At the end of the day, Ge Kangcheng, the porter of the Zhang family, carried a food box and a token all the way through Fengtian Gate, Wumen Gate and Huangji Gate, bypassing Wenyuan Pavilion and entering the cabinet. Zhang He's duty room is on the right side of the second floor, adjacent to the duty room of Shoufu Liu Bing. Ge Kangcheng went upstairs after meeting with several clerks, and without taking two steps, he met Zhai Gonggong, the Guanglu eunuch of Shangshan. Gonggong Zhai was followed by five or six little eunuchs with food boxes. Ge Kangcheng immediately retreated to avoid it, and Gonggong Zhai smiled and shook his head, and led the people away.

waited until the wait to walk out of the cabinet, and Ge Kangcheng straightened up. He stood there for a moment and went upstairs again. When he arrived at the door of Zhang He's room, Ge Kangcheng knocked lightly on the door first, and said in a soft voice: "Master, Madame asked the servant to bring you food." ”

"Oh, come in."

Ge Kangcheng opened the door lightly, bent down and walked to the square table, opened the food box and picked out the meals one by one. He walked up to Zhang He, who was still buried in the bookcase, and said, "Master, please eat." ”

Zhang He put down his pen, kneaded the mountain roots, got up and walked to the square table and sat down. He glanced at the food, shook his beard and smiled: "Yo, and roast goose." ”

Ge Kangcheng diligently handed over the silver chopsticks and pushed a few dishes in front of Zhang He: "Mrs. feels sorry for you who have been tired these days, so I specially ordered someone to hurry up and buy the Suzhou white goose, which is now killed and burned, you can taste it, it is fresh!" The slave carried it along the way, and he was afraid that his saliva would drip up. ”

Zhang He took a piece and tasted it, nodded approvingly, but still advised: "Go back and tell Madame that the family is tight, and if you can save it, you can save it, and goose meat is expensive, don't buy it again in the future." ”

Ge Kangcheng responded with a smile. Seeing that Zhang He had eaten most of the bowl of rice, Ge Kangcheng looked left and right, opened the bottom layer of the food box, and held a small bamboo tube to Zhang He with both hands, almost speaking in an angry voice: "Master, this is sent by Feng Junye, the result of Huguang's case, the prince of the world has come out." ”

Zhang He's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately put down the chopsticks and opened them, and pulled out the note inside, which was indeed Song Yan's handwriting. Zhang He quickly swept it, and the Sichuan character lines on his brows became deeper and deeper. He got up and opened the lampshade beside him, burned the note, and walked back and forth with his hands on his back. The real dealings with the bandit village were the border guards stationed in Jingzhou Mansion...... One of the guards was one of the three major guards under the command of Qi Xin, the king of Chu. The king of Chu wants to rebel?

Zhang He immediately rushed to the door, but stopped the moment his palm touched the door panel. He withdrew his hand and asked sideways, "This matter has just been reported to Dali Temple?" ”

"Yes, but the minion guesses the one next door already knows...... When the slave came, he happened to bump into Grandpa Zhai. ”

Gonggong Zhai is a person under the eunuch Ma Zhicai, who is the master of ceremonies, how many things in the world can be hidden from Gonggong Ma?

Zhang He closed his eyes and sighed. Before the final result of the Dali Temple is released, the General Administration Department will not submit the chapter to the cabinet. Even if it is handed over, it may also be passed directly into Liu Bing's mansion. This was the case of Zhou Jingye's lawsuit last year, if it weren't for Gonggong Xu sending someone to inform him in time, I'm afraid that even he would have been kept in the dark, let alone presented in front of His Majesty. This time, Song Yan ordered someone to deliver the news as soon as possible, but it was still a step late, which shows that Liu Bing and Ma Zhicai's infiltration forces inside and outside the government and the opposition have exceeded imagination.

It is estimated when they will clean up the whole thing, and when the Holy One will know the result. But can they take care of this matter?

In the past two years, Huguang has borrowed the reasons of repairing the Cao Yun, repairing the city wall, repairing the military equipment, etc., so that the household department has allocated at least two million taels of silver, and the household department Shangshu and Liu Bing are Chuzhou villagers, and in the same year, they were promoted by Liu Bing all the way. Once you check it down, none of them can be picked cleanly. They can't clean it up.

Zhang He pursed his lips, made a decision, turned around and returned to the bookcase, ordered Ge Kangcheng to grind ink, wrote a chapter with a hard work, and asked someone to quickly send it to Xu Yi, the master of ceremonies and the eunuch of Dongchang Factory.

If Xu can stop and collect evidence in time to tell the Holy Lord the truth, they may be able to take a little advantage.

Out of the gate of the capital, Song Yan galloped on his horse, but in half an hour he arrived at a dense forest under the mountain on the outskirts of Beijing. Passing through this dense forest, behind it is the Song Mansion, which was nominally bought for Mrs. Hou's illness, but in fact used to imprison his mother. Song Yan turned over and dismounted, standing in the forest, his eyes through the gap in the forest inch by inch, and wanted to look at the end of the Zhuangzi all the way.

