I don't know if I can't stand this idle guy Song Yu who keeps hindering the normal operation of the Security Department. Before noon, Zhou Qinian actually showed up.
Zhou Qinian looked like he had just returned from outside the city, and his official robes were still stained with the dust from Yuanao Mountain. As soon as he stepped into the threshold of the Safety Department, he was stopped by Hu Wenwen, who was forced to listen to the long-winded complaint from the scholar. After learning that it was the young master Song Yu who acted as a monster, Zhou Qinian could only bite the bullet and went to the judge's office without even returning to his own residence.
At this time, the Judicial Office has become Song Dynasty's dojo for listening to books. In order to enhance the atmosphere, he went to the alchemy room after arriving at the Peace Department today and asked for a small stove for decoction - in fact, his original intention was to find Qian Xiu, but unfortunately Qian Xiu took a temporary break today and ended up not having a bath. Being able to meet this person who even Du Anchen couldn't find.
At this moment, a cluster of talisman fire was burning in the small stove in the alchemy room, steadily and fiercely warming a small teapot above it. Song Yu stared intently at a big man with a square face, his hands flowing smoothly, pouring tea for several fellow judges present, and at the same time asked with great interest: "What next?"
The big man with the square face was obviously not good at words. He stumbled for a long time before he fumbled: "Then the strange beast died."
"Now that Yongxi Prefecture is safe and sound, the strange beast is naturally dead." Song Yu's eyes were shining as he helped the square-faced man squeeze out toothpaste: "The point of the question is, how did it die."
Dead means dead. The square-faced man's eyes were straight and his tongue was almost tied: "He was beaten to death by the guards."
"How were you beaten to death?" Before he finished speaking, Song Yu added another sentence.
The square-faced man wanted to cry. This kind of question and answer has been going on all morning. Those colleagues who were drinking tea have been asked by Song Yu for a round, why is it so difficult to get to him?
Is it a crime to be rude in the Department of Peace?
Zhou Qinian knew at a glance that this young drunkard from Song Yu was not interested in drinking. He cleared his throat and walked into the judge's office with a smile: "You guys are so elegant."
Several eyes suddenly focused on Zhou Qinian, as if they were seeing the savior.
After spending the whole morning, Song Yu finally waited for the rightful master, and Shi Shiran stood up with everyone: "Master Zhou."
"My dear nephew, why do you and I need to see each other outside? Are you here?" Zhou Qinian gave a just right look of doubt.
One of them bowed and replied: "It is Mr. Xiao Song who wants to know the achievements of the Ping An Department in previous years."
Zhou Qinian glanced at Song Yu thoughtfully. I saw that the latter was still distributing tea and refreshments to everyone, with a smile on his face and didn't seem to show anything unusual at all.
Zhou Qinian had a headache as usual, but after experiencing many battles, he could still smile at the right time: "Oh, I didn't expect my nephew to appreciate me so much."
"It's a pity that Mr. Zhou has so many things to do all day, and even went out of the city to investigate in person. Otherwise, Mr. Zhou must have a clear understanding of the affairs within the Security Department, and I will save a lot of trouble."
Zhou Qinian cursed in his heart that every time Song Yu asked him questions, didn't he already tell everything he knew. But he could avoid Song Yu, but he couldn't directly collide with him. At this time, he could only smile: "Actually, the library should also have more complete information."
"It's not as vivid and rich as the narratives of my colleagues." Song Yu said something very hateful, "Besides, Hu Wenwen from the library seems to have some opinions on me."
"..." Zhou Qinian's face stiffened for a while, and finally he sighed helplessly, "I apologize to you on his behalf. Hu Wenwen is not targeting adults, that's just his character."
Song Yu was somewhat resentful of the little kid who had a difficult birth, so he didn't accept Zhou Qinian's apology: "Why did Mr. Zhou have to accept it on behalf of others?"
"He and I are not outsiders. He is my uncle, oh, to be precise, my wife's uncle." Zhou Qinian sighed, knowing that Hu Wenwen would probably vent his anger on him when he provoked Song Yu. But in this way, he became the piece of meat in the meat bun.
This sudden kinship made Song Yu feel like he had eaten a little bit of melon, but it seemed like he had not. However, he learned a lot about the old stories of Yongxi Prefecture from his colleagues today, and gained a better understanding of the capabilities of the Security Department here. He was generally satisfied with the results of this work.
It was not in vain that he had been brewing tea for several hours.
The temple bell in the distance rang, and it was already time to serve food in the cafeteria. The judges looked at Zhou Qinian with more and more intense eyes, and Zhou Qinian knew that he could not escape: "My dear nephew, you see it's already this hour, why not..."
"Okay." Song Yu responded quickly: "Master Zhou is willing, but I still have a lot to talk to Master Zhou."
Zhou Qinian smiled bitterly: "Easy to say, easy to say."
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After all, Zhou Qinian lives in the Safety Department and doesn't have to go to the canteen with the others. He has his own little stove. Song Yu followed into Houya and saw Zhou Qinian's rather graceful and dignified wife. In terms of appearance, she had nothing in common with Hu Wenwen.
Song Yu met his wife, and after they had just exchanged a few words, Zhou Qinian said, "You and your uncle will have dinner later, and I will go to the study with Nephew Song."
