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- Ever since I heard from my father, the children who went to Beijing together have been stolen one after another. Zhao Hao couldn't help but think of the knight who was chased by a group of people; and those well-dressed men who used the banner of Yingtian Mansion to interrogate the carriages and horses entering the capital
Everything that happened that day was unusual. Could what happened to Yingtian's disciples be the aftermath of that day?
Thinking about it this way, Zhao Hao's heart skipped a beat. He secretly thought that he could not relax his vigilance just because he lived in Zhao Jin's house, but asked Gao Wu and the others to be more vigilant, just in case.
"By the way, when you went to Wu's house today, did you hear any progress?" Zhao Shouzheng asked him.
"It's not that fast. I was very busy a year ago, so it's hard to rush others." Zhao Hao shook his head, burying his guess in his heart and trying not to affect the candidates' mental state.
"Oh, okay. This trip to Beijing is so unsatisfactory. I made an appointment with you in the same year to go to Baiyun Temple to burn incense and pray for blessings on another day." Zhao Shouzheng said and asked, "Are you going?"
Zhao Hao shook his head. He had never been interested in burning incense and worshiping Buddha. If he had time, he might as well go flirt with Haigang Peak.
Since Wang Wuyang and Hua Shuyang took that lesson on the Yuhuatai, they no longer believe in gods and Buddhas, so they naturally shook their heads. He also said that he wanted to serve the master at home.
Wang Yongji was from Fujian Province, so naturally it was not easy to get together with Yingtian Juzi, so he declined.
Zhao Shouzheng could only curl his lips and said, "Then I will go with them myself."
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At the same time, in the Zen room of Anhua Temple in the outer city.
Manager Ma Zichai was listening to his subordinates report on the progress of the search with a grim look on his face.
"Chief manager, our people have searched the residences of 30 people that day, but we still haven't found that thing." The subordinate reported in a trembling voice.
"There are four more? Why don't you search them together and report them later?" Manager Chai said with a thick nasal voice, suppressing the urge to kill.
"Those four people are a bit troublesome. Three of them live in Guang Luqing's house. There is also a man named Wu who is the nephew of Shuntian Fu Cheng. He lives in Wu Fu Cheng's house. We don't dare to mess around." The subordinate said , took a look at the man in casual clothes next to Manager Chai.
That man was the official of Shuntian Prefecture who set up a card outside the city that day. Hearing this, he said, "It's really tricky."
"You have to find it for me even if it's difficult!" Manager Chai ignored it and said, "If you can't find something, no one can escape!"
The official secretly complained that he was unlucky, so he had to persuade patiently: "I know that your subordinates are very capable, and it doesn't matter how strict their official residences are. But if the homes of these third- and fourth-grade officials are stolen, there will be a big fuss. There was an uproar. Especially our young master, who had already paid attention to the theft of his son. If this time, all the nephews living in his house were stolen, Wu Shaofu would definitely connect the two things. He is not a good person. You're just fooling me, I'm afraid he will find out about us"
After a pause, he added: "Moreover, these days have passed, and the thing has not been leaked. It means that the thing may not be with them, or they don't know the existence of the thing at all. If we rush to alert the snake, I'm afraid On the contrary, it will be exposed"
"Hmm" The official kept talking, but Manager Chai was finally persuaded. He nodded and said in a low voice: "Okay, Wu Fuyin won't move for now, and focus on Guang Luqing's house, and then take action when he sees the opportunity. .¡±
"Okay." As long as he didn't offend his immediate boss, the promotion officer was not so panicked and nodded without objection.
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The next day coincides with the winter solstice, and officials have a rest.
Speaking of which, the welfare benefits of officials in this dynasty are the worst in all dynasties.
No mention of salary, just vacation. Initially, under the workaholic Zhu Yuanzhang, officials only had three statutory holidays a year - New Year's Day, the winter solstice and his old man's birthday.
Later, Zhu Di couldn't stand it anymore and ordered the Winter Solstice holiday to be extended to three days, and another ten days off for the Lantern Festival. His grandson Zhu Zhanji extended the New Year's Day holiday to five days. Together with the birthday of the current emperor, these nineteen days were all statutory holidays for Ming officials.
The officials in the capital, who had been busy all winter, were finally looking forward to these three days of vacation. They took the time to hang out with friends, have banquets with friends, and relax.
The door to Hai Rui's house is still closed.
Seeing that Mr. Hai will not go out today, those fans who were waiting outside the door were waiting to disperse.
However, a young man in brocade clothes, Shi Shiran, came over and knocked on the closed door of Hai Rui's house as if he were visiting.
