The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the scorching sun seemed to dry up the remaining moisture.Wan Zixiao turned the pages of the book irritably, and mocked: "'Good Jiangnan, good Jiangnan, the sky is cloudy and rainy, the bead curtain is blue, and the lotus is not willing to rest until the end of the sky' If the idlers who wrote these are still alive, I will definitely take them all to Ganzhou Come."

"What do you bring them for? It doesn't get hotter if there are more people."

Han Jing shook his fan, the corners of his mouth curved upwards.Ever since he left the metropolis, the cruel and cold man has been so gentle, with a bright smile that makes people almost forget how he cleanly eliminated dissidents and used him to play with his sincerity without mercy.

While talking, Xiao Yun walked into the study room, curtseying politely like the most sensible girl in the palace, but the humbleness of obedience could not be seen in her big agile eyes: "My lord, son, there is a son outside the door asking to see you."

"Fang?" Han Jing looked at Wan Zixiao suspiciously and said, "Zixiao, who do you know Mr. Fang?"

Wan Zixiao was taken aback for a moment, then frowned: "Mr. Fang? There should be quite a few people with the surname Fang, but why did they come? What token did he give you?"

Xiaoyun nodded and said, "I don't have any tokens, but Mr. Fang asked me to tell you something. He said that Mr. Wang still owes him a 'fairness and clarity'."

Wan Zixiao gnawed her jaw, her beautiful eyebrows stretched out, and there was still a somewhat unclear smile on the corner of her mouth: "What a stubborn person! I have already given him the 'fairness and clarity' he asked for back then, as for whether he looks good or not. It's his own business, why are you blaming me now?"

Han Jing was confused and stared at Wan Zixiao with a puzzled expression.

Wan Zixiao said slowly: "My lord, do you still remember those scholars who made trouble in the imperial examination last year? The leader is this Fang Xinyu."

I don't know how many things he kept from hiding, Han Jing was very upset, and said suspiciously: "Please come in! I'm curious what he is planning."

The scholar in front of me has not changed much from a year ago, five points of righteousness and three points of stubbornness, but two points of innocence, even if the weather is so hot, he does not seem to be in the slightest, and he is not too hot in white clothes. He is really a worthy minister The style of the phase.

"I gave you the 'fairness and clarity' you asked for," Wan Zixiao said with a smile, "Mr. Fang didn't see it himself, so I can't blame others."

Fang Xinyu said solemnly: "'Justice and Qingming' must be based on Dayan's laws and regulations. What Master Wan gave is definitely not the 'justice and Qingming' that students are looking for."

Wan Zixiao raised her lips and smiled: "What is the 'justice and clearness' that Young Master Fang is asking for?"

Fang Xinyu puffed up his chest, eloquently: "The so-called 'public' means the world is the most important thing, the law is the standard, and the right is exercised fairly to safeguard the interests of all people; shall prevail, treating all peoples equally, regardless of rich or poor, or high or low; the so-called 'clear'..."

High-sounding!When he was young, Han Jing felt bored, so he waved his hand in a comfortable position: "Mr. Fang came here in the scorching heat, not just for this reason! This study is surrounded by my king's people, so don't worry about it." Partition walls have ears, if you have something to say, you can say it directly, and you don’t feel tired of going around.”

Being directly exposed by others, Fang Xinyu remained stern, and asked in a deep voice: "My lord, what do you think is more important between this brother and uncle?"

Han Jing changed his face in an instant, and said with a sneer, "Fang Xinyu, you are so courageous! How dare you provoke the relationship between my royal clan."

Fang Xinyu saw no signs of timidity, and sternly said: "This world belongs to the Han family, and no one can change it! My lord, brothers are like humerus, and relatives are hair armor. They are born in the same body but have different degrees of severity!"

Han Jing calmed down and said, "The third brother asked you to come?"

Fang Xinyu shook his head and said, "No! The king of Jin is the humerus of the country, so if you have something to say, say it!"

Han Jing smiled at Wan Zixiao with a look of understanding: "Look, I will say that my third brother is not kind. It has been like this since I was a child, and I always like to find two or three stunned youths to die first when I do something. , wait for good things to come before rushing to the forefront."

