Come out of the teahouse, and the two people leave in two directions;

Nan Ke continued to walk in the street, preparing to return to Bilin Pavilion, while Liao Bihui returned to the yamen with a solemn expression.

The yamen still looked very deserted. An old yamen runner with gray hair leaned half against the door. There was a yamen runner in his thirties opposite him. The two were chatting together.

The young yamen runner rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist and said, "You just said that the man was the new county magistrate last night?"

The old yamen runner looked at him and curled his lips, "What the commander said in person is fake?"

"Tsk..." The young yamen runner smacked his lips, "I think that boy is not as old as me, why can he be the county magistrate at such a young age?"

"Others are qi practitioners, and there is a whole mountain gate behind them. What about you?" The old yamen runner pointed to the young yamen runner's head, "Your father can win you a yamen position is worthy of you."

"Hey."

The young yamen runners were not bothered. Although the two were quite different in age, they knew each other's temper after two or three years. They were usually bored to watch the door at the yamen, and could only make fun of them.

"If I had known that the yamen runners were so boring, I would have come to report in a hurry. I would have given them to my two stupid brothers, so that I would not have to face you all day long."

"Not good to me?" said the old yamen runner.

The young yamen runner rolled his eyes, "The street patrol Xiao Liu can at least pass by Chunhuafang and look at the pretty faces of those sisters. What can I see here? Apart from you, they are all faces with deep grudges."

There are few things in the yamen, but as long as there is something wrong, there are usually grievances. Who has a grievance and a good face on his face?

"Then you have to smile so much when you see the new county magistrate. I can't say that someone will change your errand?"

When the young yamen runner heard this, he came to the old yamen runner, looked around, and asked in a low voice: "I said Lao Zheng, I will tell you what I mean, don't talk nonsense to me, you tell me, what should we do now?"

"What should I do?" The old yamen runner's eyes were half open and half closed, and he seemed to be able to fall asleep at any time.

When the young yamen runner saw the old yamen runner pretending to be confused, he said anxiously: "What else can I do? You saw it yesterday. The new county magistrate came to knock on the door at night, but we didn't receive the news in advance. What does this mean?"

"What does it mean?" the old yamen runner asked.

"..." The young yamen runner opened his mouth and gently raised his hand to hammer the old yamen runner's chest. "Old Zheng, we are our own people. You can play this trick with me, isn't it interesting?"

The old yamen runner sighed and reached out to sort out his official uniform. "I heard that the old county magistrate had a fight with the... young master yesterday."

"Is this happening?" the young yamen runner blinked and said in surprise.

"Yes." The old yamen runner changed his posture and leaned against the door, "Do you understand the old county magistrate?"

"The old county magistrate is a good person."

"Well, I just lack some skills and abilities." The old yamen runner added.

The young yamen runner was shocked when he heard this. He looked up and looked into the yamen. Seeing that no one paid attention to them, he sighed relieved and said, "Old Zheng, you really dare to say anything."

The old yamen runner shook his head and said, "What are you afraid of, an old man who is almost seventy years old? I have lived in the yamen for fifty years, serving many county magistrates and seeing so many people. I think people are more accurate than you."

"That's it." The young yamen runner admitted.

"Even if the old county magistrate heard what he said just now, I would blame me." The old yamen runner laughed, "It's not that he flattered the old county magistrate. He is indeed incompetent, but he has a good temper and is also good at heart."

"So, what should we do later?"

"The old county magistrate is ambitious, you should know that everyone else in the yamen knows it too." said the old yamen runner.

The young yamen runner nodded. The old county magistrate usually likes to hold brainwashing meetings for them. He wants to regulate his words and deeds, to be sympathetic to the people, and to make the people who stay in the capital better and better.

"Oh." The old yamen runner sighed, "You are also an old man in the yamen. You should know that since the past few years, some rumors have begun to circulate outside, saying that the court does not care about affairs, and everything depends on those old gods."

"I know, but I don't know, but I don't want to give them a shit." The young yamen runner cursed: "Those old gods are good at fighting and refining elixirs, but they know how to govern the country and ensure peace."

"Look, you think so. What do you think of the old county magistrate?"

"This..." the young yamen runner was stunned.

"The young man looks like a scholar, but the mistake is that he is taking the path of a qi training man. The court is all over the country, let alone you and the old county magistrate, you are not a little irresistible when you are the adults in the royal city court?

The old county magistrate is a little older. If the court really sends a young man, the old county magistrate will not be so shameless. But if you come to a Qi training man, what do you think of the old county magistrate?

Is the court thinking that a qi-training man who became a monk halfway through is more capable than him, or is it that the court intends to follow the rumors among the people and bow his head to the old gods, and from now on, exchange qi-training man for them to learners like them?"

"You're still thinking deeply." The young yamen runner stared at the old yamen runner opposite him blankly, feeling a buzzing sound in his mind.

"Look at it slowly, don't worry about what to do. This handover is not something that will be completed in a short time. If the old county magistrate continues, you don't need to waste your time thinking about this and that;

If that young master really becomes the county magistrate who stays in the capital, alas, I may have to work hard and write a memorial to resign from the new county magistrate.”

