I don't know if I can't stand Song Yu, this idle guy who keeps hindering the normal operation of the Security Department. Before noon, Zhou Qinian actually showed up.
Zhou Qinian looked like he had just returned from outside the city, and his official robes were still stained with the dust of Yuanao Mountain. As soon as he stepped into the threshold of the Security Department, he was stopped by Hu Wenwen, and he was forced to listen to the lengthy complaint from the scholar.
After learning that it was the young master Song Yu who acted as a monster, Zhou Qinian could only bite the bullet and went to the judge's office without even returning to his own residence.
At this time, the Judge's Office has become the listening dojo in the Song Dynasty. In order to enhance the atmosphere, after arriving at the Peace Department today, he first went to the alchemy room and asked for a small stove for decoction - in fact, his original intention was to go
He was looking for Qian Xiu, but unfortunately Qian Xiu took a break today, and in the end he couldn't meet this person who even Du Anchen couldn't find.
At this moment, a cluster of talisman fire was burning in the small stove in the alchemy room, steadily and fiercely warming a small teapot on it. Song Yu stared intently at a square-faced man, his hands flowing smoothly,
He poured tea for several fellow judges present and asked with great interest: "What happens next?"
The square-faced man was obviously not good at words. He stumbled for a long time before he fumbled out: "Then the strange beast died."
"Now that Yongxi Prefecture is safe and sound, the strange beast is naturally dead." Song Yu's eyes were shining as he helped the square-faced man squeeze out toothpaste: "The point of the question is, how did it die."
Dead means dead. The square-faced man's eyes were straight and his tongue was almost tied: "He was beaten to death by the guards."
"How were you beaten to death?" Before he finished speaking, Song Yu added another sentence.
The square-faced man almost wanted to cry. This kind of question and answer had been going on all morning. Those colleagues who were drinking tea had been asked by Song Yu how it was so difficult to get to him!
Is poor speech also a crime in the Department of Safety?
Zhou Qinian knew at a glance that this young drunkard from Song Yu was not interested in drinking. He cleared his throat and walked into the judge's office with a smile: "You guys are so elegant."
Several eyes suddenly focused on Zhou Qinian, as if they were seeing the savior.
After spending the whole morning, Song Yu finally waited for the rightful master, and Shi Shiran stood up with everyone: "Master Zhou."
"My dear nephew, why do you and I need to see each other outside? Are you here?" Zhou Qinian gave a suitably doubtful look.
One of them bowed and replied: "It is Mr. Xiao Song who wants to know the achievements of the Ping An Department in previous years."
Zhou Qinian glanced at Song Yu thoughtfully. He saw that the latter was still distributing tea and refreshments to everyone, with a smile on his face, and seemed to show no abnormality at all.
Zhou Qinian had a headache as usual, but after many battles, he could still smile at the right time: "Oh, I didn't expect my nephew to appreciate me so much."
"It's a pity that Mr. Zhou has so many things to do all day long, and even went out of the city to investigate in person. Otherwise, Mr. Zhou must have a clear understanding of the affairs within the Security Department, and I will save a lot of trouble."
Zhou Qinian complained in his heart that every time Song Yu asked him questions, he didn't already know everything. But he could avoid Song Yu, but he couldn't directly confront him. At this time, he could only smile: "Actually,
The document library should also have more complete information preserved."
"It's not as vivid and rich as the narratives of my colleagues." Song Yu said something very hateful, "Besides, Hu Wenwen from the library seems to have some opinions on me."
"..." Zhou Qinian's face stiffened for a while, and finally he sighed helplessly, "I apologize to you on his behalf. Hu Wenwen is not targeting adults, that's just his character."
Song Yu was somewhat resentful of the little kid who had a difficult birth, so he didn't accept Zhou Qinian's apology: "Why did Mr. Zhou have to accept it on behalf of others?"
"He and I are not outsiders. He is my uncle, oh, to be precise, my wife's uncle." Zhou Qinian sighed, knowing that Hu Wenwen would probably vent his anger on him when he provoked Song Yu. But in this way, he became
I picked up the piece of meat in the Roujiamo.
This sudden kinship made Song Yu feel as if he had eaten a little bit of melon, but it seemed that he had not. However, he learned a lot about the old stories of Yongxi Prefecture from his colleagues today, and had a better understanding of the capabilities of the Ping An Department here.
He is generally satisfied with the results of this work.
It was not in vain that he had been brewing tea for several hours.
The temple bell in the distance rang, and it was already time to serve food in the cafeteria. The judges looked at Zhou Qinian with increasingly intense eyes, and Zhou Qinian knew that he could not escape: "My dear nephew, you see it's already this hour.
It’s better to…”
"Okay." Song Yu responded quickly: "Master Zhou is willing, but I still have a lot to talk to Master Zhou."
Zhou Qinian smiled bitterly: "Easy to say, easy to say."
…
After all, Zhou Qinian lives in the Ping An Department and does not have to go to the canteen with the others. He has his own small stove. Song Yu followed into the houya and met Zhou Qinian's rather graceful and dignified wife. In terms of appearance, she was really the same as Hu Wenwen.
There's nothing in common.
Song Yu met his wife, and after exchanging a few words, Zhou Qinian said, "You and your uncle will have dinner later, and I will go to the study with Nephew Song."
