Zhao Shanxin blinked her innocent peach blossom eyes and looked at the piece of paper with a seven-character poem on the desk with some curiosity. Although she felt that it was not good to look through his brother's things casually, he couldn't help but pick it up.

As a Confucian and Taoist practitioner, she has no resistance to poetry and the like.

Especially this poem may have been written by my most precious mistake.

"I can now compose poems. It seems that Cuo'er has learned some knowledge at Liangtai Academy. Let me see how my writing goes..."

The elder sister muttered, and cast her eyes enthusiastically on the rice paper in her hand. Of course, she had no idea how well her brother could write.

"This poem is written about bamboo... insisting on the green mountains and not letting go?"

This first sentence made Miss Youxin couldn't help but nod her head.

His eyes continued to look down the row.

After reciting the phrase "the roots are rooted in the broken rock" in his heart, Zhao's admiring eyes were full of admiration and joy, and he felt the perseverance of the bamboo taking root in the cracks of the stone.

"I didn't expect Cuo'er to have some poetic talent..."

Her words were stuck in her white and tender throat before she finished speaking. Her beautiful eyes, which were far moister and brighter than most women, unconsciously widened, and her pink cherry mouth also opened.

"Still strong despite being struck hard by hardships... No matter how strong the winds are from east to west, north and south?"

Zhao Sangxin seemed to have really seen a bamboo growing tenaciously on the cliff. It grasped the green mountain and rooted its roots firmly in the crevices of the rocks, unshakable no matter how strong the wind or the heavy rain.

"It turns out that what Cuer said on the carriage last night was not a joke..."

Youxin murmured something.

His eyes gradually became happy.

On the way home from the clan's mansion, her younger brother expressed no interest in their children. She didn't believe that it was just Zhao who was talking nonsense, but this seven-character quatrain allowed her to see the young master's ambition.

"The disaster this time has caused Cuo'er to grow up. He has such ambitions at a young age and has a promising future."

Zhao Shangxin wrinkled her handsome nose again as she spoke.

"But it's not okay if you don't get close to women..."

…

Zhao Cuo walked into the execution office and immediately received the attention of many colleagues. Their eyes were very different from yesterday.

How to describe it? The young man even saw a young government official staring at him with an expression of faith and longing. Fortunately, this was only an isolated case.

Most normal people just show surprise and admiration.

"Good morning, young master."

"Good morning."

"Young Master Zhao is my hope for the future of Dayu!"

Zhao Cuo, the third-class superior officer, looked as if he was on an inspection tour as if he were the Minister of Punishment. He smiled all the way and returned greetings to the many executioners who greeted him, and enjoyed the attention he received when he arrived at the prison.

"Cheng Yitou'er."

He politely greeted the first-class executioner sitting in the office room.

"The young master is here."

Cheng Yi, who had a calm temperament, raised his head from the file, gave him a thumbs up with a smile, and praised him:

"He made great achievements on the first day he took office. He is worthy of being the son of the Duke of the country. He is indeed a tiger father but no dog son!"

"Lucky lucky."

Zhao Cuo smiled and handed over his hands. He had already figured out what happened last night and there was nothing to be sad about. Today's Yu Dynasty had a long history of problems that could not be saved by solving a cigarette trafficking case.

It should be noted that dragon-veined worms will only appear at the end of the dynasty.

And all he has to do is add fuel to the flames!

"How is the investigation going on this case?"

Zhao Cuo asked.

"Is it time to find out?"

Cheng Yi shook his head with a confused look on his face.

"Last night, according to Chief Yan Yang's order, we brought everyone in the Yinbi Painting Boat back to the Execution Department. We went to Yutian Prison overnight to invite several Taoist priests. After a blood test, we confirmed that those who had taken Fushou Ointment were

Only the few men you caught red-handed are doing it."

He picked up a volume of filing information on the table.

"After confirming the general situation, the chief ordered the guests to be released, and the madam, the girls and the thugs in the Yin Bi Hua Fang were interrogated separately."

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Cheng Yi cast a "guess what" look at Mr. Zhao.

"The person involved in drinking at Bihuafang was the madam. She should be the main culprit in this case, right? It was she who secretly opened the opium shop without telling her boss."

Zhao Cuo guessed.

"Generally speaking, this is indeed the case."

Cheng Yi nodded and shook his head.

"Mrs. Yan has so much money that there is no need to touch such a dangerous thing as Fushou Ointment. However, when the madam surnamed Chen was on trial, she actually said that she had no idea about the existence of the opium den in the Yin Bi Hua Fang, which was where addicts were hiding.

The hall is the private residence of a nobleman named Ziyi."

"Purple clothes?"

Zhao Cuo was a little confused.

"I know this girl. Zhang Yintang mentioned it to the third class and said that she is the new leader of Yunbi Huafang, and her singing style is quite popular. Has she not come to the case?"

"Ran."

Cheng Yi said with a gloomy face.

"According to what the bustard said, Ziyi is a disciple of Madam Yan, and coming to drink in the blue-painted boat and sing songs is necessary for spiritual practice."

"this……"

Zhao Cuo was a little curious about the skills that needed to be practiced in a brothel, but he also understood that the point was not here, but that this case really involved Madam Yan!

"Has Madam Yan been summoned to come for questioning?"

"The late emperor's concubine! She is also the beloved disciple of the Imperial Master. Who would dare to arrest a person of this status without the order of the Queen Mother?"

Cheng Yi said with a wry smile.

"What did the boss say?"

Zhao Cuo asked after thinking.

"Of course we can only go to the Nine Heavens to ask Your Majesty to make a decision."

Cheng Yiyi looks simple and honest, but in fact he is as careful as his hair. When it comes to the two men in the palace, he knows who to put first.

"Danger..."

Zhao Cuo felt a moment of silence for his comrade in his heart. Madam Yan had a grudge against that female devil! The Queen Mother would surely take this opportunity to kill her, right?

But this matter has nothing to do with him anymore. This case of drinking the Bihuafang will definitely be solved by several chiefs together, and he, a third-class executioner, can no longer intervene.

Today is another day of fishing.

"Good morning, young master."

A voice with obvious distress sounded behind him.

"There is also Cheng Yiyi."

When Zhao Cuo turned around and looked back, Zhang Yintang, who was coming up with a yawn, added another sentence. He looked at Mr. Zhao with a somewhat resentful look.

"After all, someone is too innocent."

Zhang Yintang let out a long sigh.

"Last night I was still worried about what would happen if the young master was taken to the clan's mansion. But when I got home when the rooster crowed from work, I suddenly realized that I had paid by mistake."

"Thank you for your concern."

Zhao Cuo coughed dryly and pretended not to understand what he said.

"I went home and fell asleep for a quarter of an hour before going to the office again."

Wu Zhiyi's haggard voice came from behind.

"You two stop pretending!"

Cheng Yi couldn't laugh or cry.

"A warrior of the second level will not be tired even if he doesn't sleep for a while. Last year, there was a major case that kept me from resting for more than a month. You two, please persist and I will take a rest tomorrow."

'Pitiful.'

Zhao Cuo looked pitiful. But what kind of genius would have thought that practitioners should work day and night even if they don't need to sleep?

Squeeze out the remaining value, right?
Chapter completed!