Jia She, Chief Assistant of the Red Chamber

Jia Amnesty was startled, and looked up at Cui Enzheng carefully.

Cui Enzheng was dressed in civilian clothes, the material was completely ordinary, and he didn't have any accessories on his body.Of course, people cannot be judged by clothes.Because of the aura shown by the other party earlier, he, Jia Amnesty, was already polite enough to treat others.But he never expected that Xiao Cui in the legend would really like Bao Qingtian in the storybook, he loves to take micro clothes.

But now look at the face...

Jia Amnesty compared the resumes he had obtained, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, with deep suspicion in his eyes.This small portrait is painted plainly, and looks like a scholar should look fair and tender.But the man in front of him looked like a martial artist.It's a warrior, not a fierce butcher who inherited his father's career!

His complexion is the wheat color of a tough guy, and the combination of these facial features is also resolute and handsome. Unlike the gentle and refined Yigua, he is similar to his father, but his aura is seven or eight points weaker than his father.After all, his father had seen blood kill people before, so he was even more aggressive.

But no matter how imposing he is, even the emperor, he has cried while hugging people's thighs.

Skipping the little entanglement in his heart, Jia She's expression was calm and unwavering: "Really? I also forgive the rudeness of the official, can I have a look at the token and document of the lord?"

Following Jia She's words, the atmosphere that had been suddenly dead and silent seemed to be coming from a spring breeze, and gradually regained some vitality.

Cui Butou on the side wiped his sweat silently.That's right, for these soldiers and crab generals, Mr. Cui is a mighty official, but for Jia Amnesty, maybe below the third rank, he hadn't been able to get a good face from him before.His father and grandparents are all superb!Now it is even more grace.

Seeing Jia Amnesty's smiling face without any embarrassment and a calm demeanor, Cui Yu smiled: "It's natural." He said and handed over the identity document from the bag.

After receiving the document, Jia Amnesty glanced over it, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "I have long heard that Master Cui's judgments are like gods, as if Bao Qingtian is still alive. Maybe this female ghost is just aware of your character, Master Cui, and is blocking the way. tell!"

What's so embarrassing, I think that when he came back in the past, he even exposed his old background of rebirth.

Bite the bullet and look forward!

Hearing Jia She's words, Cui Yu was completely speechless.He has also seen quite a few people of all shapes, colors, and colors, among them there are many descendants of aristocratic families, but Jia She's words and actions are particularly impressive... I feel that I am a well-educated biography and think about it, but there is nothing I can do. I can explain a little bit how I feel at the moment.

"Your Majesty Jia, you are being polite. There is an important case happening now, so I won't greet you for now." Cui Yu said solemnly, "We found this corpse during our inspection earlier..."

Not knowing that Emperor Taixing still left a surprise for him, here Cui Yu considered the status of Jia She's colleague and subordinate, and led people to see the corpse, intending to tell people about the clues and arrangements he had noticed.

Jia Amnesty looked at the route to the top of the mountain, his footsteps seemed to be rooted, and he didn't want to move.

Yan Butou gave a slight push.Although Wu Zuo, the fast-moving officer of this dynasty, was not from a lowly nationality, there were very few people who volunteered to do so.He has been in this profession for generations.Back then, he was patrolling the streets at the age of 13, and now he is forty in a blink of an eye.To put it bluntly, he watched Jia She go from the little overlord of Rongning to the first overlord in the capital to the prodigal son turning back without changing money.

Jia She turned his head and stared at the disrespectful Yan Butou, and moved forward step by step. With each step, the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

Opening the fan, Jia Amnesty deliberately covered his frightened half-white face, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Zhong Ping who had already followed Cui Yu's pace.

Since he had the words to build a good relationship in advance, he naturally investigated the people around Cui Yu.But Cui Yu is probably like the legendary "Lone Star of Heavenly Evil". His mother hurt her body due to childbirth, and worked hard day and night selling pork. She died when he was ten years old; his wife was not blessed either. , died early due to childbirth, leaving behind a son; his father went to work with Cui Yu and enjoyed the blessings of the old man for several years, but he also passed away due to an old illness caused by an autumn cold.This Cui Yujie is self-sufficient, neither has married a second wife nor has a concubine, raised her son all these years, and has no other relatives.

