The old man's crossbow machine is really not good-looking, it is like black charcoal, and it is rough to the touch. According to Dongfang Yan's statement, the pen and the fun www.biquge.info can't be sold, so take the opportunity to give it away. The two passed by the door of the blacksmith shop, and the blacksmith was sitting on a small stool to solicit business, and when he saw Qiu Yinming holding a crossbow, he asked, "Childe, I have a new and good arrow here, do you want to come in and have a look?" Dongfang Yan said to Qiu Yinming: "With a crossbow, by the way, buy two arrows." When the blacksmith heard this, he hurriedly echoed: "This son is right. Two of you come in and have a look. Qiu Yinming couldn't help it, so he had to go in. There are all kinds of iron tools in the shop, in addition to farm tools, there are also knives, swords, hammers, etc., and the crossbow arrows are quite well cast, so I bought more than a dozen, and by the way, I also bought a quiver. Walking out of the shop, Dongfang Yan smiled: "Now you can go hunting." ”

The two walked all the way back, and Qiu Yinming drank two cups of tea at Dongfang Yan's house before returning to his home. The butler of Chai was very surprised to see him carrying a crossbow machine and carrying a quiver, but he didn't ask. These days, Steward Chai has found that his new owner doesn't look like a Confucian who studied hard in the cold window, maybe he is a kung fu person. The world is so big, there are really everyone.

After dark, the house is quiet. Qiu Yinming closed the door, and after practicing a few fists and kicks, he suddenly remembered the crossbow machine given by the old man in the Western Regions. When I followed Tie Yan, I always had crossbow arrows with me, but now I haven't touched them for many years. Today, the old man of the Western Regions actually gave him a hand, evoking many memories, so he went into the house and took out the crossbow machine, carefully examined it a few times with the faint light, walked to the center of the courtyard and stood still, loaded the arrow, aimed at the pillar of the house, pulled the trigger, and the bright arrow pierced into the pillar of the house with a loud "click" like lightning, and after a while, only heard the sound of "pop, pop", like the sound of wood cracking. Qiu Yinming was taken aback, and ran forward to see that the arrow had sunk deep into the column, and the upper and lower cracks suddenly came into view. He tentatively pulled it out, but the arrow did not move, and he did not dare to exert too much force, so he walked into the court again, took another arrow, and aimed it at the corner of the bluestone steps. There was a shattering sound, and the arrow cracked the stone, right in the corner. Only then did he realize that the old man from the Western Regions was fooling him. Thinking about it carefully, the old man was indeed smart, if he said that this crossbow machine was a top grade, how could he accept it so refreshingly. I got a good crossbow, but the pillars were cracked and the steps were broken, so I had to call Chai Ban to clean it up. Qiu Yinming pondered for a while with the crossbow machine, walked to open the courtyard door, and shouted loudly: "Chai Ban-"

"Here, what's the matter?" Steward Chai arrived.

Qiu Yinming didn't wait for him to stand firm and said, "Chai Ban, you come in." Don't talk nonsense about what you see outside. ”

Steward Chai's hair was cold, so he followed him into the inner courtyard, and saw that he was holding a crossbow machine, wearing only a single coat on his body, and his waist was tightly bound, so he couldn't help beating a drum in his heart, and walked behind without a sound. When the two came to the front of the house, Qiu Yinming casually pointed to the arrow on the pillar and said, "Look, this pillar is cracked, call the craftsman tomorrow to see if it can be repaired." The housekeeper stepped forward to take a closer look, took two steps back, looked at Qiu Yinming and said, "My lord, what did you tell me to talk to the carpenter?" Qiu Yinming thought about it, went back to the house and came out with his dagger, and said, "Let's just say that the pillar is cracked, and it can't be repaired to replace one." With a wave of his hand, he cut off the half of the arrow that poked at the pillar, and the column was still flat. Steward Chai let out a sigh of cold air and nodded. Qiu Yinming said again: "The steps are broken, and I will make up for it tomorrow." Steward Chai said again and again: "Yes, yes." Qiu Yinming approached Steward Chai and said slowly: "I am not allowed to tell others about my martial arts." The butler saw that his eyes were shining brightly in the dark night, and he was full of excitement, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, my lordship, where do I dare to ...... I'll go first. Qiu Yinming nodded, and Steward Chai immediately trotted out of the door.