"Alas, Mr. Zhao is useless, I won't let you in." Wang Yongji was also in the crowd, so he naturally recognized the young man and sighed.
Everyone nodded. If knocking on the door was useful, why would they wait outside the door all day?At this time, the door of Hai Rui's house opened a crack, and the old servant revealed half of his face, looked at Zhao Hao and said, "What does this young master do for you? If you just want to see my master, please come back. My master doesn't see visitors."
"I'm not here to see your master." Zhao Hao smiled slightly and said, "I'm here to see your master's doctor."
When everyone outside the door heard this, they couldn't help but booed. Yesterday they saw that Hai Qingtian was in good health. How could he be sick?
"Master, don't be joking." The old servant also lowered his face and wanted to close the door.
But Gao Wu was already one step ahead, pressing the two door panels with his hands, but the old servant couldn't close them even with all his strength.
Zhao Hao then calmly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, handed it to the old servant and said, "This is your master's symptom. You might as well show it to him to see if I am wrong."
The old servant couldn't close the door, so he had to let go of his hand, took the manuscript paper and glanced at it. He couldn't help but froze there.
After a while, the old servant woke up from a dream at the urging of Zhao Hao, and quickly turned around and went in.
Everyone outside the door finally believed that Zhao Hao really had two skills. They couldn't help but stand still and waited for the follow-up with anxiety.
Although not all of them are as sharp as Wang Yongji, seeing the old servant's reaction, they couldn't help but worry whether Lord Hai was really sick.
After a while, the old servant came back, opened the courtyard door and said, "Young Master, my master has invited you."
Zhao Hao nodded and smiled at Gao Wu: "You stay here, there is no need to follow him."
Gao Wu nodded, and when Zhao Hao followed the old servant in, he blocked the door of Hai Rui's house like a door god.
¡°Actually, Zhao Hao was overly worried. These people outside were all people who sincerely admired Hai Rui, and they had no illegitimate reasons for breaking into private houses. They now thought that Hai Rui was really sick and would only sincerely pray for Mr. Hai's speedy recovery outside. How could they barge in and disturb the treatment?
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After Zhao Hao walked in, he saw that it was just a small three-heyuan house, similar to the rules of his old home in Caijiaxiang. But it's only half the size of my own house, and it's not straight either.
When he took a closer look, he discovered that it turned out to be a wall that separated a complete courtyard into two rooms on the left and right. No wonder it was so awkward.
Seeing him looking at the abrupt wall, the old servant didn't know what his psychology was, so he explained: "The official housing in Dali Temple is tight, so we can only do this. Otherwise, my master cannot afford to live in Chunsong Hutong."
Zhao Hao nodded to express his understanding and followed the old servant into the main room.
The curtains were drawn in the main room, and the stove was not lit. It was as dark as an ice cellar. Zhao Hao couldn't help but shiver as he entered, feeling that it was colder here than outside.
But what was even colder was the look in Hai Rui's eyes.
Zhao Hao saw him sitting on the chair, holding the piece of paper in his hand, looking at him intently.
At that moment, Zhao Hao finally knew that there were eyes that could kill people in this world.
He actually had the urge to turn around and run away
"Who wrote this poem?" But it was too late, because Hai Rui had already asked.
"Me." Hearing the fatigue and heartbreak in Hai Rui's voice, Zhao Hao finally calmed down and said with a faint smile:
"That day I saw Mr. Hai looking like a zombie, so I wrote this poem as a gift to him."
As he spoke, he opened the two doors to the maximum, letting in the sunlight from outside.
The sun shone on Hai Rui's patched robe, and also on the piece of paper in his hand.
I saw the paper written:
¡®There are solitary shadows in the sky and flying geese, and the setting sun in Hubei is stained with blood. Why is the pearl sinking into the blue sea, and the bright sun covering the clouds in the bright sky? The west wind is bleak, the autumn sound is tight, the wild geese passing by are sad and the dusk is dark.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? How can I cherish my position and cherish my life just to eliminate the tyranny of the Holy Dynasty? It's hard to find the Phoenix Tower and the Han Dynasty in the sky. My tearful eyes are blurred and I look at Beichen. The palace chariot is driven by Yan, whose holy face is far away, reflecting the heart of a loyal minister and a filial son.
The desolate land beneath my knees is the loss of two sons, and the black magpie mourns the old forest. You can't be loyal to death, there are still white-haired people in Xuantang. There is a public opinion about right and wrong, so why bother asking ghosts and gods? ¡¯
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