high official

chapter 520

The father and son talked for a while, Wang Xingye went home, and Wang Xian came to the study and began to draft a memorial to the emperor.One is to report the results of today's trial, because the key evidence has been falsified, so the judgment of Dali Temple is invalid.Secondly, because the case was complicated and the file could not truly reflect the situation at that time, he asked the emperor to recall Yan Langzhong to assist in the trial.

Following what his father taught, after finishing the memorial, he continued to get busy.According to his father's suggestion, Wang Xian divided the foreign-signed mortgage houses into five places, corresponding to the five thousand-household offices in Fusi, Beizhen.One is in charge of prison affairs, the second is in charge of dispatching arrests, the third is in charge of interrogation and confession, the fourth is in charge of pre-criminal procedures, and the fifth is in charge of intelligence and information matters.The people in charge of these five divisions were all trained by Zhou Xin, and they followed Wang Xian's old guards for many years, and their subordinates were also transferred from the young army who could read and write, and had a little understanding of criminal names.While the military officers were still explaining the problem, these people began to step up their efforts to familiarize themselves with the affairs in charge, and they would take over the whole thing when they were almost done.

Although the Zhenfu Division is very busy, Wang Xian took the time to change into casual clothes and go out.Firstly, he has been away from home for more than half a month and has not returned, and he is very concerned about Lin Qinger's situation. Secondly, he will be able to take part in the test in less than half a month. Yu Qian and the others had already gathered in the Zhejiang Guild Hall, so he had to meet them anyway, otherwise it really wouldn't make sense.

After he came out of the yamen, he went home first. The family members were very happy to see him back, and they never mentioned the huge bet. The family had a meal with He Meimei, and after the meal, Wang Xian and Lin Qinger Go back to the room and talk for a while.After careful nursing by the imperial physician, Lin Qing'er has fully recovered, and the little life in her womb is also very healthy, but after pregnancy, the woman's temperament will become more sensitive, and she will not see her husband for several days, and worry about him, so the faint The melancholy between the crescent eyebrows is still faintly visible.

"Officer, how long has it been since we sat quietly for a while?" The couple sat by the bed, Lin Qing'er leaned on her husband's shoulder, and through the propped up window, she could see that the flowers and trees outside had turned green. Some early-blooming flowers can’t wait to reveal their fragrance, and the breeze brings a faint scent of green grass, making this moment of tranquility extremely rare.

"Yeah, how long has it been?" Wang Xian recalled, and couldn't help but say with shame: "It's been more than half a year." He sighed apologetically and said, "In the past few years, we have been together less and separated more. I really wronged you."

Lin Qing'er pressed her slender fingers on his lips to prevent him from continuing: "When I married an official, my concubine did not seek wealth or honor, but only the official's advancement." Zhu sighed softly: "Now that the officials are so motivated, I can only be happy."

"You don't look happy." Wang Xian shook his head and smiled, stroking his wife's hair.

"I'm happy." Lin Qing'er said quietly: "It's just that this situation reminds me of an ancient poem."

"But that song... the young woman in her boudoir doesn't know how to worry, and she dresses up in the emerald building in spring. Suddenly seeing the color of willows on the street, she regrets teaching her husband and son-in-law to seek a title?" Wang Xian half-jokingly half-seriously said.

Lin Qing'er was told what was on her mind, she hid in her husband's arms with a groan, and refused to look up for a long time.

Wang Xian's hand slid down his wife's hair, gently hugged his wife's slender waist and said, "Why are you still so thin, you need to eat more, you are eating for two people now."

"There's plenty to eat." Hearing her husband say 'eating for two', Lin Qing'er's heart was filled with happiness, and she finally raised her head and said excitedly: "Officer, we want to have our own children." gone."

"Well, this is just the first one, there will be a second one, and a third one, we're going to give birth to a whole bunch of little girls!" Wang Xian said domineeringly with a big wave of his hand.

"Officer..." Lin Qing'er flushed with happiness and said, "I was wrong, I am ten thousand times happier than that young woman in the boudoir."

"Of course, hahahaha!" Wang Xian laughed loudly.

The couple kept warm for a while, and Lin Qing'er seriously explained the family affairs again: "Sister Baoyin has been answered by someone, and she refuses to come to Beijing, not because of the official, but because of her identity. It is said that she is also a princess conferred by the emperor. If she enters the capital, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble, and it may be difficult for the officials to deal with. Secondly, she cannot leave her tribe. There are more and more tribes in Hetao now, and they all treat Borzi The land with abundant water and grass occupied by the Gite tribe is eyeing, with her, the gentle princess, others dare not touch their territory, if they leave, I am afraid there will be changes."

"Bao Yin has matured a lot." Wang Xian nodded and sighed, "Then send a few doctors and wives to take care of her."

"Is this still ordered by officials?" Lin Qing'er glanced at him coquettishly, and protested against her husband's words: "I have already invited Mrs. Qian, who is well-known in the capital, and a dozen maidservants have gone over."

"Hehe, I said something wrong." Wang Xian said sincerely.

