Chang Le blinked and said with a smile: "Yes, sue Taishou for abusing his wife." ”

"You're going to lose this case, not win."

Zhang Changxiu told her the result very indifferently, afraid that she would not be able to walk well, so he grabbed her wrist again.

"Ouch, slow down."

Chang Le was proud of his long legs, but he still couldn't catch up in a hurry, and couldn't help complaining. Sensing that he slowed his pace, he continued to ask.

"Why am I losing?"

"If you accuse me of abusing my wife, I may also accuse you of being jealous and losing your woman's virtue; External rumors of widowhood and loss of women's words; The cloak is mad and crazy, and there is a loss of femininity; disturbing the family house is a loss of women's merit. Plus three more years without children. All the piles are reasonable. ”

Chang Le heard him say it so reasonably, and a strange thought came out of his heart, and he was a little happy.

"What you are saying is that I do not abide by the four virtues, and I commit seven crimes. Isn't that sentence just a divorce for you to leave me? ”

Zhang Changxiu's body froze, looked back at her, and smiled.

"If you sue in court, if I am willing, it will be a letter of resignation, and if I am responsible, it is not impossible for you to squat in prison and suffer."

"You! Where is such a truth? ”

"This official is according to the law."

"Where is the law?"

"The Law of the Great Clan."

Chang Le stuck out his tongue in dissatisfaction: "It's not your own law." ”

Zhang Changxiu glanced at her: "This official has always acted in accordance with the law. ”

"It's not fair."

Chang Le blinked, and his momentum weakened.

In ancient times, when women's status was low, and there was the ethics of wives taking their husbands as the key link, no matter how reasonable she was, it was impossible for her to twist it. She still understands the truth of eggs touching stones.

Zhang Changxiu sighed: "Everything is everything, where is there a principle of constancy?" I can only try to be fair. ”

"If you really care about my life-saving grace, the next time I beat the drum to complain, you will choose to divorce me. Don't forget. Chang Le ignored his melancholy and raised his eyebrows out of tune.

……

In the back hall of the yamen, the yamen sent tea up, and looked at Chang Le's gaze very strangely.

Taishou really brought his wife to the yamen, it seems that the two are peaceful, could it be that they have reconciled?

Just now, the other brothers also said that the old man Taishou pulled his wife in.

Taishou's house is finally going to be peaceful!

The two parties did not pay attention to the eyes of the officials present, and each thought about their own things.

"Chang Le, listening to the description of the portrait, how is your skill?"

Chang Le heard him ask this question again, and said impatiently: "What do you think of your head drawing?" ”

"Be careful when you talk outside!" Zhang Changxiu frowned.

In the government, his authority still needs face.

Chang Le ignored it, took a sip of tea and said, "Should you let me help you draw a portrait of a prisoner?" Don't you have painters? ”

"They ......"

Zhang Changxiu couldn't say a word, and his eyes motioned to the master next to him, asking the master to show the portrait to Chang Le.

There was a person in front of him, and Chang Le raised his eyelids lazily. With just one glance, a mouthful of tea squirted out.

not only sprayed a painting, but also sprayed the master's body.

This is indeed a personal picture.

Shoehorn face, brass bell eyes, large nose, thick lips, thick eyebrows. They all have them, but they don't look like a normal person together. To put it mildly, it's a toddler's stick figure.

A smile welled up and flowed through his teeth. The voices grew louder and louder, and the laughing room was embarrassed.

Zhang Changxiu was also helpless.

Based on the descriptions of the five people, the painter painted five completely different paintings. In the end, it was reluctantly integrated, and it became like this.

The thirteen counties did not have a suitable painter for the yamen, and in the end, they could only blame the thirteen counties for not being prosperous enough. In prosperous places like Gyudo in Gangnam-gun, there are countless painters who can accurately draw portraits of prisoners, but unfortunately he can't have them.

If he hadn't been cornered, he wouldn't have dragged Chang Le to the mansion.

After all, the portraits are not right, and it is impossible for the prisoner to recognize him when he stands in front of him.

"I'm so sorry." Chang Le easily held back his laughter, bowed half to his master, and apologized.

The master just finished wiping the saliva on his face, and hurriedly returned a full salute: "Madame is polite." Crying and laughing, he returned to Zhang Changxiu's side.

"I see. Don't worry, I'm going to paint a better picture than this. Chang Le seriously promised, then leaned on the armrest and leaned over to look at him, "However, you have to promise me two conditions, no, three." ”

"On what terms?" Zhang Changxiu could vaguely guess something.

Chang Le stretched out his slender fingers.

"One is that you can't beat me anymore."

There was silence in the audience, only the eyes of the big drama shuttled back and forth.

Zhang Changxiu's black face: "Okay." ”

"The second is to let me go out of the house at will."

He expected this, and wanted to ask her if she was going out to find a mate. In view of the fact that he was in front of his subordinates, he couldn't help but ask. can't let others know that his wife wants red apricots out of the wall.

Chang Le waited a little displeased: "I'll just go out of the house, and I won't do anything to be sorry for you." ”

After speaking, he was a little hesitant.

Drawing a picture of the spring palace of him and the guards, shouldn't you be sorry for him?

Well, it doesn't count!

