?Zhong Xie was thinking until he sat on the stool of the autopsy hall, why this man died suddenly. He has now been appointed as the deputy envoy of the Censorate, and the deputy envoy of the Censorate, and the sub-trial patrol. He is not big or small in Qingping Mansion, but he can also be called Lord Zhong.

The coroner was checking the body. This man picked up a bright lamp and looked at it again. His lips were stagnant on his face, and his body was thin and protruding. Zhong Xie's eyes mostly lingered on his fingers, his nails were burnt yellow, and cigarette chips were stuffed inside.

"Does sir know Xu Hang's soil and grass?" The one who was the one who went back to Changhe Town to inspect Liu Wanchen was called "Chen Jing".

"I've seen it several times." Zhong Xie stood up, leaned over and looked at the marks in his fingers, and soon found a burn of Mars again. "This person drew the soil and grass?"

"It's not like." Chen Jing said: "It's a habit to eat soil and grass to eat, and it's unrestrained. The scratches on this person's back are newly covered, which is caused by his own scratching. The collapse of his left shoulder is because of his lying on his side during menstruation. His face is blue and white and his teeth are loose, which is definitely not a sign of eating soil and grass to eat."

Zhong Xie's heart moved and blurted out: "Yan Su."

Chen Jingben wanted to cleanse his hands, but he looked back after hearing this: "What is that?"

"This person kept thinking about this thing before he left." Zhong Xie raised his body and recalled: "It should be something to smoke with a cigarette gun."

"I haven't heard of it, and I can't make a decision." Chen Jing cleaned his hands carefully, and the old man's goatee shook slightly. "The villain must know the real thing, and he has seen it with his own eyes, so he can check it out. Is this thing an adult?"

"I have never heard of it like Uncle Chen." Zhong Xie turned over the name of the card he took and saw an ordinary name. He had not seen any penny on his body. Even his clothes were broken and sour, but he had the name of the card close to his body. When it came to the mark, it was mostly carved by him. The name of the card means that he was born in a serious family, had read books, and could recognize words. He heard his complaints about "my shop" before his death, as if he had done business. How could a businessman who had read books end up in this state?

"Then you can only write a pen with a 'drunk and die'." Chen Zhen pulled the clean veil on the rack, stood beside Zhong Xie, wiped his hands, shook his head and said, "The birth year is only 100, and I will be happy all. 1."

"For the time being, how can I wait for me to come?" Zhong Xie lowered the name of the card with his fingertips, closed his eyes and sighed, "It's not okay to die if he was drunk. Although there is no real meaning, I also need to know what this smoke and millet is." He opened his eyes, "I'll bother Chen Bo's pen and ink. Tomorrow I will submit documents to all places to see if there are any family members coming to claim."

Chen Jing folded the handkerchief and hung it back on the rack, and said with his hands behind his back: "What if no one comes? This person has no way out, and no one pays attention to the word "death".

"If no one comes, I will donate a coffin money. I will meet you all for peace of mind." Zhong Xie turned around and took his dirty shirt and bowed to Chen Yibo, "I'm sorry, Uncle Chen."

"Where." Chen Zhen beat his old waist and said, "Where."

Zhong Xie left the mortal hall, raised his hand and unbuttoned it, and then he realized that his back was wet and sweaty. He walked a few steps and went down the stairs to the inspector, and his colleague who had been drunk was still throwing it inside. When he entered the door, he was listening to the whispers of several people. Seeing that he was coming, he hurriedly raised his hand to greet him.

"Ruchen, what news did you think just came?"

Zhong Xie just wanted to go back to the house to clean up as soon as possible. He cleaned up the case casually and said, "What?"

The person who had been awakened by half had forgotten the dead man just now. He pointed to the paper and said in a cut voice: "The Zhong family has set aside. Xuhang merchants have formed an alliance and the maritime merchants have sold the source of goods. Do you know that this news has spread along the water, and Kyoto has issued an order. In the spring of the next year, the Tangjing Canal will start construction from Jiangtang!"

