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During a celebration banquet, Qin Mu was so drunk that he was helped back to the government office by a young man from the Yang family.
The layout of local yamen at all levels in the Ming Dynasty was roughly the same, with two to five front and back halls. This was mainly due to the increase or decrease according to the different levels of the yamen. For example, the governor's yamen usually had as many as five front and back halls, two corridors in the main hall, and a main door. There are several rooms on the verandah and porch of the ceremony, with bedrooms built on the east and left, and a place for merit appreciation in the east. Outside the gate, there are two archways, Fu'an and Jingjing, and to the south of the screen wall, there are three department halls for meetings of lower-level officials. A place of idleness. The Hou Yamen is where the chief officials and their families live.
Yang Tinglin arranged for Qin Mu to stay temporarily in Dongze's dormitory in Yameni instead of going to the post house. Firstly, it was to facilitate discussions with him. Secondly, Qin Mu had just made a great contribution, so it seemed more polite.
The night in May was refreshing and pleasant because of a heavy rain. There were bursts of frogs singing in the pond, and summer insects were singing together at the base of the wall. The night wind blew through a pine tree in front of the house, making a "whistling" sound. "the sound of;
The rain has stopped, but the eaves are still dripping from time to time, and the water in front of the steps is ticking, making the entire east wing look particularly peaceful and peaceful.
Qin Mu was lying on the bamboo mat, his mind was groggy, but his ears were awake. He could hear the sound of water and insects outside the window more clearly. A series of gentle footsteps came from outside the courtyard, and then he heard a woman's voice. sound.
"Qiao'er, sister won't go in. You can carry it in yourself."
"Sister Zhi'er, don't you want to see my young master? He's drunk. It's okay. You can go in."
"Qiao'er, what are you talking about? Who wants to see him? If you keep talking nonsense, I won't tear your little mouth apart."
"Then you keep asking about my young master? Hehe, sister Zhi'er is blushing."
"You still said it, you still said it!"
"Yeah, the tea is about to spill. Sister, please spare me. Sister, you'd better go in. It's okay. My young master is not a bad person."
"It doesn't matter if you're not a bad person. There are differences between men and women. Others will gossip when my sister goes in. The tea is getting cold. Qiao'er, please bring it in quickly."
"But my young master also hugged you, my sister. What's the point of meeting her?"
"Ah... Qiao'er, you are seeking death..."
Qin Mu heard a set of footsteps running away quickly, and then heard the sound of Qiaoer pushing the door open and entering the courtyard. He couldn't help but think of the person he saw at the back office door that day who looked exactly like Princess Yushu in the movie "The Myth". The girl, sixteen or seventeen years old, is youthful and beautiful. She looks like a flower shining in the water, or like the moon surrounding light clouds. She is graceful and graceful, which is unforgettable at first sight.
After Qiaoer brought tea into the room, she went to brighten the oil lamp first, then walked to the bamboo mat and gave Qin Mu a gentle push.
Qin Mu couldn't help but feel angry. This girl talked a lot just now. Why didn't she call someone now instead of pushing her
He suddenly opened his eyes and glared at her. The little girl was startled, then the corners of her mouth slowly raised, her smile was as light as smoke, but she remained silent as she took the sobering tea to feed him.
Qin Mu was really angry, so he raised his hand and slapped a red mole on her forehead. The girl had a faint red mole between her eyebrows, which could not be seen without paying attention. With his flick, it finally became more obvious. This gave Qin Mu an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, just like when he was a child, he snatched the popsicle from Erya next door and took a lick of it, treating it as an indirect kiss.
"Master, please drink this sobering tea first."
"Are you finally willing to speak?"
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"Hey! Here we go again, do you think I don't dare to beat you?"
"No, no, my mother used to say that my daughter's family shouldn't talk too much, otherwise it would..."
"What's going to happen? Tell me!" Qin Mu grabbed the sobering tea and drank it all in one gulp like a bandit drinking, in order to make himself look more vicious.
"Only... will make people feel more elegant."
"What? Xianshu? What a big girl, Xianshu? Hahaha!"
The little girl's face turned red when he laughed, and she blurted out: "I'm fourteen..."
Snapped! Qin Mu slapped her and the little girl finally changed her tune.
"Ten... ... twelve."
"Didn't your mother teach you that ladies can't lie?"
"I... ... ... ... "
"Tell me the truth, is your sister Zhi'er a rebel spy? What did she ask you about me?"
When Qiaoer heard this, she immediately became excited. Her bright eyes turned around with indescribable agility. She quickly took off her little bow shoes and lay beside Qin Mu without any scruples, squinting her eyebrows. Er smiled and said: "Sir, is sister Zhi'er beautiful? How does it feel when you hold her? Is she beautiful?"
When Qin Mu asked this question, his drunkenness disappeared immediately and he broke out in cold sweat. This girl is really... We interrogated her fiercely, but she turned around and started interviewing us. What's the point of this? Where!
