Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 939 It's just a scapegoat, it's not like I haven't memorized it
Chapter 939 It's just a scapegoat, it's not like I haven't memorized it
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When Sima Xi received the urgent report from the yamen, he was still in the mansion, changing clothes, so he planned to go to pay the mansion. Anyway, he was just a little mansion official, and it didn't matter if he went early or late, he was just talking to other local officials. Sitting on the outermost seats, there might not even be any entertainers on the way, only relying on the maids and servants to run around.

He didn't even have the intention of making friends with the rich and powerful. If he went early, he would be left alone, and his work would be boring. He might as well come back before the banquet, give gifts, have a banquet, and leave after a few pleasantries.

But the yamen's report broke Sima Xi's fantasy of being free and easy.

The master's hasty words let Sima Xi know that today, let alone a meal, he might not even be able to scratch a birthday bag by the end of the birthday banquet.

It's a pity that two hours ago, he sent someone to send the gift to Fu's house, that is to say, even if he didn't go to the birthday banquet, the gift would not come back.

Big loss.

With a sigh in his heart, Sima Xi changed the brown-gold robe that his wife had chosen for him, and while putting on the official uniform, he asked the master: "If Fu Qishao said a word, the prison really gave him the death row prisoner?"

The master's face was a little embarrassed: "I can't blame the jailer, after all, the seventh young master came in person, and I didn't think it was a big deal, so how could I expect something extra..."

Sima Xi showed no expression, as if he didn't care too much about the filth in the yamen, and asked again: "Have you received the order from the Fu family? How do you plan to deal with it?"

The master said: "The second young master came and said that we should send out people as soon as possible, and bring back all the condemned prisoners. Regardless of whether they live or die, anyway, cover up the matter. Today is the old man's birthday, so nothing can happen."

Sima Xi nodded: "Let's go then, I'll go back to the yamen, you take people to the paddock, and bring back everything that should be brought back."

The master just reported it to Sima Xi, knowing that this matter can only be handled in this way, he didn't expect Mr. Fu Yin to have any other ideas, so he responded and turned away.

After the master left, Mrs. Sima came in from the door, and while she was justifying the clothes of the Prime Minister, she said, "Are you really going to take care of this matter?"

But Sima Xi said: "It's just a scapegoat, but it's not like I haven't memorized it, what do you care about?"

Mrs. Sima obviously didn't want to: "You, the prefect, are like a good-looking person. You released the death row prisoner from the prison without telling you. Now that something happened, I want you to take care of it."

Sima Xi put his arms around Madam's waist, and said: "The imperial court ordered the officials to be involuntary, but with your love, I am not so wronged."

Mrs. Sima snorted, "You will play tricks on me."

Sima Xi said again: "Then if I make more friends with the Fu family and establish more prestige in the Yamen, would you be happy?"

"Don't!" Mrs. Sima immediately refused, looked up at Xiangzheng, stared at her with a leisurely smile, and said angrily: "I'm used to bullying me, that's enough, go to the yamen quickly, I'm afraid there are still many things to deal with later, I can't do it tonight." It doesn't matter whether you come back or not, just remember to eat something by yourself, you have a bad appetite..."

Seeing that Madam was about to nag again, Sima Xi gave Madam a hug, stopped Madam from speaking, and then bid farewell to leave.

Sima Xi, governor of Qingzhou, is a different person. It stands to reason that in such a sensitive state capital as Qingzhou, to be able to hold the post of governor must be close to the Fu family, not a relative or student of the Fu family, but also himself. Man, after all, cannot be an outsider.

But Sima Xi is just an outsider. His mentor is the former Shaoqing of Dali Temple who has returned to the field for eight years. When Sima Xi just passed the imperial examination, he was working in Dali Temple. In the second year after his old teacher returned home, he was transferred to Qingzhou.

When he first came to Qingzhou, Sima Xi was still a person similar to the previous governors. He handed over to his superiors and interacted with the Fu family. Became part of the Fu family's power.

But after two years, Sima Xi changed. He became lazy and carefree. He didn't ask the facts. Although he was still a member of the Fu family, he was more like a pawn. Even sitting in the yamen on weekdays is a variety of idleness and passive sabotage.

Nowadays, even the people of Qingzhou have almost forgotten that they still have a parent official. On weekdays, whatever happens, it is the master Xiao Kang who always comes forward to deal with it, and Mr. Fu Yin may see him sometimes, but it is only a flash in the pan. If you look again, you will never find it.

Governor of Qingzhou is an idler. This is something that everyone in Qingzhou City knows. After a long time, everyone is used to it. Anyway, there is trouble in Qingzhou, so they are looking for the Fu family. The Qingzhou Yamen is built there. It's a decoration, it doesn't matter.

When Sima Xi came out of the mansion, he got into the carriage. The carriage was a bit old, and the curtains were all wrinkled and whitened. When passing by the main street in the city, he stopped the carriage, opened the curtain and poked his head out. , handed over three Wen, gave it to the pancake stall next to it, and said, "Here's a three-layer pancake."

The vendor was busy frying in the pot. Hearing the sound, he raised his head to look at Mr. Fu Yin, who was dressed in a government official, and raised his eyelids. He didn't have the slightest respect for the government. He just said casually: "The price has increased recently. A three-layer cake costs four coins."

Sima Xi clicked his tongue, took out another piece of paper, and handed it over.

The vendor wrapped a thick three-layer pancake for him, paid for it, and delivered it.

The carriage continued to drive, and Sima Xi was sitting in the car eating fried pancakes, but he thought in his heart that if nothing happened in the paddock, he would already be in the Fu family's compound, eating delicacies from mountains and seas of the Fu family.

I don't know what the main dish is for tonight's birthday banquet. I heard that it's a grand occasion. This time, the Fu family invited several returning royal chefs from Beijing to cook for them...

After taking a hard bite of the pancake, Sima Xi became more depressed for no reason.

When they arrived at the yamen, the pancakes had already been eaten, so Sima Xi wiped his hands and walked towards the back yamen.

As soon as I walked in, I heard the sound of rushing from behind.

Sima Xi looked back, and saw the leader of the yamen servant running over in a panic, and reported to him when he saw him, "My lord, it's not good, something happened in the paddock!"

What happened in the paddock, after Sima Xi patiently listened to the chief officer, he finally understood. He walked back to the back office, took a sip of tea, and didn't seem to care too much. , asked back: "Where is Master Xiao?"

The leader of the yamen servant said: "It's still in the paddock, but there is something wrong there. The death row prisoners can't be taken away at all. There are about a dozen black-clothed men with high martial arts skills. Those death row prisoners are watched by them no matter whether they are dead or alive. Our people come forward. Not even one step, Master Xiao listened to the second young master's order, and planned to be tough, let us go directly, good guy, a dart from the opposite side almost killed us!" After speaking, he was afraid that Mr. Fu Yin would not believe it, and the yamen servant The commander stretched his neck, and pointed to a thin scar beside his throat: "Look, it's right here, as soon as the dart comes over, it will pass across my neck, if it goes deeper, I'm afraid I will die!"

(End of this chapter)