The fifth forty-ninth chapter regret teaching husband and son-in-law to find a marquis
The father and son talked for a while, and Wang Xingye went home. Wang Xian came to the study and began to draft a memorial to the emperor. The first was to report the results of today's trial. Because the key evidence was falsified, Dali
The judgment of the temple was invalid. Secondly, because the case was complicated and the files could not truly reflect the situation at that time, Youjian asked the emperor to recall Dr. Yan to assist in the trial.
Following his father's instructions, after finishing this memorial, he continued to be busy. Wang Xian followed his father's suggestion and divided the foreign-signed housing into five places, corresponding to the five thousand-household houses in Fusi, Beizhen.
Responsible for prison matters, the second branch is responsible for dispatching arrests, the third branch is responsible for torture, interrogation, and confession, the fourth branch is responsible for pre-conviction, and the fifth branch is responsible for intelligence information. The heads of these five branches were all trained by Zhou Xin and followed him.
Wang Xian's old guard for many years, his subordinates were all transferred from the young army, who were literate and had some knowledge of criminal names. While the military attache was still explaining the problem, these people began to get familiar with the affairs in charge.
It's time to take over everything.
Although the Zhenfu Division was very busy with affairs, Wang Xian still took the time to change into casual clothes and go out. Firstly, he had been away from home for more than half a month and he was very concerned about Lin Qing'er's situation. Secondly, there was still less than half a month left.
Even though he could not participate in the exam, his uncle Lin Rongxing, Yu Qian and others had already gathered at the Zhejiang Guild Hall. He had to meet them anyway, otherwise it would not be justified.
After leaving the Yamen, he went home first. His family was naturally very happy to see him back, and they never mentioned the huge bet. The family had a meal with Meimei, and after the meal Wang Xian and Lin Qing'er
We went back to the room and talked for a long time. After careful care by the imperial doctor, Lin Qing'er has fully recovered, and the baby in her belly is also very healthy. However, after pregnancy, a woman's temperament will become more sensitive, and she will not be able to see her husband for several days.
I was worried about him, so the faint sadness between her eyebrows was still vaguely visible.
"Sir, how long has it been since we sat quietly for a while?" The couple sat on the edge of the bed. Lin Qing'er leaned on her husband's shoulder. Through the propped up window, she could see that the flowers and trees outside were turning green.
There are flowers that bloomed early and can’t wait to reveal their fragrance, and the breeze brings a faint scent of grass, making this moment of tranquility particularly rare.
"Yes, how long has it been?" Wang Xian thought about it and couldn't help but said with shame: "It's been more than half a year." He sighed apologetically: "We have been together less and separated more in the past few years. I really wronged you."
Lin Qing'er pressed her slender fingers on his lips to prevent him from continuing: "When I married an official, I didn't ask for wealth or honor, but only for the advancement of the official." She couldn't bear it.
Zhu sighed softly and said: "Now that the officials are so motivated, I can only be happy."
"You don't look happy." Wang Xian shook his head and smiled, stroking his wife's hair.
"I'm happy." Lin Qing'er said quietly, "It's just that this situation reminds me of an ancient poem.
"But that song... The young woman in the boudoir has no worries, and she goes up to the green building in spring. Suddenly she sees the color of willows on the street, and regrets teaching her husband to find a prince?" Wang Xian said, half joking and half serious.
Lin Qing'er was told something that was on her mind. She hid in her husband's arms with a cry and refused to raise her head for a long time.
Wang Xian's hands slid down his wife's hair, and he gently held his wife's slender waist and said, "Why are you still so thin? You need to eat more. You are eating for two people now."
"There's plenty to eat." After hearing her husband say, "Eating for two people," Lin Qing'er's heart immediately stirred up a warm current of happiness. She finally raised her head and said excitedly: "Master, we want to have our own child.
Already."
"Well, this is just the first one. There will be a second one and a third one. We are going to give birth to a large group of boys and girls." Wang Xian waved his hand and said domineeringly.
"Official" Lin Qing'er flushed with happiness and said, "I was wrong, I am ten thousand times happier than that young woman in my boudoir."
"Of course, hahahaha," Wang Xian laughed loudly.
The couple were affectionate for a while, and Lin Qing'er began to explain the family affairs seriously: "Sister Baoyin has already been contacted. She refuses to come to Beijing, not because of her official status, but because of her status. How can she
It is said that she is also a princess canonized by the emperor. If she enters the capital, she will definitely cause a lot of trouble, which may be difficult for the officials to deal with. Secondly, she cannot leave her tribe. There are more and more tribes in Hetao, and they are all hostile to them.
The land of lush water and grass occupied by the Gith tribe is eagerly watched. With her as a docile princess, others dare not touch their territory. If they leave, there may be changes."
"Baoyin has matured a lot." Wang Xian nodded and sighed: "Then send some doctors and ladies over to take care of it."
"Do you need an official's order?" Lin Qing'er glanced at him charmingly and protested against her husband's words: "I have already invited the famous Mrs. Qian in the capital and a dozen maids and women."
"Haha, I said something wrong." Wang Xian said sincerely.
