A very ordinary-looking man stood in front of the desk and reported in a straightforward manner: "The eldest son of the Zhao family left for Beijing, accompanied by a large number of guards and boxes, suspected of escorting silver coins. The second son of the Zhao family made an appointment with a director of the execution room.
Dinner in a restaurant.”
The man who was buried in the case raised his head, his handsome and majestic face calm and calm: "Very good, the news we released was not in vain. We will wait for the eldest son of Zhao to leave the Mingzhou Prefecture before taking action. As for the second son of the Zhao family, let him
Go, I want to see who else in the government office has second thoughts."
"Yes, I understand."
The man bowed and retreated. Cui Weizhen read the case in his hand, stood up and walked a few steps, then continued to immerse himself in the case.
After an unknown amount of time, the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the check-in room, and Cui Weizhen was awakened by the clerk who was bringing tea. He asked: "What time is it?"
"Sir, you have already been fed."
"It's already time to go to the office." Cui Weizhen pressed his sore eyes and said, "You have worked hard these days. Please go and tell everyone that everyone will go to the office on time today."
The clerk was beaming with joy, but felt something was wrong, so he quickly suppressed his smile and said respectfully: "Thank you, sir."
Soon, the clerk returned briskly.
When Cui Weizhen packed up his things and went out, except for the officers on duty, all the other officials came out of the duty room and were lining up in front of the small official who was Ying Mao. When they saw Cui Weizhen coming out, they all raised their hands and bowed: "Sir."
Cui Weizhen nodded in response and looked up at the sky. It was covered by a thick and dark curtain. The cold wind was biting and the dead branches in the yard were swaying. It looked like it was going to snow.
He turned around and said, "It looks like it's going to snow, so be careful on the road."
"Thank you for your concern, sir."
"Yes, thank you sir."
…
The officials responded in a mixed manner, and Cui Weizhen walked along the corridor to the backyard. Before he left the corridor, a crystal snowflake floated down and landed lightly on his palm, giving him a chill.
It's snowing.
In the distance, there seemed to be a red silhouette slowly approaching. When the figure got closer, Cui Weizhen realized that it was not an illusion, but Zhen'er had come to pick him up.
She was holding a dark green paper umbrella and a red cloak draped around her body. Occasionally, the green skirt was blown away by the strong wind. She seemed to have just arrived in a hurry. She was wearing thin embroidered shoes, stepping on the gradually piled up shoes step by step.
The snowflakes quickly became wet.
Cui Weizhen ignored Feixue and hurriedly greeted her.
Ye Zhenzhen saw him walking in the snow and couldn't help but walked quickly. As she walked, she raised her voice and shouted: "Don't move! Don't move! Just stay in the corridor! I'll go over and pick you up!"
It's a pity that Cui Weizhen didn't listen to the advice at all. He walked over in a few steps and took the paper umbrella in her hand: "Why did you come in person? Just ask the boy to come and deliver the umbrella. Why go in person?
One trip?”
Ye Zhenzhen stamped her feet: "I happened to have time, so I came over in person."
Cui Weizhen looked down at her half-wet embroidered shoes, and suddenly handed the oil-paper umbrella back. Ye Zhenzhen accepted it in confusion. Before she could think about it, her body suddenly rose into the air, and she was hugged by Cui Weizhen in the blink of an eye.
In my arms.
"Why are you hugging me?"
She glanced uncomfortably at the officials coming out of the duty room. It wasn't like they were bad at their job, but she was embarrassed to be seen.
It was the office hour, and there were quite a few petty officials coming and going. Even those who didn't notice it at the first time noticed it after being prompted by their colleagues. Everyone's eyes became ambiguous and even their steps slowed down.
, just to take one more look at the loving scene between the magistrate and Mrs. Ning Guo.
It probably wouldn't take until tomorrow for the news that the prefect was holding Mrs. Ning Guo at the door of the duty room to spread throughout the yamen.
Ye Zhenzhen's face turned slightly red, thinking that it would be better not to come to the front office again for a while.
Cui Weizhen usually cares about his image. Now he didn't care if he was seen by his subordinates. Instead, he stared at the person in his arms with a serious face: "Since you know it's snowing, why don't you change your boots before coming out? You
My menstrual period has just passed, and if I catch a cold again, I will have a stomachache next time."
Ye Zhenzhen moved the soles of her feet and then noticed that she was wearing indoor soft shoes. These embroidered shoes are designed to be comfortable and convenient, soft and thin. There is no problem walking in a carpeted room, but if
It's easy to get wet from the snow when you go outside.
She hugged his neck with a smile on her face and softened her voice: "I was in a hurry to go out and forgot about it for a moment. Don't be angry!"
Her soft and charming voice seemed to be sprinkled with sugar, and every sound was sweet to the heart. Cui Weizhen was helpless against her coquettishness. He glared at her with a strong but mean look: "I won't do this next time."
A smile flashed in Ye Zhenzhen's eyes, imitating Xue'er's coquettish behavior and continued to nuzzle him: "I know, I know, at best, you can drink ginger soup with me when you get back."
Cui Weizhen: "You drink."
"Then I won't drink either."
"...I'll accompany you."
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips and snickered, with a sly smile in her eyes. Cui Weizhen naturally saw it, lowered his head and bit her face gently: "Promote narrowing!"
Ye Zhenzhen didn't care if she was bitten. She twisted in his arms and changed her position to face him: "I'm not teasing you. I already ordered my servants to get it from the wine cellar before I went out.
Good wine, and prepare refreshments. Let’s go to the back garden to make wine and enjoy the snow together later. Well, you still remember, I still have the good wine that Princess Ningyang brought from the capital last time, and I didn’t drink a drop.
oh!"
It would be okay if she didn't emphasize it. When she emphasized it at first, Cui Weizhen had to doubt the authenticity of her words. He lowered his voice and asked, "Seriously?"
"Really! I can swear to the master of the kitchen."
She raised her other hand in a serious manner, but Cui Weizhen stopped her: "That's it, I believe you."
Someone continued to smile triumphantly.
Cui Weizhen sighed subtly. Over the years, he had discovered that Zhen'er had a trustworthy or disbelieving attitude towards ghosts and gods. If she had a need, she would worship her. If she didn't, she would completely forget about it.
That's all. I usually like to bring ghosts and gods out for a walk, take the blame, or endorse them, or even teach children the unreliable idea that gods love to receive gifts... These things are all
She had no sense of awe, as if she was not a superior ghost or god, but the second aunt and third uncle in her family.
He had no choice but to let her disturb the ghosts and gods less, and let his mother make more offerings. He hoped that the ghosts and gods in the sky would forgive him for the piety of their family.
"Tomorrow you and your mother will go to the small Buddhist hall to sit."