To find out when the imperial censor Zhang Yiqi would go to the brothel, the walking route after entering the brothel, and the time of departure, it was inevitable that Ning Que had frequently visited the brothel called Hong Xiuzhao in recent days. But he couldn't.
He wanted people to find out that he cared about these things, so as not to find out later, so he spent most of his time in the brothel fooling around.
He became more and more familiar with the plump girl named Shui Zhuer. Even the other girls and boys in the building were used to the comings and goings of this poor young man. On the left and right were the scholars Jian and everyone liked, and no one dared
What a lot of words.
Although because of Xiaocao's fake rules, Ning Que could only hold hands and hug the girls and have some fake intimacy. He couldn't really do anything. Naturally, he didn't need to pay to spend the night with his hair tied up, but no matter how thick-skinned he was,
After entering the building, people always had to reward the servants and maids with some copper coins, so after several attempts, the sharply decreasing amount of money in the shop finally caught Sangsang's attention.
When he came back that night, facing the little maid's questions, Ning Que didn't hide anything. He briefly talked about what he had been doing these days and said: "I will always become a frequent visitor. What will happen in that building in the future?"
The government will not be suspicious of me, otherwise if I go there just once, the censor will die, and this coincidence is enough to make the Chang'an government suspicious."
Then he continued with a smile: "After this matter is done, there is no need to go to that building to spend time anymore, and no more money will be spent."
"Why do I always feel that Master, you are full of reluctance in your heart?"
Sangsang looked up at him with her little face raised, and suggested seriously: "But if you never go to the brothel again after the death of the censor, won't you also arouse suspicion?"
Ning Que was stunned for a moment, then realized that there was indeed something wrong with this. He was not worried but rather relieved. He rubbed her head and said, "If this is the case, then you really have to go there a few more times to see how much money you still have.
"
Sang Sang responded and prepared to do her favorite job of counting money. Ning Que suddenly thought of something and quickly called her, took out a box of powder from his arms, and handed it over after hesitating for a moment: "This is
The girl Shuizhu'er in the building gave it to me, she's...a nice person."
In fact, he asked Shuizhu'er for this box of makeup with a shy face. The purpose was to make Sangsang happy. As for adding the words "nice person", it was because he was worried that she would dislike the status of the girls in the building.
, I feel like things are dirty.
Sang Sang took the powder box over, her dark little face was full of joy, and her eyes were full of smiles, showing no trace of disgust, and said: "It's been a long time since.
I heard that the girls in those buildings have their own secret recipes, and some are even better than Chan Kam Kee's."
"Do you like it?" Ning Que looked at her with a smile.
Sangsang hugged the box tightly with her arms, raised her face and looked at him, pursed her lips and refused to answer him, but her face was already smiling.
He hid the box with the Chen Jinji powder box he bought a few days ago. He brought slightly hot water and carefully waited on Ning Que to wash her feet. She also washed her own feet with the remaining warm water. Sangsang spread out two quilts.
, took off his coat and quickly got in, muttering something about how cold it was without the kang.
As the night progressed, the sound of the watch could be faintly heard outside the shop. Sangsang never fell asleep. Her slender eyes staring at the roof were bright, like the sparkle in the middle of a black gem. She suddenly asked: "Master, what about that?"
Mr. Censor...when will you go to that brothel?"
Ning Que was silent for a long time, and then replied softly: "Tomorrow."
Sangsang didn't know that Chang'an City was a hunting ground that was more dangerous than Min Mountain or the grassland, so she was not worried about the young master's safety, but was worried about other things. She held the quilt with both hands and looked down hard.
On the other side of the bed, he said seriously: "Master, since the censor is going to die tomorrow, you have to tell him why before you die, right?"
"Yes." Ning Que looked at the ceiling and said with a frown: "For things like revenge... the other party will never know what revenge I am seeking, so it's really a bit embarrassing."
"Then tell him."
"Because of some things, I have to destroy you on behalf of Haotian?...Would it be a bit casual and unceremonious to talk so plainly? Is there any more solemn or stylish routine?"
Sangsang frowned and tried hard to think about how to solve this problem. After a while, she nodded vigorously on the pillow and said, "Master, write a poem."
"Poetry? I'm not good at this thing."
"Then I write one?"
"OK."
Sangsang read a few lines of the poem he had made up carefully. Ning Que listened carefully, read and thought about it again, and finally said seriously: "This poem is better than what I wrote."
The imperial censor of the Tang Dynasty, the sixth rank, is responsible for inspecting officials and impeaching lawless officials. If his rank is not high, his power is not small. No matter who takes such a noble position, he should be satisfied. However, Zhang Yiqi has never been satisfied.
However, because he was already a promising censor thirteen years ago, but after struggling for so long, he is now just a noble and useless censor.
But he did not dare to complain at all about this, because he knew very well what was the real reason for his stagnation in the official career - after he participated in the case of General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan, his promotion rate slowed down, and after seven years
After the trial of the Qianyanjing Village Massacre case was concluded, he was promoted from the Chief Registrar of the Yushitai to the Assistant Yushi, but he never made any further progress!
Working for His Highness the Prince and General Xiahou, the reward for their service should not be like this. If those two important figures did not want their secrets to be known, then they should have tried every means to kill him instead of just
By leaving him in the censor's desk like this, aren't they afraid that Zhang Yiqi will be resentful and expose the matter?
For his stagnant future, Zhang Yiqi spent two years thinking hard, and finally realized it four years ago, and then he felt cold all over.
To be able to make a prosperous censor sink like this, to be able to cut off the Qingyun Avenue paved for him by His Highness the Prince and Xia Hou in an understatement, and to make it impossible for anyone to see the slightest trace of exerting any force, the entire Tang Dynasty has only
If one person can do it, that is His Majesty the Emperor.
In the eyes of the world, although His Majesty, the current emperor of the Tang Empire, is not fatuous, he still seems a bit conservative and cowardly compared to his ancestors.
It sounds a little ridiculous, but the most powerful evidence for the whole world to come to this conclusion is that since His Majesty the Emperor came to power, the Empire is no longer as rude and rude as in the past in its interactions with other countries, and has begun to talk sense.
Although the truth is definitely still in the hands of the Tang Empire, bandits who are willing to be reasonable will always look more cute in the eyes of hostages and fat sheep.
But Zhang Yiqi and most of the court officials knew very well that their Emperor was definitely not a conservative and cowardly person.
Your Majesty has only been fond of literature and calligraphy since childhood, and there is some scholarly spirit hidden under the golden dragon robe, so his temperament is somewhat tolerant and lazy.
But after all, His Majesty's surname is Li, and the proud and violent blood of the Tang Dynasty royal family flows in his body. If anyone touches his bottom line, he will definitely see what it means to be truly angry.
In the two cases of General Xuanwei's treason and the Yanjing massacre, all doubts have been wiped out, and no personal or material evidence has been left. However, His Majesty the Emperor does not necessarily believe the investigation of his ministers, but there is no evidence, even if he is probably sitting on the dragon throne.
He didn't bother to try to reverse the verdict, but the officials who aroused his suspicion never thought of having any future in this life.
Your Highness the Prince is your Majesty's beloved younger brother, and Xiahou is your Majesty's admired general, so your Majesty can accommodate them temporarily, and what does Zhang Yiqi mean to you as a mere censor?