The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Although the snow had stopped, the night breeze was a bit more lingering than yesterday.

Zhao Baogen was leaning on the soft collapse, holding the stove in his hand, not to mention the cotton ball wrapped in a quilt, but opened the door again, letting the cold wind blow in freely.

He did this, of course, not to be full, but to ensure that when the master in the study opened the door to greet him, he could rush over as soon as possible.

Ah~

It's not easy to be a hero.

I don't know if it was self-deprecating or self-satisfied thinking, I heard the sound of'Bangbangbang' a few times, but it was already time for the third watch.

Zhao Baogen got up hesitantly, wrapped in a quilt to the door, looked at the candlelight in the study, and became confused.

According to the wife's instructions, it is time to go over and remind the master to rest early.

However, in the recent discussions between the Ministry of Households and the family, they all said that there was a huge crime. Otherwise, there would be no one who would risk the life of Lu Mingsi in the matter.

As the master of the household, as a householder, you can imagine how he feels these few days.

If it's just for a reminder, it's not very cost-effective to hit a few boards.

While hesitating, I suddenly saw a stream of fire from the north coming straight here, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo seemed to be two lanterns.

At this point in time, those who have the courage to come to the study to disturb the master, I am afraid that there will only be a wife!

Zhao Baogen hurriedly threw the quilt onto the bed, and turned away the hand stove. He didn't care about walking around the corridor, and ran all the way to meet him.

Sure enough, when he got closer, he saw two maidservants and a woman-in-law, surrounded by the white mistress rushing over.

Without waiting for Zhao Baogen to see the courtesy, the old lady made a silent gesture, stepped forward alone and opened the door of the room, and walked in quietly.

As soon as I walked in, I saw four butter candles on the left and right sides of the desk, and the flames dangling from Lao Gao.

The old lady sighed secretly, went to the table silently, took the wick cutters that looked like crooked-mouth tweezers, and cut the wicks of the butter candle one by one.

Come and study ink for me.

Seeing the candlelight stabilized, the old man behind the desk suddenly gave a faint call, apparently he had already noticed the arrival of his old wife.

Not surprisingly, the old woman walked around to the side of the desk, picked up most of the Hui ink on the Duan inkstone, and grinds it unhurriedly.

The old man annotated the official document as usual.

In this way, a full quarter of an hour passed before the old man at the desk raised his head and sighed sullenly. He stretched out his hand to remove the eyes on the bridge of his nose, and tried to rub his eyes with his hands.

Here.

The old woman seemed to have expected it, and immediately took a cup of half-warm tea and stuffed it into her husband's hands.

The old man put the teacup on the table, first soaked the index finger of his right hand, scrubbed it back and forth a few times, and then dipped the tea to wipe his eyes.

Tea can improve eyesight

Muttering like singing and babbling, the old man closed his eyes and stretched out to the side.

The old lady with a sharp heart immediately put her veil on, but she couldn't help but groaned in her mouth: If you spit in the future, you should quickly get someone to get a new one-you don't think so, I and the children are still afraid I'm over sick.

Save it. Save it.

The old man casually perfunctory, suddenly remembered something, and smiled back: I remember the first time you accompany me to read and write at night, it seems that it was also the first time after the snow?

Who can remember what happened forty years ago. The old lady's mouth was hypocritical, but her eyes showed unresolved passion.

The two old men in sixties looked at each other and smiled. Although they never spoke again, they were more than a thousand words.

It's a pity that this quiet and serene scene was soon broken by the shouts from outside.

Lord Lord!

Before the old man frowned to respond, someone outside the room reported loudly: The people in Dali Temple didn’t know what was mad, and at midnight, they suddenly sent someone to ask the officials of the household department, and they were arrested from the fifth to the eighth product. There are more than a dozen!

The old man was stunned when he heard the words, then his face became gloomy.

The person who sent someone directly to ask questions this night must have a certain degree of certainty—could it be that the household department under his control actually made a case? !

