The red building is so arrogant

Chapter 397 Tanabata 【Part [-]】

The next day, it was the seventh day of July.

Jiao Shuntian got up before dawn and did some simple exercises, then went to Xing Xiuyan's place in the north room of the East Wing, chatting casually, while taking advantage of Xing Xiuyan's inattention, he stuffed something under her mattress.

But he only cared about guarding against Xing Xiuyan, but he didn't pay attention to being seen by Siqi. As soon as he left, Siqi went up to search for it, and said, "Master just stuffed something here, I'll look for it." ... Huh? Why is it a wood carving?"

"What woodcarving?"

Xing Xiuyan came over to have a look, but saw two crooked birds standing next to each other on a branch with a broken tip. Looking at the clumsy knife skills, he knew it must be done by a novice.

"Why did you put this thing on the bed, sir?"

Si Qizheng was puzzled, but seeing Xing Xiu's cigarette mouth turned up, he couldn't help laughing out loud, holding the wooden carving to his heart with such strength that his little clothes were wet twice, and the milky fragrance overflowed for a while .

Siqi was full of doubts and puzzled, he thought to himself that this child's graffiti-like thing, even if it was made by his own master, would not make Aunt Xing so happy, would it?

Is there some allusion?
Si Qi was about to ask what happened, when she heard Jiao Shun calling the maids to gather in the living room, she had no choice but to apologize, and first raised the curtain to go outside.

I saw Jiao Shunduan sitting in the north, fanning five gold hairpins of different shapes on the coffee table, and said condescendingly: "Today is the Qiqiao Festival, I will send you a fortune, and there will be ones every year in the future. have a share."

Hearing this, Siqi suddenly sighed: "So it's already Qixi Festival, I've been so busy these days, I actually forgot."

"I know that you have made great achievements recently, and this is your reward."

Jiao Shun picked up one and inserted it on her head himself. This golden hairpin was a little too gorgeous, and I'm afraid it might not be able to hold it down if someone else changed it. .

Immediately afterwards, he picked up two gold hairpins and handed them to Xiangling and Hongyu respectively, but he didn't help them put them on himself.

When it was the jade bracelet's turn, they handed over two at once.

"This……"

Yu Chuan was confused on the surface, but he was happy in his heart, but he listened to Jiao Shun's order: "You send one to Qingwen, just say it's a common practice for everyone."

Yu Chuan immediately lost her temper, and her small mouth couldn't help but pouted Lao Gao, and was about to reluctantly agree, when Jiao Shun added: "You pick first, and then give her the rest. "

"Hey!"

Yu Chuan's mood improved in an instant, and she thought happily that no one else could choose, but she had this privilege, which showed that her father still favored herself in his bones.

Siqi and Hongyu are also secretly satisfied, feeling that there is a difference between inside and outside, Qingwen should be inferior.

Only Xiangling didn't care about these at all, instead she chattered, giving everyone the allusions and legends of Qixi Festival.

Siqi's heart moved, he hurriedly pulled Xiangling to the corner and told about the wood carving, then asked: "You have a lot of allusions in your stomach, tell me quickly, how come these two ugly birds Make my aunt happy like that?"

Xiangling heard the words but didn't bother to explain, Xizi said emotionally as if holding his heart: "I don't want you to know poetry, if I can get one of these poetic and picturesque things, it will be worth dying immediately! "

"You idiot!"

Siqi raised his hand and poked his finger on the rouge mark between her eyebrows, and said angrily: "I knew that the book bag was dropped, what happened, you should explain it first!"

Xiangling clutched her forehead, as if she didn't dare to be Wenqing anymore, she hurriedly explained: "This is an allusion in "Song of Everlasting Regret", the poem says: 'July [-]th in the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night. I wish to be lovebirds, and I wish to be Lianlizhi on the ground.” It means that on July [-]th, in the Hall of Longevity, there is no one in the middle of the night.

Speaking of this, she couldn't help frowning again: "It's a pity that Tang Minghuang still failed Concubine Yang after all, so this poem is called "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"..."

"Bah bah bah!"

Siqi spat a few times, glared at Xiangling, and said, "What a good omen ahead, what are you talking about behind? With your elm head, I'm afraid you won't be able to count on the uncle to take care of you in this lifetime."

After a pause, he sighed again: "Except for Aunt Xing, I'm afraid only Miss Xiangyun has this honor."

Having her dreams shattered by Siqi, Xiangling pursed her mouth in a sullen mood, stealing glances at Jiao Shun from time to time.

Jiao Shun naturally also noticed her little tricks, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it for the time being. He went straight to the living room of the main room, and while having dinner with his parents and adoptive father, he asked if Mrs. Xu would go to Xue's house together in the evening.

"I'm not going."

Mrs. Xu shook her head and said: "The reason why I asked you to go to Zijin Street is because I am afraid that I will disturb the second wife's purity. I don't need to avoid anything when I usually communicate with you. What are you doing this trip with you?"

