Chang Tong said, he knew every word and heard it clearly, but he couldn't understand it together, sir, in the palace.

Repressed emotions broke through the dam and swept him in a raging surge. His grief and forgotten fears surged up, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Fuguan, take my nephew to see Xiuyuan."

Song Ling followed behind Fuguan as if he had lost his soul. When he was going down the stairs, he stumbled and almost threw the sword he was holding out.

Fu Guan jumped, stretched out his hand to protect the sword, and said with concern: "Your Majesty is not feeling well?"

Song Ling couldn't see any sorrow or joy on his face, he smiled and cupped his hands: "I'm thinking about something, but it's the junior's discomfort that makes the chief supervisor worry about it."

"How can you be an elder gentleman! Don't beat your slaves," Fu Guan's face was pale, and he could hear clearly from the window that His Majesty is commensurate with the uncle and nephew of the gentleman in front of him. How dare he be an elder like Emperor Changtong!

After that, there was nothing to say, and the two walked silently.

After about two sticks of incense, Fu Guan led Song Ling to a secluded and lonely garden. Behind the garden was a patch of green cedar trees, and in front of the garden was a clump of streams, circling the small courtyard like amber.

Fu Guan stood still and confessed: "Your Majesty, please do your own thing, and this servant will leave now."

Song Ling cupped his hands and said, "The superintendent, go slowly."

When he was young, Fuguan had gone far away, and there was no other sound in front of the garden except the sound of the wind piercing through the cedar trees. Song Ling was silent for a moment, then knocked on the door and said, "Is the master here? The student Song Ling came to pay his respects."

After a while, a hoarse voice came from the courtyard, with an extremely long ending: "Ling'er?" followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps.

"Crack!" The wooden door was pulled open completely.

The master and apprentice who had been separated for ten years looked at each other from a distance, but they were speechless. Shi Xiuyuan looked at Song Ling, his lips moved: "I'm thinner, I'm taller."

Song Ling was also looking at him. Shi Xiuyuan's face was engraved with fine lines by wind and frost, but his demeanor was not reduced, and he was more calm and heavy. It was the same as he remembered when he was young, except that he was less frivolous and unrestrained.

My heart was full of thoughts, and I didn't know where to start.

Shi Xiu was far more relaxed than his twisted and awkward student, so he took a step forward and grabbed Song Ling's shoulders and pulled him into his arms: "Boy, are you shy when you see me?"

Song Ling remained silent but didn't struggle. Shi Xiuyuan laughed and let go of him: "My temperament hasn't changed at all. Let's go, go out of the palace. This is not a good place to talk. When I go out of the palace, I will find a building and ask for a few pots." Good wine, let's catch up on the old days."

"Can you leave the palace?" Song Ling finally spoke the first sentence.

Shi Xiuyuan slapped Song Ling on the back of the head fiercely with his big hand, and said with feigned anger, "Good boy, get up with me? Did etiquette go to the dog's stomach?"

Song Ling has a rare youthful heart, "I will be like you.

Shi Xiuyuan made a gesture to fight, he raised his hand high and put it down on Song Ling's shoulder, "It's not big or small, a teacher for a day, a father for life, you bully your master and destroy your ancestors, be careful to be struck by lightning."

There was no sense in the two people's words, but the sense of alienation that they hadn't seen for many years disappeared visible to the naked eye. Shi Xiuyuan went into the garden and brought out a package to answer Song Ling's previous doubts: "Your husband and I have nothing else to do, just one- - Well born. Who in this palace, Yingying and Yanyan, don’t take a few glances at me? They are destined to have nothing to do with all the beauties, and staying in the palace will only make them sad.”

Shi Xiuyuan made jokes all the way, and led Song Ling out of the palace. Fuguan, who went one step ahead, seemed to anticipate that they were going to leave the palace, and had already ordered the servants to carry the sedan chair out and wait on the palace road.

From a distance, I saw the two of them approaching with a smile, "You two great and young ministers, it's a long way to go out of the palace, let this slave give you a ride."

Shi Xiuyuan was not too polite, he clasped his hands slightly and got into the sedan chair, it was already daylight when the two left the palace, thinking that Shi Xiuyuan had no place to stay in Beijing, Song Ling led him into the General's Mansion.

When the servants heard that it was Mr. Second Young Master, they didn't dare to slack off. They hurriedly arranged a small courtyard for him to live in temporarily, and sent six servant girls and servants to serve him.

That Luo Jinnian also got a few new little maids, who were slumped on the grand teacher's chair to be served by the little maids, kicking their legs and pinching their shoulders, so happy.

The four maids all look like lotus flowers, with beautiful appearance and similar stature, but the most outstanding thing is their hands, their hands are soft like catkins, their skin is like creamy fat, and their fingertips are smooth and soft.

Good material for massage.

Luo Jinnian is not ordinary now, his net worth has increased by a hundred times, and everyone who sees him respectfully calls him General Jing, probably because he led the well-off people to beat Di Rong, and Tian Shuai praised him for what he did. Not only did he not blame him for raising troops in private, he even said that he wanted to see him On the one hand, when he returns to Beijing in the future, he will personally report the credit for him and ask His Majesty to reward him.

Wang Jutu pushed the door and entered, and when he saw the warm and soft jade in the room coughing, the little girls seemed disturbed by acupuncture points, and immediately let go.

Luo Jinnian's posture was crooked, and he said lazily: "Wang Ju, don't think that I don't know what your plan is, just give up, these girls won't serve me anymore, and I won't let them serve your half." The little old man buried in the ground."

"Back down first," Wang Ju walked a few steps forward, his eyes were pressed, the girls' hearts trembled, and they said weakly, "Yes." They retreated like a file of water.

"Tsk, Wang Ju, little old man, you can't see bright colors when you are old, and you shouldn't be jealous of us young people having fun, don't forget that I am General Jing now." Luo Jinnian drooped his eyelids and sat up impatiently from the grand master's chair.

Wang Ju said solemnly, "I'm afraid you won't be able to be a general anymore."

Hearing this, Luo Jinnian seemed to have thought of something, and it was rare that he didn't choke with Wang Ju, "What happened?"

Wang Ju sighed, "You really hit the spot, the court issued three orders in a row, ordering Tian Shuai to return to the capital. Just now, Tian Shuai had already left, and she sent someone to pass the message outside."

Wang Ju learned the words again, "It's a pity that I don't have the chance to see you. If the court is not benevolent, you don't need to raise your neck to kill."

"It's a desperate fight to see life."