Sangsang answered, ready to begin her favorite task of counting silver. At this moment, Ning Que suddenly remembered something, hurriedly stopped her, and took out a foundation box from her chest. He hesitated for a moment before handing it to her and said, "It was sent by a lady named Dew Drop from the brothel." She...... A good person.

In fact, he once begged Dew Drop with his handsome face for this basic case. His main purpose was to cheer Sang-sang up. As for why he added the word "good person", it was because he was worried that Sangsang would not like the status of those ladies in the brothel and felt dirty.

Sangsang took over the basic case. There was a hint of joy on her little dark face, and a happy smile in her eyes. Without a look of disgust, she said: "I have long heard that those ladies in the brothel have their own secret recipes for foundation boxes, and some of them are even better than those sold in Chen Jinji's cosmetics store.

"Do you like it?" Ning Que grinned and looked at her.

Sang Sang hugged the box tightly and raised his little face to look at him. She pursed her lips and didn't say a word, but it was clear that she was already smiling.

She put the box with the box of foundation she bought from the Chen Jinji cosmetics store a few days ago. Then she brought a pot of warm water to Ning Que to wash her feet, and then used the rest of the water to wash her feet. Next, she unbuttoned her two sleeping mats, unbuttoned her coat, and quickly snuggled into the blanket. Then she muttered that it was much colder without a fireplace.

In the middle of the night, the voice of a night watchman was faintly heard outside the store. Sang Sang didn't fall asleep, he was staring at the roof with a pair of bright eyes, his eyes shining like a black diamond in the dark, and suddenly asked, "Young Master, that examiner...... When did he go to that brothel?

Ning Que was silent for a long time before he said softly, "Tomorrow."

Sang Sang didn't know that Chang'an City was a more dangerous hunting ground than Minshan and the grassland. Therefore, she was not worried about the young master's safety. Instead, she worries about something else. She grabbed the corner of the blanket with both hands and looked down at the bed. She said in a serious tone: "Young Master, since that censor is going to die tomorrow, shouldn't you explain the reason for his death to him before then?"

"You're right." Ning Que stared at the roof, frowned and added, "Well, revenge is one thing, and that is...... If the other party doesn't know the reason for my revenge, it's useless.

"Then tell him."

"On behalf of Haotian, it is because of those things that I ruined you?... If I say it short and to the point, won't it seem too casual and unserious? Is there any other way to sound harsh and serious and make me look more professional?

Sangsang frowned, and she struggled to figure out how to solve his problem. After a while, she forcibly nodded on the pillow and said, "Young Master, write a poem."

"Poetry? I'm not good at this.

"Then I'll compose music for you?"

"Of course."

Sang Sang carefully read aloud a few sentences she wrote on the spot, and Ning Que listened to her carefully, edited and revised it to make the poem even better. In the end, he summed up earnestly. "This poem is much better than what I wrote."

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Assistant to the Imperial Supervisory Adviser of the Provincial Supervision Department of the Tang Empire, Level 6, responsible for inspecting officials and impeaching violators. Although his military rank was not high, he had a lot of power. Anyone would be happy to take on such a position. However, Zhang Yiqi was never happy. After all, 13 years ago he was already a promising inspector, and after so many years of hard work, he is still a high-ranking but useless examiner.

However, he didn't dare to complain much, because he knew the real reason for his stagnation - after he was involved in the case of Xuanwei General Lin Guangyuan, the speed of promotion slowed down. Moreover, after the massacre in a village in Yan State seven years ago, he was promoted from the secretary of the provincial governor's office to the assistant adviser to the imperial superintendent, and has never been promoted since.

Since he helped the crown prince and General Xiahou solve the matter, he shouldn't have put himself in such a situation. If these two bigwigs don't want anyone to know the secrets of their past, then they should come up with a few ways to silence him instead of leaving him in the provincial censorship. Aren't they afraid that Zhang Yiqi will release the cat because of the hatred in his heart?

For his bright future, Zhang Yiqi thought hard for two years, and four years ago, he finally realized the truth. It made him tremble.

Only one person can make a successful censor fall into the abyss of his life overnight, and he can easily destroy the bright future that the crown prince and Xiahou have prepared for him, without letting others know about this. That's Your Majesty.

In the eyes of the common people, although His Majesty is not a bad leader in the Tang Empire, he is indeed more conservative and weaker than the emperors of previous dynasties.

Although this is a bit ridiculous, what makes the whole world conclude is that since His Majesty took his place, the Tang Empire's relations with other countries have become less violent, and things have become more negotiable.

Even though the Tang Empire still held the greatest authority, it was much better to have a reasonable bandit in the eyes of the common people.

However, Zhang Yiqi and other officers are well aware that His Majesty is undoubtedly neither a weak nor a conservative.

His Majesty has been fond of literature and calligraphy since he was a child, so he is considered a scholar under the dragon robe. Sometimes, he is also lazy and casual.

However, His Majesty is a member of the Li family after all. The blood flowing in his body belonged to the arrogant and violent members of the Tang Dynasty royal family. If someone provokes him angry, that person will be scared away by His Majesty's temper.

As for the two cases of betrayal of General Xuanwei and the massacre in the territory of Yan State, all doubts were cleared, and no evidence or witnesses were left. Even so, His Majesty did not fully trust the results of the officers' investigations, but since no evidence had been found at all, His Majesty did not bother to do much to bring these cases forward. However, those skeptical officials can no longer expect any bright future in their lives.

The crown prince is His Majesty's favorite younger brother, and Xiahou is His Majesty's favorite general, so His Majesty can forgive the two of them for the time being. As for a little censor like Zhang Yiqi, why should he bother?

After realizing the truth, Zhang Yiqi felt hopeless and gave up the idea of promotion in his career. As a result, he focused all his attention on earthly luxuries, forcibly disobeying his fierce wife and marrying several concubines. Every now and then, he would go to a popular brothel in Chang'an City and indulge in pleasures.

It's a pity that to indulge in such a huge pleasure without limit, you need both silver and status, and Zhang Yiqi doesn't want to be caught in a trap. Since it is a big deal for a censor to fool around, if this matter reaches the royal family, His Majesty will definitely punish him severely and deprive him of his official position. For these reasons, the censor is very cautious every time he goes out for fun, as if he were a thief.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Yiqi is indeed the most cautious of the officials who visit the brothel, and it is difficult to track down. As a result, Zhuo Er was never able to find his whereabouts and daily itinerary. It took Ning Que a few days and more than ten silver to finally get some information.

A horse-drawn carriage stopped outside the side entrance of the House of Red Sleeves. Zhang Yiqi, who was dressed like a normal rich man, walked out of the carriage and waved his hand behind him. His personal bodyguards, already familiar with his itinerary, go into the alleys in search of a restaurant where he will patiently wait for his host.

After Zhang Yiqi entered the brothel, he motioned for the manservant to leave, and walked along the stone path covered by green bamboos towards the courtyard near the stream. At that time, the censor in charge turned into a regular customer of the brothel. His seriousness and concern for the citizens disappeared and was replaced by a unique expression of relaxation and joy.

Since he was a regular visitor, he didn't need any manservant to show him the way. Moreover, he was afraid that others would notice his presence. The architecture within the Red Sleeves House consists of separate small courtyards, making it highly private and private. In addition, he will always make an appointment before the visit to avoid any embarrassing situations, such as a full house.

As for safety, he was relieved. The security of Chang'an City has always been very good. Except for the brainless men who like to get themselves into pointless fights, and the extremely low chance of murder on the north, south, and west sides of the city, no one dares to cause trouble in the construction of the Red Sleeve House.