Ye Qing looked at Chen Yuming with burning eyes and said with great solemnity: "The common people just want to know the importance of Mr. Xie in the heart of the prefect."
"Similarly, how much do grassroots occupy the heart of the prefect?"
Chen Yuming, who narrowed his eyes slightly, stared sternly at the handsome and gentle face in front of him.
The scene suddenly turned cold.
Ye Qing knew that Chen Yuming had guessed what he was thinking, but he was silent now because he wanted to express his thoughts clearly.
He took a deep breath, clasped his fists and bowed, and said solemnly:
"The common people have provoked Mr. Shan and are now in trouble. In order to protect themselves, they can only rely on Mr. Xie, a towering tree, and make the choice to leave their hometown."
"But the common people didn't want to leave the place where they grew up, so they wanted to ask the prefect for a job, so they came up with this strategy."
Hearing this, Chen Yuming's expression softened and he frowned:
"You ask me for a job. Even if I give it to you, you are still just an official. In this Huaiyang City, you still can't escape the hands of Shan Dan."
"With your poetic talent and calligraphy, it would be a better choice to go to Yingchuan Academy with Mr. Xie, or go north. I don't believe the reason why you don't want to leave your hometown!"
Ye Qing, who shook his head with a serious face, said resolutely:
"A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. A scholar should look down upon a scholar. What's more, if you are a humble citizen, following Mr. Xie will be even more dangerous."
"Maybe he became famous for a while, but soon he died without knowing where he was, without leaving a complete body."
"I will follow the magistrate. Because you are fair and honest, know people well and make good use of them, ordinary people will not only receive safe protection, but also get equal opportunities for promotion."
After hearing these words, Chen Yuming looked a little moved and stared at Ye Qing's resolute face with deep meaning.
After listening to the story of Ye Qing's injustice, he knew that Ye Qing was brave and resourceful.
But I didn't expect that Ye Qing's temperament would be so calm, and the city was quite deep. In a short period of time, he could thoroughly analyze the pros and cons.
He resolutely gave up the most convenient shortcut and chose to take a dangerous path full of thorns.
Suddenly, Chen Yuming thought of something and asked, "Is this what Zhang Xiuran meant?"
Without any hesitation, Ye Qing shook his head again and replied decisively:
"It was Cao Min's decision. Mr. Zhang asked Cao Min to follow him, promising wealth and honor, but Cao Min did not want to be a servant and lose his freedom and dignity, so he declined him."
Chen Yuming, who felt it was reasonable, nodded, stood up, walked out, and said:
"You know that your official is fair and honest, so I will definitely not open a back door for you and let you become a subordinate directly."
"If you want to enter the government office, you must follow the rules inspired by God and help the government office solve major and important cases."
"I will give you a file later. Don't say that I don't care about Mr. Xie's face."
"Young man Ye Qing, thank you, Lord Magistrate!"
Ye Qing bent his knees without hesitation, knelt on the ground, folded his hands in front of his forehead, and solemnly knelt down towards the figure walking toward the door.
Gave Ye Qing the opportunity to change his destiny and rebuild his life with grace. This bow came from the bottom of his heart.
Chen Yuming paused and looked back sideways, a smile of approval leaked from the corner of his serious mouth.
Then he opened the door and walked out.
Qi Heng, who was guarding the door, looked at Ye Qing who was kneeling on the ground and his pupils shrank sharply.
…
Inside Changpingfang.
Dan Dan frowned in deep thought, his hair disheveled, and the ink-soaked wolf hair in his hand hovered over the blank rice paper.
Until a drop of thick ink from the tip of Langhao pen gathered and dripped, blooming into a dark plum blossom on the rice paper.
He let out a long sigh and threw the wolf brush into the pen washer in annoyance. Several drops of crystal ink splashed onto the mahogany desk.
A look of irritability appeared on his handsome and handsome face.
Shan Dan whispered: "Damn it, why can't I make a good match, let alone an absolute that can be passed down for generations?"
As he spoke, Shan Dan slumped down on the chair. His loose, loose cloud top was stained with ink, and then unfolded, like a picture of a hundred flowers blooming.
Under his feet, rice paper was covered with words written on it. The densely packed black characters made it dizzying.
If you look carefully, you will see that the words on it are all in thin font.
From strokes with different thicknesses, to strokes with the same thickness but obscure strokes, to strokes with sharp strokes but no trace of them.
It can be seen that Shan Dan has studied seriously for a long time.
However, compared with Ye Qing's original note pressed under the white jade paperweight on his desk.
His copying only has the form, but no soul, no aura at all.
Squeak!
The door of the house was pushed open, and the maid stood at the door holding a mahogany tray with food, and asked Dan Dan cautiously:
"Sir, you haven't eaten for a whole day and a night. Do you want to eat some?"
"roll!"
The timid maid suddenly trembled when she heard this irritating word, and hurriedly turned around and left.
After resting for a while, Dan Dan took a deep breath, stood up again, and took out a wolf-hair pen from the pen holder, which was just soaked in ink.
Squeak!
The door was opened again.
"Get out!" Dan Dan frowned and yelled again.
Tap!
Calm steps from far to near.
Shan Dan raised his head and looked at the person sullenly.
After seeing Zheng Ming's everlasting indifferent expression, he placed the pen on the inkstone, took a sip of the long-cooled tea and asked:
"Lieutenant Zheng Bao, what's the matter?"
Zheng Ming, who had just stood in front of the table, cupped his fists and bowed:
"Sir, Xie Daru and Magistrate Chen went to the prison together half an hour ago, accompanied by Zhang Xiuran and Guan Zizai."