The last time I came to see my mother was three years ago when he was just the leader of the martial arts competition. He was riding the same horse at that time, and he came here nervously and urgently, avoiding all those who might be following him. He went into the Zhuangzi, room by room, and searched for an afternoon, until finally through a small wooden window before dark, he saw the mother whom he had not seen since he was six years old.

He was her child, but he could count the days he had been with her on one hand, except for those ten months. From the beginning of his existence, he was destined to be a child who was hated by his mother all his life.

He still remembers that day he was wearing a new soap-colored power suit, and he was carrying feathered arrows made of cowhide rubber on his back. He holds the best bow in his hand and hangs the Taihe sword from his waist. At that time he was still very naïve, and he thought that he had grown up and was good enough to kill all the persecutors of his mother. He thought that by killing them, he would be able to take her to a place where there were no bad people and become a child who was loved by his mother. He thought he wasn't loved, just because he was too weak and clumsy.

He jumped into the wooden window like a drum, stood in the sunset sun that was about to be completely swallowed up by the distant mountains, and looked at the woman who was nestled in the corner and played with a clay doll, and called her mother over and over again, as he had done countless times in his sleep. The mouth opened, but there was no sound, only tears fell down one by one. He ran to her and said Mother, Ah Mo save you, Ah Mo will take you away, Ah Mo will be very well-behaved and listen to his mother for everything, Mother, don't you want Ah Mo.

The woman screamed like a frightened rabbit with red eyes. She yelled at him, frightened him, hit him, and bit him. Song Yan hugged her softly and called her dependently, but the more she called her, the more manic she became, and finally she pulled out a hairpin and stabbed him in the heart.

He was the unbeatable young leader, he knew what she was going to do when she held the hairpin, and he knew he was going to die. He didn't want to hide, he wanted to die at the hands of his mother. But he didn't die after all.

Song Yan covered his heart, feeling the unstoppable beating under his ribs, and there was a deeper sorrow than the other that invaded his internal organs. Since then, the room where her mother was being held has iron chains that bind her hands and feet, and she doesn't even have to play with clay dolls. Her father said that his love was the best punishment for her.

He will never go on a rampage to save his mother again as he did when he was fourteen. But he couldn't do it without loving her, he was her child, and he was born to love her.

If his love is punishment, what about his hatred of them? It's a gift. He will give them all the endless hatred of this life.

Song Yan looked in the direction of Zhuangzi and recalled the appearance of his mother in his heart. He opened his lips and said softly: "Mother, Ah Mo has someone he likes, like you said, whether you see her or not, you will always think about her." I miss her so much, and I miss you so much. ”

Before dark, Song Yan returned to the Dingguo Mansion in a carriage. There was a deathly silence in the Bixia Pavilion. From the moment he stepped in, everyone looked at him with different expressions, but they all had the same numbness. Old Lady Qin stared at him with a calm face, and stepped forward step by step to salute.

The boy always had no expression or emotion in front of her, and only occasionally smiled obediently. Old Mrs. Qin has always been very satisfied with this. But now when she thought that there was actually a disobedient heart hidden under his unwavering appearance, she couldn't wait to break his backbone with her own hands.

Song Jin said that Song Yan tried the case that had been stranded for almost a year, and this case was a case that affected the whole body, which was enough to shake the entire government and the opposition. During the trial, he took a hot iron into his throat and killed a prisoner, and the other two were tortured by him so that they were not ghosts, and they would vomit and faint on the spot when they saw blood and dirt, which was completely fake. He has worked so hard all these years!

Meng Bohan, who had promised Song Jin that he would try to make Song Yan retreat in the face of difficulties, actually let him be tried so smoothly, and from then on, the Song family would not want to be alone in the court. And Song Yan, in the future, there will not only be Zhang He to guarantor him, but also Dongchang to help him. He's getting out of their grasp.

Seeing Song Yan standing at the bottom, Old Lady Qin eased her face and said softly: "Ah Mo, grandmother will persuade you one last time today, you pushed the mission of the Criminal Department and returned to the Governor's Mansion next month." Obedient, grandmother is all for your good. ”

"I'm handling cases in the Criminal Department, what's wrong with that?"

"Do you still want to pretend to be confused with your grandmother? Not to mention anything else, can this positive six product and positive four product be the same? ”

Song Yan raised his eyes and looked at her quietly, there was no emotion in his dark pupils. He smiled: "It's like grandmother and mother, it's not the same after all, right?" ”

Old Lady Qin's face suddenly turned white, and she began to turn blue after a moment. She clenched her fists and slammed it on the armrest, and the bowl of soup on the table was shaken to the ground, so frightened that the few maidservants who served beside her trembled and fell to their knees as if they were in great trouble, not daring to move.

Song Jin immediately got up and shouted at Song Yan, "How did you talk to your grandmother?" Get on my knees! ”

Song Yan knelt down as he said, still obedient and obedient.

Old Madam Qin was so angry that her mind was stunned for a while. It turns out that children separated by a layer of blood are not familiar after all. His mother treated him like that, never gave him the slightest maternal love and warmth, and his heart could always be towards her; As for her, she has been with her since he was just a big slap, raising him little by little, planning everything for him, and not having to him with half a snack, but he just wants to go against what she envisioned!