"Is this document going to Yanxiang, Liangzhou, Jizhou, and Changli?" Liang Xia's voice suddenly rose, and Wei Shu immediately listened attentively.

It was Iro who was questioning. As he spoke, his eyes looked at the old official, apparently waiting for him to reply, but the young officer took the lead and spoke:

"I wouldn't have known if I hadn't come to the government office, it turned out that the military hall and the government office were in charge of their own affairs, and I always thought that everyone was together. Just now, the master of the mansion was saying that the sea fishing documents of this military hall were sent to the four major cities, which was simply nonsense......

"You'll die if you don't say a word? Will you die?" The old officer interrupted him suddenly, and with it, a not-so-powerful whiplash was struck.

The young official jumped to the side nimbly, avoiding the punishment from his seniors, and knew in his heart that his words were a little too much, so he smiled wryly and closed his mouth.

"Yes, that's it, clamp and tighten your two pieces of mouth for me, and open a crack again, and all the chores for this month will be yours."

The old man stared at the young man hatefully, until the latter lowered his head, and did not dare to look up again, before he turned to Iro, and said with a smile on his face, "He is new here, and he doesn't understand the rules, so you can bear more."

Iro glanced at the young official and snorted, "I'll just say that it's a little new. Where's the one ahead of me?"

The old official sighed: "Alas, that kid is too stupid, he sent a document that should not have been sent to Changli to Changli, and he was beaten dozens of boards, and he is now recuperating at home, I am afraid that he will not be able to come back."

The lights flickered, and Iro's figure swayed on the ground.

Somehow, Wei Shu felt that he seemed to be a little depressed. But soon he let out another "oh", lifted the bag on his shoulder, and said, "If you make a mistake, you should be punished. If you want to say that, I'm also wrong today, and I shouldn't ask too much."

"Where, where, you are the scrivener, which of these documents you can't read? What can't you ask? If you want me to say that you should ask more, lest these newcomers don't know anything." The old official hurriedly started haha.

"That...... It's the same with you, it's very important to be in charge of confidential documents, and it's rare that you two are so conscientious that you come to deliver documents at night." Iro laughed too.

The two old fritters quickly diverged from the topic, turning big things into small things and small things into nothing, and the pavilion library was light and light.

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The next day, the sea fishing documents issued by Mang Tai in the name of the military hall were not pressed in the cabinet treasury, but were sent to the four major cities under the personal supervision of the government leader.

This is the biggest force of the White Frost City Mansion in the "Ton Qing Festival Murder Case", and then, the government seems to be tired and ruthless, the lord of the government is the first to call it sick, and the Fu Cheng and others also fell ill one after another, and the entire government is filled with the smell of decoction of herbs in the next few days, as if the Sanjin courtyard is also sick.

Iro's life was very leisurely.

They live in the government, they eat in the government, and they do errands. For three days in a row, he never took half a step out of the palace, only circled around a few must-go places.

However, on the fourth day, it coincided with the rest of the decade, and at dusk, Yi Luo changed into an extraordinarily bright lake-green ink brocade robe, and stepped out of the gate of the mansion with his feet raised. ….

"Yo, are you going to meet that honey again?" In the alley on the side of the mansion, a familiar colleague met Yi Luo and joked with him with a smile.

Mi Mi Er is a trick in the private prostitution street, born with skin and snow, quite famous, very popular among the officials of the government, many of whom are ministers under her skirt.

Iro solemnly waved his sleeves and said, "You don't want to ruin my reputation. I'm going home."

The colleague had an expression of "I understand that everyone is a man", and said with a smile: "Go home, go home, go home and mix oil in honey."

Iro rolled his eyes at him, "Horses gallop in the grassland, but rats only burrow in the grass."

This is a proverb of the Laigu people, which means "a dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth".

After a few jokes, Iro separated from his colleague and walked out of the alley alone and hired one

Zhang ox cart slowly went to the south of the city.

The private prostitution street where Mimier is located is located in the south of the city, and the original name of this street was "Hekou Street".

In the past, when the Canghe River was not diverted, you could see the mouth of the river in the distance when you stood on the street. However, that was a long time ago, and now, the name of Hekou Street is rarely remembered, but it is the private prostitution parlors that are full of streets, so that the name of "private prostitution street" is also called, and the town is full of people who come to buy drunk and seek pleasure.

Iro seemed to be very familiar with this place, and after getting off the ox cart on the side of the street, he took a leisurely stride from the street to the end of the street, and at the end, with a wave of his green robe, he turned into a small courtyard hung with apricot red gauze lanterns, and next to the lintel of the small courtyard hung a small square with a silk veil bottom, on which were written the words "Xinghualou".

After a while, the corner door of the backyard of Xinghualou suddenly opened, and four men wearing the same gray cloth shirts and pants and porters came out.

After the four of them came out, they immediately spread out in four directions, and Wei Shu, who had been waiting for a long time at the corner of the street, saw this, threw down the half-eaten oily fruit in his hand, got up, and followed the porter who was heading north from a distance.

Clothes can be changed, body shape can be changed, and voice can be changed, but the weight of the steps and the rhythm of breathing are difficult to change.

Therefore, even though Iro's disguise at this time was no different from the real porter, and the four of them were still scattered in the same appearance, Wei Shu still recognized him at a glance.

I know that this guy is not simple.

Wei Shu embellished Yi Luo all the way, thinking about the purpose of this government scrivener's trip, and felt that he was staring at him correctly.

Speaking of which, this private prostitution street is not unfamiliar to Wei Shu, and the Sanchun Pavilion where Hua Zhen and that Sun Dashou had a secret meeting is on this street.

Unexpectedly, Iro also took this place as a foothold, which shows that this mixed place is indeed the easiest to hide dirt and dirt, and it is also the most favored by those who hide their heads and tails.

Iro didn't know he was being targeted.

After disguising himself as a porter, he even changed his walking posture: he shrunk his shoulders, lowered his head, and walked carefully, as if the bustling street market would eat people, and imitate the appearance of the lowly servitude people vividly.

It seems that this government scrivener is not only good at forging official documents, but also good at disguise, and it must not be the first time.

Wei Shu was also dressed in men's clothes at this time, but he was dressed as a male servant in a noble family, and the clothes were stolen from the old man's house, and he had to return them for a while, so as not to punish the little Song slave who was doing the laundry.

Yao Jishan