Looking at the other party's expression of eating flies, Wan Wan was satisfied. She turned around and continued to walk to the other side of the long table with the same posture as Shi Shiran.

Who wouldn't know how to respond to people or something. As for whether the other party would be annoyed and angry and do it directly, Wan Wan didn't think about it at all. She walked up to the tiger eagle with a big heart and inserted two keys into the tiger's mouth. Sure enough, the tiger's head bounced open a slight gap.

Moving away from the tiger's head, Wan Wan took out the warrant and the gold seal from it, just looked at it and relieved the curiosity in her heart and put it back again.

Several celebrities glanced at each other, and they all buried their heads in the affairs at hand, as if nothing had happened. Lie Mubai seemed to have something to say, but looked at his companion who had begun to continue to be busy, and endured it again. After glaring at Guan Qianshan angrily, he sat back indignantly.

The baby-faced Liu Rufeng was sitting closest to Wan Wan at the moment, and he was copying the open file in front of him with a pen like flying, and he looked through the next one, looking very busy.

Wan sat down beside him, grabbed a stack of files and said, "What do you need to rummage through?" ”

Liu Rufeng was stunned for a moment, and then grinned with a bright smile on his face, "Thank you, sir." ——The subordinates are looking for who this Cao Shilang has been in contact with for three years. This Cao Shilang was not an important person, and there was very little information about him. I had to follow his resume and find out the files of those officials with whom he had intersected, hoping to find something. ”

Wan Wan nodded in understanding, and casually pulled a dossier in front of her and rummaged through it.

Jiang Shaoting also returned to the heavy bookshelves and continued his mission. In the huge space, only Guan Qianshan was left standing there, so he was not embarrassed.

Guan Qianshan's face twitched again and again, and finally he lowered his head and walked back to his original position, forcing himself to stabilize himself and deal with the task in front of him first.

Wan Wan read very quickly, and because she had practiced calligraphy and had no difficulty in recognizing traditional characters, she soon lost a lot of the stack of files.

Only after looking at Wan Wan did she know that Tianmen's monitoring of officials was also divided into levels.

Most of the officials here have only a detailed resume. Some of them were recorded in their daily social interactions, as well as some trivial things that the brocade catchers thought were suspicious.

There is also a part of it that is terrible, not only the relatives of the nine clans have been dug up, and the trivial things in the backyard are depicted in detail, that is, when and where a hemorrhoid was broken on which day and where it was recorded in great detail.

There aren't too many people being watched from all angles. Wan Wan sighed in her heart, closed the file and looked at the names and surnames marked on it, and secretly lit a wax for those important ministers.

This work is not as boring as imagined, and the more she looks at it, the more interesting she feels.

The backyard of every important minister is a long-form bloody drama, which is more exciting than any book.

The fire of gossip burned brightly and took possession of Wan Wan's head. Wan Wan, who was looking for the name of Cao Shilang in the gossip, was distracted and thought: The eight famous arrests of Tianmen are ranked according to the direction of the gossip. Bagua Directions,......。

Gossip.

Wan Wan suddenly felt some bad taste from this ranking method.

After turning over a large stack of files, Wan Wan not only gained a few pieces of valuable information, but also gained an answer. As the saying goes, Qin Hui still has three friends. Why didn't any of the courtiers come to visit her when she said she was ill?

Here's the answer. Ming Wanwan has these private gossips in her hands, I'm afraid that few people can be open in front of her, and no one wants to see her dangling in front of her eyes. What's more, such a character is obviously safer to hide.

I know too much gossip, and sure enough, I will have no friends.

These works have already been completed, and with the help of Wan Wan, it will be completed faster. After all the information was collected neatly, the eight famous catchers began to bury their heads in sorting out.

Jiang Shaoting went up to the ground and came back with a copper kettle, and took out eleven large bowls from the hidden compartment under the table and filled them one by one. Handed it to Wan Wan first.

"You can't see an open flame here, you can't cook tea, adults drink some ginger and jujube soup."

Wan Wan thanked her, took a sip, felt that the taste was a little faint and put it aside.

Jiang Shaoting glanced sideways slightly, "Adults are only healed, and it is better to drink some soup than to drink." ”

Wan Wan was stunned for a moment, and then understood what he meant. What kind of drunkard the former lord was? It's not because the wine jar doesn't leave his body every day that makes this person have this persuasion.

Shaking her head, Wan Wan said, "Let's soak it for a while, it hasn't tasted yet." ”

Jiang Shaoting smiled when he heard this, and after dividing the soup, he took out a pen and inkstone and put a blank secret fold on the table, "Now that the adults have returned, today's evening fold is still up to the adults." ”

Every evening at ten o'clock, the Tianmen Mansion has to enter the palace with a secret fold, and the content of the secret fold is whether there is any abnormality in the officials who are being monitored, or some other news that the emperor must know. The secret fold is not limited to the number of one, and if there is anything that suddenly happens, you can also enter the palace with a few more. But even if there is nothing to report, it must be folded into it.

The news collected today is put into a wooden box, and only after Wan Wan has flipped through it can it be sorted into those bookshelves.

There is nothing "heavy" in these news, and Wan Wan really can't choose what the Yan Holy Emperor will be interested in. The fold can't be empty, and you can't write "nothing happens today".

Wan Wan couldn't help but glance at Jiang Shaoting,—— isn't this really here to give Ma Wei?"

She pushed all the papers from under her hand back into the wooden box, and lifted the pen to dip it in loose ink. A dense fold is written.

She wrote about Mrs. Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites today's low-key soup kitchen. It is better to preach good things than to pick bones in eggs. You can't go wrong with something positive.

After writing it, Wan Wan realized that something was wrong, and she couldn't help but chuckle in her heart.

Handwriting!

She writes cursive, but she didn't pay attention to the original owner's handwriting.

Will he be burned to death because he is exposed?

Just when Wan Wan was playing the drum in her heart, she saw that Jiang Shaoting's face was still full of warmth, but there was more nostalgia in her eyes, "I haven't seen adults writing cursive for many years, and this handwriting is still so chic and unpredictable." ”

Ha? The former master was also a cursive writer?! And it looks like Zhang Xu's post is also practicing.

Wan Wan blinked, and suddenly felt that she was so lucky. She quickly regained her senses and asked Jiang Shaoting, "Then why didn't I write cursive later?" ”

"I know that." Liu Rufeng raised his face from those materials and said with a smile: "My lord, after you were promoted to the chief arrester, the first excerpt you wrote to the official family was cursive throughout. The official family gave you a large hairpin flower early in the morning of the second day. ”

"Hairpin post?" The corners of Wanwan's mouth drooped. Isn't that embarrassing? If she had the patience to write hairpins, how could she still choose cursive to practice.

Forsythia raised his head and said, "My lord doesn't have to stick to any words, as long as he can make the official family see clearly." ”

"Ah Feng is so bold that even adults dare to play tricks." Tan Tai Ling pushed away the information in front of him and laughed softly.

Liu Rufeng hurriedly said to Wan Wan: "My lord, my subordinates don't mean to play tricks on you. The subordinates are just single-mindedly solving the doubts of the adults. ”

Wan Wan stretched out her hand to flick him a brain breakdown, and then replaced the blank fold, buried her head and concentrated on controlling the pen in her hand, and wrote out the words one by one.

The information among the several famous catchers was gradually sorted out, and they began to laugh while drinking ginger jujube tea. Only Wan Wan was left there to write bitterly.