She used to run to the Zijin Street construction site all day long, but now that she has a granddaughter, she has put aside the matter of building a house.

But there is no need for Mrs. Xu's supervision on Zijin Street. Who would dare to steal and play tricks in the house of the head of the Ministry of Industry and Affairs?

If it hadn't been for Jiao Shun's repeated refusal, the contractor would have even offered to pay him back.

"Then I'll go for a walk by myself at night."

As Jiao Shun said, he poured half a bowl of rice into his stomach, and stuffed a piece of eggplant with five tendons into his mouth—the stuffing was made from the tendon of five kinds of livestock, soft but not loose, fragrant but not greasy— Then he hurried out of the house with a small bag.

…………

Grand View Garden, Hengwu Courtyard.

As the residence chosen by Sister Bao, it was originally a very quiet place, but since Shi Xiangyun moved here to live with him, he broke the tranquility with radiant vitality.

But this morning, the Hengwu courtyard was even more noisy.

The reason was that three servants guarding the garden came to the door noisily carrying a fine silk bundle, saying that they were entrusted to give Miss Shi Da a gift.

After Shi Xiangyun heard about it, he was the first to think of Jiao Shun, and hurriedly asked Cui Ling to lead him in.

After the three servants entered the door, you pushed and squeezed each other to greet them. One of them pleaded guilty and carefully spread the bundle in his hand on the Arhat bed.

It was only then that Shi Xiangyun and Cuilu discovered that it was not actually a burden, but an extremely gorgeous dress with hundreds of layers of thousand leaves and wide sleeves, and what was wrapped inside was a pile of colorful fresh flower petals.

"This is?"

Shi Xiangyun was slightly taken aback, and asked subconsciously.

"We don't understand what that means either."

The servant woman laughed and said: "At first, when Uncle Jiao gave us this skirt, we thought it was for a girl to wear, but he told me to pick some flowers and wrap it in this dress and give it to the girl—you see, Such fine clothes are wet with dew."

Cui Ling was confused when she heard this, but Shi Xiangyun covered her cherry and smiled with her beautiful eyes like crescent moons.

Just at this time, Baochai also rushed over after hearing the news. When he entered the door, he saw the clothes and flower petals spread out on the bed, and saw Shi Xiangyun tried his best to endure, but still couldn't help laughing. He also covered his lips with a round fan, and said with a light smile. : "Is Li Taibai's Qingping tune? Brother Jiao really has a heart."

Cui Ling was confused, and when she heard this, she hurriedly asked, "What Qingping tune? Miss, please explain it to us."

Xue Baochai gently shook the small fan and said: "Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze supports the threshold of Revlon. If you don't meet at the top of Qunyu Mountain, you will meet at Yaochi under the moon."

He giggled as he spoke, and continued to explain: "This is a compliment to the beauty of your girls..."

"elder sister!"

Shi Xiangyun hastily interrupted her, and said embarrassingly: "This is just Brother Jiao's joke, and my sister is also making fun of me!"

"I'm just talking about things, where did I make fun of you?"

Baochai was still joking, but she suddenly thought that it was her own mother who met Jiao Shun on the night of Qixi Festival, and she couldn't help smiling for a moment.

He then confessed: "After I finish my breakfast, I will go back to Zijin Street with my mother to handle some housework. If you feel bored, you might as well..."

"Girl, girl!"

Just as I was talking, Ying'er found it in a hurry, and said repeatedly: "Just now the grandma sent someone to send a letter, saying that the empress in the palace gave another gift, and asked the second master Bao and the girls to give gifts on the theme of Qixi Festival." One poem, I will send someone to pick it up later!"

"This……"

Xue Baochai was in trouble right away, and writing poems was nothing to her, but the palace's decree should not be ignored, saying that they would send someone to fetch it later, so they should wait in the Rongguo Mansion. But in this way, how can he accompany his mother to the old house on Zijin Street?

After thinking about it, I can only explain everything that should be explained as clearly as possible, and let Aunt Xue be a responsible mouthpiece.

…………

But it was said that after Jiao Shun entrusted his clothes to the maid guarding the gate, he drove to the yamen in a cart—because Mrs. Xu didn't go out recently, Laiwang changed to a donkey cart alone.

And when he came out of the back door of Rongguo Mansion, he was very troubled in the car.

According to the original plan, he should already be on his way to Guangdong and Guangxi at this time, so naturally he didn't prepare the gifts for Qixi Festival in advance. The gifts for Xing Xiuyan and Shi Xiangyun were all made out of scratching yesterday, which cost him a lot of money. Brain Cells.

As for You Shi, Li Wan and other important lovers, they are really powerless to take care of them—it seems too dishonest to give them the same gold and silver jewelry as a maid, especially when comparing Xing Xiuyan and Shi Xiangyun.