Zhong Xie paused and was in a daze. Tangjing Canal - How long has it been since Baiou proposed a proposal? The emperor had been hesitating before, and Hou Ke had privately resisted, but in a blink of an eye, it was already on the agenda.

"It seems that the merchants going south are not as good as the waterways of the Zhong family. With the Zhong family in Jiangtang, the Zhong family has smoke and millet in their hands, Ruchen, your Zhong family in Kyoto must be careful."

Zhong Xie was slightly stunned, "Yan Su?"

Kyoto Royal Palace.

Gui De entered the curtain lightly, and the inner room was quiet. The broken ice in the middle was served fresh, but no one touched it. The emperor on the couch had woken up. It was hot outside at this afternoon, and the scorching summer heat came quietly.

Xin Ming held his head, and at a young age, there were already deep wrinkles on his eyebrows. He said, "Where are you still here?"

As the emperor, Gui Degong smoothed the hem of the dragon robe and whispered: "Go back to Your Majesty, I'm here."

Xin Ming stood up, took a few steps, stopped again when he was about to lift the curtain, paused for a while before he stepped out. At the bottom of the steps was Zhong He who came out of the Zhong family in Jiangtang. He had been kneeling for a long time, and his face was white. Xin Ming stood on the steps and said in a deep voice: "Zhong He."

He just shouted like this, without saying it or retreating, and he was already dissatisfied with it, and left a way out for Zhong He.

However, Zhong He bent down and his head hit the stone slab. His dry lips spit out clanging words, and he said, "Your Majesty, going south to the Shang League is like raising a tiger."

Xin Ming stared at the person, silent everywhere, and even a trace of summer wind was not seen, as if he was afraid of the emperor's power. Gui De raised his eyes and looked at Xin Ming's sleeves. Seeing the emperor bent his fingers slightly, he knew that this was suppressing his anger and wanted to give Hou Ke and Qingliu a face. However, this little Lord Zhong, from the first day of his entry into the Secretariat, was not a role in seeking profit and avoiding harm.

Zhong He knelt down, and the sweat on his back soaked his shirt. His long neck was sunburned red, and his hands were also on the ground. As soon as the Zhong family in Jiangtang was moving, he wrote a letter to Jiangtang to dissuade his father, while he was inappropriate to say anything. But now the emperor's heart is in the canal, so the Zhong family in Jiangtang had enough money to invest. His father received the letter and did not reply for a long time.

Zhong He insisted - there is a reason. In order to win the source of cigarettes and millet, the Zhong family has offended Xu Hang merchants. Even though both sides have taken a step back and established a merchant alliance with the Zhong family alone, the thorn was buried. Besides, the emperor was watching, and the Zhong family clamped the waterway. Is the court free from grudges? Not only that, Zhong He's strong resistance to smoke and millet. The deeper reason is that this thing is not effective for the time being, and he lets it flow in. Who can ensure that there is no problem? The maritime merchants have made huge profits in gold before, so how could they give it to the Zhong family easily?

Zhong He was uneasy. He drew maps at night, from the glacier along the river to the Canaan of Dayuan, from the south of Haikou to Xuhangjiangtang. He remembered every official road, but he knew nothing about the harbor.

In other words, Dalan knew nothing about the harbor.

The maritime merchants came from Yidao, which was their own way out. The Dalan ship traveled through the long river, but few went to the sea. What kind of Yidao can raise such a huge profitable thing? What kind of purpose can send such things far away to please Dalan?

Zhong He couldn't sleep at night, and he felt that there was something wrong with it, but the emperor had decided. The young emperor promoted young officials, but at some point, the emperor's youth was as hard as the emperor's arbitrary decision. Zhong He could only fight once with the emperor's anger, and as far as he could see, he could not change it.

