Silverfish and booklice are two pests that are deeply hated by readers. They live in bookshelves and bookcases, feed on paper and books, and have extremely strong reproductive capabilities. If not prevented, they can chew through thousands of books in a short time. Full of sores.
What's more, the two kinds of pests were artificially put in excessive amounts? A box of yellow records will be fully reimbursed in a month or two.
"It has been half a month since Huang Ce sealed the box. Even if the imperial court sent people to take over his stall as quickly as possible, a month would have passed." Xiong Qitai said firmly: "When the successor takes office to find out the situation, I will think of talking to the humble official. If he wants a pornographic book, I will find excuses to delay him for a few months, and by then he will only have a box of insect corpses and scraps of paper."
"I guess you have some tricks up your sleeve." Shen Liben looked a little brighter when he heard this and said, "But there can't be something wrong with just that one box and the rest are intact. That would be too obvious."
"Don't worry, sir. There are several boxes of books with the same treatment. How can you illuminate that box of yellow volumes?" Xiong Qitai said with a smile:
"In this way, the new guy will have a good reason to put the matter on hold... I believe that with Mr. Liu's experience, no one will be as reckless as him again."
"I hope so." Shen Liben said with a little peace of mind: "The courtesy cannot be discarded. Tomorrow, I will accompany you to Liu Shenzheng's mansion to express our condolences, and then we will start investigating the case."
"Yes." Xiong Qitai responded in a hurried and deep voice, and then said with a flattering smile: "You should have a rest, sir. How about we play again?"
"Well, your old ginseng and tiger whip soup is really useful..." Shen Liben also found that his posture changed into the character "wood", and he straightened his beard and said: "Then it's up to you to do whatever you want."
"Okay." Xiong Qitai's expression perked up and he hurriedly gave a high-five. Then a beautiful musician came in and played a melodious sound.
Another group of beauties wearing cool clothes came in. They pulled up Shen Liben with a smile and escorted him into the warm pavilion behind the curtain.
However, Xiong Qitai did not accompany him, but sat alone on the soft couch, drinking tea and thinking about his thoughts.
Shen Liben's guess was correct. He had indeed concealed a big secret. The secret weighed him down like a mountain and he couldn't breathe even after drinking tiger whip soup...
Suddenly, the curtain in front of him opened a crack, revealing his ordinary face.
"master."
"What's the matter?" Xiong Qitai asked in a low voice, gesturing with his hand that he could come in.
"I'm looking at the people from the Bureau of Investigation to report that someone just visited Zeng Tai," Xiong Da came closer and reported with a capable look on his face.
"Oh?" Xiong Qitai was alarmed. One year after Zeng Tai took office, there were not many guests at home. Why did someone come to the door on this sensitive day?
And I heard that His Highness the King of Chu is no longer in the capital... Although this speculation is really ridiculous, he is now dancing on the tip of a knife and cannot allow any mistakes!
"What's the origin?" Xiong Qitai asked in a deep voice.
"They were said to be three men, two of whom were middle-aged and one was a fat young man in his late teens. They looked like a family." Xiong Dazhen reported: "They stayed in for a meal and then came out."
"Didn't you send anyone to keep an eye on them?" Xiong Qitai was half relieved. The King of Chu was only fourteen, which was a long way off.
"Sent, the report said that those three people entered Chunfang Pavilion." Xiong Da replied.
"How much anger are you holding back when you leave the Yamen and go straight to the brothel?" Xiong Qitai snorted contemptuously. It is estimated that the person coming is not a figure on the stage, let alone His Majesty the King of Chu.
"Do you want to continue watching?" Xiong Da asked.
"Just keep an eye on them and find out where they are coming from. If there is no problem, it's not too late to retreat." Xiong Qitai thought about it and realized that there was nothing wrong with being careful.
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Chunfang Pavilion is filled with the wonderful smell of powder and alcohol.
Amidst the music, on the stage covered with a red carpet, several slim orchids wearing tube tops and short pants, with bare feet stained with cardamom, were performing seductive belly dances to the beat of drums.
Lao Liu looked at the white and youthful belly without a trace of fat, dazzling in front of his eyes, and his eyes went straight.
In fact, in previous years at Jinlianyuan, he had watched more exciting programs, and the quality of the female historians in the songs was not comparable to these Hu Ji, but at that time, the King of Chu was as holy as Buddha, and his heart was as calm as water.
For some reason, this time he felt dry and restless.
The two uncles were worried. The uncle looked around cautiously and whispered: "Your Highness, we have been watching for two hours. Let's go."
"Look at it for a while, look at it for a while." Lao Liu said casually, without even looking at him.
"If your mother... mother knows this, she will have to scold us both to death." His second uncle also sighed and said, "Maybe I will get beaten by Grandpa Qi."
"It's okay, isn't it just a beating? It's just a common occurrence." Lao Liuhun didn't care, and it wasn't him who was being beaten.
His second uncle was still waiting for persuasion, but suddenly the curtain of the private room opened, and a gust of fragrant wind came. Hu Bo quickly turned around and saw the MILF madam, Nana, walking up to him, looking at him with a look of surprise.
She looked at him and said, "Are you Zhang Lang?"
"No, I'm not." The second uncle quickly shook his head. "Sister, you have recognized the wrong person. I'd better go back to Nanchang."
"Impossible, the slave family will never forget, Zhang Lang, that unique braid on your chest..." The Madam stared at the braided braid of thick chest hair on Hu Bo's chest.
"Where are you looking?" The second uncle looked a little shy and quickly covered his chest.
"Have you admitted that you are Zhang Lang?" The old bustard held his hand and said with tears, "I am A Fang who serves your little brother!"
"Ah? You, you are Ah Fang?" Hu Bo finally remembered, pointed at the old madam who looked to be in her thirties, opened her mouth and said: "A Fang, the pink-headed Ah Fang from the Hou family kiln? Are you a mother now?"
"My beauty has faded due to old age. How many years have it been?" Madam A Fang said with tears all over her makeup: "You cruel Zhang Lang, you have been gone for fifteen years, and you are finally willing to come back?"
"Yes, it's not been fifteen years." Hu Bo said sarcastically, "I, I just came here to take a look and miss you. I didn't expect to meet an old friend again."
"Is there anything else?" Afang looked at him with red eyes.
"Do some business by the way." The second uncle, who was always careless, actually became coquettish.
"Is there any more?" Afang asked.
"What else?" The second uncle touched the back of his head and pretended that he couldn't remember.
"Redeem Ah Fang, you idiot!" The uncle who had been watching the fun suddenly said.
"Pfft..." The second uncle almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ah, isn't this Brother Zhang?" Afang now saw someone else. When he saw Hu Quan, he quickly gathered his clothes and saluted. "Brother Zhang is here too?"
"No, don't look at this guy's carelessness and thin skin. He feels that he came back after more than ten years and has no face to see you, so he forced me to come with you." The handsome uncle with thick eyebrows and big eyes said,
When it comes to lying, he is no worse than Lao Liu.
It can be seen that the nephew follows the uncle and vice versa.