Thinking of this, the old man, Zhao Hong, Shangshu Shangshu, was a little uncontrollable, and strode around the desk to the door.

Just as he was about to reach out and open the door, he suddenly stopped, frowned and pondered for a long while, and sat down at the desk for a while, as if casually replied: Since it is the Dali Temple to take a person, he must have the evidence. Yes-if you find our house later, just wait for the cooperation, if it has not affected the old man, then everything will be discussed tomorrow.

Sir, Zhou Shilang is in the front hall now

Confused!

Zhao Hong's voice rose a lot, but he calmed down immediately, and said faintly: Go and tell Zhou Chang, if this matter is related to him, go directly to Dali Temple to surrender-the old man only cares about finances, not in charge. Criminal name!

It was quiet outside for a while before I heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

When the footsteps faded away, Mrs. Zhao on the side spoke: Isn’t Xiao Sun Shaoqing on a suspension of work, why did she suddenly make such a fuss?

The old man wondered: How did you know it was him?

It's not him, can it still be Wei Yi?

The old lady gave her husband an angry glance, seeming to be angry with him for insulting her IQ.

Zhao Hong laughed, raised his head and lay on the back of the chair, staring at the beams of the room without knowing what he was looking at. It took a long time before he muttered to himself: It’s great to be young. If it were 30 years ago, I would definitely want to Theory and theory face to face with him.

At this age, he blew up his cowhide.

The old lady dismantled the platform with one report after another: Thirty years ago, you were still a magistrate out of town, and when you met a senior official of the fourth grade, I was afraid that she would not even dare to breathe!

The old man smiled, and then said with a stern face: But this young man got his ambition, and what he hasn’t seen is a good thing. It’s fine if it’s safe and proper today. If it’s not in harmony, plus resisting the decree, he said. I'm afraid it's enough for this Sun Jia Erlang to drink a pot.

Having said that, he suddenly regained his spirit, and with a little effort, he wrote an impeachment memorial.

Zhao Hong dried the paper, looked carefully at it, and turned his head back and exhorted: If I pass the impeachment tomorrow, you can go to Sun's house to propose marriage.

Propose marriage?

Zhao's wife was really confused by her husband this time, and she asked in amazement: Who will propose marriage to?

Who else~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is naturally your precious granddaughter!

Are you crazy?

The old lady said angrily: You play the role of impeachment and send someone to propose marriage. Are you afraid that Yinger will be rejected by her husband after she really marries?

Hey, you don't understand it.

Zhao Hong smiled: There is a way that wood Xiuyu will be destroyed by the forest wind. At this time, it is better to learn a lesson than falling from a height to pieces—according to the skills of Sun Jiajiro, it is only a matter of rejuvenation.

At that time, our family Ying'er will be the "wife in distress"!

When Zhao's wife heard this, she finally realized that she couldn't help but gave her husband a hand, and said with a smile: You are the only one who has a lot of spooky ideas.

But after another thought, she hesitated again: But what if it was Xiao Sun Shaoqing, this time he successfully found out the real culprit?

This one

Zhao Hong faltered, and then re-stripped his pen, but this time it was a memorial to voluntarily invite crime.

The old lady was dissatisfied: I didn’t ask you this, I was saying that if he makes another contribution, Ying’er’s marriage

Let it go.

Zhao Hong spread his hands together, and said helplessly: Our Yinger committee is a little awkward, and the looks and talents are also unsatisfactory.

Isn't that just what you want!

My son will follow me, but isn't he a talented person?

Bah~ Obviously follow me

The two in-laws were choking, and they heard a report from someone outside: Lord, Shi Lang really went to Dali Temple, but he said that he was not going to surrender to himself, but refused to sit by his colleagues and subordinates, and was arbitrarily made things difficult by Dali Temple.

Zhou Chang went to Dali Temple?

Zhao Hong frowned when he heard this. This week Chang has always adhered to the doctrine of the mean. Although it cannot be said that he is totally unaccounted for, he rarely takes responsibility for himself.

Now that he is suddenly so positive, can it be said that

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