"Lift your butt!" Qin Mu shouted, Qiaoer just happened to be leaning over and lying on her stomach, it was suitable, bang bang! After two slaps, the little girl quickly turned over and hid in a corner of the bamboo mat, covering her buttocks and pouting in response.
"This young master is asking you something!"
"Sister Zhi'er has never been so cruel to others." The little mouth can almost hang a soy sauce bottle.
"I'm asking you something, didn't you hear it?" Hold on, otherwise this girl won't be able to go to the house to unveil the tiles tomorrow.
"She asked about everything. She asked about the young master all day long, as well as the poems he wrote, and what kind of person he was."
"What's your answer? Have you betrayed your country and sought glory? Hurry up and get the truth!" Qin Mu couldn't find the gavel that he could take advantage of. He picked up the tea bowl next to him and slapped it hard. He was worried that the bowl would be smashed on the way, so he quickly stopped his efforts. , the prestige is inevitably greatly reduced.
"Of course not. How can I just tell others that Young Master is a good person?"
"That's pretty much it... Uh, no, are you telling her that I'm a bad person?" Qin Mu's head was dizzy after drinking, and she was almost tricked.
"No, no, I didn't say that the young master is a bad person."
Well, Qin Mu was knocked unconscious by her. He rubbed his groggy head and wondered why this hangover soup didn't work. Could it be that someone had given him drugs like "Princess Calls Every Night"
"Girl, let's do this. You repeat the conversation between you and your sister Zhier, and I will look for clues myself so that I can solve the case as soon as possible."
"Sister Zhi'er asked: Does your young master have any new poems? I answered: No..."
"Stop, stop, stop! You stinky girl, how can you say no? It's all about picking up girls, how can you say no?"
"Sir, what does picking up girls mean?"
"Uh... This is not the point. The point is that you got the answer wrong. I have it. I have a new work, but I don't tell most people. You understand!"
"Oh, where is the young master's new work?"
"Servant Mo!"
The little girl was still awake. She put on her bow shoes and ran to the desk to sharpen ink.
Last night's stars, last night's wind, the west bank of the painting building and the east side of Guitang... No, no, this seems to be a poem by the predecessors. The groggy magistrate of Qin tilted his head and hesitated, like The rooster just surrounds the hen and is ready to move.
"Sir, the ink is ready."
"Oh, I know, give me a hand so I don't fall."
The little girl came up to help him, with a vague smile on her lips. Qin Mu accidentally caught a glimpse and thought it was a bit strange. She raised her hand and made a sudden drop of grain. This is called "I would rather kill the wrong person than let him go."
"Hmph, if you continue to bully others, young master, they will stop delivering messages for you."
"Hey, you're threatening this county. You're so brave. Come on, I'll serve you with a guillotine!"
"Master Bao, please spare your life, Master Bao, please spare your life, I am wronged!"
"It has nothing to do with you being wronged, does it? By the way, when did I ask you to deliver a message for me?"
"In a moment!"
Mr. Qin stumbled on his feet and almost fell down. This girl was incredible. She knew it was five hundred years before and five hundred years later. By the way, at least one of my poems comes to mind;
Not caring about getting entangled with him, Qin Mu walked quickly to the table and wrote down in a sweat: Several times under the moon, I sat and played the flute, looking at the red wall of silver and Han in the distance. With such stars and such a night, for whom does the wind and dew set the midnight sun
Well, I don’t need the next few sentences. Mainly because I couldn’t remember them at the moment. I wrote these sentences based on my vague memory. He threw the pen and said generously: "Girl, hurry up and send the letter and get this done." Free of guillotine!”
Qiao'er shrank her head, determined to ask an inferior question: "Master, you haven't said it yet, is Sister Zhi'er beautiful? Do you feel beautiful when you hold her!"
"I didn't feel it, I just felt that my face was getting bigger and bigger, and my neck was getting thicker and thicker..." What a mess, I became a fan, "Stop talking and hurry up Send a message! The king is in need of a wife, and Princess Yushu is good... No, go quickly, and let's eat pancakes when you come back."
"Hehe, the young master will be nervous too, and his face will turn red!"
"What are you talking about? Try drinking two kilograms of old wine and see if your face turns red."
"whee... ... ... .."
The little girl rolled up the poem on the table and ran out the door with a silvery laugh.
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ps: The little girl just ran to the courtyard gate and ran back again. She looked at Qin Mu with bright eyes and said, "Sir, this letter hasn't been stamped yet. It won't work without stamps."
"Uh, I don't have any stamps. Can I recommend a vote?"
"Okay, bring it quickly."
The magistrate of Qin searched his pockets for a long time, but couldn't find one, so he could only awkwardly raise his hands to the surroundings: "Dear friends, if anyone has a recommendation ticket, please do it, please do it."
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