Happy Little Scholar

The rumbling sound sounded suddenly, and Lao Fang rolled over from the carriage and looked at the sky warily. After listening for a while, he realized that the sound did not come from the sky.

Turning around, I saw that not far ahead, there was a woman hitting the big drum in front of the Yamen. What I heard just now was not thunder, but the sound of a drum.

He breathed a sigh of relief, jumped on the carriage again, and said, "It turns out someone is beating the drum, it scared me to death..."

The hall drum is a large drum standing in front of the yamen. It has two functions. One is to beat the drum to gather the crowd when the county official ascends the hall, gathering the yamen servants who are scattered throughout the yamen. The other is to let the common people who have grievances beat the drum. Expressing his grievance, Li Yi opened the car curtain and took a look. The woman who had just played the drum had been welcomed in by the government servants, so he didn't pay attention. He lowered the car curtain, looked at Lao Fang and asked: "What you just said, are you serious?" of?"

"Continuing like this is not an option." Lao Fang sighed and said, "There should be an outcome to this matter..."

Li Yi hung the car curtain aside and asked doubtfully: "How did you and Xiaohong meet?"

Lao Fang leaned on the carriage, looked at the sky, with a smile on his face, and said: "It was probably a year before my uncle went up the mountain..."

At first, Li Yi thought that Lao Fang was just a simple and honest man with not much thought. Later, he discovered that his thoughts, especially regarding feelings, were extremely delicate. Under the simple and honest appearance, there was a sultry soul hidden.

His acquaintance with Xiaohong was nothing more than the cliché plot of a bear saving a beauty. Later, by chance, they met in Qunyu Courtyard. They became familiar with each other after going back and forth. From the exchanges across a wall in Qunyu Courtyard, they gradually became more and more familiar with each other. developed to where it is today.

According to what Lao Fang said, I can't say to what extent. For now, the two of them have a pure relationship between a man and a woman who only hold hands.

There should be a family relationship between him and the Fang sister-in-law, and Xiaohong is probably Lao Fang's love. As for how to perfectly integrate the two - if he knew, he wouldn't have to run back and forth every day.

His own affairs were still a mess, and Lao Fang couldn't help much with his family affairs. Li Yi could only shake his head and said, "Let's take a long-term view on this matter..."

"Yes, let's take a long-term view." Lao Fang nodded and said, "Miss Zui Mo has already achieved Zhengguo. The second lady, Miss Ruoqing, the eldest princess, Miss Lin, and even Uncle Xiaohuan haven't closed the house yet. I'm afraid that the little princess only has her uncle in her heart, so we have to take a long-term approach..."

Li Yi thought for a while and said, "Let's do this. I'll ask Ruyi to go over and talk to the Fang family's sister-in-law. Just tell her that you want to welcome another mistress back. As the Fang family's wife, she should be generous and not obstruct... ..., she will definitely listen to Ruyi’s words, how about it, is it interesting?”

Lao Fang waved his hands repeatedly, "Forget it, I can handle this kind of trivial matter myself, so I won't bother the young lady..."

The carriage gradually went away. In the yamen, a policeman sent the woman out, shook his head, and said helplessly: "Girl, this case has been in charge of the Jingzhao yamen from beginning to end. Where do you go?" Just ask."

The woman's face was pale and bloodless, but she still nodded and said, "Thank you for catching me."

The policeman looked at her, with a look of reluctance on his face, and said, "Girl, let me remind you, when you go to Jingzhao Yamen, you must not knock the drum in front of the gate..."

…

"Chu Ping, Cui Xixin..."

Li Yi crumpled the note in his hand into a ball and threw it into the stove.

When the imperial convict committed a murder case, Cui Xixin and the young master of the Chu family were also in the Miaoyin Pavilion. It is said that they were almost implicated. This is one of the reasons why the Jingzhao Yin Mansion paid so much attention to the case.

He has never underestimated the Chu family and has always been paying attention to it. However, this matter has been handled by the Jingzhao Mansion Office from beginning to end. There is no news from Zeng Shichun, so there should be no problem. .

He warmed his hands by the fire, then picked up his pen and started writing on the rice paper spread out on the table.

Miss Liu Er insisted that the "Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi" he wrote on the lantern that day was too hasty. She did not recognize many words in it, so it was not a qualified gift, and asked him to write it again.

It was quite normal for Miss Liu Er not to recognize her. She knew a few words in total, and the situation was different that day. In order to speed up, he used a kind of calligraphy between cursive script and running script, which was a bit calligraphic. Anyone with a good background can recognize it, but to an illiterate like her, it's just so scrawled that it's hard to see clearly...

