"Yes." Chen Shao slowly uttered one word with a firm expression.
The room was silent again.
The autumn wind came in through the doors and windows of the hall, bringing with it the sound of a flute from nowhere.
It's melodious and a bit sad, but it's not because of emotion, it's probably because it's unfamiliar to a novice.
The sound of the flute stopped suddenly.
"Eighteen Mother, what are you doing?"
In the small flower hall of the Chen family, the young lady who had her flute taken away said displeasedly.
"Stop blowing here, go somewhere else." Chen Shiba Niang said, after thinking for a moment, "Don't blow it anywhere, let's blow it another day."
"Why? I'm like this every day, what's wrong today?" The young lady frowned and said, looking at the Eighteenth Niang again, "Hey, why haven't you gone out to find your sweet lady to read and write in the past few days?"
Chen Shiba Niang turned around and raised her feet.
"My grandfather asked me to help him copy scriptures at home," she said.
"Give me the flute," the young lady followed and said.
The two left one after another.
Chen Shao put down the tea bowl in the study room.
"Ms. Cheng, I know that you are a sensible person." He said, "You also know that this matter is not about love, but about the legal principles that cannot be violated."
"In addition to legal principles, there is also forgiveness." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"Forgiveness is for Yu Shi." Chen Shao looked a little more cheerful and said, "The punishment will be a punishment, no sitting together, no implication, you can rest assured about this."
"Sir, I think you were too hasty in this matter and shouldn't have been sentenced to death," Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Chen Shao's brows twitched slightly, he was too eager. He seemed to have heard these four words somewhere, but he didn't like to hear them.
What is urgency? What is force? How can we turn a blind eye and ignore important national affairs?
"Forcing them too hastily? These people are greedy for personal gain and have shaken the country's foundation, leading to the defeat of the northwest and the displacement of the people. But who pushed them too hastily?" He raised his eyebrows and yelled, "How can such a thief be forgiven!"
The remaining sounds dispersed, and the study fell into silence again.
"My dear girl, this matter is a major political matter. Don't ask any more questions or interfere with it." Chen Shao said, with a look of impatience on his face. "You have tried your best. The original matter was that they were guilty first and then concealed it.
It has nothing to do with it, they deserved this, they asked for it."
I respect her as her father's savior. If it were any other child of her age who would talk nonsense about government affairs, he would have scolded her and kicked her out.
Cheng Jiaoniang bowed her head and saluted.
"That's it, farewell," she said.
Chen Shao did not hold back, nor did he say anything. He watched the lady stand up, lift her skirt, bow once more, and step out.
She stopped again in front of the door.
"Also." She turned around and said, "Mr. Chen, I received the money for the treatment. Your family doesn't owe me anything."
Chen Shao was slightly stunned, then shook his head again.
Is this because of anger?
But in this matter, let alone disappointing this little lady, he would never give in even if his own body was endangered.
So what if you don't care about the emperor's face? What if you offend the interests of the emperor's relatives, relatives and nobles?
I have no time to pursue a career for my country, and I have received the special favor of the emperor, so I must dedicate myself to repaying it.
Chen Shao took the books on several cases and looked down at them.
Seeing the woman walking out along the road with a maid, a little girl took her head back from the wall, turned around and ran towards the inner courtyard.
In the corridor of Mrs. Chen, several granddaughters were laughing and teasing the birds. The little girl ran in and whispered a few words in Chen Shiba Niang's ear. Chen Shi Ba Niang changed her expression slightly and turned around to go to the hall.
"What's wrong with Eighteenth Mother?"
"Who knew, he's been acting weird these past few days, and he even snatched my flute just now."
The other sisters whispered quietly.
"Grandpa, what happened?"
Chen Shiba Niang asked anxiously in the hall.
"Is it because father and Mrs. Cheng have political disagreements?"
Old Mrs. Chen laughed.
"Ms. Cheng is not involved in politics, and her uncle is a military commander. How can your father's political views come from that?" He said, and then pondered for a moment, "It should be said that your father's political views are not in line with what she wants."
"Then Mrs. Cheng will have no contact with us again?" Chen Shiba Niang asked.
Old Mrs. Chen smiled.
"No." He shook his head and said, "This matter is not your father's fault. The cause of her difficulties is not your father. If you don't get what you ask for, you can't blame it on your father."
"However, if you can help with some things but don't, you will be considered an enemy." Chen Shiba Niang said.
"Ms. Cheng is not that kind of person." Old Mrs. Chen said, and smiled slightly, "If she is, then it would be appropriate to have no further contact with her."