In order to avoid fire in the backyard, I'm afraid I have to rush to make a few pieces today.

He racked his brains along the way, and finally came up with an idea that fit the situation. He was about to put it into practice when he arrived at the Yamen, but he didn't want to be notified suddenly that he was going to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to attend the joint trial of the Third Division.

After inquiring again, it was actually the emperor's will.

Naturally, he didn't dare to delay and neglect, so Jiao Shun had no choice but to let go of his love for his children and hurried to Dali Temple.

Speechless all the way.

When they arrived at Dali Temple, the officials of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, the Procuratorate, and Dali Temple had already been busy for a long time. Apart from Zhou Long who had been taken into custody, twenty or thirty persons related to the case had been 'invited'.

More than half of them are passers-by who have witnessed, or may have witnessed, the exchanges between Zhou Long and Zhu Tao, and the other seven or eight are messengers captured according to Zhu Tao's description. Just because he didn't have enough brains, he even left written evidence for Zhu Tao.

This case is not to say that the evidence is solid, at least it is a certainty.

This is just convenient for Jiao Shun to take the chestnut out of the fire!

If the evidence is extremely unfavorable, Zhou Long can be promoted to the altar with the help of the public opinion fanned by Dali Temple, forcing the Sanju to make great efforts to protect him, and then there will inevitably be irreconcilable conflicts with the emperor.

At that time, he can really watch someone else with a cold eye.

Not to mention this.

But Jiao Shun stood in the lobby pondering for a while, watching the files on the public case increase visible to the naked eye, but no one paid any attention to him.

In this regard, instead of being annoyed, he was very pleased.

It was only with such a feeling of resistance against the enemy that the San Judiciary had to protect Zhou Long!

So he simply found a chair, found a corner that didn't get in the way, asked Shuan Zhu to get the tool bag from the car, and carved wood carvings to his own enjoyment.

Although there are too many homogeneous things, it seems insincere.

But who let himself have no chance to do other things?

We can only try our best to seek innovations and changes in the details on the basis of the general sameness.

But this way, the difficulty has undoubtedly increased a lot.

Jiao Shun scratched with the knife for a long time, but he still didn't come up with a suitable idea.

EMMM...

Gan Te Niang's Xia Taizu!
If he hadn't copied all the modern poems, he could 'create' two love poems on the spot for emergency.

Just when Jiao Shun was complacent on the surface, but complaining about others, a small official mingled with the crowd and observed him for a long time, then quietly left the main hall of Zuo Temple and found a side hall.

After entering the door, he immediately gave a deep salute: "I have seen you, my lords."

But I saw three people sitting in the hall, they were the three presiding judges of this interrogation: Liu Fang, Zuo Shaoqing of Dali Temple, Xu Liang, the left servant of the Ministry of Punishment, and Yan Junchen, the censor of the left deputy.

Because this little official was from Dali Temple, Liu Fang first asked, "Did Jiao Shun make any noise?"

"It never did."

The little official hurriedly said: "He first stood in the middle of the hall for a while, seeing no one was paying attention, he moved a chair and carved a wood carving in the corner."

"Wood carving?"

Liu Shaoqing frowned: "What did he engrave?"

"The humble job didn't see too clearly."

The little official thought hard for a while, and gave an ambiguous explanation: "But generally speaking, it seems to be something for women."

"Things for women?"

Liu Fang frowned even tighter, apparently unable to understand Jiao Shun's actions.

"Today is Tanabata."

At this time, Xu Shilang smiled and said: "Don't forget that he is only 20 years old now, which is the time when he was young Mu Ai."

"Because of this, you can't underestimate him!"

Yan Junchen, the deputy capital censor of the left, said seriously: "You are young and successful, how many people can be flattered or humiliated? But he still has the heart to take care of these children's personal affairs - I have heard that this person is not learned and skilled, now it seems Sure enough, there are some cities."

Liu Shaoqing nodded slightly, and then said distressedly: "Since the visitor is not kind, why don't we meet him first, so we can find out?"

Although they were nominally here to interrogate Zhou Long, the three of them unanimously regarded Jiao Shun as their greatest enemy, and the attitude of the Sanfa Division, who was able to choose them as the chief interrogator, was self-evident.

The so-called fairness and justice are worthless in front of class interests.

Yan Junchen shook his head and said: "Don't mess yourself up, he's just listening in, he's not allowed to make mistakes in the courtroom!"

"Ah~"

But Xu Shilang sighed helplessly: "That's what you said, but how can we be the masters?"

The essence of the joint trial of the three divisions is that while the three divisions check and balance each other, none of them has the final decision-making power, only the right to make suggestions on sentencing. If the emperor is not satisfied with the trial results of the three divisions, the retrial can always be rejected , and even ordered to replace the presiding judge.

But the problem now is that unless the three of them don't want to be famous and are going to die socially in the shilin, it is absolutely impossible to give an answer that the emperor approves.

(End of this chapter)