Since that day, Steward Chai has become more and more diligent. Qiu Yinming hung the strong crossbow given by the old man in the Western Regions on the bedroom wall, and stopped touching it.

Three or five days passed, and one afternoon, Qiu Yinming arranged for his subordinates to copy the chapters that the emperor had reviewed when he came down from the palace a few days ago, and he and Dongfang Yan went to the library of the Hanlin Academy to read them. Since their official duties, the two of them have gone to study together every day. The collection of books in Hanlin Temple is extremely rich, and some rare books are not found anywhere else.

After reading for more than an hour, Qiu Yinming went back to the official office to inspect, and heard chaos in the house from a distance, and several small officials panicked and didn't know what they were saying. He thought something was wrong, and hurried to the door. When the four clerks saw him come in, they kept silent, lowered their hands and bowed their heads to the wall, and hurriedly threw down the things in their hands when the edict and the servant hurriedly threw down the things in their hands. Qiu Yinming looked at the table, amazing! An inkstone was buckled upside down on the table, ink was splashed everywhere, dozens of texts were all inked, and a lot of clothes were splashed on the clothes of the edict and the servant. Qiu Yinming took a closer look, and the matter was big. There are more than a dozen booklets stained with ink, which are the ones that will be sent to the Ministry of Industry early tomorrow morning. He picked up one of them, and when he opened it to read, he immediately frowned, and several of the emperor's Zhu batches were stained with ink, if this was in the hands of the Minister of Industry, all the people here, including himself, would be involved. He calmed down for a moment, then looked around at the six people in the room, "Who made this?" The four clerks were silent, and their eyes were fixed on the edict and the servant. The waiter was covered with sweat, lifted his sleeves and tucked them, and suddenly became a big face. Qiu Yinming stepped forward, stared at the two of them and asked, "You guys are like this?" The waiter stammered, "No, it's not me." Big, my lord, this ......" Seeing this, the edict lowered his head and whispered: "My lord, yes, it's me, take the inkstone, carelessly, turn over, turn over." As soon as Qiu Yinming slapped the table, the pen and inkstone jumped up, and the six people shuddered.

After a long while, Qiu Yinming said, "Do you know? If this is a big deal, it is the sin of deceit. How are you prepared? The six of them looked at each other, and one of the clerks finally couldn't help it, and said with a sad face: "My lord, you can think of a way." We are old and young, and we can't afford it. Qiu Yinming didn't speak, lowered his head and walked around the room with his hands behind his back for a while, and suddenly raised his head and said to the six people: "That's it, you all go home now, and I'll do this." The six of them were stunned for a moment, trembling and moving out. Qiu Yinming said again: "Hurry up." Come back tomorrow morning. Don't talk too much, you know? ”

After his subordinates were gone, Qiu Yinming plugged in the door and sat at the table, sorted out all the ink-dyed Zhu Pi folds, and looked at them carefully. The ink is not very large, and there may be a remedy. He pondered for a long time, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He took out a tablecloth, wrapped more than a dozen books, and left the Hanlin Academy under his armpit. He didn't go home immediately, but he made a long detour to the entrance of the criminal department and lingered for a while before slowly walking home, and after dinner, he closed the door early to rest.

An hour after dark, Qiu Yinming changed into a green coat, pushed the window out, and crossed the back wall. There were still a lot of people on the street, and he went all the way to the Criminal Department, and when he approached the compound of the Criminal Department, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. Behind the Criminal Department is a prison, so it has always been heavily guarded, and the lobby in front of it will be empty when the officials return home, only the database will be guarded overnight. He leaned against the courtyard wall of the criminal department and walked slowly to the gate, and saw that there were only four soldiers standing with guns at the door, and when he saw that there was no one on the left and right, he jumped into the high wall and flashed into the lobby in a few steps. He broke into the Execution Department at night for nothing else, just to get some cinnabar. In addition to the emperor's use of a red pen, only the lobby of the Criminal Department in the capital used a red pen to hook the death row prisoners. As expected, there was a small plate of cinnabar on the main desk in the lobby. He took out a silk and grabbed the small plate in his hand, and soon came out of the side wall and took the path back to the house.

