A house opposite the back door of the largest gambling house in the capital is a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, and few people set foot there.
But today there are guests in the house.
"Master Qian, wait a moment, I will go back to Mr. Ming." Shen Jingshan said.
"Sorry, Brother Shen." Mr. Qian bowed with a smile.
Shen Jingshan entered and came out in a moment: "Mr. Ming, please come in."
Lord Qian thanked him and entered Lingxiao Pavilion.
Shen Jingshan looked at the closed door, his smile faded and his eyes turned gloomy.
After about a quarter of an hour, Mr. Qian came out dripping with sweat. Shen Jingshan sent him out, then turned around and entered the Lingxiao Pavilion. Under the candlelight, a figure could be vaguely seen through the gauze screen.
"What happened?" Shen Jingshan asked coldly.
The person behind the screen said: "Dali Temple is going to re-investigate Jia Liu's death. Today, Lord Gu, the Minister of Dali Temple, personally went to the weapons inspection."
"Where is the flaw?"
"Master Qian doesn't know either."
Shen Jingshan snorted coldly: "A bunch of trash can't handle this matter well."
"Both the people named Feng and Hu can't stay. I've asked Mr. Qian to make arrangements."
Shen Jingshan said: "You should handle this matter yourself. Don't let Gu Zhouting find out the clues. His nose is sharper than a dog's."
The person behind the screen responded respectfully: "Yes."
Here Gu Zhouting and Jiang Wanning returned to Dali Temple after dinner.
The two of them split up and wrote down what they saw.
Gu Zhou stopped simply and finished writing in a short time. He looked sideways at Jiang Wan Ning who was still writing hard.
Under the soft candlelight, the line from her eyebrows, eyes, nose to chin was as delicate as a silhouette, and Gu Zhou was stunned.
Nan Zhi rarely wrote by himself before. Every time he wanted to write something, Nan Zhi would make him do hard labor.
... Gu Zhou stopped, I said, you write.
Even Xiao Wang was in need of paintings to decorate a courtyard in Xishan, so she asked him to paint it.
It's a matter of course.
...Among the people I know, you are the best at painting. If not you, who would I look for? No matter what, I'll treat you to dinner.
He really didn't want to paint, and couldn't bear to see her decorate that courtyard as if it were her own home.
But that will be her future home! She was going to marry Xiao Wang after all.
So, he agreed.
Thinking about it, his painting hangs in the most eye-catching place in her living room. She can see it when she goes there, and she will remember that this painting was painted by him, which is good.
Who knows, God will play tricks on people.
She died, she came back, and now sat in front of him.
Seeing that her ink was about to run out, Gu Zhou stopped to look at the inkstone and poured some water into it, then picked up the ink stick and ground it carefully.
Jiang Wan Ning was engrossed in recalling and writing, and did not notice that Gu Zhou stopped to help her grind ink.
After a long time, Jiang Wanning stopped writing: "It's almost done."
Turning her head, she met Gu Zhouding's gentle brows and eyes. He came closer at some point. The distance between the two of them was less than half a foot, and she could feel his warm breath on her forehead.
Jiang Wanning felt that her ears were starting to feel hot again, and she hurriedly lowered her head and said, "I've written it."
Gu Zhouting stared at her ears. The small and soft earlobes were turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were so cute that you couldn't help but want to pinch them.
But he still held back, gently put down the ink stick, and moved closer to what she had written silently, almost whispering softly in her ear: "Let me take a look."
Jiang Wanning felt as if her ears were twitched by feathers. She was not sure whether Gu Zhouting did it on purpose. Gu Zhouting was an extremely upright gentleman.
"You should also take a look at what I wrote silently." Gu Zhou stopped to see that her little ears were so red that they were almost bleeding. He suppressed a laugh and put the warehouse register he wrote silently in front of her, and said seriously: "You can read it later." Let me exchange opinions."
Jiang Wanning's heart was pounding, and she thought: She must be overthinking, it was just an accident.
Calm down and read the data on the paper carefully.
