On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

Corrupt officials are not afraid of death, Du Lingchun naturally cherishes his life, so he is even more taboo about others mentioning the word "death" in front of him.But looking at Gongsun Zhuoyu's serious face, he was full of anger and immediately disappeared, turning into an inexplicable feeling.

"Fool," Du Lingchun finally calmed down, pinching his chin and said, "Where is anyone immortal?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu hugged him tightly and said, "There is still a difference between not dying well and dying well."

Du Lingchun said angrily: "Then you think I will have a bad death?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu is a sincere child, he nodded when he heard the words: "Yeah."

Du Lingchun: "..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu held his hand, fiddled with his fingertips one by one, and said in a low voice: "Since the company has no shortage of power and wealth, asking for those silver is just icing on the cake. It doesn't hurt too much if you don't want it, but it's a waste of risk. The plague of locusts in the southern region is serious, if those people do too much, they might make a noise in His Majesty's ears, so why bother to take this muddy water."

Du Lingchun's state of mind is still a little different from before. It's hard to say what has changed, but it has changed.Hearing what Gongsun Zhuoyu said, he didn't get angry immediately, and said in a vague way: "You will be a good person."

Gongsun Zhuoyu smiled warmly and brightly: "The company is a good person, so I will be a good person, and the company is a bad person, so I will be a bad person."

Du Lingchun shook off his hand, but not long after, he took it back by himself, gritted his teeth and said sadly: "It's worth breaking down so many reasons for such a big event, but if the money is returned You can go back, but change from one pocket to another. If you want to help the victims, I will ask someone to change it into rice grains and distribute them on the next trip south."

Du Lingchun has been immersed in officialdom for many years, and he knows how deep the water is than Gongsun Zhuoyu. This is the best solution.

Gongsun Zhuoyu picked up a strand of hair from his shoulder and asked, "Will the company think I'm meddling?"

Du Lingchun naturally didn't think so: "Why do you say such things between you and me?"

Du Lingchun has suffered so much in the palace for too many years, and he has already wiped out the last bit of kindness in his heart.He vaguely knew that he might never be able to become the same person as Gongsun Zhuoyu, but this did not prevent him from protecting him from moving forward...

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't know what to say, after a long while, he said four words a little clumsily: "Sigong is so kind."

The company is actually not good, but the company is only good to Gongsun Zhuoyu.

Du Lingchun didn't want to be as tired of rice cakes as he was, so he simply got up and walked to the bedside: "It's getting late, hurry up and rest, no one will call you if you're going to bed late tomorrow."

Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately went up in small steps, and then climbed onto the bed.He slept very simply. He covered Du Lingchun with the quilt, and fell asleep after half a cup of tea.

"..."

Probably heartless people sleep fast.

Du Lingchun doesn't sleep well like Gongsun Zhuoyu, it often takes a long time to fall asleep.With his eyes closed, he suddenly remembered the night when he first arrived in Jiangzhou and the magistrate hosted a banquet.

Zhang Jiji didn't know that he was outside the door, and once drunk, he made a slip of the tongue, laughing at himself that no matter how powerful he is, it's useless, he's just a rootless eunuch.

This sentence made Du Lingchun very uneasy, and he clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, but before he had time to attack, he heard another person say: "There are many poor people who are poor in food and clothing, if they are not forced to Well, a good man would never enter the palace to purify himself even if he thought about it, why bother to slander such a contemptuous person..."

The voice was low and peaceful, and he suppressed the fire by accident.

Slave, eunuch, these two words are a thorn in Du Lingchun's heart, which cannot be easily touched.

It was dusk, and there were sparse and dense tree shadows on the Linghua window. The night wind blew in through the gaps, and the curtains moved lightly.The red candle burned silently and slowly, with red tears streaming down, and finally burned out, slowly extinguished, and a plume of blue smoke came out.

Du Lingchun saw that Gongsun Zhuoyu turned over and kicked off the quilt, and then pulled it up to cover him again.Lying quietly on the bed, I thought why my sister asked him to find some kind and intelligent person, there is one beside me, and I have already found it.

This person does not despise himself as a slave, nor does he mind his incompleteness, and he never looks strangely at himself.I will teach him to write, read poems to him, and buy him rice cakes...

Du Lingchun was also like a child at some point, and there were many things he wanted to tell his dearest sister, Du Qiuwan, but unfortunately, he couldn't say anything.Each pile is related to Gongsun Zhuoyu.So he had no choice but to hide it in his heart so that no one could see it.

Jing Zhaoyin is in charge of the capital and can participate in the court council. The government has 23 counties under its jurisdiction.It can be said that if any lawsuits are committed in this huge capital city, Jingzhao Mansion cannot be bypassed.It's just that this official position is not easy to sit in. Fifteen people have been changed in ten years, and on average, they have to be changed in less than a year. It can be seen that it is a high-risk occupation.

