Jiangdu City has not changed at all. The green bricks and red tiles everywhere exude a peaceful atmosphere. On the wide streets, the vendors and hawkers are busy doing small business for the day without the interference of other forces cultivated by the government. Support your family.
Everyone happened to have an empty stomach when they arrived in Jiangdu. According to Mr. Lu's character, he would not be flattery and prepared to help him succeed. Meng Xinghe simply took the lead and found a stall selling sesame cakes on the street. Fortunately, all the people he brought were He is a character who is used to running around outside. He doesn't care about what he eats to save face, so he gathers around several tables in front of a sesame seed cake stall and starts devouring his food.
Although Meng Xinghe and others were dressed in plain clothes, the boss of the sesame cake stall still saw the nobility in these people, and he was a little more generous when paying the bill. He only charged a few taels of silver and only said, "Dear guests, see you next time." There was no further comment, so I went to clear away the leftovers on the table.
The people he brought could not be placed in the merchant houses in Jiangdu, but could only be brought to the government office. After dinner, Meng Xinghe asked Chai Shao to go back and take care of the Dragon Gang. He led Wang Guinian and some officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs I will go to the government office to settle down first.
When they arrived at the Jiangdu government office, the two guards were two brothers that Meng Xinghe had recognized before. They were no strangers to Meng Xinghe. They knew that his uncle who had gone out to take the exam was coming home, and they didn't know that he was now a high-ranking official. They were all polite. He greeted him angrily and said, "Mr. Meng, you have returned to Jiangdu."
Meng Xinghe laughed and said, "Mr. Lu is not in the house,"
"Yes, yes, your Excellency is in the study," the two guards replied at the same time: "Master, don't stand outside all the time. Come in quickly."
Meng Xinghe led people into the government office and said: "Two big brothers, these people behind me, please ask someone to arrange some good rooms in the government office for them to rest."
The two said goodbye repeatedly and led Meng Xinghe and others out of the house.
Meng Xinghe asked Wang Guinian to go with the two of them to arrange the wing room first, and he himself had to go to the study to see Mr. Lu. Wang Guinian readily agreed, and at the end he asked where Brother Chai lived. Meng Xinghe turned around and said The sentence rolled away, and after walking a little further, he said: "Miaoyufang,"
Wang Guinian felt as if he had found a treasure and said: "Thank you very much, Brother Meng. When we arrive in Jiangdu today, Brother Chai will be able to do the work."
Master Meng cursed: "Thankfully you are still an official of the imperial court. Do you know how to write the word "shame" for etiquette, justice, integrity and shame?"
Wang Guinian disagreed and said with a smile: "Being an official is also necessary. Brother Meng's family has a lovely wife. Of course he can't understand how men, especially men with normal physiological needs, can be lonely and unbearable for long nights." Wang Guinian said He put on a very resentful expression, as desolate as he could be, and also deliberately made his eyes extremely melancholy. His emotions made Meng Xinghe the object of his confession.
Mr. Meng flew over with his middle finger: "You have the nerve to use it when Mr. Chai uses crappy dialogues. Isn't it a shame?"
Wang Guinian shook his hair narcissistically, touched his face that was not ugly, and said: "It's not embarrassing,"
Lord Meng admitted defeat and shook his head: "Be kind and remember to call me at night."
Wang Guinian laughed loudly: "Definitely, definitely, why does this kind of thing happen so rarely to Brother Meng?"
Alas, this is how good people get polluted.
Master Meng sighed and walked to Mr. Lu's study.
The door of the study room was closed tightly. Under normal circumstances like this, Mr. Lu was correcting official documents inside. Meng Xinghe, who stopped outside the door, raised his hand and clicked it lightly a few times. A tepid voice immediately came from inside: "What's the matter?" ,"
"A happy event," Meng Xinghe answered simply.
