Ye Qing's eyes were like torches, and he looked at Chen Yuming and said solemnly: "The grass people just want to know the weight of Elder Xie in the hearts of the prefects. ”

"In the same way, how much does the grass people occupy in the hearts of the prefect."

Chen Yuming, whose eyes were slightly narrowed, stared coldly at the handsome and gentle face in front of him.

The scene suddenly cooled down.

Ye Qing knew that Chen Yuming had guessed what he was thinking, but he didn't speak at the moment, he wanted to clearly state his thoughts.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists and bowed, and said solemnly:

"The grass people have provoked Shan Gongzi, and now they are in a prison, in order to protect themselves, they can only rely on the towering tree of Xie Lao to make the choice of leaving their hometown."

"But the grass people don't want to leave the place where they grew up, so they want to ask the prefect for an errand, so they made this decision."

Hearing this, Chen Yuming's face softened, and he frowned:

"You ask the official for an errand, even if the official gives it to you, it's just a mere official, and in this Huaiyang City, you still can't escape Shan Dan's palm."

"With your poetry and calligraphy, it is a better choice to go to Yingchuan Academy with Xie Lao, or go north, I don't believe the reason why you don't want to leave your hometown!"

Shaking his head and Ye Qing, who was full of seriousness, said resolutely:

"Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, there is a way that literati are light, not to mention that the grass people are lowly people, and the crisis of following Xie Lao will be even greater."

"Maybe you became famous for a while, but you don't know where you died in a few days, and you didn't leave a whole body."

"But follow the prefect, because you are fair and honest, and know how to make good use of people, the grass people can not only get safe protection, but also get equal promotion opportunities."

After hearing these words, Chen Yuming's expression was a little moved, and he stared at Ye Qing's resolute face with great meaning.

After listening to Ye Qing's grievances before, he knew that Ye Qing was brave and strategic.

But I didn't expect that Ye Qing's temperament was so calm, and the city government was quite deep, and in a short period of time, he analyzed the pros and cons thoroughly.

He resolutely gave up the most convenient shortcut and chose to take a dangerous road full of thorns.

Suddenly, Chen Yuming thought of something, and asked, "Is this what Zhang Xiuran meant?" ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Qing, who shook his head again, replied decisively:

"It was the decision of the grass people, Zhang Gongzi asked the grass people to follow him and promised to be rich, but the grass people didn't want to be a servant, and they had no freedom and dignity, so they politely refused him."

Chen Yuming, who felt that it was reasonable, stood up after bowing his head, and said as he walked out:

"You know that your official is fair and honest, so you will definitely not open the back door for you and let you directly become a servant."

"If you want to enter the government, you have to follow the rules of divine revelation to help the government solve major cases."

"After that, the official will hand you a file, don't say that the official has no scruples about Xie Lao's face."

"Grass people Ye Qing, thank you, Lord Prefect!"

Ye Qing bent his knees without hesitation, knelt on the ground, folded his hands in front of his forehead, and solemnly bowed to the back of the person who walked towards the door.

gave Ye Qing the opportunity to change his fate, and he was rebuilt with grace, and this worship came from the bottom of his heart.

His footsteps stopped, and Chen Yuming, who looked back sideways, leaked an approving smile from the corner of his serious mouth.

Then he opened the door and walked out.

Qi Heng, who was guarding the door, looked at Ye Qing who was kneeling on the ground, and his pupils shrank sharply.

……

Inside Changping Fang.

Shan Dan, who was contemplating his eyebrows, his hair was scattered and drooping, and the wolf hair soaked in ink in his hand hovered on the blank rice paper.

Until a drop of thick ink on the tip of the wolf's pen gathers and drips, and a dark plum blooms on the rice paper.

He let out a long sigh and threw the wolf into the pen wash in frustration, splashing a few drops of crystal ink and spilling them on the mahogany table.

The handsome face of the abundant god like jade showed the meaning of irritability.

Shan Dan said in a low voice: "Damn, why can't this son make a good pair, not to mention the absolute that can be passed down for hundreds of generations!" ”

As he spoke, Shan Dan sat down on the chair dejectedly, his wide and loose cloud shirt stained with ink, and then unfolded, like opening a picture of a hundred flowers.

Under his feet, there was rice paper full of words, and dense black characters made people dizzy.

If you look at it carefully, the words on it are all thin characters.

From the different thickness of the strokes, to the same thickness of the strokes, but the stroke is obscure, and then to the sharp edge of the pen, but the bones are missing.

It can be seen that Shan Dan has studied seriously for a long time.

However, compared to Ye Qing's original post pressed under the white jade paperweight on his desk.

His copy has no form, no soul, and no spiritual charm.

Squeak!

The door of the house was pushed open, and the maid stood at the door with a mahogany tray with food, and asked Shan Dan cautiously:

"Childe, you haven't eaten for a day and a night, do you want to eat some?"

"Get out!"

The timid maidservant, when she heard this irritating word, suddenly trembled, and hurriedly turned away.

Shan Dan, who had rested for a while, took a deep breath, stood up again, and took out a wolf pen from the pen holder, which was just soaked in ink.

Squeak!

The door was opened again.

"Get out!" Shan Dan frowned and scolded again.

Stompe!

Steady footsteps from far to near.

Shan Dan raised his head and looked at the person angrily.

When he saw Zheng Ming's eternal indifferent expression, he put the pen on the inkstone, took a sip of the tea that had been cold for a long time, and asked:

"Captain Zheng, what's the matter?"

Zheng Ming, who was standing in front of the table just now, clenched his fists and said:

"Childe, Xie Daru and Governor Chen went to the prison together half an hour ago, accompanied by Zhang Xiuran and Guan Ziya."

