In one go

After that night, the two of them never mentioned the matter of "leaving" again, and they could barely be counted as carrying out their respective duties. It seemed that their lives were relatively stable.It's just that Wang Hang has been paying attention to the movement of the capital all the time, and he can't let go of his heart.

The most important thing is that since Wang Hang returned to Jiangnan, he has never heard from Aunt Chun again.

The Wang family originally had such an information channel, and it was not difficult to know the movements of the capital. However, for Wang Hang, those who were a little closer to him did not use this channel to transmit news, but used a simpler and more traditional way— — Flying pigeons pass on books.

When he returned, he had received a letter from Aunt Chun, but since when, he never received any news from there.

He originally thought it was just that Aunt Chun was entangled in trivial matters and forgot to pass the news here.But after thinking about it, Aunt Chun shouldn't be such a careless person, and her doubts and worries gradually deepened.What worried him the most was that the news channels in the mansion found out that everything in the capital was normal and there was no abnormality.

This made him suspicious. Besides Zhang Zhe, even Wang An, who had been with him for a long time, was included in the list of suspicions.Hearing what he said, Zhang Zhezhi also tried to comfort him, but the consolation didn't have much effect. Wang Han still had a big stone hanging in his heart.

Today Wang Hang was still busy in the study, when he suddenly heard the sound of wings that had not been seen for a long time, he immediately stood up and hurried to the window, and it was the familiar white dove.

"It's finally here." He grabbed the pigeon and took a palm-sized note from its foot. There were not many words, but each word was written so heavily that the ink smudged the back of the paper.

However, these were not the reasons why Wang Han frowned and clenched his hands uncontrollably. His complexion instantly turned pale, and his nails were getting deeper and deeper into his flesh, as if he was suffering great pain.

The five words on the paper seemed to punish one's heart.

"Be careful Zhang Zhezhi"

He stared hard at the note for a while, then suddenly sneered, with a hint of sadness in his ferociousness.But it was only for a moment, and the next moment, he walked to the table with a normal face, and burned the note to ashes with the candle.

That night, he returned to the room they shared as usual. Zhang Zhezhi came back later than him, and smiled as soon as he entered the door, "You move quickly, and you always come back earlier."

"Because I don't want you to wait for me." Wang Hang stood up, walked toward Zhang Zhezhi's bedside, and poured him another cup of tea, "Are you tired?"

Zhang Zhezhi took the tea generously, took a sip and held it in his hand, "I'm not tired, but I feel that the accounts in the house are still a bit wrong."

"Oh? What's wrong?" Wang Hang took the tea in his hand and took a sip with his lips on it.

Zhang Zhezhi blushed a little when he saw this action, but he still said clearly, "The monthly income of the mansion will be greater than the expenses, and it is bound to leave a sum of money for next month's expenses. However, recently, I found out that this The money seems to be in name only."

"how to say."

"Because of this month's expenditure, the money was not used, but a new tael was transferred from the internal affairs. I noticed that something was wrong. I asked the old gentleman of the internal affairs, and I found out that the government received a few dollars from the internal affairs. Since the beginning of the month, we have been transferring money from the internal affairs for an unprecedented time, and this phenomenon has never happened when we went to the capital."

Zhang Zhezhi stopped, his eyes were bright, "So, where is the money?"

"It stands to reason that this money should be deposited in the treasury." Wang Hang also became serious, "In this case, there must be a regular person in the treasury to collect the money, just ask him."

"That's right," Zhang Zhezhi laughed, and looked at Wang Han with a look of praise, but he changed the topic, "But the problem is precisely here. When the accounts are counted every month, the silver in the warehouse is There is no discrepancy with the account book. And the money in the internal affairs will be replenished to the original amount every month."

"Then it's strange," Wang Hang laughed suddenly, "This money is like a ghost, but it's out of reach when we are around."

"It's not so exaggerated." Zhang Zhezhi held his hand and smiled softly. "I thought about it carefully today, and probably only thought of one possibility."

Wang Hang stared at him, waiting for him to say the following.

He also gave Wang Hang a confident look, and said slowly, "Someone in the government should have taken the money to usury."

"So that's how it is!" Wang Hang laughed out loud, as if a little annoyed, "Why didn't I think of that."

"It's not your fault," Zhang Zhezhi said softly, "He should have used the money as a usury loan, eating the interest every month, and returning the money in full at the end of the month when the account is counted."

As he spoke, he couldn't help snorting, "He's really a brainy person."

"It's just useless on the right way." Wang Hang put down the tea in his hand, and scratched Zhang Zhezhi's nose, "Why, do you still have some sympathy for that person?"

Zhang Zhezhi dodged Wang Hang's hand and argued, "I just lost a talent."

Wang Hang showed a clear smile, "It's alright, it's just a pity that one talent has been lost."

As he spoke, he went to the table and blew out the candles, walked to Zhang Zhezhi in the dark, and pushed him down on the bed.

"Don't think about talents," he breathed on Zhang Zhezhi's neck, and the people under him couldn't help struggling a few times, but he tightened the grip even more, "Since you have figured out his trick, then tonight Take a good rest and deal with this matter tomorrow morning."

"But... um... you!... um..."

So the night ended in such a charming atmosphere, although I don't know if Zhang Zhezhi saw Wang Hang's abnormality, but only Wang Hang could feel that the wound in his palm was hurting suddenly, and it never stopped .

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