Chapter 33 Fan Xian: You are miserable, you have fallen in love
In an instant, the offense and defense changed.
The young lady is worthy of being the most talented woman in Kyoto. She can grasp the vital points of the target very accurately.
The premise is that Ye Zheng did not make the deal with Fan Sizhe at Yishiju yesterday.
The flower hall was a little quiet.
Her upbringing as the most sophisticated among the wives of Kyoto officials allowed her to suppress her emotions extremely well, but one could still tell from her slightly raised, delicate and round chin that the young lady was somewhat proud of her "generalship".
Well, it’s good to be happy.
Just make her happy again.
"As I said, this was not written by me, do you believe it?" Ye Zheng raised his head again, his face stiff.
"Does the Third Young Master think I'm stupid?"
She is really simple and gentle, even her sarcasm is so elegant.
"How could that be? You are so beautiful and intelligent, how could I think that?" Ye Zheng hurriedly refuted, sighed, and said, "If you can get some fun and interest from it, that will be what I want."
Seeing him say this, Fan Ruoruo couldn't bear it for a moment.
A girl's mind is complex and changeable.
"I see that your manuscript has no signature on it. Why don't you give it a studio name (a pen name) so that others won't know that it was written by you." Fan Ruoruo suggested.
Where can I find such a good girl?
Seeing the beautiful eyes of the young lady, Ye Zheng felt guilty. After a moment's thought, he said, "Just call me Mr. Fan Ye. Don't look at the manuscript anymore. What kind of storybooks or novels do you like? I will write another one for you, okay?"
“Fan Ye, Fan Ye…” Thanks to the extra application on her face today, Fan Ruoruo still felt her cheeks burning. “It’s all right.”
Ye Zheng noticed the young lady's shyness and smiled.
"Both" cannot be taken seriously, which one should I copy?
"Brother, are your servants and the archer named Zhong from the Military Affairs Department looking for you outside?"
While he was thinking, Fan Sizhe came in with a teapot.
"Ruoruo, Sizhe, I'll go take a look." Ye Zheng immediately stood up and said.
I took a day off today, and Wen Di will be taking care of the military affairs.
Zhongli came with his servants, so he must have gone home first and then came to Fan's house with the servants.
"Sir." Seeing Ye Zheng from afar, Zhongli bowed, but did not walk into the main gate casually.
"You go back first." Ye Zheng nodded to his servant first, then looked at Zhongli, "What's the matter?"
Zhongli led him aside and said, "Sir, during this inventory, ten bows are missing from the warehouse."
"What does Guan Qing say?" Ye Zheng's expression did not change.
Guan Qing was the clerk in charge of the household department.
"He said it was early in the month. Lieutenant General Chen, who was in charge of patrolling the city, sent someone to borrow the money. In the past, they would borrow the money this month and return it next month."
"Loan and borrow? Why is it not working... Forget it, I won't ask those. I just want to ask one thing, if it is a loan and borrow, is there a detailed record in the account book?" Ye Zheng stared at him.
Zhongli quickly made eye contact with him and lowered his head again.
"Smuggling weapons is a serious crime. Get him to give a clear confession and have him sign his name. Then tie him up and send him to the Ministry of Justice. Report the matter to the commander."
Does this rise to the level of smuggling arms?
Ye Zheng's decisiveness made Zhong Li feel a little cold in his heart.
This is no less ruthless than some of the ruthless people in the Inspection Bureau.
In fact, although the bows of the Bingmasi and the Beijing Camp were both produced by the Military Equipment Bureau under the Ministry of Works, there were slight differences in style and performance.
It is true as Guan Qing said, "borrowing and dismantling" happens all the time. As for where the bows in the warehouse of the Beijing camp went...
Compared with the crime of "smuggling arms" mentioned by Ye Zheng, it is even worse.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sir, if you handle it this way, I'm afraid you will also..."
"Even if they are sure that I dare not make a big move for fear of being implicated, how can I be held hostage by such insidious villains?" Ye Zheng interrupted him, thinking of something, and said, "The Inspection Institute has the duty of supervising the military, how could they be completely unaware of such things?"
Zhongli gave a wry smile.
How could you not know?
With money and connections, they could cover up any shortage of weapons or armor.
Seeing this, Ye Zheng sneered twice, "Now that Dean Chen is not in Kyoto, I think the members of the Inspection Institute are perfunctory and shirking their responsibilities. They are not working hard. I will definitely intervene!"
"Forget it, I'll go there myself and make this matter more solid."
Ye Zheng's murderous aura caught Zhongli off guard, and he secretly groaned in his heart.
Dean, is this the talent you favor? A man of great sophistication and worldly wisdom?
It's clear that they are the same kind of people as those censors in the Censorate!
"Wait for me here, I'll go and tell him."
Before he could stop him, Ye Zheng had already turned around and walked through the gate.
……
5:45 PM
imperial study room
"Your Majesty, there is a memorial from Deputy Commander Ye."
As a seventh-rank official, Ye Zheng's memorials still had to be screened by the six ministries. Unlike some other senior officials, he could submit memorials to Emperor Qing in person and be answered questions in person.
Because his memorial involved a third-rank lieutenant general and the Inspection Institute, and the six ministries were about to close their doors, they gritted their teeth and approved it.
It would be fine if you don't read this memorial, but if you read it and expose it later, you will definitely suffer from it.
"Oh, I haven't seen his memorial for some time." Li Yunqian said with some surprise.
He put down the arrow in his hand, washed his hands, picked up a white towel and wiped them casually, took the memorial, read it quickly, and read it carefully again. He slowly closed the memorial and thought secretly.
"These mediocre officials, in their positions, do not care about the government, are greedy and greedy, and are good at deceiving the emperor..."
"Copy this memorial and send it to the Privy Council, the Ministry of War, the Inspection Office, and the Military Affairs Department. Ask them to take a good look at it."
The military commander mentioned by Emperor Qing is naturally the commander-in-chief Pan Qi.
"promise."
Eunuch Hou received the memorial.
Emperor Qing looked at the armor not far away, with a meaningful smile on his face.
……
At this moment, Fan Mansion
"Ruoruo, are your eyes sick?"
Although the road was a bit bumpy, entering the mansion was very smooth. Aunt... is now the eldest lady. Liu Ruyu opened the front gate and welcomed him in person. The yard had been swept clean long ago, and someone sent six loads of housewarming gifts in advance.
He asked the servant, and he said it was given by his brother-in-law.
Uncle?
When he first heard this title, he stood there in a daze for a while.
After coming to his senses, he immediately asked the servant to take him to his sister.
As a result, when we met, my sister was in such a miserable state...
"Let me take a look for you." He reached out and held Fan Ruoruo's arm.
The latter stepped aside and said, "Brother, I'm not sick."
Fan Xian's eyes fell on his empty hands, as if... his sister was not so close to him anymore.
Fan Ruoruo was very thoughtful and noticed the loneliness on his face. She said hurriedly, "Brother, please sit down. I'm just about to go look for you."
After she led him to sit down, she poured him some tea and asked, "Brother, did you have a smooth journey?"
Fan Xian's emotions came quickly, and he digested them quickly. He picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. "Not bad."
"You said you were kissing? Which young man?" he asked again.
Fan Ruoruo's eyes dropped slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her tone was slightly shy, "It's the third son of the Ye family."
Seeing his sister's expression, Fan Xian's mind immediately echoed with Uncle Da's classic line: You're miserable, you've fallen in love!
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