This Sun is also a very handsome man, although he is about forty years old, his body is still strong, his facial features are neat, and his beard under his chin is also very neatly trimmed, but this person is very good in the cup, there is a big cup in hand, I have a feeling in the world, I don't need to work hard at all, the one and a half liters of fine wine was drunk by him, and then he can only look at the wine jug on other people's cases.

When he glanced at Yao'er's motionless jug of wine for the fourth time, Haruka smiled, suddenly lifted the jug, and stood up.

Yao'er's new official took office, don't look at the other Lang Zhong talking and laughing freely, except for the enthusiasm for Yao'er at the beginning, and then deliberately put her aside, in fact, he has been paying attention to her actions, Yao'er is together, and several eyes are focused on her at the same time.

Yao'er walked up to Sun Yike, put down the wine jug, and said with a smile: "When I was in the army, we often said that people who are good at wine must have a cheerful temperament and a broad heart. ”

Sun Yi was stunned, and hurriedly excused himself: "It's not appropriate......

Yao'er smiled: "Little girl Yao'er, as soon as the wine touches her lips, she will get drunk, so she doesn't dare to touch this wine." Since Brother Sun is a good wine, this wine should be owned by Brother Sun, otherwise wouldn't it be cheaper for those cooks? ”

Sun Yi has a lot of wine, a pot of wine has just aroused his wine worms, if there is no wine to accompany the meal, even those dishes are tasteless, listening to Yao'er say this, he will no longer refuse, just laughed, took the wine jug and said: "Since this is the case, then thank you for the long history." “

Yao'er smiled: "Brother Sun is polite, this wine must be equipped for every meal." When I go back, I will inform the chef that my liter and a half of wine will be given to my grandson every day. ”

Sun Yi smiled when he heard this. thanked him again and again, and without waiting for Yao'er to return to his seat, he grabbed the wine jug and poured it hard.

Cui Liangyu watched from the side, slowly took a mouthful of stewed mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, took a sip of wine again, and a trace of disdain escaped from his lips: "This woman is not blindly ignorant. It's just that...... In this yamen, even if it is a small official from the ninth grade, he is a human spirit who is as slippery as a loach. A pot of wine wants to buy a Lang Zhong, such an innocent little woman. ”

Of course, Yao'er didn't think that this would be able to buy Sun Yeke.

This pot of wine itself has no meaning, but what about a pot of wine every day?

Sun Yi ate her wine, at least be polite to her. Every move at the dinner table. She's not the only one who's paying attention. Those petty officials below will pay more attention, just some courtesy exchanges are enough to send a message to the officials below: her dignified history is not isolated by everyone.

The outsiders who are close at hand can listen to their words in their ears, can see their manners in their eyes, and can understand all the details, but the officials who are farther away can only see their movements and expressions, and cannot hear what they are saying.

The dissemination of information in officialdom has the effect of exaggerating in diffusion. What's more, it's a performance of seeing flowers in the fog.

If she wants to break the ice, she must at least make the cold wind a little less. Before the counterattack. She wants to weaken the momentum deliberately created by the other party a little bit first.

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After lunch, he returned to the courtyard of the Criminal Division, and ordered the fox prison to move a few stools and put them under the laurel tree, Yao'er and Cui Liangyu sat on the bench and set up the dragon gate array for a while, and the two members of the same team, Zuo Yingtang and Cao Wushuang, also arrived at the compound, sat down and chatted together, and after a while, two of the four officials also came to have fun.

Everyone got together and talked about it, and they were happy, but they maintained absolute respect for the two Lang Zhong in their words and deeds, and anyone who looked at it was a harmonious and intimate group, and it was impossible to see that Yao'er, the chief of the hall, was the one who was overlooked and excluded.

Especially Wei Chunchun, the official of the Criminal Division, was flattering and sycophant, and told Yao'er's glorious deeds of Juju and victory over Dongdi one by one, and the words of praise were numb to the point that even Yao'er had goosebumps, but his face did not change and he was calm.

A person who can shoot him to the point of crying ghosts and gods like this, is really a talent.

However, as soon as the bell rang for office hours in the afternoon, all the officials seemed to have a signal, got up one after another, and rushed back to their offices, and the compound immediately became empty.

A few horizontal and vertical stools were placed there, and among the stools where the buttocks of the princes were still warm, Yao'er stood quietly for a while, and suddenly smiled inexplicably, and then shook back to her empty and somewhat scary signing room.

Linghu Prison, who had been hiding behind and watching the movement outside, smiled slyly, and then came out to clean up the stool.

Yao'er slept in the morning, and she didn't feel sleepy in the afternoon, but she sat alone in an empty room and had nothing to do, and she expected that no one would come in the whole afternoon, so she sat cross-legged behind the bookcase, closed her eyes, and practiced vomiting.

Half an hour later, Yao'er breathed suddenly, entered the realm of fetal breath, looked inward, and guarded the dantian, and I don't know how long it took, Yao'er woke up from the state of fetal breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and couldn't help but scream in fright in front of him, and sat on the ground with a butt......

Yao'er looked at the person in front of him, who was dressed in a cyan coarse cloth shirt, with a cyan turban on his head and a black belt around his waist, looking like an ordinary official in Kou Qing's palace.

Seeing that he is less than forty years old, his body is not fat but very strong, a black and red face, strong flesh and bones stretch the skin of a face tightly, except for some crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, there is no wrinkle on his face.

Yao'er frowned and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The man breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the ground and said, "It turns out that Lord Changshi is still angry, are you okay?" ”

Yao'er said: "Of course the official is fine, what can it be?" ”

The man sneered: "The little one came in just now, called Changshi and didn't see an answer, the little one waited for a while, and saw that he didn't even seem to be breathing, so he took the liberty to try it, and sure enough, he couldn't feel any breath, which really frightened the villain." ”

Yao'er smiled and said: "I see, this is just a technique of vomiting, a method of prolonging life, nothing surprising." Who are you, and what are you doing in the officer's signature room? ”

That person had probably also heard about the matter of tuna health, and he was relieved when he heard it, and when he saw Yao'er asking, he hurriedly bowed and said: "The little one is the head of the kitchen in the yamen of Kou Qing Palace, called Zhong Yuan, and this is to send food tails to Changshi." ”

"Foodtail, what's that?" (To be continued......)