Defend the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 55
Nervous for more than ten days, Han Ping'an was very tired and sleepy. After Lin Shijun settled down in the inner house, he went back to the front yard where he had avoided the assassin before taking a bath and going to bed.

Li Yu was worried about his father's safety and dared not go back to Juncheng, let alone disturb Mr. Ruyi's rest by crying.

I'm afraid that Saburo thinks she's annoying, so I won't go to Lin Shijun to intercede, and I'm even more worried that Sanlang will ignore her again. The only thing I can do is to serve Mr. Ruyi well.

Seeing Yinniang pouting at Saburo who was tossing and turning on the bed, she suddenly reacted.

Quickly picked up a few clean clothes of Sanlang and ran to get water to take a bath and change them on. Encouraged by Yinniang's eyes, she shyly climbed onto the bed and got under the covers.

Yinniang came to the door instead, thinking that finally she no longer had to coax her brother to sleep, and could finally have a good night's sleep.

His sleeping posture is too tossing, snoring, drooling, and always fumbling with his hands.

Now that Li Yu is sleeping with him, he can touch him however he wants, even if he gives birth to a baby, it will be fine.

She couldn't help laughing when she thought that her younger brother was still a baby and was likely to have a baby soon.

At this time, there was a sudden movement behind him.

Turning around subconsciously, there was no one.

Looking up, a figure flashed across the roof.

She didn't care about thinking about it at all, she rushed to step on the ladder on the wall driven by instinct, and quickly jumped up to the roof.

She was as light as a swallow, and her reaction was extremely quick. During the whole process, she only supported the wall with her left hand, without any unnecessary movements, and almost made no noise.

The person who had just climbed onto the roof was stunned, and looked at her stupidly, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Yinniang slowly let go of the knife and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

Qu Tong regained his composure, and quickly pointed to the inner house: "Your Majesty, please rest at the back, San Lang asked us to strengthen our guard."

Yinniang recalled that her younger brother seemed to have explained to him, she poked her head over and asked, "Then why don't you go to the inner house."

"There are the envoy's personal guards in the inner house, and they won't let me in."

Qu Tong was originally shy and seldom talked to women. He was really nervous when facing the little lady of the Han family, and he didn't even dare to look directly at her. Be clear."

Thinking that he was hiding under the grape arbor in the west courtyard to ambush the assassin that night, Yinniang poked her head around and asked curiously, "You plan to squat under that wall."

Qu Tong nodded and didn't speak any more.

From the first time she saw him, Yinniang felt that he was very familiar for no reason.

Later, I learned that he was born in the horse thief's den in Hanhai and grew up in the night watch team, and I finally understood where the familiar feeling came from.

"It's cold outside, wear more clothes, don't freeze."

Yinniang exhorted in a low voice, then turned silently and followed the ladder back to the courtyard, gently opened the door and walked into her room.

Thinking of the night watchman who had been fighting in the vast sea for so many years staring at him on the roof, he suddenly felt a sense of security, sat down with the knife in his arms and soon fell asleep.

That night, she didn't have any more nightmares.

He slept very peacefully, soundly, and at ease, and he woke up naturally after what his younger brother said. He didn't wake up by himself, but was woken up by Huang Dafu.

"Master, Mr. Lin asked his personal guards to ask if the porridge is ready."

"It's done, come, help carry it over."

"promise!"

"Yu'er, when sister wakes up, you eat first, don't wait for me."

"Sanlang, how can I have the heart to drink porridge..."

"Your father is my father-in-law. Can I just watch my father-in-law be beheaded? Don't worry, he will be fine with me."

"Ah."

……

Shijun Lin slept soundly last night and woke up very early today.

After hearing An Fuyan and Han Shimei's report on the results, seeing Han Ping'an coming in with the guards carrying the casserole, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Everyone, are you hungry? If you are hungry, let's try the preserved egg and lean meat porridge made by Sanlang.

This preserved egg was created by Saburo, and this porridge was also figured out by Saburo. He taught the old man's cook how to make it, but the old man's cook just couldn't cook the taste of Sanlang's. "

An Fuyan got up and said with a smile: "Thank you Zhongcheng for giving me the porridge, Sanlang, I'll give uncle a bowl too."

Han Pingan picked up the spoon, and while helping to serve, he smiled and said, "Grandpa Shijun, in fact, your cook cooks it quite well, and the taste is almost the same, but there is one thing missing."

Shijun Lin took the bowl and asked curiously, "What's missing?"

"The filial piety of my grandson is missing."

"Hahaha, well, well said, grandpa can smell it, it really smells of filial piety."

"It's a little hot, drink it slowly."

"Okay, let's leave it here to cool down."

Lin Shijun put down the bowl gently, and sighed: "Sanlang, your father and the general interrogated all night, and finally understood the hidden truth of Cao Duman's rebellion. I told you last night that the score was not bad. The case went well."

Han Ping'an asked triumphantly: "Grandpa Shijun, is this case exciting or bizarre?"

"It's wonderful, with twists and turns. Grandpa would never believe it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears."

"Since even Grandpa Shi Jun thinks it's wonderful, then I can rest assured."

"Relax what?"

"I plan to invite a few scholars with brilliant pens to write the process of investigating and handling this shocking case into a wonderful and exciting story book, which is tentatively named "Han Gongan". It is written in chapters, such as everything that happened last night. , It’s called ‘Make the king light up the lamp to watch the night, turn the clouds to see the loyal ministers of Japan’!”!”

