It was almost noon, Qingtang thatched hut.

Baochai waited in the house for a while before Aunt Xue came back from outside. While she was wiping the fine sweat from her forehead and temples with a handkerchief, she said helplessly: "Baoyu is really a child. Since the fake nun was driven out, he has been depressed and has come to the Qingtang hut less often."

"Today, because of the will of the palace, your aunt originally intended to let him play with his sisters to relieve his mood. Who knew that not only did he refuse to agree, but he also sent someone to send this thing, which made your aunt unhappy."

As he said that, he handed a wrinkled note to Baochai.

Baochai opened it and saw that it was Xin Qiji's half of the text "Chou Nuer": Now I have realized the taste of sorrow, and I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I want to say it but I say it's so cool.

This means that I have experienced all the sorrows of the world, so I am not in the mood to write poems to the palace to enjoy it?

Baochai didn't know how to comment for it for a while, so she could only comfort her mother with a smile: "After all, it's his own sister. If you really present this, can you still blame me?"

"Say that's it."

Aunt Xue said helplessly: "But he is old now, let alone next year... Alas, having your brother is enough to worry about me. Don't talk about these things, don't talk about these things."

As she said that, she untied her long skirt, revealing her white porcelain and tender skin. She sat cross-legged on the Arhat bed and asked the maid to put the ice basin close to her. Then she said lazily: "There is another thing. Before, because Brother Shun was going to go out of Beijing to do business, the car-making business was entrusted to our family and Zhou Rui to handle. Now, Brother Shun has not left, according to your aunt's wishes, he has to take the lead to this matter safely. Please remember to remind me that we will tell you about this matter together, so that your aunt will worry about it."

In fact, she understood that her sister wanted to separate herself from Jiao Shun, so she took the initiative to stop the job.

"I'm afraid this won't work."

Baochai smiled bitterly and said, "Did you forget that I also want to write a poem to hand it to the palace. The empress has not set the time to hand it in, so she can only wait in the mansion."

"this……"

Aunt Xue frowned slightly, and a few small folds appeared in the corners of her eyes, but it did not make her look fascinated, but instead became more gentle and pleasant.

She hesitated for a moment, then said again: "Forget it, I have asked everything I should ask last time, and I will see him this time the same thing."

Baochai was worried and repeatedly emphasized the key points. Finally, Aunt Xue was annoyed and complained: "I'm not a child anymore. Can you still say something wrong with just a few words?"

While speaking, he unconsciously pouted his mouth, revealing a naive and innocence that was inconsistent with his age.

Then she changed the topic and said, "I heard that Brother Shun gave Yun Yatou another rare item early in the morning?"

"Mom knows, too?"

Xue Baochai smiled and said, "It's not a rare thing, it can only be said to be a rare thing."

As he said that, he briefly described the matter.

When Aunt Xue heard this, she became a little fascinated and said quietly: "If it weren't for the title set by the Empress, I almost forgot that it was the Chinese Valentine's Day. When your father was still alive, he would have given me gifts every time the Chinese Valentine's Day holiday. I remember the first one was withered by him..."

Speaking of this, she was silent for a while, until Baochai stepped forward and gently held half of her arm, then she came back to her senses and smiled in disbelief: "Look at me, I am really old, I always like to talk about these trivial things in the past."

"Mom is not old."

Baochai took the opportunity to throw herself into her mother's arms and got upset. The mother and daughter laughed and had a quarrel for a while, then she calmed down the inexplicable sentimental atmosphere just now.

Just then, Mrs. Wang sent someone to invite her.

So Aunt Xue hurriedly put on her again and hurriedly moved to the main hall.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Mrs. Wang wearing a semi-transparent white gauze and was kneeling in front of the Buddha's celestial and reciting sutras. She did not rush to come forward to disturb her, and sat down at the round table and waited quietly.

After about half an incense stick, Mrs. Wang got up from the Buddha's shrine and walked towards Aunt Xue.

Seeing that she was open-minded, Aunt Xue unconsciously avoided her sight.

It is said that as the initiator, she should not have been like this, but after the stimulation of the last time, Mrs. Wang became more and more self-deprecating, which made her, the "pioneer", experience Baochai's usual feelings.

Mrs. Wang was calm and had no worries. After sitting down, she said straight to the point: "Just-in-law sent someone to send a message saying that she was a family for Wenlong, and the other party was also from an imperial merchant, so she could barely be considered a match."

"really?!"

Aunt Xue was overjoyed, and regardless of whether she could avoid anything, she stared at Mrs. Wang with hope and asked: "But I don't know which one it is?"

