Where there are corrupt officials who are not afraid of death, Du Lingchun naturally cherishes his life, so he is even more taboo about others mentioning the word "death" in front of him. But looking at Gongsun Zhuoyu's serious face, his anger suddenly disappeared, turning into an inexplicable feeling.
"Idiot," Du Lingchun said in a slow tone, pinching his chin, "how can people not die?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu hugged him tightly and said, "There is still a difference between not dying well and dying."
Du Lingchun said angrily: "Then you think I will not end well?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu is a sincere child, he heard the words and nodded: "Yes."
Du Lingchun: "..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu held his hand, fiddled with his fingertips one by one, and said in a low voice, "Since the company has enough power and wealth, the money is the icing on the cake. The plague of locusts in the south is serious, if those sons do too much, they will not make trouble into His Majesty's ears, why bother to go to the muddy waters."
Du Lingchun's mood was still a little different from before, I can't say where it changed, but it did. Hearing Gongsun Zhuoyu say this, he didn't get angry immediately, but said in a vague way, "You are a good person."
Gongsun Zhuoyu's smile was warm and clear: "If the company is a good person, I will be a good person. If the company is a bad person, I will be a bad person."
Du Lingchun shook off his hand, but after a while, he took it back by himself, gritted his teeth and said sympathetically, "What a great event, it's worth so much reasoning, but if the money goes back Go back, but change from one pocket to another. If you want to help the victims, I will ask someone to replace it with rice grains, and I will distribute it on the next trip south."
Du Lingchun had been immersed in officialdom for many years, and he knew better than Gongsun Zhuoyu how deep the water was. This was the best solution.
Gongsun Zhuoyu picked up a strand of hair on his shoulders and asked, "Will the company think I'm nosy?"
Du Lingchun naturally wouldn't think so: "Between you and me, why would you say such things."
Du Lingchun had endured hardships in the palace for too many years, and had long since polished the last bit of kindness in his heart. He faintly knew that he might never be able to become the same person as Gongsun Zhuoyu, but this did not prevent him from protecting the other party and moving forward...
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't know what to say, and after a while, he said four words a little stupidly: "The company is really good."
The company is actually not good, but the company is only good to Gongsun Zhuoyu.
Du Lingchun didn't want to be as tired as his rice cakes, so he simply got up and walked to the bedside: "It's not early, hurry up and rest, you will be late tomorrow, but no one will call you."
Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately stepped up in small steps and followed him onto the bed. He slept very simply. He covered the quilt, hugged Du Lingchun into his arms, and fell asleep after half a cup of tea.
"… "
Probably heartless people sleep fast.
Unlike Gongsun Zhuoyu, Du Lingchun slept well and often took a long time to fall asleep. He closed his eyes and suddenly remembered the night when he first arrived in Jiangzhou and the prefect hosted a banquet.
Zhang Jiji didn't know that he was right outside the door. He had slipped out of words when he was drunk, and laughed at himself, no matter how powerful he was, it was useless, but he was a rootless eunuch.
This sentence made Du Lingchun uneasy, and the hands hidden in his sleeves were clenched fiercely, but when he had time to attack, he listened to another person: "There are many poor people who are poor in food and clothing, if they are not forced to , a good man would not enter the palace to purify his body, why would he make a slander, such a contemptuous person..."
The voice was low and peaceful, and he subconsciously suppressed the fire.
Slaves, eunuchs, these two words are a thorn in Du Lingchun's heart, which cannot be easily touched.
The twilight was dark, there was a dense shadow of trees on the rhombus window, the night wind blew in along the gap, and the curtain moved slightly. The red candle burned silently and slowly, red tears dripped down, and finally burned out, slowly extinguished, and a plume of blue smoke came out.
Du Lingchun saw that Gongsun Zhuoyu turned over and kicked off the quilt, and then pulled it up to cover him. Lying quietly on the bed, I thought to myself, why did my sister ask him to find someone with a good heart? Isn't there one by his side, he has already found it.
This person does not despise himself as a slave, nor does he mind his own imperfection, and his eyes never look strange. I will teach him to write, read poems to him, and buy him rice cakes...
Du Lingchun was also like a child at some point. He wanted to tell Du Qiuwan, his dearest sister, a lot of things, but unfortunately, he couldn't say anything. One after another, they are all related to Gongsun Zhuoyu. So he had to hide it in his heart so that no one could see it.
Jingzhao Yin was in charge of the capital, and he could participate in court meetings. He had jurisdiction over twenty-three counties. It can be said that if there is any lawsuit in this huge capital, the Jingzhao Mansion cannot be avoided. It's just that this position is not easy to sit on. Fifteen people have been replaced in ten years. On average, it takes less than one year to change positions. It can be seen that it is a high-risk occupation.
