Even if this kind of ghost thing doesn't offend, it never gets better.
Mr. Zhou laughed.
This fool can actually be sad for spring and autumn?
It shouldn't be. Isn't it time to kill people in public and trick people behind their backs?
After all, he is still young and cannot handle one thing after another.
"It all depends on people. This is really a trivial matter. Don't think about it too much..." Mr. Zhou comforted him with a somewhat elder attitude.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"This is no small matter." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "It's just like when uncle Liu took advantage of the situation and framed you."
Mr. Zhou understood this metaphor immediately, and his expression became solemn.
What?
This thing?
"It was Liu Xiaoli who offended luck that time, so we were safe and sound." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "But this time, it was me who offended luck..."
"Jiaojiao, why can't I understand something? It's just a few deserters, how can they be involved in the imperial struggle? Moreover, Mr. Chen is here, are you overthinking it?" Mr. Zhou said with a frown.
"I also hope that I think too much." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "But often the things you hope for will never happen."
"This, this, for the sake of the imperial struggle, you went to check on these people in your Taiping residence. Did you find out that they are deserters?" Mr. Zhou said, spreading his hands, "This, this, I told you not to be angry..."
He watched Cheng Jiaoniang endure it again and again.
"Jiaojiao'er, you think too highly of Taiping, right..."
"So it's luck." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "It should have been a small thing at first, and it even fell into Liu Kui's hands. It was an accidental coincidence, but then..."
Mr. Zhou frowned.
later…
"Later, when I reported to the Ministry of War, someone saw the word "deserter" and thought it could be used..." He murmured, "What I did was actually a matter of timing, just like what happened to me back then... it was a small matter.
There is no trivial matter in officialdom, and even the gutter can capsize..."
He said this and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang with a complicated expression.
"If that's really the case, then, wouldn't that be too unlucky?"
Just because of an anonymous letter, a letter that would have been ignored at other times, and finally sold as waste paper, turned into the money for the drunkenness of the street taverns. [Note 1]
Turning it into liquor money is probably the greatest achievement of the letter of concealment.
But now this achievement is about to be overturned. A letter of concealment is about to trigger a new court battle. In the end, no matter which side wins, the losing side will either die or be exiled thousands of miles away.
All because of an anonymous letter?
This is a bit unbelievable no matter how you think about it.
"Yes, it's really unlucky this time." Cheng Jiaoniang said, shaking her head, "But it's not unlucky. After all, the identity of a deserter is a fact. If not, no matter how bad luck is, nothing will happen."
Mr. Zhou shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Jiaojiaoer, you still think of yourself even now." He said.
"There is no rule without rules." Cheng Jiaoniang said, and she saluted again, "Thank you, uncle. You don't have to interfere in this matter anymore."
Mr. Zhou watched her expression change for a moment.
"Jiaojiao'er, actually, this matter is really not a big deal, for you and me," he said.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"Look, catching deserters is just catching deserters. It does not target Taipingju. And with Mr. Chen here, Taipingju will be fine. If this matter is really what you guessed, it is used to target the chaos in the military affairs in the northwest.
So that the deserters were dispersed and they could still live freely in the capital, and then they used this opportunity to thoroughly investigate the northwest military affairs and take the opportunity to completely uproot Wang Butang's party. These are major political affairs. In their eyes, you and me are nothing at all.
At that time, Wang Butang's people were chasing me, and Taipingju just ignored the investigation. You didn't know the origins of these people, but you just helped them and used them. What's more, you have the magical ability to bring the dead back to life, and you have
Monk Minghai of Puxiu Temple will protect you, and everything will be fine." Mr. Zhou lowered his voice and said, "So, let's forget about this matter."
Let's forget about this matter.
They are just people who meet by chance, and they have only known each other for a short time. Besides, they themselves are guilty. Regardless of whether they are unlucky or not, they can be prosecuted and punished according to the law.
Banqin, who was kneeling by the door, lowered his head, clenched his hands on his knees, and his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
"Thank you, uncle." Cheng Jiaoniang said and saluted again.
In just half a day, the expression on Mr. Zhou's face as he walked into the house was not as relaxed and casual as when he went out. He walked quickly with a frown and a sullen face.
Mrs. Zhou and Liu Lang were waiting in the hall, looking anxious, and rushed to greet him when he came back.
Zhou Lang glanced behind Mr. Zhou, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
"What happened? What is she going to do? Force a marriage?" Mrs. Zhou asked anxiously.
"What kind of marriage are you forcing!" Mr. Zhou shouted angrily.
"Then why is she looking for you? Does she regret it again and wants to marry into our family? I said you can't agree..." Mrs. Zhou said, about to cry.
"What time has it been? What are you thinking about? Marrying is not a big deal, but you really take it seriously!" Mr. Zhou shouted with anger.
Mrs. Zhou was shouted to tears again and looked at Mr. Zhou blankly.
"When was it?" she asked.
Mr. Zhou glared at her, rolled up his sleeves, turned around and sat down.
"Father, what happened?" Zhou Lang asked.
"It's nothing." Mr. Zhou waved his hand and said with a hint of impatience, "Don't ask any more questions. Just pack your things and set off on a different day."
Liu Lang looked at him with a solemn expression.
Something must have happened.
People are often like this. When nothing happens, they say there is something wrong. When trouble comes, they say nothing happens.
The carriage drove slowly, and everything inside was quiet.
This was not because Banqin was the only one who came out, missing another maid who loved to talk and laugh.
The atmosphere inside the car was very dull.
Banqin had something to say, but in the end there was only one sentence left.
"Madam, don't be sad," she said.
"I'm not sad." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "Didn't I say before that the world is difficult, I'm just a little angry."
At this time, Mr. Dong and the three people sitting in the Immortal Residence were also very angry.
"I just want to see your boss." Mr. Dong said, looking at Shopkeeper Wu, "You know who I'm talking about."
Shopkeeper Wu smiled.
"It's just that our boss is not here, I will tell her." He said kindly.
"You don't need to tell him. I want to meet him in person and have a few words with him." Mr. Dong said.
Shopkeeper Wu still looked kind and refused simply.
"What? Now that something has happened, you have to hide?" Mrs. Dong couldn't help but said, "I tell you, Brother Xu and the others are not alone in the capital. You are going to let them be the scapegoats, right?
So easy!”
"Why can't I understand what the lady is saying?" Shopkeeper Wu said.
"If you don't understand, let someone come who understands!" Madam Dong said angrily, "I'll tell him personally."
"What are you shouting for?" Mr. Dong shouted in a low voice, "If you have something to say, please say it."
"That's right, stop shouting. There's no point in shouting now." Xiang Qi whispered from behind, "If you have anything to say, say it."
"I really want to talk it over, but no one is talking to me!" Madam Dong cried angrily.
Shopkeeper Wu coughed lightly.
"Guys, I still need to do business here, so you should go back first..." he said.
"What kind of business do you want to do? If you have done this job, what else can you do? Everyone has been arrested, and your boss is hiding without even letting go. What kind of business is there? He has already run away, right?" cried Mrs. Dong.
.
"Madam, you are joking." Shopkeeper Wu said.
"Are you kidding? Who is joking with you? Even if you are joking, I will also be joking with your boss!" Madam Dong shouted.
Just as he finished speaking, he heard a female voice coming from outside the door.
"What are you kidding me about?"
Everyone in the courtyard heard the sound and looked around, and saw a young lady standing by the door. She was looking over with a serious expression. (To be continued)
