Qingpingfang, Xilou, night

Holding a tray in their hands, layer by layer, stacked high bowls are full of vegetables, and the little two have to quickly hold the name of the dish in their mouths, and say hello to the familiar guests by the way.

The pace of his feet changes like a high-quality light workman, holding a rickety weight, not only to maintain balance, but also to concentrate on the tables and chairs, and shuttle freely through the gaps in the flow of people.

Listening to the silk and bamboo string music in their ears, looking at the hustle and bustle of the drinkers in front of them, and smelling the fragrance of the delicacies in the air, the two guys who had already put their chests on their backs hurriedly stood on their toes, stretched out their heads and looked around, looking for the figures of Mr. Wei and Wang Huozi.

"There!" the scholar's eyes were sharp, and after only two turns, he saw Mr. Wei and Wang Huozhu, who were drinking and smoking over there.

With a casual tug of the cuffs of Han Qiufen's robe, the scholar walked towards the table by the window.

Hey?

The pace that had been walking quickly suddenly slowed down, and there was another person at the table, a young man wearing Yan Feitu's black robe, who was also sitting at the table, quietly drinking the tea in the cup in his hand.

Every time he would touch his lips, then take them farther away, and blow again, and the whole person would repeat this action all the time.

"Sake is loaded, Mu ......is prepared" Facing the wooden window in front of him, Mr. Wei rubbed the clay cup in his hand, muttering drunkenly, not realizing that the two were back.

Han Qiufen nodded at Wang Huofen, who was smoking, and then walked to Mr. Wei's side and put away an empty wine jar and wine jug in front of him.

After sixteen years of dependence, he knew that Mr. Wei had drunk too much.

On either side of the table by the wall, in a rectangular shape, sat Mr. Wei, who was facing Wang Firefly, who was smoking.

The two of them looked at the bustling scene of the streets in Qingpingfang outside, chanting poems and drinking from time to time.

One spat out the smoke from his mouth, and from time to time he pulled the cigarette stick out of the window, knocking it on the edge of the window, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Sitting next to Wang Huofan was the man who was holding tea in both hands, constantly touching his lips, and blowing with his mouth.

After handing everything in his hand to the handyman who was passing by, Han Qiufen sat down next to Mr. Wei, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage, and put some dried chili fried porcini mushrooms in the dishes in front of Mr. Wei. Then he picked up a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it full.

The scholar moved a chair and placed it in the middle of the square table, and the chair made a "bang" sound when it hit the ground.

The guests at the surrounding tables all turned their heads to look at their table, then turned their heads back.

Han Qiufen was still silently eating the peanuts on the plate, and Mr. Wei no longer drank, just sat a little dazed, looking out from the window eaves.

Wang Huofan continued to smoke, and the strange man finally began to take a sip of the tea in his hand.

.......

Dongshifang, county office, night

At this time, the moon had already climbed into the sky, bending and hanging obliquely, and the stars fell in the thin clouds.

Torches were burning outside the door, and countless armor soldiers and servants inside and outside the yaya were constantly patrolling and on duty to protect the safety of the magistrate.

Walk through the front hall, walk through the hall with the plaque of 'Mirror Hanging', and then connect to the mansion of the county magistrate.

The chirping of insects echoed in this quiet, dimly lit little courtyard, and the light shone through the closed lattice of doors in front of it, and onto the steps on the ground in the front yard.

Behind the door, there were two faintly visible figures, saying something wrong.

"Master, why do you say that this big bell suddenly fell?" The speaker was talking in a confused tone at this time, towards the figure in front of him wearing mandarin duck clothes, wearing black yarn, and dispensing medicinal jade.

Zhixian lowered his head, remained silent, and slowly paced around the house with his hands on his back.

The questioners in the back followed him step by step, talking from time to time.

"Now...... There should be several possibilities, the first is that the bell is old, the chains are rotten, and they fall.

The second is that someone intends to concoct this matter and target Master Ben. When he said this, Zhixian's footsteps suddenly stopped, slowly turned his head, and glanced at Yang Xiancheng behind him.

Yang County followed the county magistrate for a night, and he was already in a state of sorrow, and the person in front of him stood coldly, and he almost bumped into it.

Just panicked and stabilized his body, and when he looked up, he saw the meaningful eyes of the county master, the second county master felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't show it on his face, his feet retreated, he bent over, and then said,

"The eldest lord is aware of everything, and he doesn't see the salary!" Looking at the obedient appearance of the county, the county lord was very useful, nodded slightly, and continued to pace.

The county man hurriedly followed, "Master, our top priority now is how to deal with this matter." ”

The magistrate nodded and motioned for the county to continue.

"The lord must understand that the fall of the big bell this time must be man-made. But we can't follow the second judgment to check. ”

While talking, the county master followed the county master to the candlestick on the bookcase in the house, and watched the old man pick up an iron fiber and gently stir the candlestick in the candlestick, the county man continued,

"So we should follow the first inference - disrepair, and follow this line to implement the following affairs, so that the impact can be minimized.

I even went to investigate the second inference - Diao Min's trouble, and when I found out, everyone was happy. If we can't find out, we can give him a charge of dereliction of duty and let him take it down.

In short, this bell has been hanging for almost a thousand years, and this has become one of the faces of our beams, if anyone can get it down, then this kind of foreshadowing is not good for our beams, for us, and for you. ”

The wick in the candlestick was tilted left and right, and after listening to the words of the county man next to him, the magistrate was silent for a while, just staring at the candlestick in front of him.

The county is not in a hurry, they have worked together for so long, he understands this big man, he is waiting.

"Who's going?"

Oh! The old man spoke......

"Why don't you send Yan Xiaoliu to the front, Chong Libo will give us condolences, and he will confiscate it. Lowering his head, the county man whispered in the ear of the eldest master.

After listening to the words of the county Cheng, the county's brows stretched, "I remember, Wang Zizheng's maternal family, his uncle, Chonglibo, the reason for condolences to us is to let us take good care of the waste prince, right?"

"That's right, the uncle specially instructed, His Royal Highness the prince is worried about his own brother, the mountains are high and the road is long, and there are many ways to walk, so you need to have a pair of suitable shoes to walk well. After the county man finished speaking, he stopped talking, and he had to wait for the eldest master to make a decision.

Looking at the constantly beating fire in the candlestick, as the iron fiber continued to press down on the wick, the fire that was submerged in the wax oil also disappeared in the eyes of the magistrate.

"Use good ingredients. ”

"Xiaguan is saved. ”