Gongsun Zhuoyu got up in a daze early in the morning, and when he arrived at Jingzhao Mansion in a carriage, he still hadn't woken up. He looked at the two majestic big stone lions in front of the Jingzhao Mansion, and realized that this was no longer Jiangzhou, and subconsciously supported the official hat on his head.
Si Lu greeted him here early in the morning. When he saw a young man dressed in a crimson official robe getting off the carriage, he expected it to be the new boss, so he hurriedly greeted him: "Is it the Lord Gongsun?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu saw the visitor dressed as a document, and asked aloud, "Who are you?"
Secretary Lu said hurriedly: "I belong to Qing Zhongqing, the Secretary of Jingzhao Mansion. I came here to assist the lord. I learned that the lord has taken office today, and the files for the past few years have been sorted out and placed on the table."
This is a smart guy and an old fritter.
Gongsun Zhuoyu shook his sleeves, walked inside, and asked Wen Zhongqing, "I heard that Jing Zhaoyin has changed three people this year, is it true?"
Wen Zhongqing said with a smile: "Of course it's true, the first lord was whipped from his horse by the Prince of Guangping, and now he's still lying unable to move. The messenger went back to his hometown, and the third lord… that is, lord Chu Lian Jiang Chu, was hanged on the beam by the murderer."
Wen Zhongqing said, raised his finger and pointed to a crossbar above his head, there was a light white mark made by a rope: "The lord was hung on this wood at that time."
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his head and glanced along the direction he pointed, thinking that he was infiltrating people, not only infiltrating people, but also bad luck. Glancing at Wen Zhongqing, I always felt that this person was referring to Sang and scolding Huai: "Jing Zhaoyin has changed so many positions, so has your secretary ever changed?"
Wen Zhongqing smiled and cupped his hands: "The subordinates are not talented. I have been in this position for more than four years. This year is the fifth year."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself that he was really a powerful person. His superiors changed every year, and Wen Zhongqing could still stay stable. He was a talent. After he walked to the table, he glanced over it roughly, and found that Chu Lianjiang had dozens of unsolved cases, which was "excellent" than when he was a magistrate in Jiangzhou.
Gongsun Zhuoyu hissed, "Are these unsolved cases?"
Wen Zhongqing cupped his hands: "Yes."
Gongsun Zhuoyu threw it aside with little interest: "Then let's hang on."
Wen Zhongqing heard the words, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze. He probably didn't expect Gongsun Zhuoyu to not even do face-saving work. I thought that I had heard that he was part of Du Sigong's party, and I was afraid that he would sit on the throne of Jingzhao Yin because of his connections.
The system flew out like a ghost, quietly landed on Gongsun Zhuoyu's lap, and then deliberately frightened him: [Stab!]
"Mom!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu's conditioned reflex jumped up from his position, and he was already mentally shadowed by the electricity. He looked around in a panic, and found that the system was landing on the corner of the table, flapping his wings: [Dear, don't neglect your duties]
Wen Zhongqing was taken aback by Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Sir, what's the matter with you?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't feel pain for a long time, only then did he realize that it was a false alarm. He sat down on the chair in shock, cursing the system, this immoral ghost, and said to Wen Zhongqing: "No... It's nothing, I saw a mouse just now. ."
009 flew over and beat his head with his wings: [You are the mouse, you are the mouse!]
Gongsun Zhuoyu turned his head to dodge without a trace, thinking that this system is really annoying, and his ghosts will not disperse. Before he started to handle the case, his temples were already hurting, and he didn't want to move while lying on the table.
009 Sitting on his head with a squeak: [Since you don't want to ask for orders for the people, why do you want to be an official]
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyelids: "Who said that being an official can only be done for the people."
He can also receive some innocuous filial piety, wear official uniforms to show his prestige, receive a salary, and leave a name in the history, which has many advantages.
009 The blue body flashed: [Either you are not an official, you must perform your duties when you are an official, or you will be fired]
Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted electricity, you know electricity, and you have the ability to kill him with money. But he still succumbed to the threat of the system, and reluctantly let people take the file back, but it turned out that it was all trivial matters.
Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned, pointing to a recent case and asking Wen Zhongqing, "Who is this Wang Xu?"
Wen Zhongqing stepped forward to take a look, and responded: "Master Hui, this man beat the son and entourage of the Minister of Punishment in the street a few days ago, and is now detained in the prison. Because of the death of Master Chu, he has not yet had time to try the case. ."