I don't know how long I had been in hiding, Gui De called softly from the side: "Sir Xiao Zhong, come back." The young eunuch on his face held Chen and looked at him with both respect and regret, and said: "Your Majesty, sir, don't offend the power of heaven again."

This time Xin Ming agreed to him, for Hou Ke. But next time, who else can he look at?

Zhong He looked at the slabs in silence, and closed his eyes and said dimly: "I am a laborious father-in-law."

When the man was helped out, Zhou Pu had been staying for a long time. He hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the man from the eunuch and helped him onto the sedan chair. He was heartbroken and advised: "What are you doing? Don't you know what Your Majesty is thinking? At this time, who can stop the holy will! Even if you kneel like this for a hundred years, you will not be able to stop the hidden dangers of going south."

"Don't kneel." Zhong He held the sedan chair and looked back, looked at the high palace, and said, "I'm unwilling to give up."

"Why should Prime Minister Hou feel so distressed when you are like this, and how should Ruchen and Baiou feel distressed when you are like this."

"We are all living for this, and we are all the same." Zhong He felt a pain in his knees. He said, "Baiou asked for a discussion that day, but he didn't expect it to be a disaster."

"Then the person who tied the bell must untie it." Zhou Pu supported him, "and he could use this to persuade him to come back. Whose advice His Majesty has trusted the most is nothing more than--"

"Chujing." Zhong He slowly left his support, stood up straight, and said, "It's up to him to go, there is no need to persuade him. Kyoto Imperial College has 3,000 talents, and if he is missing, Zhong Baiou will be replaced."

Zhong He did not get into the sedan chair, so he just carried the memorial that he could not deliver, and walked slowly along the official road, gradually moving away.

Academy quiet hall.

Park Cheng knelt so hard that his body was straight, with a ruler and seal that his husband had given him on his back. There was no one in the quiet hall, and the gentleman punished him to think about it. He had a complete paper and pen in front of his knee, but he wrote nothing.

It was obvious that the husband was really angry, and even Su Zhou and Shaozhen were all confined, and the pieces of roeyang's smoke were also taken away by the husband.

Park Cheng felt that he was a little arrogant. But he didn't know how serious this thing was. He still regarded it as an ordinary private goods, but it was a little rare. What can be addicted to this world? Gambling addiction has never been tied to him. He was just wrong with recklessness and frivolity, and almost got into a trap, implicating Rongyang, and Su Zhou and Shaozhen.

My stomach screamed a few times.

Park Cheng raised his head and sighed at the portrait of the Taoist sect. He wondered if his father would be scared to death when he knew about this. He wondered if Su Zhou and Shaozhen did not come, would he really be like this?

A figure swayed by the window, and then came back. It was Rong Yang. He was holding a bun with oil paper in his hand and shaking on Su Zhou's shoulder. Su Zhou was carrying the person, pressing his head down so hard that he could not raise his head. He could only say in a muffled voice: "Shaozhen, please point him quickly!"

Shaozhen climbed up the tree, looked into Jingtang, and said to Rongyang: "Do it on the left and shoot it straight inside, he can catch it!"

Rong Yang raised the bun in fear and said to Park Cheng: "You can take it hard."

Park Cheng was about to say that I had to abide by the rules, but he was smashed back by the bun that came straight to meet. He cursed: "What direction did you point him!"

"It's just right." Shao Zhen slid off the tree, Su Zhou had already squatted down and put Feng Yang down. Rong Yang asked him, "He is still kneeling?"

"No." Shao Zhen said sincerely: "This kid is the most scammer and slim, and he is stealing buns on the mat."

Park Cheng's head appeared above and gestured to Shaozhen with a little finger. The three of them below were pressed against the railing and secretly returned to Liuyou. Park Cheng lay on the window and looked at the three of them with a look of their waists. He copied the pen, threw it over, and cursed.

"It's all wrong."
Chapter completed!