"It is the Xia family that specializes in furnishing bonsai. People all call them the Summer Xia family. The one who is in charge of her family is also a widowed woman. She only loves this girl since she was a child. She is said to have specially hired several gentlemen to teach at home, so she knows everything about poetry and songs."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Wang shook her head and laughed: "It sounds like another treasure girl. It's really not that the whole family doesn't come in."

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

Aunt Xue was even more excited when she heard this. She clasped her two chapters and recited the Buddha's name twice in a row and said, "That's good relationship, that's good relationship! If there is a Baochai suppressing Wenlong, I will be relieved in the future."

She roughly asked about the recent situation of the Xia family, then stood up happily to say goodbye to her sister and tell Baochai about this great good news.

But Mrs. Wang called her again and asked hesitantly: "Are you going to see Jiao Shun tonight?"

Although Aunt Xue deliberately avoided Mrs. Wang, she did not deliberately hide it from her, so it was not surprising that she knew about this.

When my sister asked Jiao Shunlai, Aunt Xue thought she wanted to talk about the car factory, so she hurriedly said, "I will explain the car manufacturing matter to him clearly, but I heard that he was involved in a lawsuit, I am afraid that I may not be able to take care of it for a while."

"This is not urgent."

Mrs. Wang said seriously: "I want to remind you that it is the Chinese Valentine's Day after all, it is the Chinese Valentine's Day. It is best to ask Wenlong to accompany us as a woman. In the end, we still have to take into account our reputation. Otherwise, once some rumors come out, no matter how pure and innocent you are, you will not be able to withstand those traitors' heart-wrenching random thoughts!"

Speaking of the second half, she gritted her teeth, obviously reflecting that Jia Zheng was just dressing up now, and even if she talked about Bingqing Yujie, she always felt something was wrong.

Aunt Xue didn't realize anything was wrong. She felt a little uncomfortable when she heard Mrs. Wang's words. She subconsciously tightened her collar and said with a smirk: "I am so old, and I have always only thought he was a nephew for the next life. How could it be..."

"In terms of age, can you compare to me?"

Mrs. Wang advised earnestly: "If it weren't for such a day, I wouldn't have said a word, but I just happened to catch up. You are used to being heartless, why did you choose to see him tonight?"

"This, I...actually..."

Aunt Xue was increasingly shaken. This day was actually chosen by Jiao Shun, but Brother Shun should not have that intention, it was just a coincidence.

"You don't have to explain to me, I know you definitely didn't mean it."

Mrs. Wang raised her hand to stop her words and reminded again: "Remember to let Wenlong accompany you tonight."

Aunt Xue had no choice but to nod and then bid farewell to her sister with great worries.

When she returned to the lower place, she didn't want her daughter to worry about it, so she forced herself to raise Xue Pan's good news.

I originally wanted to make Baochai happy, but who would have thought that Baochai frowned after hearing this and said, "Why are you at this critical moment?"

Aunt Xue said in confusion: "What's wrong? Isn't this a good thing?"

"It's a good thing, right."

In Baochai's view, for the Xue family today, the most important thing is to help the strong and help. Gold and silver are just things outside the body. Even if there are millions of things that the Xia family can bring to the Xue family, they are just those yellow and white things.

However, there is no need to analyze these details to her mother. She only said: "If my brother can win a lottery this time, he may not be able to wait more appropriately; if not, it will not be too late to talk about marriage with the Xia family."

However, Aunt Xue was worried that she would miss the village and would not have this shop in the future, so she hesitated: "I heard from your aunt that Miss Xia's character and knowledge are also famous. I don't ask for anything else. If you can have six or seven points of talent, I won't be afraid that no one can control your brother after you get married."

That's true.

Compared to the help of a strong support, if Xue Pan can be controlled or even urged him to make progress, the real way to solve the problem.

However, Baochai hesitated for a moment and chose to stick to her own opinions: "Wait and see, maybe there is a candidate with the best of both worlds."

Seeing that his daughter insisted on doing this, Aunt Xue had to give up for the time being.

The mother and daughter spent lunch together. After Baochai went to the front yard to gather with the sisters, Aunt Xue hurriedly ordered someone to find Xue Pan. Unexpectedly, she could not find the outer yard, and he was nowhere to be seen in several places where she often visited.

After inquiring again, it turned out that he was following Wei Ruolan and others to hunt outside the city.

How to find this mountain and field?

Aunt Xue could only be anxious and drove to the old house on Zijin Street alone.

…………

at the same time.

Inside the side hall of the left temple of Dali Temple.

The three judges had just finished using the prawns, but their faces were not satisfied after eating, but instead they were full of gloom.

Although I had known that the evidence collected would probably be detrimental to Zhou Long, I didn’t expect that he would leave so many people to testify!

This may be because Zhou Long didn't think that what he did was something shameful.

