He looked at Zhuo Zihua and nodded: "Yes." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The concubine went out first. With that, he honestly withdrew.

As soon as He left, Zhuo Zihua was half-paralyzed in the chair, rubbing his eyebrows. He went to throw the matter to Ho's father in person, and her father would definitely ask him what to do. originally wanted to borrow He's mouth, but he didn't know that He didn't worry about it.

Zhuo Zihua picked up the letterhead on the bookcase and looked at it again, in the letterhead, Zheng Qingan threatened him to rescue him, otherwise the time he died would be the day of the incident in the east window of the He family.

Zhuo Zihua wanted to send someone to kill Zheng Shaoqing directly, but he didn't dare to take this risk. I don't know how much Zheng Shaoqing has found, how much evidence he has obtained, and I don't know if Zheng Shaoqing put the evidence in whose hands he did things for him.

Zhuo Zihua threw the letter paper in his hand on the table, he didn't want to care about this matter at all, Zheng Qingan was the person the emperor had wanted to get rid of for a long time, and finally had a chance, if he stirred up the yellow, he would also be disgusted by the emperor. Zhuo Zihua rubbed his head again, but if the emperor knew about the He family's private embezzlement, and the private embezzlement was instructed by him, the Zhuo family would definitely suffer. Then his efforts for so long have been in vain......

Standing up, Zhuo Zihua paced back and forth for two steps, he only had two decisions now, one was to rescue Zheng Shaoqing, and then kill him privately. The other is to destroy the He family and destroy all the evidence before all the evidence is checked.

Zhuo Zihua couldn't make up his mind, so he recruited his staff, and listened to his staff's analysis in the study, pacing back and forth.

The appearance of the second room is still calm, and there seems to be no anxiety or uneasiness.

The day passed quickly, and the next day was noon.

The summer sun shines on everything warmly, and as soon as noon it hits sleepiness.

Zhuo Yijia sat on the bookcase, put down the scroll in his hand, and yawned a few times in a row. She'd been sitting like this all morning.

Hongshan took the pu fan, sat behind Zhuo Yijia, and there was a fan that didn't wilt for a while, wilting and wiping, taking a nap from time to time, hanging her head, and suddenly waking up again, but in a blink of an eye, she began to wilt again.

The afternoon sun shone on all the sounds, only the Zhizhi on the trees was still crying out tiredly, urging people to be sleepy. Zhihua walked in from outside in the sound of knowledge, and walked straight to Zhuo Yijia's side.

"Still no movement." Zhihua's face was a little heavy as he spoke.

Hongshan straightened up when she heard the voice, her heavy eyelids opened, and the wind of the fan in her hand became stronger.

Zhuo Yijia put the scroll in his hand on the bookcase, yawned lightly, and then slowly spoke: "In his eyes, except for his own life, everything else is just ants." It is the most abnormal to decide to reach out to the He family to block trouble in a short period of time. ”

Zhihua looked up at Zhuo Yijia, lowered his head again, and did not speak.

Zhuo Yijia stretched his hands and looked at the shiny stone road outside the door illuminated by the scorching sun, his eyes narrowed, and he spat out two words lightly: "Grind." ”

Knowing the painting, he knelt down next to the bookcase, picked up the inkstone on the bookcase, and began to grind.

Zhuo Yijia still squinted at the courtyard outside the house, thinking carefully. There are only three people in the whole courtyard, which seems very quiet, and the quiet afternoon always makes people feel lonely and quiet, afraid of this feeling, but there is an indulgence in this artistic conception.

Hongshan finally couldn't hold back her thousand-pound eyelids, and fell asleep next to Zhuo Yijia with her head drooped, and a low snoring sound sounded after a while.

Knowing that the painting grinds the ink, Zhuo Yijia took out a piece of rice paper from the bookcase, spread it on the bookcase, pressed the paperweight jade, picked up the pen, imitated Zheng Shaoqing's handwriting, and wrote with the pen.

She remembered that that year, the Zhuo family, as a famous general of Nanshang, secretly stood on her father's side. No one knew, but she knew. She had read the secret letter that Zheng Shaoqing handed to her father, which was a letter of request from the eldest lord of the Zhuo family to his father.

Back then, she was devoted to Sun Yunzhou, and rarely cared about state affairs and political affairs, and her father, who often let her listen to politics, no longer gave her political affairs. She didn't know why the fifth uncle didn't come to the capital back then, but she accidentally saw the Zhuo family's request in her father's imperial study. So she knew that the Zhuo family had made General Yunlu the eldest lord back then, and they wanted to send a letter to her father and the emperor to ask for orders to lead the troops back to the capital.

When she saw it back then, she recognized it as the word Zheng Qing'an, the young secretary of Dali Temple. So she also knew that the letter of request was written by Zheng Shaoqing for the eldest master of the Zhuo family.

Zhuo Yijia finished writing quickly, blew the rice paper with black characters written on it, and then folded it up and put it in an envelope without a name when it dried, and handed it to Zhihua: "Take this to Zheng Shaoqing's little servant and tell him that this is what saved his master." Stared at him and handed it over to Zhuo Shunwu personally. "To the second master of the Zhuo family, you only need to send someone to pretend to be Zheng Shaoqing, but in front of Mrs. Zhuo, who is about to become a human spirit, Zhuo Yijia has to be cautious.

Zhihua took the envelope and nodded, retreated and quickly disappeared into the summer sun.

The son of the Zhuo family had an affair with the emperor, how could the Zhuo family escape the catastrophe? Although Zhuo Yijia didn't want to use this to blackmail, she had to give the Zhuo family's head a fierce medicine.

Seeing that Zhihua disappeared for a while, Zhuo Yijia yawned again, turned to Hongshan and said, "Help me go and rest for a while." ”

Hongshan woke up with a spirit, put down the pu fan and nodded repeatedly: "Okay." As he spoke, he got up and helped Zhuo Yijia.

"You are guarding the door for a while now, and when Zhihua comes back, let her take your place, and then go to rest for a while." Zhuo Yijia said and yawned again, and then looked back at Hongshan: "Don't fall asleep guarding the door." "There are things in her house that can't see people, and the second room of the Zhuo family is taboo about her, so the yard is guarded every day.

After Zhuo Shunwu got off the court, he wandered to the north of the city to the eight alleys, which are the famous idle street scoundrels in Jinping City, the place of fun, cockfighting, dog fighting, cricket fighting...... The noise and shouting and whistling were as usual, not at all affected by the hot weather.

Mrs. Zhuo will come here for a while after going to court every day under the guise of going to court. Here you stand and watch the cockfights, and over there you stand and watch the crickets fight.

"! Bite it! ”

"Wow! ! Got it! Oops, escaped!! Again!! ”

"Kill it! Shame!! ”

The idlers standing and watching next to them were dressed in thin cotton and linen, some of them were open to their chests, and some of them simply lifted their sleeves and clothes, leaking out their hairy bellies, crossed their waists, and looked at the crickets in the bamboo tubes on the ground, with excited looks on their faces.