Early in the morning of the tenth day of the first lunar month, Zhou Qiwen, the master of Jingzhao Mansion who had been withered for two nights, finally wrote the memorial of the Jiang Song poisoning case and presented it to Jingzhao Mansion Zhang Wenjiang with both hands, "Please take a look."

"Okay." Zhang Wenjiang, wearing a sacrificial robes, was very satisfied with the thickness of the memorial, and opened it and scanned it roughly.

The memorial details how he led the officials of Jingzhao Prefecture to investigate the case day and night after receiving the imperial edict; how Chen Rong, deputy commander of the Xicheng Military and Horses Office, deceived his superiors and concealed his subordinates, causing chaos in the management of the Xicheng Military and Horses Office, resulting in no trace of the poisoned person; how Kong Neng, deputy envoy of the Military and Horses Office, revenges his personal revenge, detained and intimidated Jiang Song and two innocent children. The end of the memorial states: The minister cried and bowed to the emperor, and asked the emperor to punish the incompetent crime of his ministers.

If you hand over this memorial, you can understand his suffering as the prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture. Jingzhao Prefecture has no right to supervise the affairs of the military and horse officials in the five cities at any time, but if something happens in any place in the east, west, south, north and middle of Kang'an City, it is his derelict of his duties. Why?

That's what it should be written. Zhang Wenjiang satisfies the memorial and praises, "The master is a talented man."

The master smiled very modestly, "It depends on the guidance of the master."

Zhang Wenjiang asked, "What's the situation with the Jiang family?"

The headmaster Ren Dali immediately said, "After Jiang Song returned home, he dragged his illness to rectify his family tradition and urged Jiang Feng and his nephews to study."

Very good, the emperor likes to listen to this. Zhang Wenjiang asked again, "How is the Meng family?"

Ren Dali replied immediately, "Meng Huizhou drove his son Meng Xunzhen out of the capital in the fourth day of the first day, and had a drink with colleagues from the Ministry of Justice at Baiweilou, Xishi City at the sixth day of the first day."

"Send someone to find out the relationship between Meng San and Princess Leyang's Mansion." After Zhang Wenjiang gave the order, he put the memorial in his arms and went to the palace to see Jing and the emperor's mission.

At this time, in Jiang Mansion, Shifeng Lane, Huijiafang, watching Jiang Ling run over him, Jiang Sanlang ejaculated for the last moment, and sat by the pond and cried loudly, "I can't run any longer! Mother, Sanlang can't run anymore, Mother--"

My aunt has been out of the capital for hundreds of miles, and she can't hear you no matter how loud you sound. Jiang Ling turned back and stretched out her little hand to Jiang Sanlang, "Third brother, brother will pull you away."

Seeing this terrifying little black hand, Jiang Sanlang cried even louder.

Xiao Silang ran to the third brother, shook his head and sighed, "Brother Ling didn't cry even after tied up thirty pieces of iron, but the third brother still cried after tied up five pieces, are you ashamed?"

"You are not tied up and have the face to say to me!" Jiang Sanlang grabbed a handful of soil and raised his face to the annoying fourth brother.

Xiao Silang dodged to the side and avoided the third brother's attack. He turned around proudly to show him his back, "Who said I didn't? Here, third brother see!"

One pound of iron sheets weighing four sides with holes were tied to his back. This kind of iron sheet was made by Jiang Cai and his clothes were sewn by the needle and thread room in the mansion. There were small bags and laces on the front heart, back, waist, arms and legs, which could fix the iron sheets.

Jiang Sanlang saw a piece of iron tied on Silang's back and was furious! Jiang Ling bullied him, and you dare to bully me too! "Stop for me, I will beat you to death!"

"Hey—I can't catch up, I can't catch up!" Xiao Siro jumped up and grimaced, patted his little butt, and ran away with a giggle.

Jiang Sanlang just got up and chased after him, and Liao Yuandong, who had to tie as many iron pieces like Jiang Ling, fell to the ground again.