Mrs. Zhou was a little dissatisfied and complained: "We are all members of our own family, so it would be more lively to eat together."
"Something's wrong." Zhou Qinian lowered his voice intentionally.
Mrs. Zhou frowned, perhaps because she didn't want to argue with her husband in front of Song Yu, but she agreed. When Song Yu followed Zhou Qinian into the study with a smile, before Zhou Qinian could be polite, Song Yu spoke first.
: "My nephew doesn't understand the rules. He slighted Master Zhou at the city gate that day. I hope you will forgive me!"
His words were sincere, and his gesture was the greatest gift second only to kneeling down. Zhou Qinian was immediately surprised, but after he helped Song Yu straighten, his tone obviously changed a little, and he still regained a little bit of his previous attentiveness: "Oh!
, What’s wrong with your worthy nephew?”
Besides, that’s not how contempt is used!
Pretending for five minutes to clear the story early and go home early is still firmly ingrained in Song Yu's mind: "Hey, the situation was critical that day, so my nephew came up with this strategy. I didn't notice it at the time, and the more I thought about it after I got home, the more I realized it.
OK. But Lord Zhou left the city after that, and even though my nephew wanted to apologize, he couldn't see him..."
What he said was reasonable and well-founded. Although Zhou Qinian knew that he was speaking politely, this was the first time that Song Yu had spoken to him about his nephew. Thinking of the person behind this young man, the old fox couldn't help but feel a little carried away for a moment.
But Song Yu quickly changed the subject: "In addition, my nephew also wants to ask Mr. Zhou about someone."
Zhou Qinian was in a good mood at the moment, with a little joy in his voice: "Who?"
"Qian Xiu."
Zhou Qinian paused and asked suspiciously: "Why are you asking about him?"
Song Yu also had a very good reason for this: "I actually wanted to find out the assassin who invaded my house that day. I heard that his official uniform was not that of Yongxizhou, but that of Qingpingzhou. This happened later
It fell to this manager Qian, who asked him to edit the book and go to Qing Pingzhou to ask questions. I'm just a little curious."
Mentioning Qian Xiu, Zhou Qinian sounded somewhat regretful: "It's normal for him to handle this matter. Oh, nephew, I'm afraid you haven't met this manager Qian, so you don't know what's special about him."
Song Yu immediately acted like he was listening, and what followed was Zhou Qinian's eloquent talk.
This Supervisor Qian, who had never been masked by Song Yu, and whose appearance Du Anchen had forgotten, was older than Zhou Qinian. When Zhou Qinian was young and did not know the dangers of officialdom, Supervisor Qian was already able to take charge of his own role in the Security Department.
"My nephew may not be able to imagine the Yongxi Prefecture today. Although the Yongxi Prefecture a long time ago occupied a very large area, it was definitely not close to the prosperity. But more than ten years ago, a tide of beasts and strange ghosts suddenly appeared.
Under their repeated invasion, it is said that the people here are living in dire straits." Zhou Qinian recalled the beginning, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips unconsciously: "At that time, if there were monks who joined the Peace Department and were sent to Yongxi Prefecture by An, they would only feel that it was bitter and dangerous here.
.Who would want to be stationed at the frontier if he could stay in the prosperous capital city? I was the same at that time, and I thought death was my home."
Song Yu nodded, listened very carefully, and rarely interrupted.
"There were not many people left in the Security Department at that time. Those left behind were all men who could fight to the death with strange ghosts and beasts, but they were also a little tired." Recalling the past years, Zhou Qinian's tone became more and more emotional.
, and with deep respect, "Because there are few people in the department, one person is divided into several people. Therefore, Director Qian is responsible for his own role. To be precise, there are several roles."
Such a charming person is now suspected of colluding with the White Walkers. Song Yu would never dare to say this in front of Zhou Qinian... He couldn't help but sigh: "Listen to Mr. Zhou, then he... Then he is now guarding
To be a supervisor in an alchemy room is somewhat of a humiliation."
"Do you want to say that he is more suitable to be the leader?" Zhou Qinian rarely showed a hint of playfulness in a heavy topic. Even when he said this, he took out an oil paper bag from the drawer in the study, which contained
Some fried soybeans, crispy and fragrant. He looked out the window, obviously lost in memories again: "Everyone in the Ping An Department thought so. It's a pity that that incident happened later."
Song Yu knew that a crucial turning point was coming! But now he really wanted to complain! I can’t tell you, Zhou Qinian, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is also eating snacks. It makes sense that Song Yu wanted to give his mouth a taste a long time ago.
I just felt that this topic seemed a bit heavy and serious, so I restrained myself. Who knew that Zhou Qinian would take the initiative himself.
It's crunchy and crispy.
If he couldn't beat him, he joined in. Song Yu also took out some peanuts and stuff, threw it on the oil paper, and started to eat it happily: "What is it?"
Maybe it was because the atmosphere of chatting while eating here was too much like chatting, so Zhou Qinian felt a lot more relaxed: "He found the saint's remnant clothes, but he was also seriously injured, even to his spine. He was bedridden for three days.
It was only in his later years that he could sit up a little. Even now, he still walks with a limp. He has to take pills every two hours, otherwise his bones will crack inch by inch."
"..." Song Yu silently put down the peanuts in his hand. This topic was too heavy and he couldn't eat it anymore!