The three of them looked at each other for a while and Liu Fang, the Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple, couldn't help but find the surveillance clerk and asked, "What's wrong with Jiao Shun? Should I take the initiative to ask for food, or do I go out and take it alone?"

“Not even.”

The little official reported truthfully: "He asked someone to buy more than a dozen sesame cakes and two bowls of mutton soup nearby, and used rice on the steps outside the court."

Yan Junchen, the left deputy chief censor, sneered: "He is very cautious and refuses to leave any handle."

Xu Liang, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, said helplessly: "What's more important is that he can bend and stretch like this. No matter how small tricks he uses, it will be a waste of effort."

Liu Fang took the initiative to ask Jiao Shun for borrowing lunch, either because Jiao Shun was eating in the court or leaving without authorization, he could take the opportunity to give him a warning.

Now that the plan has not worked, and when Xu Liang said disapproval, Liu Fang's already gloomy facial features became deeper and deeper. She raised her hand and was about to wave away the minor official, but Xu Liang said, "Let's see you first. You can't just leave him alone for a long time. If you delay it for a long time, you will lose your words."

Seeing that Yan Junchen nodded slightly, Liu Fang had no choice but to instruct: "Go and bring him over."

The minor official took the order and soon took Jiao Shun to the side hall.

After Jiao Shun came forward to see him, Liu Fang asked knowingly: "Have you been able to have lunch?"

Jiao Shun looked up and smiled with a humble and arrogant look: "Mr. Lao Shaoqing is concerned. Xiaguan has long heard that the messes in Dali Temple are unique. I tried it today and it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Speaking of this, he was busy correcting the situation here with no silver for three hundred taels: "Well, what Bei Zhi is talking about is the takeaway sheep from Dali Temple Gate."

"Hmph~"

How could Liu Fang not hear that he was a pun, and snorted coldly: "Just show off! Do you think..."

"cough!"

When Liu Fang was not right, Xu Liang quickly coughed and interrupted him, sighing in his heart that this was really the emperor and the eunuchs were anxious. He hadn't had these two Jinshis. It was better for Liu Fang, a foreign relative who was awarded the same Jinshi, was so evil.

After Liu Fang was interrupted, the hall fell into a brief silence.

Jiao Shun simply asked: "Dare you ask the three adults, when will you go to the court to ask questions?"

"What's the hurry?"

Yan Junchen started his official accent: "This is complicated and requires careful investigation and smoothing out the grass snake gray line so that he can make the final decision in the court."

"Sir!"

Jiao Shun immediately raised his thumbs up. He was praising him from the bottom of his heart. After all, the longer the eucalyptus is dragged, the more conducive it will be to take advantage of him.

However, the three people on the other side obviously regarded this as a ridicule. After all, there was nothing to investigate at all. Zhou Long himself even acted as if he wanted to go to the official position and did not make any arguments for himself.

If it weren't for his reputation, the emperor had made it clear that he would find out the envoy behind the scenes, and he was afraid that he would be able to make the case now.

Liu Fang sniffed out a breath of turbid air from her nose, waved her sleeves with a gloomy face and said, "You go back first. If there is any latest progress, I will order someone to inform you."

Jiao Shun refused to leave, but asked seriously: "I dare to ask if the official can check the collected evidence."

"Of course not..."

"sure."

Liu Fang was about to refuse, but Xu Liang agreed first.

After Jiao Shun surrendered, Xu Liang explained: "After all, he was ordered to listen. If he simply resisted, he would only make the people feel detrimental."

Liu Fang was not very satisfied with this statement, but she didn't want to make a fuss with Xu Liang, so she blew up on Jiao Shun's head and shouted: "Come here, keep an eye on Jiao Shun, everything he had done, seen, and said, is recorded in the book!"

But after returning to the court, Jiao Shun kept grinding the scattered yamen.

During this period, he only spent three efforts on the evidence and testimony, and focused more on the sarcasm and sarcasm of the officials of Dali Temple. He hoped to extract the collective pain points of these middle and lower-level civil servants from it, and then incite them in a targeted manner, which is commonly known as the delivery based on big data.

Unfortunately, there are only a very small number of people who dare to offend him in person. Most bureaucrats still understand what it means to protect themselves, and to be hard and easy to lose.

This also leads to a serious shortage of samples collected by Jiaoshun and the pain points are too dispersed.

It seems that it is necessary to bring a few minor officials from the Ministry of Works to come tomorrow, and the people around you don’t have to worry about it. Just be responsible for exploring the complaints of the bureaucrats in Dali Temple.

After collecting enough information, Jiao Shun was preparing to hand over the task of writing to General Xing Xiuyan with his current literary skills. He could barely make do with writing plain and straightforward official documents, but he could not create a highly contagious article no matter what.

And other gunmen couldn't believe such secret matters, so they could only seek help from the virtuous.
Chapter completed!