Finding Chang Le's hesitation, Zhang Changxiu seemed to feel an invisible turtle shell quietly carrying on his back, and the hand holding the armrest was rioting: "You can't go out of the house alone." ”

He comforted himself in his heart: endure the small for the big, endure the small for the big!

"Ten miles will follow me."

"I'll send someone to accompany you."

Chang Le's eyes changed, and he didn't accept this suggestion: "Then I won't paint." ”

"Don't ask for those ten miles." Zhang Changxiu is very neat and tidy.

"Beast!" Chang Le stood up and pointed at his nose and scolded, "Threaten me with such despicable means!" ”

Zhang Changxiu was indifferent and smiled lightly: "Aren't you also taking advantage of the fire to rob now?" It's your only chance to get out of the house, you've figured it out. ”

The back hall was tense for a while, and the amount of information was quite large. The master and several officials standing at the scene swallowed their saliva and buried themselves in pretending to be ostriches.

It looks risky, and they regret standing here.

"I agree that it is not okay." Chang Le reluctantly gave in, and said with a sly smile, "Third, I have to use a fine charcoal pen to draw it, and you can see if you can buy it." ”

She simply marveled at her wit.

The yamen bought charcoal, or used it to solve the case. Isn't this a strong official propaganda?

As long as she draws well this time, then this wave of publicity is stable, and the source of customers is not rolling in.

At that time, at Liu Chengyan's place, maybe she can take advantage of this to ask for some more shares. It's beautiful to think about.

"What kind of fine charcoal is it?" Zhang Changxiu said curiously.

Chang Le thought about it for a while, and pretended to think: "I don't know how to describe it, anyway, it's a very fine charcoal, charcoal of charcoal." It's a pen I've been working with for a long time, and I don't know where it is. ”

Seeing that it was so troublesome and unreliable, Zhang Changxiu thought she was teasing herself: "You can't use a pen? ”

"This ...... I won't use a pen. ”

Chang Le was thinking about how to lead to Baguizhai, and a yacha spoke.

"Back to the master, my subordinates should have seen the kind of pen that Madame said."

Zhang Changxiu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that there was really such a pen: "Where?" ”

"Eight return to fasting. A shop in Pure Water Lane sells calligraphy and paintings. Yacha looked a little embarrassed.

Chang Le's gaze on him was different. She didn't believe that the sharp-beaked monkey gills in front of her, who looked frail, went to buy serious books to read. Inexplicably, he was looking forward to it, did he buy the picture of the Spring Palace painted by himself to see.

Zhang Changxiu swept Chang Le's cunning expression, and secretly said that he was tired, and arranged quietly: "Okay, you go and buy it back." ”

"Yes."

After the yacha left, a headhunter came in and reported that he had brought the five witnesses.

Zhang Changxiu arranged for them to wait in the side hall.

Chang Le was lying on the arm of the chair and was about to fall asleep, when the yacha came back with charcoal.

This is the first time Chang Le has seen the willow branch charcoal strips sold by Liu Chengyan after processing.

The charcoal pen is about four or five inches long, half of which is blackened into charcoal, and the other half is painted with vermilion lacquer to hide the original material. The vermilion lacquer also used gold dust to write a "eight" character.

It looks very tall.

Zhang Changxiu took the charcoal strip in his hand and looked at it carefully, his face was a little ugly, and he looked at Chang Le's eyes meaningfully: "This is made of willow branches?" ”

Chang Le rolled his eyes as if unintentionally, avoiding his inquiring gaze. She was a little jealous of his insight.

Seeing through her weakness, he seemed to know the truth about Chang Le's folding willows all day long. What kind of folding willow affection, he is afraid that he thinks too much. Even if it is affection, the object is not him.

With the word "eight" on his fingertips, he remembered the "eight return to fasting" in his heart.

Voices rang out in my head.

……

"Wouldn't it be fair for him to abandon me as a cover, and to say that I am widowed?"

“…… The life of the mistress was so difficult that she had to receive favors from outsiders. ”

"I heard that Shili has often been out of the back door recently, and the eldest lady also went out today, and she just came back."

"When did you learn to draw?"

……

Syllable.

There was a crisp sound, and the whole room was blinded. They all stared at Zhang Changxiu blankly, I don't know where he got angry, and the charcoal in his hand was broken into several sections. Immediately, they all bowed their heads.

Chang Le watched silently, and her intuition told her. It was she who provoked this Taishou-sama.

Zhang Changxiu threw the charcoal on the table beside him, the charcoal made a crisp sound, and patted the dust on his hands.

"Let's go buy another sprig."

"Yes, my subordinates will go here."

Yacha, who had just bought charcoal, hurriedly took over the task, slipped under his feet, and escaped from the back hall with a depressing atmosphere.

The master licked his somewhat dry lips, and said boldly: "Is this charcoal what Madame wants?" ”

Zhang Changxiu's gaze shot over.

Chang Le swallowed his saliva and laughed dryly: "It's really, it's true." ”

"That'll be fine." The master wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to be wood.

"This kind of willow charcoal, why haven't you heard of it before?" Zhang Changxiu turned the teacup, "Madame is well-informed. ”

The words of yin and yang are strange, Chang Le can't hear them, but he doesn't know where he suspects.

Will you know all about her selling strokes?

In short, before the other party says it, you must not expose yourself.

"Happened to see you."

Zhang Changxiu nodded in belief, whether he really believed that only he knew.