Chen Shiba Niang sighed softly.
"Grandpa, I understand the truth, but I still feel a little sad," she said.
"Emotions are more important than etiquette, that's why we are human beings." Mr. Chen said with a smile, "There is no way, people are born like this, and you can't let go of sorrow, joy, and sorrow just by looking at them."
"It would be fine if everything remained unchanged." Chen Shiba Niang said.
Old Mrs. Chen laughed.
"The deceased is like this, and he doesn't give up day and night. This is really something that even the Master feels helpless." He said. [Note 1]
The carriage passed by on the street. In the carriage, Cheng Jiaoniang unfolded a piece of paper, with rich and elegant handwriting on it.
"My knowledge is limited. It's easy to hear some gossip, but there's not much I can do to help you."
The young man in front of him stretched out his hand to touch his sleeves, his expression as clear as his voice.
"I also learned that time was in a hurry after learning about the matter. It is a major political matter and involves Cong Guang. It is impossible for me and other Huangkou children to speak nonsense. It is impossible to ask my father for help. It is impossible for my father to listen to me, and it is impossible for the court to listen to my father.
Please give me paper and pen, madam. All I can do is to find out the names and official positions of the two parties in front of the palace at that time, as well as their respective relationships with others."
"What these people want is nothing more than a thorough investigation of the northwest military affairs, with the goal of completely replacing important northwest military officials from top to bottom. The desertion incident is an excellent excuse."
"Your Majesty is a bit uncertain."
"Taking advantage of the defeat in the northwest and Wang Butang's punishment, His Majesty's anger is still in his heart, so Mr. Chen and others are unwilling to miss this opportunity."
"Gao Tongshi and others naturally refused. Wang Butang fell, but the foundation is still there. As long as the foundation is there, it is easy to raise another Wang Butang. If all the roots are uprooted, this is undoubtedly a murderous parent. No wonder they want to become famous.
Eye-catching."
"So now, one side wants to kill the deserter and let the matter end, while the other side doesn't care about the deserter. No matter whether he kills or not, he must trace it. At this time, Mr. Chen will never speak for these deserters, let alone
Not to mention saving their lives, it will undoubtedly give the other party a reason to attack you."
Qin Shisanlang put down his pen and looked at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"Last time, Xiaoli Liu was plotting secretly, and naturally we were also plotting secretly to be right. But this time, regardless of the selfishness of both sides, it is clearly a legal and moral dispute. Thirteen is a disabled person first.
"Although I'm better now, I'm still young and can't do anything about it. No wonder Liulang doesn't talk to me about this matter. It's really impossible to talk about it."
The carriage suddenly stopped, Cheng Jiaoniang swayed, and looked away. The voices on the street outside were a bit more noisy than before.
"We are about to arrive at Zhang's house." The maid whispered.
The Zhang family is located in a back alley in the bustling city. The bustling place here is not the bustling bustle of gorgeous restaurants and shops like the one where the Immortal Residence is located, but a busy bustling place where poor people come and go. There are no footwear shops, only hawkers with baskets, and there are coolies in ragged clothes and people with makeup.
Gorgeous private prostitute.
Cheng Jiaoniang balled up the paper in her hand and threw it to the maid.
The maid stretched out her hand to catch it, took out the huozhuo she brought with her, pulled it over the small incense burner in the car, and shook it gently. The huozhuo suddenly ignited with sparks. When the car stopped, there was only a pile in the small incense burner.
ash.
The door of the Zhang family was easily knocked open. When he saw the maid, the old servant had a strange expression on his face, but the maid, who was worried about something in her heart, didn't pay attention.
"Is the master here?" she asked hurriedly, about to step in.
But the old servant blocked the door.
"Suxin...oh no, Banqin." He said with a bit of embarrassment, "Master is not here."
The maid was startled.
"I met the master yesterday and told him that we would come today." She couldn't help but say.
The old servant coughed lightly.
Is this accusing the master of breaking his promise and gaining weight?
"Master is going to the academy." He said, "Why don't you come back tomorrow?"
"You may not be able to see him tomorrow." The maid said biting her lower lip.
This is really said without politeness.
The old servant sighed and glanced at the carriage beside him.
"Su Xin." He lowered his voice and said, "Did you get into some big trouble?"
"It's no big trouble!" the maid said angrily, throwing away her hands and turning around, "I'm leaving."
The old servant groaned a few times, but finally did not stay any longer and watched the maid go away.
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Note 1: "The Analects of Confucius. Zihan Chapter"
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