Time is slow

   Chapter 534 Neighbors

   "Young Master Qiao has taken it down?" Zhang Siqing looked at Qiao Mo with more incredible eyes.

  The account book is not a subset of the classics and history, it is full of unfamiliar names and data, and there is no regularity at all. People who can memorize account books have an amazing memory.

   Zhang Siqing and the censor of Zuodu couldn't help but look at Kou Xingze.

   The name of Qiao Jiayulang was very loud in the capital, and he was as famous as the son of Princess Changrong, but the reputation spread all over the world is that this Qiao Gongzi is outstanding in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has inherited the style of Mr. Qiao Zhuo. But when they reached their status, they didn't care much about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so they didn't have a deep impression on this young master Qiao in the past.

   But what it means to be an unforgettable student is self-evident.

  Kou Xing noticed that the two colleagues were looking at him, and coughed softly: "Mo'er's memory is indeed excellent."

   But he didn't know it could be so good.

   He has always been at odds with his in-laws, Qiao Zhuo.

   He hopes to go a step further in the officialdom. If it is not possible, at least he can save his descendants from detours.

  Qiao Zhuo was just the opposite. He didn't make sacrifices to the extremely precious Guozijian, and went to the mountains and waters early. That's all, he was not keen on scientific research for his descendants.

   If nothing else, Qiao Mo's fame was because he specially told his daughter to take advantage of her birthday, and then the grandson went to take the exam.

   This child is unforgettable—

   Kou Xing looked at Qiao Mo calmly, but his heart was full of emotion.

  Qiao Zhuo is really a waste of talent and beauty, if this is his own grandson—

   It is impossible for his own grandson to have this memory... Kou Shangshu suddenly flashed this thought in his mind, and his heart was blocked for a while.

   "Then ask Mr. Qiao to quickly write the account book silently." Although he heard Kou Xing say so, Zhang Siqing still had doubts in his heart and couldn't help urging.

  Shao Mingyuan glanced at Zhang Siqing lightly, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Master Zhang, don't be impatient, this marquis disturbed my uncle and brother in the middle of the night, so I must let someone drink a cup of hot tea, right?"

  Zhang Siqing smirked and said: "What the Hou Ye said is. Qiao Gongzi, you have a cup of tea first, and the account book will be discussed later."

He was impatient for a while, thinking that the Qiao family had nothing to do with it, and it was only natural for Qiao Mo to help, but the champion Hou's attitude reminded him that the Qiao family was the master of suffering. It's still them who are badass.

  Qiao Mo's attitude is submissive, but his tone is neither humble nor arrogant: "The adults are anxious, and the students are anxious, wait for the students to write the account book silently, and then accompany the adults to drink tea."

   Zhang Siqing had a better impression of Qiao Mo when he heard it, and nodded again and again: "That will be hard work for Mr. Qiao."

  The censor of Zuodu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sighed: "I have worked with Ling Zun for many years, but I have never heard Ling Zun mention the matter of Mr. Qiao. Now it seems that Ling Zun is too low-key."

  Qiao Mo has a sad expression on his face: "Xianyan rarely talks about the affairs of the court at home, and he thinks it is the same when he comes outside."

   Zuodu Censor nodded: "Young Master Qiao, hurry up."

  The large huanghuali desk was covered with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qiao Mo sat aside, and after a little thought, he picked up the pen to write.

  Apart from Shao Mingyuan, the other three couldn't help but surrounded them, and saw each and every sturdy and sharp small print on the paper, without the slightest stagnation.

   Zhang Siqing frowned when he saw the names of the first few people on the paper, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the censor of Zuodu.

   The two burnt account books are no trivial matter. After they got their hands, they all read it. Of course, it is impossible to write down, but the first few names are still vague.

  Qiao Mo actually remembered it!

   The two looked at each other, and the worries in their eyes were put aside for the time being.

   Kou Xing watched indifferently for a while, then turned to Shao Mingyuan.

   Shao Mingyuan whispered: "Three adults, let's go out first, so as not to disturb my uncle and brother's dictation."

   A few people went out, and Kou Xing sighed: "It's a pity that Mo'er carried the account book that embezzled the army's salary."

   Several people knew that the emperor really cared about another volume.

   The censor of Zuodu said: "Fortunately, those who are gangsters and those who reach out to the army can't escape their crimes."

  Zhang Siqing shook his head and sighed: "Without account books, we can only be convicted of embezzling military salaries, which is still different."

   Several people were silent for a while.

   "Why don't you invite Yushi Xing to come over, he wrote the two account books, maybe you can still remember some."

   "That can't convince the public." Shao Mingyuan said calmly.

   All three looked at him.

   "Even if Yushi Xing barely remembers 30 to 40% of the contents of the account book, who would approve of such an incomplete account book? They can completely infer that it has been too long, and Yushi Xing has made a mistake."

   "Yeah, the two account books almost affected the entire Fudong officials. They really killed them and refused to admit it. No one could do anything." Zhang Siqing murmured.

   "Did the three adults block the news that the yamen was running out of water?"

  Kou Xing nodded: "The fire was not large, only the office room, and it was extinguished as soon as the fire broke out. There was almost nothing lost except for the account book data. The people involved in the fire fighting have been instructed, and it will not be spread."

   "That's easy. The three adults will restore the two account books to their original state."

   The three looked puzzled.

   "I'll invite Yushi Xing. When my uncle and brother finish writing it silently, Yushi Xing will transcribe it again."

  For the sake of safety, Shao Mingyuan put Xing Yushi in the champion Hou's mansion after dark.

   Zhang Siqing's eyes lit up, and he stroked his hand: "This is great!"

   The two account books were originally written by Yushi Xing. As long as the contents remain unchanged, Yushi Xing will rewrite them again. Who can point out the problem?

   This was originally a very simple matter, but because their hearts were too heavy, they did not turn around for a while.

   "But another account book—" Zuodu Censor hesitated to look at Shao Mingyuan.

   By this time, he began to believe that the young champion Hou must have something they could not think of.

  Shao Mingyuan smiled slightly: "I'll find a solution for another account book, and I will definitely give the three adults an answer before noon."

   "Then I'll ask Hou Ye."

   Leaving the Xingbu Yamen and walking down the street, the sky was already getting bright.

   Shao Mingyuan instructed the guards who were waiting outside to go back to the Champhou Mansion to invite Yushi Xing, while he turned his horse's head and went directly to the house next to the Li Mansion.

   There are two personal guards guarding the house. The house is not big, and the ground is cleaned.

   Shao Mingyuan pushed the door and entered, feeling like he was coming home.

   He smiled as he looked in the direction of the Li House, told his guards, and fell asleep.

   After more than an hour, the guards gently woke Shao Mingyuan: "General, it's already Chen Zheng."

  Shao Mingyuan jumped up, opened the window, and the cold wind blew in, and the sky was bright outside.

   He didn't contact Qiao Zhao in a hurry. After carefully washing and shaving the stubble from his chin, he ordered, "Bring the carrier pigeon."

   In the West Mansion, Qiao Zhao came back from Qingsongtang, and was about to pack up and go to the East Mansion to meet the fellow villager, when a grey pigeon landed at her feet.

   Ask for monthly and recommended tickets, thank you.

   (end of this chapter)