"I saw Ye Qing being framed out by Xie Daru and Governor Chen, his chest and abdomen were covered with blood, and he was severely whipped!"

"In addition, the family of the Drunken Xiang Pavilion Turtle Gong has been caught, and it is just outside the door!"

Crash!

The four treasures of the study room on the table fell to the ground with Shan Dan's struggle, the inkstone was broken, and the pen wash was torn apart, like the water of ink jade wetting a large piece of rice paper, and fainting into light ink.

"Damn, this dog thing is really lucky, it was found by Xie Daru and rescued him."

"That Zhang Xiuran is really looking for death, a rich boy who came from nowhere, dares to go against this son!"

Sen Ran's angry rebuke came out, and Shan Dan's face was full of hideousness.

In the next moment, Shan Dan only felt that it was dark in front of him, staggered back two steps, and slumped on the chair.

The body that has not slept or eaten for a day and a night, after this violent emotional fluctuation, is finally a little unbearable.

Zheng Ming didn't say a word, waiting for Shan Dan's explanation.

After a few big gasps, Shan Dan picked up the teapot that didn't have much left and poured a few sips of herbal tea, which soothed a little.

Click!

The teapot was casually thrown on the ground by him, and the broken and splashed porcelain pieces cut through several sheets of rice paper.

He stared at Zheng Ming directly, and said:

"It's been two days, when will Ye Qing's miscellaneous family be found?"

"Yu Gongzi, I am incompetent, and I haven't found out where his family has gone."

Zheng Ming's face was expressionless, and he bowed down with his fists in a loud voice.

Yin Ji's eyes scanned the table, but he didn't find anything to take advantage of, Shan Dan could only clench his fists and twitch a few times.

After a few breaths, Shan Dan calmed down and said quickly:

"Deal with the tail cleanly, don't implicate this son and you, these times, continue to stare at Ye Qing, and his family must be found!"

"In addition, we must find out Zhang Xiuran's family history as soon as possible!"

"Yes, Childe!"

Zheng Ming should get down, then turned around and left.

Outside the door.

A general-looking woman wearing a clean new cotton coat with a silver bracelet and a silver hairpin, and a young boy wearing an equally clean new cotton coat and looking at a tiger's head and tiger brain, were bound with hemp rope and a rag in their mouths, kneeling on the dead stone slab of Jiang Nan.

When the mother and son saw Zheng Ming coming, they stopped their whimpering for a long time and let them out again.

His eyes were full of tears, full of fear, and he quickly lowered his head.

"Jiang Nan will die where you kneel." Zheng Ming spoke in a low voice.

The woman's whimpering stopped abruptly, and she looked up in disbelief, after taking a few breaths at Zheng Ming's expressionless face, which could be called indifferent.

The fear in her eyes turned to hatred, and she twisted her waist violently and hit her head on Zheng Ming's leg hard.

Zheng Ming, who did not move, bent down, grabbed the hemp rope with his right hand, and lifted the woman up in the air with one hand, and then picked up the child in the same way.

Then he strode out and said:

"You two are lucky, you don't have to die here, after you go out, leave Huaiyang City quickly."

……

Youzheng is just over.

Zhengde Fang.

The backyard of Zai's Chinese Medicine Museum.

Ye Qing, who was bare-chested and bare-chested, stood in the kitchen, carrying a pot in one hand and a spoon in the other, busy in full swing.

was chopped into half an inch long, and the oily large intestine stirred and exuded an attractive fragrance, accompanied by Ye Qing's arm shaking from time to time, turning up in the pot and flying in the air.

Mr. Zai, who kept swallowing saliva, looked at this spoon-shaking stunt, and his eyes bloomed with a shining light.

"Qing Xiaolang, the iron pot you let us build is really easy to use, and your ability to make the dishes fly in the pot, how did you practice, the old man has practiced for a long time, but he can't understand the skills, just tell the old man?"

As the dry pot fat sausages fly, the fragrance emitted becomes more and more attractive.

made Ye Qing's good mood even more excited.

He glanced at the greedy old Chinese medicine doctor next to him, and said with a smile: "Okay, there are many troubles these days, and I will leave this ability to turn the pot to you." ”

"A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase!"

Mr. Zai immediately stretched out his hand, and his palm was facing Ye Qing.

Ye Qing smiled angrily: "Mr. cub, I'm stir-frying, don't make trouble." ”

"Hahahahaha, okay, the old man doesn't make trouble!"

……

More than a quarter of an hour later.

Ye Qing came to the stone table in the courtyard with a plate of stir-fried vegetables.

The starry sky surrounded the bright half-moon, casting a hazy glow on the flickering candle-lit courtyard.

"It's okay, the old man is dying of hunger."

When the greens were placed on the table, Mr. Zai couldn't wait to come up, took a deep breath, and showed an intoxicated happy smile on his face.

The rich medicinal fragrance in the garden can't cover the aroma of the three dishes on the table, and it is even more fragrant, which makes people's appetite move.

"A good meal is not afraid of being late, and a good thing is not afraid of being late. Let's get started. ”

Ye Qing smiled and patted the non-existent dirt on his hands, sat on the chair, and just picked up the chopsticks, Mr. Zai had already begun to feast.

Seeing this, Ye Qing put down his chopsticks with a smile and picked up the wine jug to pour wine for the two.

Zizi!

A mouthful of fat intestines and a sip of wine, happy tears flowed from the corners of Mr. Zai's mouth.

He picked up a green vegetable again, biting one end, ready to suck it into his mouth.

The next moment he froze.

I saw that Ye Qing did not drink the wine in the cup, but raised his glass to the moon, and then sprinkled it on the ground with a solemn expression.