Gu Zhouting did not doubt whether there was any discrepancy in the data she wrote down. He only marveled at how she could write down hundreds of data. Even he couldn't do it.
Looking at it, Gu Zhouting frowned: "There is no shortage of ore, but the output is low. Is it because the quantity of ore is false when registering, or is the quantity of steel obtained after smelting false?"
"We should check the records of the ore at the mine. If they match, then the problem lies after smelting. If they don't match..."
Just as he was talking, Zheng Guan came back.
Zheng Guan saw the two of them sitting side by side, his eyes moving back and forth on their faces, and he felt as if he had come at the wrong time.
Jiang Wanning hurriedly got up and left Gu Zhouting's desk.
Gu Zhou stopped and said as if nothing happened: "How was the investigation?"
"Back to your lord, the younger one didn't go to the Arms Supervisor. He made a pretext of looking for a friend and invited two craftsmen from the Arms Supervisor to dinner. Coincidentally, both of them recognized Jia Jianzuo. After some clichés, they learned that Jia Jianzuo Occasionally, Zuo will go out to have dinner with his colleagues, but Jia Jiazuo never drinks. Every time someone tries to persuade him, he says that his wife won’t let her drink, otherwise she won’t be able to enter the house. Everyone laughs at him for being henpecked, but he doesn’t care.”
"I also found out that Hu Bin and Feng Chao don't have much contact with Jia Jianzuo on weekdays. Hu Bin is from Jiafang and Feng Chao is from the Metallurgical Department. I heard what they said. There are many weapons supervisors. Everyone thought that Jia Jian committed suicide for no apparent reason, and they discussed it in private. Later, Mr. Qian ordered that no one should discuss it any more, and those who violated the rules would be expelled from the Ordnance Supervisor, so everyone no longer dared to discuss it."
Gu Zhouting said thoughtfully: "It seems that the problem of weapons supervision is not small."
If even the people in the Ordnance Supervision think there is a problem, then there must be a problem.
"Mo Yu, you will keep an eye on Mr. Qian from tomorrow on."
Mo Yu responded.
"It's not too early. I'll go into the palace tomorrow and we'll discuss everything after I leave the palace." After saying that, Gu Zhouting looked at Jiang Wan Ning: "I'll take you back."
Jiang Wan Ning said: "Sir, no need, Xiao Pan is right outside."
Gu Zhou paused and said: What a mistake, I should have sent Xiao Pan away earlier.
Without an excuse to see each other off, Gu Zhouting had no choice but to give up.
Jiang Wanning returned to Jiang's house. As soon as she entered the house, she saw her brother Jiang Shi sitting in her room.
"Brother, it's so late, why are you in my room?"
Jiang Shi rolled his eyes: "You also know it's late?"
Jiang Wan Ning said calmly: "I'm going to do some business."
"What business are you doing? Are you an official of Dali Temple or a messenger of Dali Temple? Are you so concerned about the affairs of Dali Temple?"
Jiang Wanning was surprised: "How did you know that I went to Dali Temple?"
Jiang Shi snorted coldly: "Someone saw it."
My boy went to deliver goods and passed by Dali Temple. He happened to see Xiao Pan driving a carriage passing the front door of Dali Temple and going to the back door.
Jiang Wan Ning sat down: "Brother, something happened to the little prince this time. I must help, right?"
Hearing this, Jiang Shi asked curiously: "What can happen to the little prince? Who can touch him except the emperor?"
"This matter is a bit complicated to talk about. Brother, are our carriage shops open in the capital?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I'll just ask."
The Jiang family runs several businesses, the largest of which are silk and satin, well salt and carriage shops.
After completing the north side, it can be said that Jiang Ji's carriages and horses are spread all over Daqi.
"It has been laid for a long time. Look at you, you don't care about your family's business at all." Jiang Shi said.
Jiang Wan Ning's eyebrows curved: "My father and three brothers are involved in the family business, so I can't get involved. However, I may need to use our horse and carriage shop recently to get some information."