"Come in," as soon as he heard the voice was that guy, Mr. Lu suddenly said in a deep voice: "The door is not closed. It opens when you push it. By the way, bring in the tea leaves in the black box on the bookshelf outside."
Meng Xinghe pushed the door gently, and a furry head stuck out from inside. Meng Xinghe took a closer look and saw that it was the wolfdog raised by Lu Ning. Because Chang'an was a long way away, he didn't take him there. Now it has become Mr. Lu's daily companion. .
The wolfdog recognized Meng Xinghe, and as if it had seen its hostess, Miss Lu, come back, it nuzzled Meng Xinghe's feet and tried its best to please him. Meng Xinghe led it into the house and found the tea leaves ordered by Mr. Lu on the bookshelf. , then went to the innermost floor of the study and saw Mr. Lu, whom he hadn't seen for several months, and whose hair had turned significantly whiter.
"Old man, the tea you want," Meng Xinghe handed over the tea leaves. The old man had the habit of tasting tea, but the tea he drank was picked from the tea mountains every spring. It was not expensive, but it tasted particularly fragrant.
Mr. Lu made a pot of tea, then looked at Meng Xinghe carefully, and after a long time he said: "Is Ning'er okay?"
"Okay," Meng Xinghe replied with a smile. What kind of person is Mr. Lu? This time Lu Ning did not come back with him. You can guess that something must have happened in Chang'an without even thinking.
Master Lu asked Meng Xinghe to sit down without asking too much, then poured a cup of hot tea for Meng Xinghe, handed it to him and said: "Sir, please have tea. Please forgive me if there is anything wrong with the reception in the house."
Lord Meng drank this cup of tea with some anxiety: "Old man, you are being made fun of me for fun. There is no reason in the world for a father-in-law to pour tea for his son-in-law. Isn't this a loss of my life?"
Mr. Lu was serious and rejected Meng Xinghe, saying: "Your Excellency is the Minister, and your subordinates are the Censors. The etiquette must be observed."
It was over. Lord Lu was really cruel with this move. Meng Xinghe had no choice but to say: "Old man, if you have anything to do, you might as well just tell me. If you don't tell me, I will feel panic in my heart."
Mr. Lu, who originally didn't care about etiquette, handed a document that had been pressed on the table for several months into Meng Xinghe's hand: "Read it yourself,"
Meng Xinghe opened the document. The content inside was about the speculation about the mysterious death of the Ma family for no reason. As mentioned above, some people suspected that the Ma family was murdered. Please ask the censor to find out the truth and plead for the Ma family. To be honest, although this is a document submitted by a private citizen, it was kept on the table by Mr. Lu for several months and ignored. If the person who submitted the document was reported to the Holy Emperor of Chang'an, how many people are most suspicious of the document written in it? It has a greater influence, and the suspect is none other than Mr. Lu's prospective son-in-law, who is Meng Xinghe who is reading this document now.
Master Meng smiled bitterly: "If you want to kill someone with a borrowed knife, you don't have to be so brazen. If you weren't so wise and brave, old man, and knew that I was framed, I might have been locked up in the Dongdu Prison a long time ago, and I would be able to do this again. Live well,”
Mr. Lu completely filtered out Meng Xinghe's flattering words and asked him carefully, "Tell me honestly whether you did what happened to the Ma family."
Meng Xinghe thought for a while, but there was no deception and said: "I did it."
Mr. Lu suddenly turned his head and stared at Meng Xinghe. His gaze was like a pillar of fire falling from the sky, making Meng Xinghe feel as if his back was on fire.
However, the stalemate did not last long. The next moment, Mr. Lu still had the same expression as calm as water, and said to Meng Xinghe: "If you don't want to die, just remember to root out the roots. I will pretend that this has never happened. What should I do?" "You can take care of it yourself, I'm too lazy to take care of it." The old man said this, and then he tasted the tea he had just brewed. He looked at the increasingly cold weather outside and said quietly: "I can finally have a good sleep tonight." "Sleep,"