Gongsun Zhuoyu got up from the bed in a daze early in the morning, and when he arrived at Jingzhao Mansion in a carriage, he was still asleep.He looked at the two majestic and majestic stone lions in front of the gate of Jingzhao Mansion, and after realizing that this place is no longer Jiangzhou, he subconsciously lifted the official hat on his head.

Si Lu greeted him here early in the morning, when he saw a young man in a scarlet official robe getting off the carriage, he expected to be the new immediate boss, so he rushed up to greet him: "May I ask, is it Lord Gongsun?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu saw that the visitor was dressed as a document, and asked aloud, "Who are you?"

Si Lu hurriedly said: "He belongs to Zhongqing Zhong, and he is the Secretary of Jingzhao Mansion. He is here to assist Your Excellency. After learning that Your Excellency takes office today, he has sorted out all the files in recent years and put them on the table."

This is a smart guy and an old fritter.

Gongsun Zhuoyu shook his sleeves, walked inside, and asked Wen Zhongqing: "I heard that Jing Zhaoyin changed three people this year, is it true?"

Wen Zhongqing said with a smile: "Naturally it is true. The first lord was whipped off his horse by Prince Guangping, and he is still lying there unable to move. The second lord tried a wrong case and was impeached by the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Now Sent back to his hometown, the third lord...that is, lord Chu Lianjiang Chu, was hanged to death on the beam by the murderer."

As Wen Zhongqing said, he pointed to a crossbar above his head, on which there was a light-colored white mark drawn by a rope: "Your Excellency was hung on this log at that time."

Gongsun Zhuoyu looked up at what he was pointing at, thinking that it was strange, not only intrusive, but also bad luck.After taking a look at Wen Zhongqing, I always feel that this person is pointing fingers at Sang and scolding Huai: "Jing Zhaoyin has changed so many positions, so has your secretary ever changed?"

Wen Zhongqing smiled and cupped his hands: "This subordinate is not talented. I have been in this position for more than four years, and this year is the fifth year."

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought to himself that he was really a powerful person. His immediate boss changed every year, but Wen Zhongqing was still able to stay still, which is a talent.He went to the case desk, looked through it briefly, and found that there were dozens of unsolved cases accumulated by Chu Lianjiang, which were "excellent" than when he was the county magistrate in Jiangzhou.

Gongsun Zhuoyu hissed: "These are unsolved cases?"

Wen Zhongqing cupped his hands: "Yes."

Gongsun Zhuoyu threw it aside without interest: "Then continue to hang on."

When Wen Zhongqing heard this, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze, he probably didn't expect that Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't even try to save face.Thinking to himself that he had heard that he was part of Du Sigong's party, and that he might have gotten into the position of Jing Zhaoyin by virtue of his connections, it was not surprising that he did this, so he immediately ordered someone to withdraw the dossier.

The system flew out out of nowhere, quietly landed on Gongsun Zhuoyu's lap, and then intentionally frightened him: [Stab——! 】

"Mom!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu jumped up from his position reflexively, already being shocked by the shock, he looked around in panic, only to find that the system was landing on the corner of the table and fluttered his wings: [Dear, don’t neglect your duties]

Wen Zhongqing was taken aback by Gongsun Zhuoyu: "My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't feel any pain for a long time, only then did he realize that it was a false alarm, he sat down on the chair in shock, secretly cursing the wicked ghost of the system, and at the same time said to Wen Zhongqing: "No...it's nothing, just now I saw a mouse."

009 flew over and slapped him on the head with his wings: [You are the mouse, you are the mouse! 】

Gongsun Zhuoyu turned his head to dodge without any trace, thinking that this system is really annoying, and his ghost lingers.Before he started to handle the case, his temples were already hurting, and he lay on the table and didn't want to move.

009 sat on his head with a chirp: [Since you don't want to plead for the people, why do you want to be an official]

Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyelids: "Who said that being an official can only plead for the people."

He can also accept some innocuous filial piety, he can also wear official uniforms to show off his prestige, he can also receive a salary, and he can also leave his name in history, which has many benefits.

009's blue body flickered: [Either you don't become an official, or you have to perform your duties if you are an official, or you will be shocked]

Gongsun Zhuoyu wanted to kill him with money, so you know what to do, if you have the ability to kill him with money.But he still succumbed to the threat of the system, and reluctantly asked someone to take the file back, only to find that it was all trivial matters.

Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned, pointed to a recent case and asked Wen Zhongqing: "Who is this Wang Xu?"

Wen Zhongqing stepped forward to take a look, then reacted and said: "My lord, this person beat up the young master and his attendants in the street a few days ago, and is now being detained in prison. Because of the death of Lord Chu, there is no time to try the case in the future." .”