The first time he imitated other people's handwriting, but it was the emperor's Zhu Criticism, Qiu Yinming really had nothing to say, so he had to think that he was unlucky, who let him run into these subordinates who didn't know what to do. He lit two large candles, spread them out, and carefully studied the emperor's handwriting. I heard that the emperor was weak and sickly, and sure enough, the pen was soft and not easy to imitate. He practiced for a while before he dared to dip a small pen in cinnabar, carefully tracing the vermilion that was covered by ink. Stayed at the desk all night, and when I finished work, I had knocked four watches outside, and I quickly went to the criminal department to shake it again and return the cinnabar plate to its original place. After dawn, he took the recital to the Hanlin Academy, where the secretary and the four clerks had been waiting in the office for a long time. Seeing Qiu Yinming take out yesterday's recital from the tablecloth package, the six of them looked shocked and didn't dare to speak. Qiu Yinming guessed their thoughts, and said: "After a while, the people from the Ministry of Industry are coming, and they can't see the twists and turns outside, so they will come here to urge." When the time comes, none of you will be allowed to speak. The six nodded.

In less than half an hour, the little official of the Ministry of Engineering hurriedly ran into the official room and said to Qiu Yinming: "Master Editor, can the transcript from the day before yesterday be copied?" The top is in a hurry. Qiu Yinming pretended to be apologetic, got up and said, "The book didn't come here the day before yesterday, it was sent after yesterday evening, you see." He took the ink-stained fold from the desk and handed it to the little official, and said: "I don't know who knocked over the inkstone in the palace, and even Zhu Pi was stained with ink." The saint is really diligent in his administration, and he personally corrected it before sending it here. We've just finished transcribing it, and we haven't eaten breakfast yet. Qiu Yin looked at his face, deliberately leaned in and said in a low voice: "In my opinion, the saint himself knocked over the inkstone." When the little official heard this, he felt that this was reasonable, and wondered: "What will I say when I go back?" Qiu Yinming said with a sincere face: "Just report it truthfully, who dares to blame the saint?" The little official thought for a moment and saluted him, "Thank you, sir." Leave. "Hurry out. When the little official walked away, Qiu Yinming turned around and said to the six people who were inexplicably surprised: "It's okay." To each his own. ”

A few days have passed, and I haven't heard of anything wrong with the dozen or so books, so Qiu Yinming calmed down, and the six subordinates were obedient to him, and they were even more meticulous in sorting out official documents every day, and no one took the opportunity to be lazy anymore. The edict was even more devoted to him, serving tea and water, laying paper and grinding ink, and arriving on call.

At this time, the maid sent by the Dongfang family had arrived in the capital, and Dongfang Yan's house was lively. As soon as the popularity was booming, the rumors that the house was haunted were no longer mentioned. So Qiu Yinming asked Butler Chai to hire a few servants to clean the courtyard, carry water and make tea, and still be alone in the inner courtyard every night. Steward Chai knows that everything is well cooked. Qiu Yinming had an excellent reputation among the petty officials of the Hanlin Academy, and within two months, after Chu Jun returned to Beijing to take office, he was promoted to read from the five grades, and no longer supervised the transcription and other matters, and it was rare to draft some documents for the emperor's reference, and sometimes drove to the country with the Hanlin scholars to listen to the lectures. The old Confucians of Hanlin were pedantic, and Qiu Yinming was reluctant to be with them on weekdays, so he often flipped through the newly collected books in the national history database. The territory is vast, and there are thousands of good and bad blessings and blessings in various places, which are difficult to describe in a word, and they are out of reach in the Hanlin Academy.