Mrs. Zhou was a little dissatisfied and complained: "We are all members of our own family, so it would be more lively to eat together."
"Something's wrong." Zhou Qinian lowered his voice intentionally.
Mrs. Zhou frowned, perhaps because she didn't want to argue with her husband in front of Song Yu, but she agreed. When Song Yu followed Zhou Qinian into the study with a smile, and before Zhou Qinian could be polite, Song Yu took the lead and said, "My nephew doesn't understand the rules. He slighted Master Zhou at the city gate that day. I hope you will forgive me!"
His words were sincere, and his gesture was the greatest gift second only to kneeling. Zhou Qinian was immediately surprised, but after helping Song Yu straighten up, his tone obviously changed a little, and he still regained a little bit of his previous attentiveness: "Oh, my nephew, why is he like this!"
Besides, that’s not how scorn is used!
After pretending for five minutes, Song Yu still had the idea of clearing the story and going home early firmly in his mind: "Hey, the situation was critical that day, so my nephew came up with this strategy. I didn't realize it at the time, and the more I thought about it after I got home, the more I realized it. OK. But Lord Zhou left the city after that, and even though my nephew wanted to apologize, he couldn't see him..."
What he said is reasonable and well-founded. Although Zhou Qinian knew the words were polite, this was the first time that Song Yu spoke of his nephew to him. Thinking of the person behind this young man, the old fox couldn't help but feel a little carried away for a moment.
But Song Yu quickly changed the subject: "In addition, my nephew also wants to ask Mr. Zhou about someone."
Zhou Qinian was in a good mood at the moment, with a little joy in his voice: "Who?"
"Money show."
Zhou Qinian paused and asked suspiciously: "Why are you asking about him?"
Song Yu also had a very good reason for this: "I actually wanted to find out the assassin who invaded my house that day. I heard that his official uniform was not that of Yongxizhou, but that of Qingpingzhou. This happened later It fell to this manager Qian, who was responsible for editing the book and going to Qing Pingzhou to ask questions. I'm just a little curious."
Mentioning Qian Xiu, Zhou Qinian's tone sounded somewhat regretful: "It's normal for him to handle this matter. Oh, nephew, I'm afraid you haven't met this manager Qian, so you don't know what's special about him."
Song Yu immediately acted like he was listening, and what followed was Zhou Qinian's eloquent talk.
Manager Qian, who had never been masked by Song Yu, and whose appearance Du Anchen had forgotten, was older than Zhou Qinian. When Zhou Qinian was still full of energy and was still unaware of the dangers of officialdom, Director Qian was already able to take charge of his own role in the Security Department.
"My nephew may not be able to imagine the Yongxi Prefecture today. Although the Yongxi Prefecture a long time ago occupied a very large area, it was definitely not close to the prosperity. But more than ten years ago, a tide of beasts and strange ghosts suddenly appeared. Under their repeated invasion, it is said that the people here are living in dire straits." Zhou Qinian recalled the beginning, with a bitter smile on his lips: "At that time, if there were monks who joined the Peace Department and were sent to Yongxi Prefecture by An, they would only feel that it was bitter and dangerous here. . Who would want to be stationed at the border if he could stay in the prosperous capital city? I was the same at that time, and I thought death was my home."
Song Yu nodded, listened carefully, and rarely interrupted.
"There were not many people left in the Security Department at that time. Those left behind were all men who could fight to the death with ghosts and beasts, but they were also a little tired." Recalling the past years, Zhou Qinian's tone became more and more emotional. , and with deep respect, "Because there are few people in the department, one person is divided into several people. Therefore, Director Qian is responsible for his own role. To be precise, there are several roles."
Such a charming person is now suspected of colluding with the White Walkers. Song Yu would never dare to say this in front of Zhou Qinian... He couldn't help but sigh: "Listen to Mr. Zhou, then he... Then he is now guarding Being a supervisor in an alchemy room is somewhat of a humiliation."
"Do you want to say that he is more suitable to be the leader?" Zhou Qinian rarely showed a hint of playfulness in a heavy topic. Even when he said this, he took out an oil paper bag from the drawer of the study, which contained Some fried soybeans, crispy and fragrant to the bite. Looking out the window, he was obviously lost in memories again: "Everyone in the Ping An Department thought so. It's a pity that that incident happened later."
Song Yu knew that a crucial turning point was coming! But now he really wants to complain! I can’t tell you, Zhou Qinian, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, is eating snacks. To be honest, Song Yu had wanted to taste something in his mouth for a long time, but he felt that the topic seemed a bit heavy and serious, so he restrained himself. Who knew that Zhou Qinian would take the initiative himself.
It's crunchy and crispy.
If you can't beat him, then join in. Song Yu also took out peanuts or something, threw it on the oil paper, and started to chew happily: "What is it?"
Maybe it was because the atmosphere of chatting while eating here was too chatty, so Zhou Qinian felt a lot more relaxed: "He found the saint's remnant clothes, but he was also seriously injured, even to the spine. He stayed in bed for three days It was only in his later years that he could sit up a little. Even now, he still walks with a limp. He has to take pills every two hours, otherwise his bones will crack inch by inch."
"..." Song Yu silently put down the peanuts in his hand. This topic was too heavy and he couldn't bear to eat it!