"In addition, if the officials are free, take leave in May and go to the grassland." Lin Qing'er said softly: "When a woman gives birth to a child, she always wants her man to be by her side."
"Well, I'll try my best." Wang Xian nodded. He really didn't dare to say anything. Because he could clearly feel that the situation in the capital was getting more and more subtle. It was said that the emperor would be on a northern tour after the imperial examination. Yes.
With this big boss suppressing him, all kinds of demons and monsters dare not make mistakes, but if the emperor goes to Beijing, which is more than two thousand miles away, there will be good shows in the capital... So Wang Xian doesn't know that there will be something in May
I don’t have time to go to the Loop. It’s probably not possible…
"There is also sister Xiao Lian. She said that things there are more troublesome than expected and she may not be able to come back in time. Official, please don't worry about her." Lin Qing'er asked: "Official, what on earth is Xiao Lian doing?
thing?"
"Good deeds." Wang Xian smiled and said, "You still have to take good care of yourself, so don't worry so much."
"This is all my responsibility..." Lin Qing'er said softly: "There is also Xiu'er. She heard that I was pregnant. She said she wanted to come and have a look. When the date is set, the officials will know.
What should we do?”
"Haha, of course." Wang Xian laughed loudly and said, "I'm going to beat her ass into eight pieces."
After staying at home until dark, Wang Xian did not have dinner with his family. Instead, he wore the clothes of an ordinary scholar and quietly left home through the back door. Under the leadership of Shuai Hui, he went to the Zhejiang Guild Hall by the Qinhuai River without riding a horse.
Go
The lights and shadows of boats on the Qinhuai River in the night are charming, and the humid air by the river is filled with the smell of powder. I heard bursts of pipa, silk and bamboo playing, and laughter and singing from the small buildings beside the river.
With the sound of music, Wang Xian realized that the colorful nightlife of Qinhuai had begun.
He walked on the flower street hung with red lanterns and looked at the small groups of young scholars walking leisurely in front of him. They walked into the flower buildings with high talk and became the guests of Qinhuai's famous prostitutes. They held candles in their hands and sang poems to entertain them.
, those with good looks and talents can also get accommodation from stunning beauties, adding their own touch to the Qinhuai River's romantic story.
Looking at these romantic and self-admiring poets, Wang Xian felt very envious. If not for so many things that happened by fate, he should have been one of them, and he would not have to worry about the upcoming examination, because
As a result, he could not pass the general examination at all, but he could happily drink flower wine, copy a few poems by Nalan, and win the reputation of a brothel. What a wonderful life it would be.
Secondly, Juren can be regarded as a master. He can go back to Hangzhou to buy a house and land, and live the life of a wealthy man with a wife and concubine and spend money like water. What a pleasant life it should be. Now he has become a spy chief who associates with darkness and evil. With this kind of life,
As we go further and further away, how can we not feel sad.
While he was feeling melancholy, he suddenly heard a surprised voice, "Isn't this brother Zhongde? I didn't expect to see you here." Wang Xianxun looked around and saw several young people with scholarly looks walking towards him excitedly.
.Seeing that his master seemed not to recognize these people, the guards looked stern and wanted to block him. However, Wang Xian shook his head gently and refused to let them go forward.
"Your Majesty, Wang Xian," Wang Xian said to several scholars, "I haven't asked the names of my brothers yet."
"Brother Zhongde, noble people tend to forget things." The leading scholar said with a somewhat embarrassed smile: "In the West Lake Poetry Contest on the night of the Lantern Festival that year, I came first, and Brother Yu ranked third..."
"..." Wang Xian thought this person looked familiar at first, but he had met too many people in the past few years, and it was inevitable that he could not remember the ones that were not particularly important. However, after being reminded, he still recalled it and apologized hurriedly.
: "You are the king brother of Yuyao." It's not that he doesn't want to be treated as a famous person, but he really can't remember this person's nickname.
"My name is Wang Han. My courtesy name is Ziyu." Wang Han was very polite. He was not angry that he didn't recognize him at once. Instead, he happily smiled at the people around him and said, "This is what I have often told you, Zhejiang
How about Wang Zhongde, the king of poets? He can’t find a place after wearing iron shoes.”
The other people also looked surprised and greeted Wang Xian one after another. Wang Han introduced Wang Xian one by one. They were all from Yuyao who came to take the exam.
Wang Xian greeted them very politely, without the airs of a high-ranking official, and these people seemed not to know his current identity. After the greetings were over, Wang Xiancai smiled and asked Wang Han: "Brother Ziyu, what do you want from me?
"Hehe." Wang Han scratched his head in embarrassment: "It's not a big deal."
"Just say it." Wang Xian smiled.
"Okay, that's what happened..." Wang Han told the whole story. They are all from Yuyao. Yuyao is a county under the jurisdiction of Shaoxing Prefecture, but it is surrounded by mountains.
The outside world is relatively isolated from news, but it is also a good place to concentrate on studying. Therefore, every time Zhejiang Provincial Examination is held, the number of people who pass the examination in Yuyao County is even more than that of some prefectures. Therefore, Yuyao’s examination candidates are becoming more and more conceited, compared with those in other counties.