Pick all the cold branches

Zhang Siyuan who disappeared was indeed with Lu Lan.

I am afraid that only Lu Lan has the ability to hide such a large living person under Lu Shiquan's nose.

"Brother, everything is ready, take care of it, Brother Yu has to go now." Lu Lan bowed outside the door.

Zhen Xian silently nodded to him, and closed the door with both hands.

There were only two people left in Yashe, and suddenly, it was so quiet that one could hear their heartbeats.

Zhen Xian knew that Zhang Siyuan must be watching him too.

Flying fish uniform is a uniform that can only be rewarded by officials of the third rank or above in Jinyiwei or officers with great merit.

But Zhang Siyuan is actually not Jinyiwei, but a man from Dongchang.

The emperor sent Zhang Siyuan to Zhejiang as Jinyiwei, and specially gave him a flying fish suit to save Zhang Siyuan's life.

If it weren't for this flying fish suit, Lu Lan might not be able to keep Zhang Siyuan at all, otherwise he would not be able to explain to Lu Shiquan.

Thanks to this flying fish suit, it will soon become the key to whether they can successfully break through Lu Shiquan's game in Jiangnan.

The only thing missing now was that one thing he wanted to get from Lu Lan during this trip, and it was also Zhang Siyuan's purpose for finding Lu Lan.

Account books.

An account book that records the detailed "business" transactions between the Lu family and the Weaving Bureau and officials at all levels in Zhejiang over the years.

Only by obtaining these account books can Lu Shiquan and even Chen Shiqin use the weaving bureau and Lu Lanxing to embezzle public funds.

This is what Lu Lan promised to give him but could not give him.

So what else can Lu Lan do?

Before leaving, what is the meaning of "everything is prepared" that Lu Lan specially told him?

Zhen Xian subconsciously looked around in this elegant house.

Although Lu Lan is a descendant of a businessman, after all, the family has accumulated three generations and was born rich, so he is really quite elegant.This elegant house is hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest, with a quiet layout. In addition to the collections of famous masters, there are many calligraphy and paintings of Lu Lan's own, which are beautifully framed and neatly arranged on the shelves.

Zhen Xian picked up a scroll from the shelf and unfolded it, and saw that the painting was a weaving picture, which was lifelike and exquisitely carved, which was quite different from the freehand brushwork of many other paintings. Anyone who has seen a silk weaving workshop with his own eyes can't understand it. draw.There are small characters on the fine parts of the painting, which seem to have been needle-punched, and there is no seal, only a corner stamp. The date is the twelfth lunar month of the 11th year of Yuanzheng. Counting the years, it is an old work more than [-] years ago.

More than [-] years ago, Lu Lan was still a child, so this painting was not made by him, maybe it was made by his father and grandparents.

Zhen Xian couldn't help but read the scroll carefully again, and saw that the paper on which the scroll was mounted was also quite different from the other scrolls.

The Lu family was very wealthy and wealthy, and the mounted paintings also paid attention to style. They often mixed gold mud into the paper pulp and pressed it like gold leaf cicada wings for decoration.But the mounting paper of this volume of painting is unremarkable, just like a volume of waste that is not valued.

But if it is really a waste, why should it be carefully framed and even collected for more than [-] years?

Zhen Xian glanced around and saw that there were some picture scrolls on the shelf, which were also mounted on the same kind of paper, roughly counting, there were more than ten scrolls, scattered randomly on the shelf, covered by many luxurious picture scrolls.

The apex of the heart trembled suddenly.Zhen Xian felt that he suddenly came up with an unbelievable conjecture.

He pulled out those picture scrolls and unfolded them one by one. The more he read, the more frightened he became. Before he knew it, he fell into it. When he finally read the last scroll, it was time to hold the lamp.

The sky outside Yashe has no stars and no moon, just like a pool of ink.

In the house, several long-burning lamps covered by Western Region glazes, under the silence and deep darkness, looked brighter and brighter.

And Zhang Siyuan was still sitting on the chair in the middle, maintaining the same posture, looking at him, as if waiting for him to speak first.