"I saw Ye Qing being carried out by Xie Daru and Magistrate Chen. His chest and abdomen were covered with blood marks and he was severely whipped!"
"In addition, the family of Mr. Turtle of Zuixiang Pavilion has been captured and is right outside the door!"
Wow!
The four treasures of the study room all over the table fell to the ground as Dan Dan vigorously swept them away. The inkstone shattered and the brush was broken into pieces. The water like ink jade wetted the large piece of rice paper, turning it into a light ink color.
"Damn it, this bitch is so lucky. He was found by Xie Daru and rescued him."
"That Zhang Xiuran is really looking for death. A rich young man from nowhere dares to go against me!"
A fierce scolding was issued, and Dan Dan's face was full of ferocity.
The next moment, Shan Dan felt his eyes go dark, staggered back two steps, and slumped down on the chair.
My body, which had not slept or eaten all day and night, was finally unable to hold on after the violent mood swings.
Zheng Ming said nothing, waiting for Shan Dan's explanation.
After taking a few deep breaths, Dan Dan picked up the teapot that didn't have much left and took a few sips of herbal tea, which finally relieved him a little.
Click!
He threw the teapot on the ground carelessly, and the shattered and flying porcelain shards scratched several pieces of rice paper.
He stared directly at Zheng Ming and said solemnly:
"It's been two days. When will Ye Qing's family be found?"
"Sir, I am incompetent and have not found out where his family has gone."
Zheng Ming had no expression on his face, and he angrily clasped his fists and bowed to apologize.
Scanning the table with sinister eyes, Shan Dan couldn't find anything of interest. Shan Dan could only clenched his fists and his face twitched a few times.
After a few breaths, Dan Dan calmed down and said quickly:
"Take care of the tail and don't implicate me and you. During these days, continue to keep an eye on Ye Qing, and his family must be found!"
"In addition, we must find out Zhang Xiuran's family background as soon as possible!"
"Yes, sir!"
After Zheng Ming agreed, he turned around and left.
Outside the house door.
An ordinary-looking woman wearing a clean new cotton-padded coat, but wearing a silver bracelet and a silver hairpin, and a child wearing the same clean new cotton-padded coat, looking at a tiger-like head, were both tied with hemp ropes and stuffed with rags in their mouths. Bu, kneeling on the stone slab where Jiang Nan died.
When the mother and son saw Zheng Ming coming over, they stopped sobbing for a while and started to cry again.
His eyes filled with tears were filled with fear, and he quickly lowered his head.
"Jiang Nan will die where you are kneeling." Zheng Ming said in a low voice.
The woman's sobs stopped abruptly. She raised her head in disbelief and glanced at Zheng Ming's expressionless face for a few seconds.
The fear in her eyes turned into hatred, she twisted her waist suddenly and hit Zheng Ming's leg with her head.
Zheng Ming, who was motionless, bent down, grabbed the hemp rope with his right hand, lifted the woman up in the air with one hand, and then picked up the child in the same manner.
Then he strode outside and said:
"You two are lucky and don't have to die here. After you get out, leave Huaiyang City as soon as possible."
…
Youzheng has just passed.
Zhengde Square.
The backyard of Zai's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic.
Ye Qing, with his bare chest and belly exposed, was standing in the kitchen, holding a pot in one hand and a spoon in the other, busy in full swing.
Chopped into half-inch lengths, the oily large intestine stirred and exuded an alluring aroma. From time to time, Ye Qing's arms swung around, flipping up in the pot and flying in the air.
Mr. Zai, who kept swallowing his saliva, looked at this stunt with a bright light in his eyes.
"Qing Xiaolang, the iron pot you asked us to make is really easy to use, and how did you practice your ability to make vegetables fly in the pot? I have been practicing for a long time, but I can't understand the technique. You Just tell me?"
As the fat intestines in the dry pot fly, the aroma becomes more and more attractive.
It made Ye Qing's good mood even more exciting.
He glanced at the greedy old Chinese medicine doctor next to him, and said with a smile: "Okay, there have been a lot of troubles these days, so I will leave the blame to you."
"a man of his words!"
Mr. Zai immediately stretched out his hand, his palm facing Ye Qing.
Ye Qing smiled angrily and said, "Mr. Zai, I'm cooking right now, don't make any trouble."
"Hahahahahaha, okay, I won't cause trouble!"
…
More than a quarter of an hour later.
Ye Qing brought a plate of stir-fried vegetables to the stone table in the courtyard.
The bright half-moon is surrounded by stars all over the sky, casting a hazy glow into the courtyard flickering with candlelight.
"Forget it, I'm almost starving for it."
When the vegetables were placed on the table, Mr. Zai couldn't wait to get close to them, took a deep breath, and showed an intoxicated happy smile on his face.
The rich aroma of herbs in the garden could not cover up the aroma of the three dishes on the table, and the aroma of the vegetables was even more intense, making people want to eat.
"It's never too late for a good meal, and it's never too late for a good thing. Let's get started."
Ye Qing smiled and patted the non-existent dirt on his hands and sat on the chair. As soon as he picked up the chopsticks, Mr. Zai had already started to eat.
Seeing this, Ye Qing put down his chopsticks with a smile, picked up the wine flask and poured wine for the two of them.
Zizzi!
A mouthful of fat intestines and a mouthful of wine, tears of happiness flowed from the corner of Zai Zong's mouth.
He picked up a green vegetable again, bit one end, and prepared to suck it into his mouth.
The next moment he froze.
I saw that Ye Qing did not drink all the wine in the glass. Instead, he raised the glass to the moon and then sprinkled it on the ground with a solemn expression.