Gongsun Zhuoyu looked at him: "I know he beat people in the street, what I'm asking is, what is Wang Xu's identity?"

Wen Zhongqing was stunned for a moment: "He is a scholar, and his family is poor."

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought it was quite interesting: "This is so strange, he is a poor scholar, how could he have the courage to beat up the son of the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, even counting his followers, could it be that he is born with both supernatural power and courage?"

Wen Zhongqing smiled, a little embarrassed: "This is what Master Chu ordered, and the subordinates have no choice but to write like this."

The system lay on Gongsun Zhuoyu's shoulder, and sucked pitifully: [There must be grievances]

Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at it expressionlessly: "Can you go a little farther away and don't dangle in front of me."

unlucky.

It wasn't the first time that the system had been disliked. Hearing this, he snorted unhappily and disappeared with a whoosh.

Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered why Chu Lianjiang wrote this, one is a poor scholar from a poor family, and the other is the son of the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, whoever is stupid to offend others.But it doesn’t matter if you don’t offend, otherwise, wouldn’t you be electrocuted?

Gongsun Zhuoyu waved his sleeves: "Ascension to trial, order someone to bring Wang Xu up, and also, go to the servant of the Ministry of Punishment who is here..."

Wen Zhongqing responded wisely: "Hong Wentao, Mr. Hong."

Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Yes, summon that thing to me too."

It was the first time Wen Zhongqing met this kind of boss. Hearing this, he gave him a strange look, and confirmed again: "My lord, are you really going to summon Mr. Hong? What if he doesn't come?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that he had Du Lingchun backing him, and was afraid that he would be a playboy, so he rolled up his sleeves and said: "If you don't come, then delay, if you can't delay, beat until he is willing to come!"

Wen Zhongqing thought to himself that he didn't realize that this lord is so tough, he just hoped that he wouldn't be a paper tiger.That Wang Xu was weak and sick, and half his life was lost in the prison for a few days, and he might return to the underworld later, so it's better to let him out now.

"Yes, my lord, this subordinate will order someone to do it."

After Wen Zhongqing finished speaking, he went out, and gave some orders to the clerks at the door, ordering them to escort Hong Wentao back, and then sent people to the dungeon to carry Wang Xu up, before returning to the lobby.

Gongsun Zhuoyu was drinking tea, but his heart was always beating.There are many dignitaries in this area of ​​the capital, if a brick is thrown down, eight out of ten are relatives of the emperor.Jing Zhaoyin's position sounds majestic, but there are some things that cannot be judged by his official position. To put it bluntly, he is just a doormat.

For example, the guard at the gate of the prime minister's mansion may be more prestigious than a county magistrate alone.

Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at Wen Zhongqing: "Then Hong Wentao's father is the minister of punishment?"

Wen Zhongqing nodded: "Exactly."

Gongsun Zhuoyu was silent for a moment: "Does his family have any other messy relatives?"

"Uh..." Wen Zhongqing thought for a moment, then hesitated and said, "There is a daughter in the Hong family who is a concubine in the palace. Although she is only a noble person, she is already pregnant with the emperor's heir."

In this capital, all big and respectable families with few daughters will enter the palace for draft when they reach the age, and most of the emperors will not put up their cards in order to win over courtiers.

Being an imperial concubine is nothing great, but having a dragon seed in your stomach is great.

Gongsun Zhuoyu hissed, wondering if he was causing trouble, and was about to have someone call back the yamen servant who was summoning Hong Wentao, who would have thought that suddenly hearing a burst of scolding from outside, he got up quickly and walked out with Wen Zhongqing.

"Let go of me! Why do you arrest people!"

That Hong Wentao happened to be drinking flower wine in a nearby brothel, and several government officials arrested him as soon as he caught him.They obeyed Gongsun Zhuoyu's order, if the other party refused to come, they would delay, and if the other party refused to come, they would beat him. They dragged Hong Wentao out of the brothel like a sack, and dragged him to the gate of the yamen before letting go.

Hong Wentao was furious, his face was livid, trembling all over, he pointed at the gang of yamen servants and said angrily: "You bloody bastards, how dare you treat me like this! Do you know who my father is! And who is my sister! "

In the land of the capital, the background is the last word. Otherwise, if you fight for your father and mother, you can only squat in a corner and fight for Duoduo.

All the yamen servants are old fritters. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his eyebrows and began to blame: "By the order of my lord, come to summon the young master for interrogation. If you have anything to do, you can report it to the lord Gongsun."

As soon as Gongsun Zhuoyu rushed out in a hurry, a black cauldron flew towards him, and he almost vomited blood in front of his eyes. He was about to speak, but he heard Hong Wentao say: "Bah! A mere Jing Zhaoyin dares to touch my son. He is doing this Hit a rock with an egg!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu silently rolled up his sleeves behind.