"Besides, if the officials are free, take leave in May and go to the grassland." Lin Qing'er said softly: "Women always hope that their men are by their side when they give birth."

"Well, I'll try my best." Wang Xian nodded, he really didn't dare to say anything.Because he can clearly feel that the situation in the capital is getting more and more delicate. It is said that the emperor will go on a northern tour after the palace examination.With this big boss under his control, ghosts and snake gods from all walks of life dare not make mistakes, but if the emperor goes to Beijing, more than 2000 miles away, there will be a good show in the capital... So Wang Xian doesn't know, there will be a show in May There is no time to go to Hetao.Probably most likely not...

"There is also sister Xiao Lian. She said that things over there are more troublesome than expected, and she may not be able to come back in time. Let the officials not worry about it." Lin Qing'er asked: "Officer, what is Xiao Lian doing?" thing?"

"Good deeds." Wang Xian said with a smile: "You still have to take care of your health, so don't worry so much."

"This is all a concubine's job..." Lin Qing'er said softly: "There is also Xiu'er, who heard that I was pregnant, she said she wanted to come and see, when the date is fixed, the officials will know What should I do?"

"Haha, of course." Wang Xian laughed loudly and said, "I'm going to beat her ass into eight petals!"

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Staying at home until dark, Wang Xian did not have dinner with his family, but dressed in the clothes of ordinary scholars, quietly left home through the back door, led by Shuai Hui, without riding a horse, to the Zhejiang Guild Hall by the Qinhuai River go.

In the night, the lights and shadows of boats on the Qinhuai River are beautiful, and the humid air by the river is full of the smell of cosmetics.Hearing the sounds of pipa, silk and bamboo, laughing and singing from the small buildings by the river, Wang Xian realized that the colorful Qinhuai nightlife had begun.

He was walking on the flower street hung with red lanterns, and looked at the groups of young scholars who walked leisurely in front of him. They talked and walked into flower buildings, and became the guests of Qinhuai courtesans. , those with good looks and talents can also get the accommodation of stunning beauties, adding their own touch to the romantic stories of the Qinhuai River.

Looking at these romantic and self-admiring poets, Wang Xian felt very envious. If so many things hadn't happened by fate, he should have been one of them, and he didn't need to worry about the upcoming exam, because First of all, he failed the general examination at all, but he could happily drink flower wine, copy a few poems of Nalan, and win the honor of the brothel, what a wonderful life it would be!

Secondly, Juren can be regarded as a master. Going back to Hangzhou to buy a house and land, and live a life of a local tyrant with wives and concubines in groups, spending money like water, what a pleasant life it would be.Now he has become the head of a secret agent who works with the dark and evil, and he is gradually drifting away from this kind of life, how can one not feel sad.

While he was feeling melancholy, he suddenly heard a pleasantly surprised local accent, "Isn't this Brother Zhongde? I never expected to see you here!" Wang Xianxun looked around, and saw several young men who looked like scholars walking towards him excitedly Come.Seeing that his lord didn't seem to know these people, the guards looked serious and wanted to stand in front of him.But Wang Xian shook his head lightly, not letting them go forward.

"My lord, Wang Xian," said Wang Xianchao, clasping his hands to several scholars, "I haven't asked the names of my brothers yet."

"Brother Zhongde is a nobleman who forgets things." The leading scholar smiled awkwardly: "That year at the West Lake Poetry Contest on the night of Shangyuan, my brother won the first prize, and brother Yu was ranked first..."

"..." Wang Xian thought this person was familiar at first, but he had met too many people in the past few years, so it was inevitable that he couldn't remember the ones that were not particularly important.But after being reminded, he still recalled it, and said apologetically, "You are Yuyao's elder brother!" It's not that he didn't want to be called famous, but he really couldn't remember the name of this person.

"My name is Wang Han Ziyu." Wang Han had a very good manner, and he was not angry that he didn't recognize him immediately. Instead, he was very happy and smiled at the people around him: "This is what I often tell you, Zhejiang King of Poetry, Wang Zhongde! How about it, if you break through your iron shoes, you will find nowhere to find it!"

The rest of the people were also surprised, and they greeted Wang Xian one after another. Wang Han introduced Wang Xian one by one.

Wang Xian greeted them very politely, without putting on airs of a high-ranking official, and these people didn't seem to know his current identity.After the ceremony was over, Wang Xian asked Wang Han with a smile, "Brother Ziyu, what do you want me to do?"

"Hey." Wang Han scratched his head in embarrassment: "It's nothing serious."

"Just say it." Wang Xian smiled.

"Well, that's what happened..." Wang Han explained the whole story.They are all from Yuyao. Yuyao is a county under the jurisdiction of Shaoxing Prefecture, but surrounded by mountains and relatively isolated from outside news, it is also a good place to concentrate on studying.Therefore, every time the Zhejiang Provincial Examination, the number of candidates in Yuyao County is even more than that of some prefectures.Therefore, Yuyao's candidates became more and more conceited, and they were somewhat different from those in Befu and other counties.

(End of this chapter)