Two days later, Wu hurriedly walked in to the Nansi Department of Kaifeng Prefecture holding a pink fish charm, "Judge, your letter."
"Did Madam send someone to deliver them? Where are they now?" Han Qing raised her head from the pile of papers and asked with joy on her face.
The Southern Division of Kaifeng Prefecture is responsible for all daily administrative affairs of Kaifeng Prefecture, except for court hearings and public security, including taxation, revenue and expenditure, document transactions, and case review. It is also temporarily responsible for the operation of Kaifeng Prefecture when the Fu Yin is absent. It is absolutely worth mentioning.
Claiming high position and weight.
Correspondingly, there are not so many trivial things.
Therefore, from the time she received the seal to now, Han Qing has almost never left the main hall of Nansi. She has been extremely busy from morning to night.
And the two captured assassins have not confessed yet. Even if he wanted to catch the mastermind behind the assassination as soon as possible, he could not find a place to start.
However, Wang Shu had a bad start. On the first day, he went to visit Zhao Yuanfen, the Yong king who stayed in Bianliang, but was rejected.
The latter sternly refused Wang Shu's request for a meeting on the grounds that "in an emergency, it is inappropriate for two important ministers in Bianliang to communicate privately."
Then, he pretended to send a steward of the palace to apologize, asking Wang Shu to understand the difficulty he had to avoid suspicion, and to discuss all public and private matters at the regular meeting of all officials staying in Bianliang three days later and after the meeting.
As a result, Wang Shu wanted to take the opportunity to insert Han Qing into the He Control Division and review the past files, but he could only postpone it.
Without the authority to access relevant information about Honglian, Chunyang, and Maitreya, no matter how good Han Qing is in reasoning, it is impossible to find the general backend of the three religions with just a silver waist badge.
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When he was busy all day with no results, he suddenly received a letter from his wife. How could Han Qing not be overjoyed?
However, he never expected that Wu You would immediately shake his head and say, "It was not sent by Madam, but by an express delivery shop. I don't know who wrote the letter, and there was no mark left on the surface of the fish charm."
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"Did it come from an express delivery store? Or is it this pink?" The joy in Han Qing's heart instantly turned into confusion, and she frowned and questioned.
Express shops are the private post offices of this era. The Song Dynasty official also had a special postal system, which was far more convenient and faster to use than express shops.
As an official of the Song Dynasty, when he wrote to him, he did not take the official mail, which was free and faster for officials, but took an express delivery shop. This move itself was unusual. What's more, the fish charm wrapped around the letter was
This kind of pink that represents intimacy?
"I'm afraid it's the Qinghuan who is eager to get the upper hand and wants to borrow your name from the judge!" Wu was close to Han Qing again, so he didn't have too many scruples when speaking. He smiled and joked in a low voice, "Although you have always been...
I am not an official in Tokyo, but the song "The Rolling River Passes East" has been sung here. And you, the judge, are young and occupy a high position."
"I guess as long as the letter is delivered, regardless of whether the judge responds or not, she will be able to raise her own status." Zhang Fan, who was helping Han Qing organize the documents behind the table next to him, added with a smile without raising his head.
Low laughter immediately sounded in the lobby. Wang Wu, Liu Hong, and even Han Qing's brother-in-law Dou Sha all shook their heads and looked at him with eyes full of envy and teasing.
Everyone immediately thought about it, but what they couldn't say out loud now was that there was someone who relied on writing letters non-stop and finally married into the Han family as he wished.
Similar romantic stories have always been popular among the people.
Once there is a music troupe or a prostitute in a brothel in Bianliang City, they hear the story of Han Qing and Xu Ziling and want to imitate them. Writing letters to express their love becomes the first step.
No matter how powerful Han Qing's official position was, he couldn't just arrest a young woman to express her love for him just because she wrote a letter to him.
As a result, just as Zhang Fan said, as long as the letter is delivered to Han Qing, it will be beneficial to them regardless of whether Han Qing returns or not.
"Don't make random guesses, maybe someone is deliberately joking with me. For example, Yang Jiming, and a few of my former classmates at Taixue." Han Qing felt guilty because of the laughter of his subordinates, frowned and waved his hands.
Everyone nodded in unison, but the smiles on their faces became thicker. In the blink of an eye, Nansi Yamen, which was originally a little lifeless, was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"Let me see who it is first!" Han Qing was impatient and could only pretend to be calm and calm, took the letter, and read it before speaking.
I thought that the content of the letter and the person who sent it would most likely match Wu You's prediction. However, I didn't expect that the handwriting on the letterhead was very familiar.
"Han Jun and Jiajun read the letter as if they had met each other. I heard that Han Jun was assassinated on the way, and I was very worried. I wanted to go to Kaifeng Mansion in person to check it out, but..."
The letter was written by Ye Qinglian himself. Han Qing only read the first line and was convinced that the handwriting was not a forgery. However, when did Ye Qinglian become so artificial? There is even a hint of resentment like a female literary youth between the lines.
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The two parties have been dealing with each other for so long. Han Qing has seen seven or eight faces of Ye Qinglian, and he also knows that this woman's greatest skill is to pretend to be whatever she wants and to tell lies. However, he has never seen Ye Qinglian so literary and young.
The tone of this letter made him involuntarily think of Xu Ziling's past.
Because he did not dare to express his feelings directly, Xu Ziling kept writing letters to him and talking about poetry and lyrics with him. He almost mistakenly thought that the other party just wanted to make a pen pal.
It wasn't until Xu Ziling took the initiative to hit the blade in order to prevent the assassin from threatening him. Only then did he finally understand what this woman was really thinking.
Looking back later, Han Qing would always feel a little bit confused whether to laugh or cry in addition to pity.
But now, who could Ye Qinglian not imitate? He actually imitated Xu Ziling?
It is equivalent to going around the biggest circle and using the most unthinkable method to achieve the goal that both parties already know well!
"Alas -" he glanced at the address at the end of the letter, shook his head with a wry smile, and put the letter aside.
I am not in a hurry to reply to this letter.
Ye Qinglian lives near Chenqiao Town in the north of Bianliang City, which is less than thirty miles away from her. And with this woman's temperament, if she doesn't reply to her letter, she will definitely come to visit her within three days.
At that time, both parties will just puncture the window paper, so that each other will no longer worry about each other.
However, the next moment, he quickly grabbed the letter and scanned it repeatedly with his eyes.
The handwriting is indeed Ye Qinglian's. The content of the letter may not be from her hand.
Han Qing remembered that Xu Ziling once vaguely mentioned that the reason why the letter he wrote to himself deviated further and further away from the original intention was because of Yu Bolian's guidance.
Yu Bolian, on the other hand, is full of theories about the relationship between men and women, but she is alone!
