In the Anguo Mansion, in the small ear room next to the study, under the dim light the size of a bean, Gu Yilan was taking care of her little sister to drink soup, and in the study room on the side, Mr. Sun was busy drying the ink on the love letter.

On the long street in front of the imperial city, a carriage engraved with the emblem of the palace of King Xin is moving slowly.

Jiang Wenbin was reminding Sun Shangshu in advance that he should take the initiative to send a message to the emperor and mention the matter of replenishing military funds for the north.

At the same time, Qushuifang in the southeast of the capital is still bright, singing and dancing, and He Wenmao, the head of the household, is sitting on the upper floor of Changhuan Academy in Qushuifang, alone in front of a table of wine and food, silently drinking and enjoying the scenery.

He Wenmao sat by the window and drank. He pushed the window open slightly, looking at the scenery outside through the gap in the window lattice, downstairs of the academy, is the Quxi that meanders to the Bibo Lake, on both sides of the Quxi are tall and low, elegant small buildings, these small buildings, including He Wenmao's Changhuan Academy, are all built along the Quxi, and you can see the scenery on the river when you open the window.

On both sides of the river, it is planted with flowers and plants, after nightfall, these elegant small buildings will hang delicate lanterns of different shapes for lighting, the flowers and shadows under the lamp are sparse, there are two or three stone arch bridges on the stream, the pedestrians are scarce, but the scenery is extremely beautiful.

He Wenmao looked through the window lattice, and as far as the eye could see, it happened to be the most famous Jiuyu Academy in Qushuifang. Jiuyu Academy is much more lively than Changhuan Academy, several windows are open, and some people enjoy the scenery and drink and have fun by the windows.

The tall and low elegant buildings along Quxi are actually large and small "academies". The signboard says that the academy and the name is elegant, but in fact, these are all green buildings, but they are more advanced kinds.

But unlike the green building in Yongle Fang in the south of the city, the girls in Qushui Fang are obviously more upscale. Most of the kiln sisters here call themselves book waiters, and many of the girls who operate in Qushuifang don't look amazing on the surface, but in fact, they all have a skill, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are standard, and in a place like Qushuifang, there is no way to take it out and talk about it. If you want to gain a foothold in Qushuifang, you must have outstanding skills.

For example, Yingyu, the waiter of Jiuyu Academy, has outstanding cooking skills and is extremely famous in the community, so many dignitaries and nobles patronize Jiuyu Academy, sometimes not for prostitutes, but simply for a meal.

Of course, Yingyu's table is extremely expensive, and ordinary people can't afford to eat it, so it is a very face-saving thing to treat Yingyu in the room of Jiuyu Academy.

He Wenmao looked out through the window crack of Changhuan Academy, and just happened to be able to see the small guest hall of Jiuyu Academy. There were people in the guest hall inviting guests, and He Wenmao could see two men in green shirts across Quxi, who were pushing the window open and standing by the window to enjoy the scenery.

One of them, He Wenmao, is actually very familiar with him, and he is the staff member of the Zhenguo General's Mansion. The two seemed to be talking happily, even if they were separated by a narrow stream, even if the lights were not bright at night, He Wenmao could still see that the staff gentleman in the Zhenguo General's Mansion seemed to have drunk a lot of wine and couldn't stand steadily, he seemed to be very excited, laughing and patting the other person's shoulder.

And the window next to Yingyu's room was actually slightly open, and there was only one person in the room, like He Wenmao, facing a table of wine and food alone. That person is not an outsider, but also He Wenmao's old acquaintance, Lin Xiang's son Lin Erye.

He is still an unknown six-rank official at the moment, and his official position is not very important, since the retirement of his old man, Second Master Lin seems to be in a worse and worse situation.

He Wenmao sneered slightly, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip gently, quietly waiting for a result.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for another guest in Yingyu's room to leave for some reason, leaving the staff gentleman behind. He Wenmao saw that Yingyu personally took the pot and poured wine for Mr. staff.

After another half an hour, Mr. Staff was drunk and hazy, and staggered away from Jiuyu Academy, after all, even if he was drunk, he knew that spending the night in Jiuyu Academy was very expensive, and the guests had already settled the bill and left, so he couldn't afford Yingyu's dressing fee.

But Mr. Staff is still in a good mood, and it is already a great bargain to be able to eat the banquet renovated by the scholar Yingyu himself in the famous Jiuyu Academy, which is enough for him to reminisce for several months. He was in a good mood humming a little song and walked onto the narrow stone bridge over the Quxi.

And then...... The figure flickered, plopped, and he never crossed the bridge again.

Such a big movement will naturally alarm the people near the stone bridge. Soon, several servants ran out of the academy on both sides of the stone bridge, standing on the stone bridge and looking. However, the staff member was drunk, choked directly after falling into the water, and fainted directly before he even had time to shout for help, missing the opportunity to call for help.

It was pitch black, and the people on the stone bridge looked at the waterside for a long time, but no one called for help, so they went back one by one. He Wenmao showed a satisfied smile at this time, and he directly pushed open the window and looked at the opposite side.

Almost at the same time, Second Master Lin of the Jiuyu Academy on the opposite side also pushed open the window, he nodded slightly towards He Wenmao from afar, and then turned around and left the window. He Wenmao didn't delay, like Second Master Lin, he hurriedly went downstairs and boarded the carriage at the gate of Changhuan Academy.

The wheels turned, and the carriage quickly left Qushuifang. He Wenmao closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair relaxedly, a sneer on the corner of his lips.

Scold...... The people who should be dealt with have already been disposed of, and the rest is up to him. Zhao Zhiliang and Li Xiang wanted his handle, so he handed the handle to them.

However, in this game, who fell into whose trap, it is still unclear!

Who said that he He Wenmao had no way out? The entire military department is his retreat! With Zhao Zhiliang here, no black pot can fall on his head!

Zhao Zhiliang thinks he is safe? As everyone knows, he gave the order from the beginning to destroy the ordnance of the military department and the grain disguised in sand and gravel. Even if it is really found out in the future, the matter was not done by Rong Di people, then he has already prepared a way out for himself.

This ready-made scapegoat is Zhao Zhiliang.

If this Zhao Zhiliang's weight is not enough, then it doesn't matter, there is also Sun Shangshu. As long as he bites the military department and doesn't let go, he can always find someone to carry the black cauldron.

Deficit? Hum! He Wenmao opened his eyes and thought quite confidently. It's not his fault alone! Obviously, the emperor was so happy with his achievements, he was reckless, and he stretched out his hand to the household department every day to let him pull down these uneven deficits.

There is a saying that it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, who has ever understood his difficulties? He has been the head of the household department for so long, obviously he hasn't had too many benefits, and the big head is not in his hands, he is already a rare and honest good official!

Really! It's hard to be an official in Beijing, and life is hard! He Wenmao let out a long sigh, looking very self-pitying.