"Why?" The young yamen runner glanced at the old yamen runner, "You are so tough, what's your remark?"

The old yamen runner sighed again, "If any Qi training man can be the county magistrate, then tell me, this yamen is still a yamen, and this yamen is not the court that I have been in for most of my life?"

I can't understand it or think it through. I'm just so old and too lazy to see it or think about it. It's better to just resign and let me see what the court will look like!"

"What should I do?" The young yamen runner was stunned. The old yamen runner was fine at the age of retirement, but he was only in his early thirties, which was the golden age for men. Could it be that he would go home to plow the fields?

"You?" the old yamen runner yawned, "Didn't you say it before? I smiled at the new young master, saying that I don't know when I see you, so I'll give you a good job."

"Whether I can arrange a good job is not up to me or not."

A voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them, and the two yamen runners were stunned. Then they saw that Liao Bihui had stood beside them at some point.

"This..." Before the young yamen runner could react, he felt like he was caught in trouble. However, the old yamen runner next to him did not delay much, and directly stretched his hands forward, bowed and said:

"I've seen an adult."

"This..." The young yamen runner turned around and looked at the old yamen runner who was just righteous and sternly just now looking like he was smiling. Suddenly, he felt that the buzzing sound in his head was even louder.

Liao Bihui ignored the young yamen runners, but looked at the old yamen runners and spoke:

"Do you think I can't be an official?"

The old yamen runner smiled and said, "I have no words. I mean that a qi practitioner cannot be an official. Even if he does it, he cannot do it well."

"But I am a Qi training man." Liao Bihui pointed at himself.

The old yamen runner looked up at Liao Bihui, and suddenly smiled and said, "You are you, Qi training man is a Qi training man. If you think you are a Qi training man, then you are, but if you don't think you are a Qi training man, then you are not."

Liao Bihui looked at the old yamen runner deeply after hearing this, "The old man is insightful."

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it." The old yamen runner waved his hands repeatedly.

Liao Bihui said again: "I am a Qi training man, but I will also be a good official."

The old yamen runner smiled again, "Although the villain is nearly seventy years old, he is still strong. He has time to see and time to wait."

After saying that, he stood up and asked:

"Sir, are you here today? Are you looking for the old county magistrate to have something to do?"

After all, he is the next county magistrate. He definitely does not come here to listen to whether anyone is talking bad things behind his back.

"Can the county magistrate be there?"

The old yamen runners are old men in the yamen. It would be fine if they call the county magistrate the old county magistrate. He was the one who just came here, and the relationship between the two was not particularly harmonious, so they were called the county magistrate.

"It's here, it's here." The old yamen runner kicked the young yamen runner, "Why don't you lead the way quickly?"

"Oh? Oh." The young yamen runner reacted and quickly bent down and led the way in front with a shy face.

Although the area of ​​the yamen is quite large, the county magistrate's office is mostly in the previous hall. Therefore, after the young yamen runner brought Liao Bihui into the hall, he turned around and returned to the gate in a daze.

As soon as Liao Bihui entered, he saw the old county magistrate sitting in the hall, with the desks filled with notes that need to be reviewed. When he saw someone coming in, the old county magistrate asked without raising his head:

"What's the matter?"

"There is indeed one thing." Liao Bihui walked to the front of the document and said.

The old county magistrate raised his head, put down the pen in his hand, and said, "It's you, why did you figure it out in just one day?"

"I figured it out." Liao Bihui nodded.

"Then you said?"

Liao Bihui narrowed his eyes, "No need."

"Oh?" The old county magistrate stroked his beard.

"It is not as realistic as talking about a thousand things, but you can solve a problem with your own hands."

"It's reasonable." The old county magistrate laughed, leaned back, and said, "What do you think again?"

"Is the case on Qianjing Street a good idea?" Liao Bihui asked back.

"It's almost a result." The old county magistrate reached out and took out a note on the left, opened it and looked at it, "The two families across the Li family came to the yamen to secretly tell some news yesterday.

They were all at home that night. Although they didn't see the complete incident, they also saw one or two of them through the cracks in the window. According to what they said, it was basically the same as what we had known before.

The murderer should be a ranger with a high force. Judging from the past few days, he should be proficient in hiding. If he wants to hold him, he may have to arrange more personnel..."

When the old county magistrate said this, he looked up at Liao Bihui.

"I always heard that Qi training men are skillful and can easily pick up all kinds of magical spells. If you start from this aspect and help the people below to catch the murderer, it would be considered a good thing for the people."

"How do you know that those two people are telling the truth?"

"They are all people of my Great Chu."

"How do you know that the report of the Deng family's young master is fine?" Liao Bihui said, "I read the file. Why can a drunk young master escape from the murderer? The murderer even killed the official officer, why did he let a young master go?"

"It may be said that he was seriously injured after killing someone." The old county magistrate said again: "Although the Deng family is not as calm as he is in the city, they don't have the courage to harm officials and officials."
To be continued...