In the pavilion in the center of the pond, Jiang Mujin was giggling, and Liao Chunling patted the railing to encourage her brother, "Brother, get up quickly, Cousin Ling has pulled you down three times. If you don't get up, you won't be able to catch up!"

He couldn't catch up even if he got up. The brother had one lap and ran for ten laps. Jiang Ling moved his short legs along the bridge to the edge of the pond to wait for his brother.

When the tall and long legs ran over, Jiang Liu happily handed the prepared veil, feeling very proud, "Brother, are you tired?"

"Not tired." Jiang Ling casually wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Are you tired sister?"

...

She was watching in the pavilion, what was tired? Jiang Liu shook her head.

"I'll run a few more laps, and we'll leave together when they finish running." Jiang Ling handed the handkerchief to her sister, ran away again, surpassing Jiang Sanlang who was crawling with a snail, and Liao Yuandong who was unloading the iron sheet.

When Jiang Liu returned to the pavilion on the pond, his cousin was envious, "Cousin Ling is tied with so many iron pieces and can run so fast, so amazing!"

Jiang Mujin smiled and hit her cousin's shoulder, "Do you want to know how Brother Ling practiced it?"

"Think!" Liao Chunling's eyes shining.

"Of course it was made by carrying the sixth sister!" Jiang Mujin smiled so hard that she leaned back and forth.

Liao Chunling suddenly realized, "My cousin is much heavier than those iron sheets, right?"

Jiang Liu didn't say anything. My brother's strength was not something she had done with her back. The Great Zhou generals weighed dozens of kilograms in armor. They were born in a family of military generals. My brother had to get used to the weight of armor since he was a child. Otherwise, how could he wear armor to fight to kill the enemy when he grew up?

After the supervisor Jiang Sanlang finished ten laps, Jiang Ling took his sister back to the west courtyard to take a shower and change clothes, and then went to the north courtyard to save the morning and eat for his grandmother.

At the dining table in the outer room, Jiang Erye and Jiang Sanlang were both more depressed.

"Second brother, eat more." Jiang Huai first picked up a fried sesame ball for the second brother, and then added a small meat bun for Saburo, "Sanlang is the same."

Xiao Siro stopped doing it, "Dad, Siro also ran ten laps!"

"You kid is also successful." Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows and also grabbed a small meat bag for his son.

"Silang tied a piece of iron, and I tied five pieces!" Sanlang was dissatisfied and lowered his head to chew the buns. The chopsticks were no longer used. He was so tired that he couldn't even lift his arms.

Silang raised his little head, "Brother Ling tied up thirty pieces and ran sixteen laps!"

So powerful? Jiang Song and Jiang Huai both looked at Jiang Ling. Liao Yuandong bowed his head ashamed and secretly decided that he would run as much as Jiang Ling tomorrow.

Jiang Ling said modestly, "My nephew practiced a lot, so he ran a few more steps."

"You should learn more from Ling'er." After Jiang Song praised his nephew, he saw his second brother holding chopsticks in his left hand. Sanlang buried his head in the bowl and chewed the buns. He immediately became angry, "Eat well! And you!"

Mr. Jiang was about to cry, "Brother, my wrist hurts."

Jiang Sanlang was crying, "Dad, both of our arms were trembling."

The Jiang family is not allowed to serve the meal at the table. This is the rule passed down by the great-grandfather. Jiang Ling, who was sitting next to his father, took the chopsticks from his left hand, picked up the sesame ball and sent it to his mouth.

While eating sesame balls, Mr. Jiang sighed that this son was in vain.

Jiang Sanlang swallowed a bun and turned to discuss with his second uncle, "Second uncle, why don't your nephew write for you, and you're running for your nephew?"

Mr. Jiang's eyes lit up, "That's so..."

Jiang Song shouted with a calm face, "If you make trouble again, you two will run together in the morning and study together after meals!"

Mr. Jiang and Mr. Jiang immediately became depressed.

Seeing that my father was really pitiful these days, Jiang Ling asked his uncle, "Uncle, why does my father have to study and take the top scorer in the exam, but not practice martial arts and martial arts exam?"
Chapter completed!