Zhen Xian packed up the last scroll and put it back on the shelf, turned around to meet that straight gaze, and finally asked: "I'm sorry, is your surname Zhang?"

"Is your surname Zhen?" Almost immediately, Zhang Siyuan asked him back.There was no hesitation, not even a change in body expression, as if he had been prepared for a long time.

This question was something that Zhen Xian had never thought about.

Of course, he had imagined that besides the Second Highness, there would be other people who were also tracking his whereabouts, but he had never imagined that Dongchang knew everything about his whereabouts and his identity.

Since Dongchang already knew about it, it was only a matter of time before the emperor knew about it.

Or, His Majesty the Emperor already knew.

In this way, how should His Royal Highness Prince Jing be consistent...

Thinking of Jiafei's safety, Zhen Xian couldn't help frowning.

It was an expression of obvious worry, which fell into Zhang Siyuan's eyes. He thought he was suspicious, so he added: "The villain is in Dongchang, and he knows more than ordinary people. It's not surprising."

Zhen Xian was born in the family of the emperor's courtiers, and he has seen many people in the palace since he was a child. There are fewer and fewer people like Zhang Siyuan who claim to be "villains" instead of "servants".

However, correspondingly, the power of the eunuch party is as high as the sky, and the East and West factories are like evil spirits. Both the court officials and the common people are frightened and avoid it.

The more he thinks he is a slave, the more he can run freely with one hand up and down, and his name can stop a child from crying.Why not irony.

Zhen Xian sighed secretly, and his voice couldn't help but sink.

"Then what else does Mr. Zhang know?"

Zhang Siyuan still didn't answer him, "What else do you know compared to the villain, why don't you tell me what the young master already knows?"

"Zhen Xian shouldn't know, Zhen Xian doesn't know anything."

It was a secret order for Zhang Siyuan to investigate the Weaving Bureau.The decree was given to Zhang Siyuan alone, not King Jing Jiafei.

So he really shouldn't know anything.He didn't know, and Prince Jing didn't know either.

But he couldn't take it for granted that he didn't know anything.

"All I know is that Mr. Zhang needs to go back to Beijing immediately, and he needs to take one thing with him."

If he responded, he quietly looked at Zhang Siyuan.

Zhang Siyuan's eyes flashed brightly, "Don't talk about Suzhou, the Weaving Bureau's influence in Jiangnan is spread all over Zhejiang, and even Nanzhili has a hand, so it's not so easy to leave. Otherwise, how can I still be here at this moment."

"Then why didn't Mr. Zhang leave directly?"

Zhen Xian's expression became more and more serious.

"Mr. Zhang was ordered to protect the two princes who came to Suzhou. Although it is inconvenient to return to Beijing privately, Jin Yiwei arrests fugitives. Not to mention the weaving bureau, even the county governments of various states have no right to intervene. There are free inspections and releases at the checkpoints. If anyone dares to stop him, he will be accused of deceiving the emperor and rebelling against him, and he can be executed first and then acted upon."

Zhang Siyuan's eyes suddenly brightened, "Who is arrested?"

Zhen Xian took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and sighed in a hoarse voice: "In the second year of Yongfu, Jinshi was first-class, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, and a criminal Zhen Xian."

He stood calmly in front of Zhang Siyuan, and calmly raised his hands in front of him, as if waiting for the shackles.

"Please, Mr. Zhang, escort Zhen Xian back to Beijing immediately, and issue an imperial edict to prison to await the holy judgment."

This time, Zhang Siyuan didn't answer him immediately.He just stared at the young man in front of him, as if he saw some strange existence, his eyes were shocked and pitiful, he was silent for a long time, shook his head and said: "I haven't got that thing, I can't go back to Beijing to return the order to the Holy One."

However, Zhen Xian suddenly raised his eyes, and lightly pointed to the position of his heart.

"Mr. Zhang has already obtained that kind of thing. Since the twelfth month of the 11th year of Yuanzhen, the accounts of the transactions between the Lu family and the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau for more than [-] years are all here. I am the live account book that Mr. Zhang will present to the emperor."