Tan Jin was so happy that he didn't know what to say, these ordinary and even not very good-looking jewelry boxes, after Tan Ran's painting, the style of the whole box was different, it was just like those exquisite styles placed in the shop, this would definitely make money.

"Cousin, you're doing so well, this one will definitely sell for a lot of money!" Tan Jin was so excited that he didn't know what to say, and expressed a lot of thanks to Tan Ran incoherently.

Tan Ran breathed a sigh of relief, Tan Jin ran a lot outside, and he had to be praised for thinking that these things would not be difficult to sell, she comforted him again, and finally said: "Brother Jin, hurry up and get busy, if there is good news, it can be regarded as not in vain." ”

Tan Jin naturally happily loaded all the jewelry boxes, and hurriedly pushed the small truck and began to walk the streets and alleys again.

Tan Ran cleaned up, and estimated that Tan's sister-in-law was almost there, so he went outside the examination room and began to wait.

This time the examination room is the same place last time, when she was looking over there, she couldn't help but look at the county office, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl, I don't know where those two people are now, and in which mansion are they stealing?

Mountains.

It is said to be a mountain, but it is not a mountain.

Someone sat on a thatched roof, watching the sun set, and sneezed coldly.

The boy rubbed his nose, changed his position, and continued to flip through the secret letter in his hand.

"Hubu Shangshu Zhou Yu repaired the imperial mausoleum in the first year of the Jokhang and embezzled 100,000 taels of silver, in the second year of the Jokhang Dynasty, Tongzhou disaster relief embezzled 70,000 taels of silver, and accepted bribes of 200,000 taels from officials in the third year of the Jokhang Dynasty, and he confessed in prison and was sentenced to be beheaded at the noon gate on May 7, fined and confiscated family property, the male was exiled, and the female was used as an official prostitute."

The boy watched as the sun sank little by little, and when the last rays of afterglow dissipated, the boy leaped off, jumped off the roof, and strode out.

A middle-aged scribe in sackcloth stopped him at the door.

"Where are you going?"

The young man condensed his face and said firmly: "Go to the capital." ”

The middle-aged scribe sighed: "You can't save him." ”

"How do you know if you don't give it a try?"

"What if you save his life?" The middle-aged scribe looked at him: "Can we keep him safe?" Can you protect him? ”

The young man had a pair of scarlet eyes and roared, "Then watch him die?" ”

The middle-aged scribe did not speak, but looked at him sadly and pleadingly.

Please, don't go.

Please, live well.

Please, please.

The boy took a step back, the blood in his eyes slowly fading, and a deeper sorrow came to him, and he understood what the scribe had not spoken.

It's just—

"What am I living for?"

The middle-aged scribe was compassionate: "Young master! ”

The young man had calmed down and said, "I won't go to the capital, but I must save Lord Zhou's family." ”

"On the way to exile, the traitors will definitely send people to strangle them."

The middle-aged literati wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the teenager.

"Uncle, as long as I live, more people will die."

"I live, I should live more lives!"

The young man looked at the middle-aged scribe seriously, his body was solemn, his hands were clasped together, he leaned over, and slowly got up: "Uncle, please help me." ”

The middle-aged scribe looked at the young man in front of him, and he didn't know what to think of for a while, and sighed deeply.