The cell was cleaner than the others, and the straw was knee-high, and Chen Mian rolled up his sleeves and spread the two futons brought by the steward, and patted it very solidly.

"Dad, you can sleep."

Chen Buhou stood far away, leaning his neck and admiring the moon through the window where the light came in.

"The clouds are too thick tonight, why don't I accompany you in the next game?"

"Well, that's fine." Chen Buhou lowered his eyes, the lights were squeezed into the cell by the narrow passage, and the light and shadow jumped playfully at the corners of his bent mouth.

I'm still in the mood to play chess after squatting in prison...... The cell head stood and listened, his eyebrows rose and fell like waves, and he pulled his legs out of the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.

"When did the Criminal Department give such good treatment to the prisoner?"

Li Chongshan stood behind the bookcase and instructed the steward to remove the books on the shelf and sweep the ashes, holding a feather duster in his hand, and he didn't look at the cell head once.

"Your Uncle Guo Rui Guo has been in charge of the Criminal Department for the past few years, and he hasn't handled a few decent cases, but he has made the cell the same as his own home, and I will go to sit down one day, and tea and snacks should be indispensable to me, right?"

The cell boss bowed his head and was about to say "yes", when a stirring spirit hurriedly strangled the words that rushed to his lips.

"Lord Guo doesn't come to the prison much on weekdays."

The cell boss told the truth, they could see Guo Rui for three months of the year, and they really wanted to go to the temple to burn incense and make a vow, so they said a good word for him.

"The people at the bottom are all rough people, at most they can play with elephant plays, how can that place be filthy to bring Go away, the two Chen adults are playing chess in the air."

"He's at ease." Li Chongshan kept moving, and the steward did not mean to slow down and send the cell boss.

The cell boss arched his hand, and his maid led him to get the money.

"Daddy." Li Bozhang came in with a book, and saw the gold dust under the window, "I found the book you wanted, and I only have one self-cleaning one." ”

The steward came over and took it, and put it in a small pile with the side of the desk.

Li Bozhang walked and picked up the book casually and flipped through it, it was also written by Zhang Zijie, "Dad likes to read Zhang Zijie's books recently?" ”

There are still some fine dust left on the book cover, which shows that it has rarely been read before.

"Childe, these books are going to be burned, and it's unlucky to stay at home." The steward dusted off his sleeve and the book cover.

"Burned? It's not an anti-book, why burn it. ”

The father and son of the Li family have always been book lovers, and when they saw that the green tendons on Li Bozhang's forehead were bursting out, the steward stepped forward and persuaded: "It's not that the book is unlucky, it's that the person who wrote the book has committed something and has affected them!" ”

……

There are few officials in Beijing who know Zhang Zijie.

When the news snowflakes spread to the yamen, the people who heard it were stunned for a moment, the tea on their lips snorted, and they asked softly in a self-righteous and shallow tone for a long time: "What kind of character is Zhang Zijie?" ”

Everyone else had the same look, and they flipped through the table in a panic to see if there were any books related to Zhang Zijie, but no one could answer.

The entourage who still runs errands for the officials and lords has a flexible brain, divides one or two portions of the good tea that the master eats on weekdays, wraps it in red paper and asks a few relocated officials from other places, and only when he comes back has something to say.

"I don't think this man has made any great achievements in his studies, and although he has published a few decent books, the contents are not in vain...... There is also the name of the bookstore, which is unheard of on weekdays. ”

A room of only a book with Zhang Zijie's name printed on it was found under the table leg, and the words on the pages were blurred, and one or two rows could be faintly distinguished, and it was very difficult to read.

"How could such a talented student be able to enter the eyes of Chen Shoufu, and dare to claim to be a student of Shoufu!" One of them threw the book out the door, and finally concluded: "Someone must want to tarnish the reputation of the great Confucian!" ”

The entourage outside the door suddenly shouted: "Master Shi is here, and he is carrying such good goods." ”

Everyone immediately fell silent, and the entourage had already turned sideways to let Shi Zhangbi in, thanked him one after another, and squeezed his eyebrows to give the adults in the room a look.

"Master Shi."

If you are not on an errand in a department, you have to talk about belonging first and then ask about the grade, the yamen to which these people belong is not as good as Shi Zhangbi, the standing side is tilted to the side, and the person on the seat gets up to move the place for him.

"You guys had a lively chat, but you didn't talk about it when I came, treating me as an outsider?"

When he finished taking a sip of tea, the officials inside were pushed out by the others a little bigger, and said with a smile: "It's too late for the lower officials to get close to the adults, isn't it that the news of Chen Shoufu's imprisonment is spreading, and a few of us have a few words." ”

Shi Zhangbi nodded "um", "It's good to know rap, I won't be here either, everyone will use this matter as a pastime after tea and dinner in private, but don't talk nonsense on the serious table." ”

"It's good for adults to put a hundred and twenty hearts, who doesn't spare their lives."

The rest nodded in agreement.

Shi Zhangbi only sat for a moment, and everyone couldn't hold back, so they only heard him say that he was going to other yamen, so they went with him.

"Shall we really listen to him?"

The six duty rooms live under one roof every day, and their horizons are within the range of one acre and three points of land, but they are different, they deal with people above and below every day, whether they hear people or see them with their own eyes, they all think that Shi Zhangbi is Zhu Bajie who looks in the mirror, and he is not a person inside and out.

"Master Li asked him to pass on the word, you have to be careful whether he is true or not, I still say the same thing, who doesn't spare his life."

"Why don't we take this opportunity to submit to King Qi?"

"I thought that King Han would not suffer, but I heard that the money given by the Han Palace's staff was sour."

"King Qi is not bad, a few days ago, Princess Qi specially pulled fiber for the doorman, half of our room went to the house, and the rest of our lives were settled."

Shallow...... Everyone rolled their eyes, but their minds couldn't help but think wildly about it.

The person who exonerated them at first stood up: "It's not urgent at the moment, the more windy and rough the day, the more you can see the ability, and let's see whether King Qi is still majestic this time, or King Han stands out." ”

Or kill a dark horse in the siege.

"I'm betting on the king."

"King Han."

"Follow...... I am with the king of Han, because the emperor loves him. ”

"Don't choose either, I'll bet on the others!"

Stacks of broken silver with white flowers were soon piled up on the desk, and their respective attendants entered the door to count the silver and record it in the book, so that when the results were revealed, someone would be able to settle the account.

……

The fruit was temporarily fostered by Li Qingchi's side, and he accompanied Li Qingchi to run around the yard during the day, and the fat on his stomach quickly subsided, and his coat was smooth and black and shiny, not much worse than the big girl's black hair, and she walked majestically.

She is used to sleeping in Ruan Miaoling's house, and she has to rest on her feet at night and keep vigil for her master, which is more useful than a maid.

It took up the errand of serving Li Qingchi, and the night watchman could only go to the ear room to lay the floor.

When the maid blew out the lamp, Guozi opened her eyes on time and jumped to the edge of the bed, Li Qingchi had already lifted the quilt and took out a plate of snacks.

"One for you, one for me." Li Qingchi said, but he bit a piece of osmanthus cake in half, ate it himself, and intimately sent it to the mouth of the fruit.

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