Wan Zixiao said with a slight smile: "There is nothing wrong with Prince Zhao being cautious, besides, which of your brothers is kind?"

Regardless of Fang Xinyu's embarrassment standing in front of the two, Han Jing's smile deepened: "Go back and tell the third brother that even if the things of the Han family are broken, they belong to the Han family. No matter what, it's not up to others to pick them up."

The gold shop on the corner of the street only occupies a narrow shopfront, but when you open the old door, there is something strange inside.Hairpins inlaid with gold and jade, exquisitely shaped vases and cups, from a hundred birds facing a phoenix, double dragons playing with pearls, down to mandarin ducks playing in water, butterflies and white deer, everything is complete.The blue-patterned vase used for decoration in the goldware room, the sapphire Ruyi is also a rare top-grade one.

Han Jing saw the son Yuan behind the counter and said with a smile: "Although the sparrow is small and complete, Boss Yuan is a caring person."

Gongzi Yuan rushed out to greet him, opened a small door and said, "The hairpin that Mr. Han ordered is upstairs, please follow me."

Han Jing bowed his hands politely to thank him, and followed Mr. Yuan to the small attic.

The small attic is used for the processing of gold and silver utensils, and the molds and semi-finished products of different shapes are placed on rows of shelves.

Knowing that Mr. Yuan asked him to come here, there must be something to discuss, but the absence of a person in the empty attic made Han Jing suspicious; "Why is there no master craftsman? Could it be that Mr. Yuan must do all these things himself."

"Small business can't afford to hire good craftsmen." Gong Ziyuan answered vaguely: "My family is in the goldware business, and of course I can do some myself."

While talking, Gong Ziyuan moved away the shelves against the wall, bent down and entered the inner room, Han Jingli hesitated for a moment before following in.

There were no windows on all sides, and the whole room was pitch black. Out of instinct, Han Jing clenched the dagger hidden at his waist.

The candlelight was on, and Gong Ziyuan was standing beside the Eight Immortals Table in the center. There was nothing else in the small space of five steps square.

Han Jing took two steps forward, against the dim candlelight, the shadow of his side face made his handsome and handsome features look a bit hideous: "Gong Ziyuan, do you know that this king doesn't like to hide the most."

"This time I invite the prince to tell you something important." Gong Ziyuan held up the purple sand pot and filled a cup of clear tea: "It is really a good fortune for the prince to come."

Han Jing snorted coldly, did not pick up the teacup at all, and looked warily at the man he had only known for a few days.

"My lord, don't you think the timing of King Chen's death is too coincidental?" Gong Ziyuan was not embarrassed, he retracted his hand and took a sip, and said softly: "You are in Peiliang, but the army is restrained in Bei County. Most of the soldiers and horses in the army are dispatched by Cao Guogong. If there is a change, King Zhao will not be able to save him."

There was no malice in the words, and Han Jing let down his guard somewhat: "Second brother did leave suddenly, and the burial was even more hasty. It's hard to explain the whole story."

Gong Ziyuan leaned forward and lowered his voice intentionally: "One of He Yudiao's disciples is a pharmacist called old man Cai. Although he is called a pharmacist, he is good at all kinds of poisons instead of curing diseases and saving lives. One month ago, around the time of King Chen's death, He disappeared completely. Wang Chen was bedridden all year round, and coupled with the sweltering heat that never happened in a hundred years, I had no doubts at first. Until two days ago, I heard from Zhang Maotao that He Yudiao had sent someone to send a batch of early peaches to Chen Wang a month ago. Wangfu, that’s when Old Man Cai disappeared.”

Han Jing took a step back with a solemn expression: "If it's as you guessed, He Yudiao may have killed King Chen. But now Pharmacist Cai is nowhere to be found, and King Chen has been buried for investigation without any symptoms."

Gong Ziyuan said slowly: "Cai Yaoshi is a cunning old man, most likely he has already gone into hiding; King Chen has been buried, but you are still alive, Prince Jin. As long as you do a little trick, you can pull He Yudiao off his horse."

Han Jing hesitated: "Young Master Yuan, what do you mean..."

Gong Ziyuan knelt at Han Jing's feet with a "putong" and said, "My lord has been wronged."