He felt that the woman's walking posture was familiar and a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange about it.
Lu Bai could only suppress this strange feeling for the time being and hide it in his heart.
He sat down and looked at the water of Qinhuai River, thinking about Nanzhen Fusi.
The current Nanzhen governor's powers are too limited, and the handling of cases is very limited. He is hampered by the commanders of the Jin Yiwei at every turn.
This was not in line with Lu Bai's expectations.
He came to Jinyiwei to handle cases. If he can't use his fists and kicks, then what is the use of being the governor of Nanzhen? It is better to find a city to serve as Jinyiwei for thousands of households. That way there will be more opportunities to solve cases and more chances to win prizes.
Lu Bai took out a pen from the table.
He wanted to write a memorial and suggested that Jinyiwei should make changes and make Nanzhen Fusi independent, at least take over the power of personnel appointment, and at the same time make Nanzhen Fusi in Zhucheng independent, so that Nanzhen Fusi can truly play its role.
function.
However, Lu Bai turned a blind eye to the matter of writing memorials.
So, after writing a few words, he threw the brush aside and thought it would be better to leave this job to Gu Qinghuan.
As for him——
Lu Bai was lying on the floor, staring at the setting sun on the Qinhuai River in a daze, thinking again about why the servant was so strange just now.
I don't know how long it had passed before footsteps sounded at the door of the study.
Lu Bai turned his head and saw a pair of feet walking in with wooden clogs. The feet were very beautiful, especially when the arches of the feet were straightened, they were very delicate.
Gu Qinghuan was holding a teapot in his hand.
She glanced at the memorial with a few words written crookedly on the table, "What do you want to write?"
"Memorial." Lu Bai said what he wanted to write, and at the same time reached out his hand and touched the instep of Gu Qinghuan.
Gu Qinghuan kicked him away gently and sat in front of the table, facing the Qinhuai River, "You have a good idea. South Town Fusi can only play its true role if it is completely separated from North Town Fusi. However, this
I'm afraid you won't be able to fight the memorial alone."
Lu Bai told the story of his meeting with the emperor that morning.
"Listening to the eunuch's tone, the emperor is very dissatisfied with the commander of the Jinyi Guards. The emperor should be very keen on weakening his power, right?" Lu Bai felt that there was still a chance.
Gu Qing smiled happily.
She reminded Lu Bai, "In the capital, not in Yancheng, the water is deep here. The emperor is indeed very dissatisfied with the commander, but why hasn't he been replaced? That's because the commander is the emperor's employee."
Although he has been practicing at Yiqiu Villa for many years, the Supreme Emperor's influence in the court has always been there. Many of the officials in the court are his former ministers. In addition, there is also the power of Yiqiu Villa, so it is very difficult to move the commander.
Disaster.
The emperor cannot touch the commander, so it is naturally difficult to reform the Jin Yiwei.
The laws of the ancestors are immutable, let alone the ancestors who are still alive. The officials have many reasons to dissuade the emperor.
Lu Bai had already turned over on the floor, his hand touched Gu Qinghuan's ankle, took off his shoes and socks and played with them, "What should I do?" he asked in the midst of his busy schedule.
Everyone is lazy.
With Gu Qinghuan as a military advisor and a level that allowed him to go all the way, Lu Bai was too lazy to use his brain.
Isn't it great to use your brain to think about how to play?
Gu Qinghuan ignored Lu Bai and took a sip of tea. When the fragrance of tea filled her lips, she had an idea.
"What's the idea?" Lu Bai asked.
For the first time, he discovered that Gu Qinghuan's feet were very beautiful, especially the nails, which were crystal clear and as well-proportioned as shells.
"Your house-breaking theory." Gu Qinghuan said.
Lu Bai once said to her, when you want to open a window, don't say open the window, but lift off the roof, so that others will agree to open the window. He said this is the Confucian golden mean.
Gu Qinghuan felt that the last sentence was a bit nonsense, but it was not rough.
She polished, picked up the pen, and rushed over the memorial.
Lu Bai was so tempted that he stopped moving, "That's right, but how do you lift the roof?"
You can't just throw away Jin Yiwei all at once.
Gu Qing smiled happily and said, "Forgot what I just said. Behind the commander of the Jinyi Guard is Yiqiu Villa and the Supreme Emperor. They are the resistance to your reform of Nanzhen Fusi, so we have to overthrow them."
Lu Bai was speechless.
Before he came to the capital, he wanted to knock down Yiqiu Villa, the Supreme Emperor, and the Sword Immortal Lao Shizi, so that they could forgive the sins of Shuobei City, but he was a little too anxious to start by lifting the roof.
Gu Qinghuan glanced at him and said, "Of course it's not a settlement."
What she did was to lift off the roof, not dig out the foundation of the house. What she wanted to settle was the former lord of Yongle City and the Jin Yiwei who hunted her down.
"This account is not small." Lu Bai said.
If this account is settled, it is equivalent to the beginning. Sooner or later the account will be settled on the Supreme Emperor.
But Lu Bai didn't care, because unless the Sword Immortal descended to the earth, he would walk sideways - he guessed that the Sword Immortal would not descend to the earth easily. After all, the master of Peach Blossom Temple descended to earth once and was killed with a single sword.
Even if this swordsman has a backstage, he probably won't be able to get down easily.
Lu Qinghuan smiled proudly, "That's why we lifted the roof."
It's dark.
Yun Niang came in with a lantern, put down the gauze curtain to block the light from outside into the study, lit the lamp again, and polished the ink for Lu Qinghuan before going out.
"Yun Niang." Lu Bai called to her.
Yun Niang stopped and bowed to obey.
"Check that servant just now, I think something is wrong with her." Lu Bai said.
Yun Niang nodded, "I understand."
Lu Bai reminded her, "Don't fire her."
Yun Niang expressed that she understood. She understood Lu Bai's thoughts very well. Since Lu Bai didn't say anything was wrong, she would investigate everything carefully.
After Yun Niang left, Gu Qinghuan didn't ask the servant if there was anything wrong. She was writing the memorial with peace of mind, and used the Spring and Autumn style of writing in the memorial to list the former lord of Yongle City, Lu Yixing, the Jin Yiwei Qianhu Xiao Zhan, and the Duke of Dongxi Chang in that year.
The crime was charged, and he wrote words that expressed the anger of the people if he did not kill him.
Lu Bai stood behind Gu Qinghuan, giving him a massage. He glanced at it in fascination, and realized that this was not a memorial, but a message, with swords and swords and shadows on it, and murderous intent.
In the midst of this golden sword and iron horse, Gu Qinghuan suddenly turned his pen and talked about the reform suggestions of Nanzhen Fusi, concluding in just a few sentences.
"call!"
Gu Qinghuan blew the ink on the paper and laughed softly: "I will scare them to death tomorrow even if I scare them."
The tone of this statement was enough for Lu Bai to say that he would do it himself regardless of the emperor's order.
These people were most afraid of Lu Bai overturning the case. When the time came, they would be frightened and forget the last thing Lu Bai said.
"The emperor will also reject it." Gu Qinghuan said.
After all, the emperor doesn't like reopening this case, because in the end the case still points to the Supreme Emperor.
She put down her pen proudly, turned around and said to Lu Bai, who was about to turn into a human teddy, "Not today, my relatives are here."
A relative is here today, but that relative is also here.
"Ah!" Lu Bai was disappointed.
He looked down at Gu Qinghuan's soft and delicate feet, which he had already taken off his socks, and swallowed.