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked at him: "I know he beat people in the street, what I'm asking is, what is Wang Xu's identity?"
Wen Zhongqing was stunned for a moment: "I'm a scholar with a family of disciples."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought it was very interesting: "This is strange, he is a poor scholar, where did he have the courage to beat up the son of the minister of punishment department, and he also counted his entourage. Could it be that he was born with supernatural power and courage?"
Wen Zhongqing smiled, a little embarrassed: "This is what Master Chu ordered, and the subordinates have to write it like this."
The system lay on Gongsun Zhuoyu's shoulders, and sniffed pitifully: [There must be grievances]
Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at it expressionlessly: "Can you walk away and don't shake in front of me."
unlucky.
This is not the first time the system has been disliked. Hearing that, he snorted unhappily and disappeared.
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that it was no wonder that Chu Lianjiang wrote that, one was a poor scholar with four walls, and the other was the son of the servant of the Ministry of Punishment. Who would be stupid to offend people. But it's not okay to not offend, otherwise, wouldn't it be electrocuted
Gongsun Zhuoyu waved his sleeves: "I'm going to the court to try the case, order someone to bring Wang Xu up, and also, who is the servant of the Ministry of Punishment's family..."
Wen Zhongqing answered with interest: "Hong Wentao, Hong Gongzi."
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Yes, summon that thing to me too."
It was the first time that Wen Zhongqing met such a boss. He glanced at him strangely when he heard the words, and confirmed again: "Sir, do you really want to summon Mr. Hong, what if he doesn't come?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that he had Du Lingchun's backing behind him, and was afraid that he would be a playboy, so he rolled up his sleeves and said, "If you don't come, you can drag me, and if you can't, beat him until he is willing to come!"
Wen Zhongqing thought to himself that he didn't see that the adult was so hard-hearted, and only hoped that he would not be a paper tiger. That Wang Xu was already frail and sickly, and he spent half his life in prison for a few days. If it was later, he would probably go back to hell, so it would be better if he was released now.
"Yes, my lord, this subordinate will order someone to do it."
After Wen Zhongqing finished speaking, he went out and gave a few words to the yamen at the entrance, ordering them to escort Hong Wentao back, and then let someone go to the dungeon to carry Wang Xu up, and then he returned to the lobby.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was drinking tea, but there was always a drum in his heart. The capital city is full of dignitaries, and if a brick is smashed, eight out of ten are royal relatives. The position of Jing Zhaoyin sounds majestic, but some things cannot be judged by the level of the official position.
For example, the guards who watch the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion may be a bit more majestic than a magistrate.
Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at Wen Zhongqing: "Then Hong Wentao's father is the minister of punishment?"
Wen Zhongqing nodded: "Exactly."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was silent for a moment: "Does his family have any other messed up relatives?"
"Uh..." Wen Zhongqing thought for a moment, then hesitantly said, "The Hong family has a daughter who is a concubine in the palace. Although she is only a noble, she is pregnant with an imperial heir."
In this capital, any big family with head and face, who has few daughters, will enter the palace draft when they are old, and most of the emperors will not give up their brands in order to attract courtiers.
There is nothing powerful about being a princess, but it is amazing with a dragon seed in her stomach.
Gongsun Zhuoyu hissed, thinking that he was causing trouble. He was about to have someone call back the yamen who had summoned Hong Wentao. Who would have thought that he would suddenly hear a scolding from outside, and quickly got up and walked out with Wen Zhongqing.
"Let go of me! Why do you arrest people!"
That Hong Wentao happened to be drinking flower wine in a nearby brothel, and a few yamen officers caught him as soon as they were caught. They obeyed Gongsun Zhuoyu's order. If the other party refused to come, they would be dragged. If they couldn't be dragged, they would fight. They dragged Hong Wentao out of the brothel like a sack and dragged him directly to the gate of the government office before letting go.
Hong Wentao was so angry that his face was ashen, his whole body was trembling, and he pointed at the yamen and said angrily: "You bastards, how dare you treat me like this! Do you know who my father is! Who is my sister! "
In the boundary of the capital, the background is the last word, otherwise people will fight for father and mother, and you can only squat in the corner to fight Duoduo.
The yamen are all old fritters, and they start to throw the blame without lifting their eyelids: "At the order of my lord, I came to summon the son to pass the court. If you have anything, you can tell the lord Gongsun."
Gongsun Zhuoyu just rushed out in a hurry, and a black pot flew in front of him. He almost vomited blood in front of him. He was about to speak, but he heard Hong Wentao say: "Bah! A mere Jingzhao Yin dares to touch this son, he is here. Hit the stone with the egg!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu silently rolled up his sleeves behind him.