Lin Shijun was amused, and laughed and cursed: "How old are you, and you are still Han Gong. Your father dare not call himself Han Gong."

"I'll find someone to write it when I'm old."

Han Pingan smiled, and said happily: "After it is written, just like the Buddhist scriptures printed in Baiyun Temple, we will find more craftsmen to engrave blocks, print and bind them into volumes, print more than 20 copies, and send them to Chang'an, Luoyang and other places for distribution." , No money, free gift, let the world widely circulated.

The Secretary Province, the Hongwen Museum, the Chongwen Museum, the Bureau of Publications, the Bureau of Economics and Economics, and the Jixian Academy all have to send a few volumes to them.

If I have a lot of money at that time, I can even hire some people who can speak well to go to restaurants and brothels to preach according to the script, and someone will definitely like to listen. "

Lin Shijun, Lao Lei, almost burst out laughing, pointing at him and asking, "You want to write a book and write a book, and want to be famous forever?"

"Grandpa Shijun, I want to write a book, but I want your name to last forever. Shijun lights up the lamp to watch the night, and Shijun is Grandpa you. When you see the loyal minister of Ribao, this loyal minister is Uncle An."

"That's a good idea. Grandpa will definitely be gone by then. Remember to burn a few copies for Grandpa to read."

"If you can live to be 120 years old, you will definitely be able to read my masterpiece."

"To coax grandpa to be happy again."

The old man in front of him had a bumpy official career. He was almost exhausted and was demoted to the Western Regions. He couldn't even report his old age and return home. Otherwise, his political opponents in the court would definitely say that he had a grudge against the emperor.

These few years have been depressed, only Han Sanlang can make his old man happy.

An Fuyan sighed secretly, and couldn't help but look at the in-laws who just got married last night.

Han Shimei smiled, but looked at the portrait of the thief from time to time.

Lin Shijun had already seen what he was worried about, took a sip of porridge, and asked with a smile: "Sanlang, did the little painter draw the portrait of this thief according to your dictation?"

"Yeah, he has never seen Wu Kun, so he can only paint as I said."

"So, this little painter is indeed extremely talented."

"Grandpa Shijun, don't you want him to draw a picture for you? I don't think drawing with charcoal is good enough. I asked him to work on the paint early this morning. As long as he can make the paint, give him a few more days to practice. Time will surely draw more lifelike ones.”

"Be careful, Grandpa Yele really didn't come in vain."

Lin Shijun nodded in satisfaction, and then changed the topic: "Sanlang, you said last night that the executive named Huang Bowen should go to Chang'an, can you tell Grandpa what you asked him to go to Chang'an?"

The old man looked a little nervous, and even the father-in-law An Fuyan had a weird look on his face.

Han Pingan suddenly realized why Lin Shijun asked these questions, so he simply came up with a trick.

"There are rumors that I am the illegitimate child of the princess aunt and my father. It doesn't matter how I say it. I don't care if people say I'm crazy, but I can't let them slander my father and the princess aunt.

In order to set the record straight, I asked Pan Tuo to draw the appearance of my mother and my aunt, and asked Huang Bowen to take it to Chang'an to inquire about it. "

"Bullshit!"

Han Shimei stood up suddenly, and scolded: "Nizi, how dare you...how dare you..."

Han Pingan looked innocent: "Father, I have read your notes and letters, and I knew that you have a deep relationship with my mother and my wife, and it is impossible to have an affair with the princess and aunt like the rumors, I just want to return your innocence. "

It seems that having a son who is too smart is not all a good thing.

An Fuyan was one of the few insiders. Knowing that his in-laws were in a hurry, he quickly grabbed Han Shimei: "I haven't gone far, so I should have time to chase after him."

Han Pingan held back a smile and asked knowingly: "Uncle An, who are you chasing?"

Before An Fuyan could speak, Shijun Lin raised his head and asked, "Sanlang, do you know why Grandpa didn't agree to let you continue dealing with those demons last night?"

"Why?"

"Grandpa knows that you are smart, and it is easy to deal with those demons and ghosts, but you are still young and have a long way to go in the future, so there is no reason to do those things because of a few monsters and ghosts."

"Grandpa Shijun, did I do something wrong?"

"I didn't do anything wrong, and I did a good job. Grandpa is very pleased. It's just that pushing the prison lawsuit and investigating people's private affairs are not pleasing to the gentleman. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as 'Wei Zhicao, the art of war is the last'."

Lin Shijun looked at Han Shimei who was trembling with anger, and then said: "Actually, Grandpa regrets letting your father be the pusher, and shouldn't let him come to Yele to be the supervisor, otherwise there will be so many things, and he almost killed you." Your father and son lost their lives.

In short, if you really want to be an official, you should be a beautiful official, not an official who everyone is wary of attracting people wherever you go.Even if there are things that must be done, others can do them.You are so smart, you must understand what grandpa means. "

Among the county lieutenants, the thief-catching lieutenant has the lowest status.

Among the six ministries in Chang'an, the Ministry of Punishment is also the place that scholars least want to go.

Think about it carefully, it is really not flattering for you to poach people's privacy all the time and check them out.

After all, what scholars pay attention to is that a gentleman is magnanimous. No matter what the reason for you to "investigate people's privacy", it is not in line with the current mainstream values, let alone digging into the "privacy" of your relatives.

(End of this chapter)