He Qiaoyi has no ambitions, his father is dead when he dies, he thinks very clearly, except for life and death, any grievances and conspiracies are empty talk.

"Eat a day and do a day." He Qiao leaned on the flat sheets, and he sat on the edge of the bed carefully: "I have long advised my mother not to worry about the things of the year, my arms can't twist my thighs, I am not unfilial, my father died inexplicably, and no one feels good when I put it on him, especially those of us who are sons of man, when I first persuaded my mother, I was ready to bear moral scolding."

The little people have no choice, and they have exhausted all their strength just to be alive.

You can accuse them of ignorance of righteousness or of corrupting morals, but you cannot deny that these people are trying to live.

Jiang Banxia finally understood why he chose He Qiaoyi in the first place, they were essentially the same.

"I talked to you a lot today, and I feel much better." He Qiaoyi sighed and said: "I never dare to mention these words in front of my mother, she is already enchanted for my father, and I feel uncomfortable holding back the words in my heart."

"Before I met you, boss, I just wanted to serve my mother for the rest of my life, and it was best to hide my father's affairs for a lifetime, and then I realized that I could actually fight when I met you, boss."

"How are you going to spell?" Jiang Banxia couldn't help but ask, she could understand He Qiaoyi's feelings, but He Qiaoyi's father's death was unclear, and it was at the most turbulent time of the dynasty decades ago.

At that time, a lot of things happened, and the people or things involved were so complicated that it was impossible to start.

He Qiao slapped his hands with his hands: "Of course, I worked hard to climb up, and most of the brocade guards who experienced my father's era have now become Shangguan."

"You want to start with these people and find out about your father's death?" Jiang Banxia asked.

"Pretty much." He Qiaoyi lacks confidence, these are all his assumptions.

Jiang Banxia snorted and laughed: "Your idea is very good but not proper, but you can give it a try."

In fact, a lot of crazy things start out as just a dispensable idea.

Cao Alcohol had just gotten off duty, and he was sweating on a hot day, and he picked up the new folds on the table while undressing.

The little eunuchs rushed forward with basins, pots, and clean silk clothes, and they waited for Cao Alcohol to change into wet clothes.

The little eunuch holding the pot looked up in his eyes, and after exchanging glances with the eunuch next to him, he whispered, "Godfather, Senior Brother Jiang has returned to Beijing."

"Senior Brother Jiang?" Cao Yu sneered, that woman was quite capable, and she made a name for herself in his East Factory.

"It's... It's Senior Brother Jiang. The little eunuch thought he had said the wrong thing, and his head was covered in sweat.

Cao Alcohol interrupted, "When did you come back?"

"Back to Godfather, it's noon." The little eunuch hurriedly replied.

At noon, Cao Yu was welcoming Cao Bingye at Yongding Gate, and he estimated that Jiang Banxia should also come back at that time.

Cao Ol wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and he called the little eunuch beside him: "Now call someone to me immediately."

"This..."The little eunuch hesitated: "Is it called into the palace?"

Cao Yu slammed his handkerchief: "Do you want our family to go out to see her?"

When the little eunuch heard this, he trotted out of the East Factory in fear.

...

Jiang Banxia wiped his body with some hot water, it is not easy to boil a pot of hot water, waste firewood costs water, He Qiaoyi has no well at home, and he has to walk two or three alleys to use water, and he can't carry a few buckets of water in one trip, and he has to eat and wash, which is not enough at all.

The conditions are limited, and she can't be too particular.

The loose linen robe was covered on her body, it was much cooler, although it was not as comfortable as silk but it was cooler, Jiang Banxia lay on the bed with her hair scattered, and she ran around for days and caught up with the summer fatigue, and she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

"Boss! Top dog! He Qiaoyi knocked on the door like a thief: "Your father is looking for you!"

The people from Dongchang came too suddenly, but fortunately, he stopped people quickly, so he didn't alarm his wife.

Jiang Banxia slept lightly, and He Qiaoyi woke up within two knocks on the door.

"Senior Brother Jiang." The little eunuch was very excited: "I finally found you, my godfather is waiting in the East Factory."

The expression on the little eunuch's face didn't seem to be fake, he saw that Jiang Banxia was sleepy-eyed, and he didn't wear a coat or tie his hair, so he was anxious and wanted to help.

"Wait a minute." It's a pity that Jiang Banxia was not in a hurry at all, and only after closing the door did he put on it slowly.

Cao Alcohol, the old fox, didn't know what he was planning.

Dongchang is very busy during the day, and it is already afternoon when Jiang Banxia arrives, and the scorching sun outside scorches the earth, and dozens of large wooden basins filled with water are placed side by side in the courtyard of Dongchang.

"What is this for?" Jiang Banxia asked curiously.

The little eunuch who took the lead replied: "The water in the West Courtyard is hot, and the godfather is going to wash it for the people in the West Courtyard."

Most of the prisoners awaiting trial are convicted of crimes in the Imperial Prison, but there are also officials who are often held between factories.

Dongchang detained all such officials in the west courtyard, and the courtyard of the west courtyard was covered with a courtyard, and several major doors were locked, and it was not easy to enter.

Jiang Banxia sighed and said that he knew.

The corridor was full of internal supervisors, and the fan in brown clothes and white boots stood in front of a certain door with a knife, and he didn't have to think that Cao Yu must be in that room.

Sure enough, the little eunuch who led the way knocked on the door of the room and said respectfully, "Godfather, Senior Brother Jiang is here."

"Let her in." Cao Yu's tone couldn't hear any emotion.

Jiang Banxia followed into the house, her head drooped slightly, and she saw Cao Yu lying on the collapse, the silk bedclothes were as thin as cicada wings, and some skin could be faintly seen, white and seeping.

"Banxia, please godfather's Ann." Jiang Banxia knelt down.

When she came, she had already thought of a few sycophants, but when she was there, she couldn't say it.

Cao Yu half-closed his eyes and beckoned, "Come closer, let our family take a look."

Jiang Banxia half got up, and she knelt on Cao Yu's leg with two steps on her knees.

"Raise your head and look at our house."

Jiang Banxia was forced to look up at Cao Alcohol, Cao Alcohol's eyes did not have any emotion, and it was as calm as a pond and a quiet lake.

"You're doing a good job this time." After a while, Cao Alcohol spoke: "But the hands and feet are still not clean."

"Godfather?" Jiang Banxia's heart suddenly became apprehensive, and the calmer Cao Yu's tone became, the more scared she became.

"Some things are too much, get up." Cao Yu grabbed Jiang Banxia's arm: "I'll take you to see Banzai in a while."

Jiang Banxia's eyes widened when she heard this, what did Cao Yu mean by taking her to see Emperor Qingwen, could it be... Do you want to blame her?

But what is the sin?

"Banzai just wants to ask about the tea horse, you go, tell Banzai what you know, you didn't hide it from me, and I naturally won't harm you." Cao Alcohol said: "Tell the truth, be sincere."

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