yamen
The county magistrate was still resting at the meeting. He spent the night in Dongjiao Village last night, and just after squinting for less than an hour, the yamen outside came knocking on the door.
"My lord, someone is playing a drum."
The county magistrate turned over and was silent again.
"My lord, someone is playing a drum."
The county magistrate reluctantly got up from the bed, put on the official uniform and official boots, and went to the hall slowly, before opening his eyes, he was shocked.
"Who plays the drums?"
In the hall, two men dressed in Chinese robes stood in tandem. The former had a noble brow bone, and the latter wore a long sword to show courage.
Jing Rong looked around in the hall, but did not see the little scholar from yesterday.
The county magistrate didn't see anyone for a long time and hugged his name, rubbed his eyes with his thumb, and then opened his eyes to see the person who came.
Isn't that the young master who came with Ji Shuhan in Dongjiao Village last night
"Who is coming? Why are you beating the drums?" The county magistrate asked again according to the rules.
"Sir, my son is here today to find the painter. Please call her out." Lang Bo said that he was here.
"Looking for Yunshu?" The county magistrate muttered softly, pinched an abacus in his hand, raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Ji is not working today, you can come back another day."
"Where is she?" Jing Rong said.
"How can this official know where she is? If it's all right, then leave quickly. The drum outside the yamen can't be beat casually." The county magistrate had not slept well, so he was naturally a little impatient.
Jing Rong's face was expressionless, he glanced at Lang Bo, Lang Bo understood, he took out a sign from his waist and lit it up.
"Liu Qingping, keep your eyes open."
Ouch, how dare you call him by the name of the official master!
The county magistrate was so arrogant that he got up and took the gavel to shoot, but suddenly saw the words on the token.
The gavel in his hand fell with a bang.
When even carrying the official uniform, he bowed down and walked down the hall, greeted him respectfully, his feet trembled, and he knelt down.
"Rong... Prince Rong, the lower officials have eyes but no pearls. I don't know... It was Prince Rong who arrived and was neglected. I hope that Prince Rong will forgive me."
Jing Rong glanced at him, this sample, but his face changed very quickly.
"Those who don't know are innocent, and this king doesn't want to disturb too many people, so there's no need to give a big gift, get up."
"Thank... Rong... Prince Rong."
The county magistrate was frightened and sweated, his legs trembled violently, and he stood up after a while, but his body was not straight.
"I don't know why Prince Rong came... for what?"
The corners of Lang Bo's mouth twitched as he spoke for Jing Rong.
"Didn't you just say it? I came today to find the painter from yesterday. You asked her to come out immediately."
"This… "
"What is this, a little painter, is it possible that he is still holding up a shelf?"
The county magistrate quickly shook his hand: "No, no, no, the lower official will send someone to find her." He turned his head to the yamen and said, "Don't hurry up and find Mr. Ji."
"Yes."
The yamen went away.
The county magistrate, for fear of neglecting the big Buddha, bowed his waist again, and accompanied Smiley to invite Jingrong and Langbo to the backyard to rest, made a pot of high-quality tea, and stood by himself, still trembling at this moment, Raising his sleeves and wiping sweat.
This Jinjiang City, when has such a big person come to!
Jing Rong took a sip of tea. Jinjiang is rich in tea. The tea is fragrant and sweet in the mouth.
"Who is that painter?" Jing Rong asked.
"Her name is Ji Yunshu, and she is a famous painter in our Jinjiang City." The county magistrate replied.
"How to be famous?"
"In recent years, there have been a lot of carrion and charred corpses in our county, but none of them have been claimed. Since Mr. Ji came, whether it's carrion or white bones, we can definitely draw the appearance of the deceased before he was alive, not only that. , she also solved a lot of cases for the subordinate officials."
The county magistrate seemed to have gold on his face and was very proud.
"Such a strange person? Nesting in this small Jinjiang City is a bit underwhelming." Lang Bo glanced at his master intentionally or unintentionally.
It seems to have a deep meaning!
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows: "That's all?"
The county magistrate thought: "Mr. Ji has a bad temper."
"What's wrong?"
The county magistrate hesitated: "No... I like to talk a lot, but my temper is a little cold."
cold? How cold is it
Jing Rong held the cup and took another sip of tea.
In less than a while, the yamen came in to report.
"Mr. Ji is sleeping in the house and said he will not live today."
The county magistrate's face turned blue, and he was sweating coldly.
On the one hand, there is Ji Yunshu, whom he regards as a treasure, and on the other hand, King Rong, who has the most power, this can make him stumped.
This team has to stand up well!