But who told her to be Miss Liu Er? If Miss Er asked her to write in block letters, she would write in block letters. What a big deal...

After Li Yi finished writing, she checked it over and nodded with satisfaction.

Li Yi reminded her: "Don't forget, you still owe me something."

"What?" Miss Liu Er asked with a frown.

According to the rules of the Lantern Festival, lanterns and sachets must be exchanged in the end. Miss Liu Er took his lantern and naturally gave him a sachet. This is the rule of the game.

"After taking my lamp, you have to give me something, something you women wear closely..." Li Yi reminded again.

Miss Liu Er frowned even more: "What exactly are you talking about?"

Li Yi pointed at her chest, "You haven't guessed yet? That Mid-Autumn Festival, in that garden, those women stuffed themselves into my arms..."

Miss Liu Er finally understood that she had thrown away the bellyband that was stuffed into his arms. She looked up at him and asked coldly: "Are you sure?"

Li Yi looked at his expression and said in surprise: "No, it's not a valuable thing. You are not willing to part with it. Otherwise, if you return the lamp to me, I won't want that thing anymore..."

"Come in, I'll give it to you." Miss Liu Er thought for a moment, crossed her arms, walked into her room, and said, "Remember to close the door."

It was just a sachet, mysterious, and the door had to be closed. It was not a shameful thing. Li Yi shook his head and followed her in...

Jingzhao Mansion Yamen, the Yamen Gate.

"How many times have I told you that the body is unclaimed and has been buried in a mass grave for a long time. As for where it is buried, how can I know in the dark?" A policeman waved his hand impatiently and added Said: "The government is already working hard to arrest, and the sea arrest documents have been sent out a long time ago. As long as the thief is still in Kyoto, he will not be able to escape even if he has wings. Don't worry, as soon as there is news about the prisoner, we will send someone immediately inform you."

The woman said in a soft voice: "Even in the hot summer, unclaimed bodies should be kept for at least three days. What's more, it is winter now, and it will be at least seven days later..."

"It's Chinese New Year. I've done an autopsy on the body. There's nothing suspicious about this case. I'm just waiting to catch the criminal and bring him to justice. Is there anywhere in the Yamen to keep it for you? I've already told you what I should tell you. I'm warning you. Don't make trouble here again, we won't be polite if you do it again!" When the detective spoke again, his tone had become angry.

The woman knelt in front of the Yamen and said in a sad voice: "I just want to know how my sister died..."

On the street, passers-by gradually gathered around, looking at the woman with doubtful eyes, looking at the gate of the government office, and pointing.

…

"When did she have another sister?"

In the back hall of the government office, Cui Qingming slapped the table and said with an angry face.

Zeng Shichun took a sip of tea and then said calmly: "Although it is unexpected and there are some more variables, it may not be a bad thing. If even her family members believe that the woman died at the hands of the imperial convict, , then there will be no further incidents in this case.”

"I'm just afraid something will happen now..." Cui Qingming muttered as he narrowed his eyes.

Hearing the killing intent in Cui Qingming's words, Zeng Shichun looked up at him, stood up and said, "This woman must not be moved."

Cui Qingming smiled and said: "Brother Zeng, there is no need to remind me. I naturally know that if something happens to this woman again, I am afraid it will really attract the attention of interested people."

Zeng Shichun nodded and said no more.

The two talked about some more things. Cui Qingming went out from the back door of the government office. When he stepped on the carriage, he paused slightly. He turned around and looked at a guard in front of the carriage. He stretched out his hand and made a light stroke in the void.

In the government office, in front of the dining table, a woman heard a rumbling sound coming from outside. She put down her bowl and chopsticks heavily and said dissatisfied: "What's going on outside? It's endless, isn't it?"

A government official came in from outside and said with a grimace: "Sir, that woman didn't listen to the advice at all and started beating the drum again to complain..."

Zeng Shichun put down his chopsticks, his face darkened, and he said: "Jingzhao Mansion Office, isn't this the place for her to run wild and misbehave? Come, take that woman down, give her twenty sticks, and put her in jail for the time being..."

The catcher was stunned for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "Sir, is this, this punishment, a bit harsh..."

Zeng Shichun waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. The government is majestic and does not tolerate provocation. Only heavy punishment can serve as a warning. Just pay attention to the proportion of execution."

The catcher said no more, bowed and said: "I obey your orders!"

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