"Thank you, master, in fact, this is the result of the master's good command, and the villain has no credit at all."

Yang Qiuchi usually likes to watch "Thick Black Learning", and knows that officials in the officialdom are very taboo about people below to compete for merit, even if you make meritorious service, this credit has nothing to do with the official, and you must attribute all the credit to the official as much as possible, so that the official will treat you as a confidant.

Sure enough, hearing Yang Qiuchi say this, Song Zhixian was even more happy, twisting his goatee and nodding with a smile: "Hehehe...... do you have anything else?" ”

Yang Qiuchi originally wanted to say that there might be other hidden circumstances in this case, but at present, it is just his own speculation, and there are no real clues, so it is inappropriate to say it. said casually: "I want to ask the master, is Widow Xie Hu San's accomplice?" ”

When it came to Widow Xie, Song Zhixian was even more happy: "I don't know now, but the value of Widow Xie is higher than this case!" I'm afraid that the future of this official will fall on this woman, hahaha! ”

Yang Qiuchi was so happy to see Song Zhixian, it seemed that this case of Widow Xie was a bigger case, so he didn't dare to ask more, and waited quietly for Song Zhixian to follow.

After laughing happily for a long time, Song Zhixian twisted his beard and said, "You, you are not an outsider, just tell you the truth." He lowered his voice and continued, "The letter that was searched from Widow Xie was a letter of rebellion!" ”

Yang Qiuchi was shocked, of course he knew what it meant to rebel in ancient times, and what it meant to report the news of other people's rebellion, no wonder this goatee was so happy.

Song Zhixian proudly continued: "This letter is written by Emperor Jianwen's original supervisor, Ye Xixian, who supervised the imperial history, and wrote to others, and the specific content is not to tell you." After a pause, a little secretly, "It's a pity that this recipient named Deqian doesn't know who it is." ”

"Emperor Jianwen? Ye Xixian? For these two people, to be honest, Yang Qiuchi didn't have any concept at all, so he couldn't help but repeat it.

Seeing Yang Qiuchi's puzzled look, Song Zhixian was a little surprised, didn't this little man even know these two people, so he explained: "This, this Emperor Jianwen is the emperor of our Ming Dynasty, the founding emperor Zhu Yuanzhang's emperor, the emperor's grandson, the first emperor fell ill, and succeeded to the throne after his death, but it is a pity that he is heavy, reuses Ye Xixian and other annihilators, defeated, corrupts the dynasty, and now the emperor rises, raises troops on the side of the Qing monarch, and launches the 'Battle of Jingyan', attacking, after attacking the imperial city, Emperor Jianwen is down, and his whereabouts are unknown." Legend has it that burned, burned to death. But this letter is enough, it is enough to show that Emperor Jianwen is not, he is not dead, he is in Zhun, ready to rebel and make a comeback. ”

Yang Qiuchi then understood, it turned out that this Emperor Jianwen was the previous emperor who was overthrown, and this Ye Xixian was his minister, and now this Song Zhixian got their communication, of course, if he got a treasure, he suddenly remembered something and asked: "How could such an important letter fall into the hands of Widow Xie?" ”

Song Zhixian shook his head: "I, I haven't interrogated Widow Xie yet, no, I don't know." ”

Song Yun'er interjected on the side: "Why didn't Daddy interrogate?" Is it too busy? ”

Song Zhixian was a little embarrassed: "No, no, this, this kind of rebellion must be reported to Jin, and Jinyiwei will try it." We can't judge it. I, I have already sent people eight or eight hundred miles to report urgently to Ning, Ningguofu Jin, Jinyi Wei Yamen. ”

Yang Qiuchi understood that the rebellion cases of the Ming Dynasty were under the jurisdiction of Jinyiwei, just like the current National Security Bureau, and ordinary local officials had no right to intervene.

At this time, a doorman guarding the gate of the county government came in and reported: "Master, Yang Chenzuo's mother and daughter-in-law sent a message to say that they have been waiting for Yang Chenzuo to go home at the gate of the county government, and I hope that the master will finish his business and let Yang Chenzuo go back early." ”

As soon as Yang Qiuchi heard that his daughter-in-law was waiting outside, he could immediately know what his daughter-in-law looked like, and when he thought of this, his whole body was full of blood surging up on his head.

Song Zhixian smiled and waved his hand: "Yang Xianzuo, you have worked hard today, go back and rest early." ”

Yang Qiuchi bowed down and agreed, squinted at Song Yun'er, and saw that her face was indifferent, and she didn't know what she was thinking, so she said goodbye and walked out.

There were two big red lanterns hanging on both sides of the yamen, illuminating the front of the door, there were still many pedestrians on the street, and I saw two women standing at the gate from a distance, one old and one young, the young woman was about twenty years old, wearing a light blue dress, holding the old lady beside her with one hand, and the two were talking intimately. These two people must be the old mother and daughter-in-law who borrowed their corpses to resurrect their souls.

Yang Qiuchi took the little black dog and slowly walked through the courtyard in front of the lobby, carefully observing the young woman, only to see that she was slender, convex and concave, very handsome, and very handsome.

Just when Yang Qiuchi's heart was full of beauty, the two women had already discovered him, and one shouted, "Son! One shouted "husband" and greeted him together.

The daughter-in-law is good, now it's time to take a look at the old mother, Yang Qiuchi looked at the old woman carefully, about fifty years old, her hair was gray, her face was full of vicissitudes, she rushed over and grabbed Yang Qiuchi, and shouted in her mouth: "My son! "Son, where did the wind blow you?" Mother thought...... Thought you were ...... Thank God! ”

Yang Qiuchi asked Ai Ai, "I don't know, when I woke up, I slept by a stream...... You, are you my mother? ”

The old woman wiped her tears and looked Yang Qiuchi up and down: "Son, what's wrong with you?" Don't you know your mother? ”

The young woman next to her pulled Yang Qiuchi's sleeve, and tears fell down: "Husband, what's wrong with you?" Why don't you know my mother? ”

Yang Qiuchi turned his face to look at the young woman, and was immediately taken aback, only seeing half of the young woman's face, which was very handsome, but now he found that on the other side of the young woman's face, there was a black spot the size of a wine glass, and on the snow-white and delicate face, there was suddenly such a black spot, which was very shocking.

Yang Qiuchi looked at the young woman stunned, as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, I don't know what the taste is. It turned out that his daughter-in-law looked very scary. Yes, how could such a little beauty of Peugeot marry a poor apprentice if it wasn't for such a scary black spot on her face.

When the young woman saw her husband looking at her like a stranger, her heart sudden, and she grabbed Yang Qiuchi's sleeve tightly and shook it vigorously: "Husband, you don't even know Xiaoxue, right?" I'm your daughter-in-law Feng Xiaoxue! ”

Yang Qiuchi shook his head and said with a stupid look: "Are you really my mother and my daughter-in-law?" I can't remember anything. ”

Mother Yang took Yang Qiuchi's hand: "It's okay, son, you must have been frightened by the strange wind blowing away, and you will remember it slowly, let's go home first." Thank God! Let my son come back safely! ”

Seeing that the old mother felt so sorry for herself, Yang Qiuchi's heart was warm, and her eyes were a little moist. nodded, holding Mother Yang with one hand and Feng Xiaoxue with the other: "Okay, let's go home first!" Where is our home? ”

Yang's mother shook slightly, her son couldn't even remember home, it seemed that the strange wind blew him away, he was not lightly frightened, but even more distressed, and gently patted Yang Qiuchi's arm with tears in her eyes: "My son, go with my mother, let's go home." ”

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