So besides Cui Yu's son Cui Chengyan, the person who has the closest relationship with Cui Yu is Zhong Ping.Zhong Ping is from the same hometown as him, and it is said that he is still a good friend in the same class, and has a reputation as a scholar, but he failed the exam twice in a row, so he went to work with Cui Yu as a teacher.

As if sensing Jia She's gaze, Zhong Ping looked back at Jia She, with a half-smile and said: "That's right, Mr. Jia is a rich man, so he shouldn't suffer from this bad luck." He couldn't think of why the emperor appointed a The embroidered pillow, Jia Amnesty, was a pass sentence, which was simply holding Enzheng back.

"It's bad luck!" Jia She met people's eyes and said coldly, "But my lord's duty is to talk about it psychologically. In terms of this action..."

Deliberately elongating his tone, Jia Amnesty upheld the courage to stretch out his head and shrink his head, and he took a few steps forward in strides, then turned his head and glanced at Zhong Ping with a trace of arrogance.

He, Jia Amnesty, respected Xiao Cui because of Emperor Taixing's words, and now he can be regarded as loving his house, otherwise he would have ordered someone to beat him if he looked at him with contempt for this kind of secret poking.The reasons are all ready-made, no respect for elders!

He took off his officer Jia She's clothes, and he was still wearing a royal robe underneath!

Just as Jia Amnesty was humming mentally, he suddenly heard a low-pitched voice, and when he raised his head, he met Cui Yu's deep and cold eyes.

"Going any further will destroy the scene." Cui Yu said.

"Oh." Jia She nodded in a daze, and looked hard at the lying corpse.

Wearing rough linen clothes that should be ordinary people, at this moment, blood is all over the body, especially the lower body. The clothes are torn, and it is easy to think that something bad has happened.And the black and beautiful hair fell down to block the face...

Jia She's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the face of the corpse, he screamed—"Ah!"

"My lord/my lord." The guards who followed Jia She from afar and the surrounding government servants all surrounded him, watching carefully as Jia She excitedly patted Cui Yu and pointed at the female corpse.

"Then...then..." Jia She took a few breaths before calming down, "That's Miss Qinglian, the oiran of Yicuilou!"

"Master Jia, are you sure?"

"Of course! This girl sings well and has a great temper." Jia She casually talked about her romantic past: "When I was holding her in my arms, she was so young, so young, so young, so young, so young, so daring. , turned around and sang to my opponent. At that time, I held the red-sleeve girl and fought with others."

"Master Jia is very interested." Cui Yu looked coldly at Jia Amnesty, who was indifferent and indifferent, and turned to the group of police officers behind him: "Catcher Yan, since there is a source of corpses, let's go and investigate."

"Yes." After accepting the order, Catcher Yan clasped his fists, looked at Cui Yu, carefully pulled Jia Amnesty's sleeve, and hurriedly arranged to go.

Jia Amnesty recovered and looked at Cui Yu with an innocent look on his face: "Does your lord have anything to say to your subordinates?" Hurry up and let him go, it's too bloody and bloody.

"Yes, Master Jia should be able to come forward and have a chat with someone." Cui Yu frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Who?"

"Forgive me for my poor eyesight, but I think Master Jia should know." Cui Yu looked at a group of people coming not far away, and stretched out his fingers to point out the direction for Jia Amnesty.

Jia Amnesty followed the trend, his face turned bitter: "Cui Qingtian, let's go, His Royal Highness Twelve Princes."

His Highness the Twelfth Prince, Situ Lang, born of Concubine Li, was born intelligent, quick-witted and eager to learn, and was quite loved by the emperor.There are two older brothers and one older sister on it.

Although Concubine Li is old and decrepit now, the number of sons is enough to beat everyone in Taixing Emperor's harem.And this was followed by Emperor Taixing since childhood.That's what teaches the maids.Therefore, with the passage of time, the Concubine Li family has gradually gained a firm foothold, even deeply rooted.

Cui Yu glanced at Jia She, who was drooping his head, and glanced back at the Twelfth Prince, who stepped on his servant and dismounted.The Twelfth Prince is only nine years old now, but he looks like a jade carving, but he can see that he will look better than Pan An in the future, but his face is very fierce, which forcibly destroys his good looks.

"Your Majesty has seen His Highness Twelve."

Jia Amnesty and Cui Yu bowed down to salute together, but they were interrupted by a sneer before they could finish their customary greetings.

"Hmph, this palace is not safe." The twelve princes raised their heads and glanced at Jia She and Cui Yu, who were the leaders, with a flash of jealousy in their eyes, and said: "You two are highly valued by the father, but even what happened under your command Don’t even know about the case? Are you still worrying about the father? What’s the use of you?!”

Apparently they got the news that Cui Yu was also present, so the twelve princes came here to find fault.How cool it is to be able to piss off two people who are deeply loved by the emperor at once, and have a reason to shirk them later.

It took him a long time before he got permission from his mother and concubine to go out with his six elder sisters to worship the Buddha. Unexpectedly, he was very unlucky. On the way, he was frightened by a villager who said "he is dead".

But he never expected that things would develop in a different way. For example, the newly-appointed Shuntian Mansion General Judge and Shuntian Mansion Yin are quite an eyesore, and they just happen to be able to kill people with a knife.

The Twelve Princes were righteous and awe-inspiring, and scolded the two of them thoroughly by citing scriptures, and finally concluded loudly: "My Highness will give you three days to solve the case, otherwise don't blame me for suing the imperial court and dismissing you from your posts!"

After finishing speaking, the Twelfth Prince flicked his sleeves fiercely, and led them away majestically.

Jia She, who had no chance to speak the whole time, looked at Cui Qingtian, who seemed to be called Bao Gong even by his childish face, and asked cautiously: "Master Cui?"

"My lord is thinking, and I hope Mr. Jia will not disturb you." Zhong Ping said with a calm face when he heard this.This indiscriminate disaster was probably caused by Jia Amnesty.

"Brother Zhong, it's okay." Cui Yu, who was expressionless, calmed down and said in a harmonious voice after hearing the words: "Lord Jia, Brother Zhong, let's not mention the prince's jokes, let's handle the case. The cause of death in this case is suspicious. The grass found The pile is the scene where the body was dumped. After inspection, it seems that he died of sexual abuse, but it seems to be to hide the real cause of death, and the scars on his back..."

Jia Amnesty was confused, but he saw that Cui Yu's words sounded plausible, and the Shuzuo of Shuntian Mansion next to him nodded in agreement from time to time.These two words became excited, and they were still moving around on the corpse.

Jia She felt that his eyes were full of blood red, and some black blood stains formed a dazzling visual experience with the fair skin of the corpse, and even the dirty liquid on the lower body was still flowing...

A sour breath came out of his throat, and Jia Amnesty held back expressionlessly. After hearing "Go back to the yamen and wipe it with wine vinegar", he couldn't hold it anymore, and ran directly to the edge of the office, vomited out.

It was held back for a long time, but now it's like a flood has been opened, and it's all leaked out at once.Jia She felt that he had vomited out the last night's meal, but his stomach was sour, but those things still appeared in his mind.

……

"Ugh..." Jia She couldn't help but put his hands on his mouth. He, Marquis Jia En, didn't have to be a county magistrate if he wanted to be an official. It's easy to find a vacancy in the Sixth Ministry.But out of the corner of his eye, he looked at "other people's children", holding the fan tightly in his hand, trying to hold back the tears swirling in his eyes, and a look of determination gradually appeared in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Jia Amnesty pushed away the servant's support, asked for water to rinse his mouth, held the handle of the fan tightly again, and came back with a pale face.Even if he is a wooden man, he still has to keep listening.

After all, being in one's position seeks one's own affairs.He has to take responsibility.

Seeing Jia Amnesty's return, Cui Yu couldn't help but look at Jia Amnesty more.At the first glance from a distance, I felt that Jia She was as beautiful as the rumors said.Anyway, based on what he has seen over the years, no one has ever done it.The aura on his body is beyond the reach of ordinary people.But people look simple, but they are actually shrewd and know how to measure.May I ask how many people in the world can be honest about their shortcomings and say a word of self-knowledge?

Looking at it now, this blue official uniform fits him well, especially the egret on his chest, which is just like him—【Snow clothes and snow hair, sapphire scorpion, group of fishes in the shadow of the stream.Flying far away to reflect Bishan, a pear tree falls in the morning wind. 】

Many years later, Cui Yu recalled that it was probably the day when he first saw the way of self-depreciation. This egret, which seemed to be full of pear blossoms and fluttering in the air, drifted into his heart unknowingly.

Jia Amnesty listened to this literary talent worthy of being the fourth best in Chuanlu, and immediately yelled: "The official uniform of the sixth rank is all about it. It depends on the face. Hypocrite!"