Yaoguang nodded frequently, showing a look of praise.

Bao Zheng thought about it and asked Yan Zheng again: "According to the view of Master Yan Yan, is it all fabricated that Yan Shiwei's crimes against Yang Duzhi were all fabricated?"

Yan Zheng looked serious: "That's natural. Brother Yang is honest and has a very clear account. How could he be able to fill his personal pockets..."

He was talking about Yang Daqi's character, and after Tai Sui interrupted, he began to look around again. Suddenly, he seemed to see something, and immediately stood up and walked by with a curious look on his face. Yaoguang was afraid that he would be rude, so he hurriedly reached out to pull the corner of his clothes, but he didn't pull it, so he could only stare at his back angrily.

Yan Zheng did not look at Tai Sui, but still said to Bao Zheng: "Yang Xian Gong has a good temper and is also concerned about the news. Although he is not angry with Yan Shiwei's rumors and slander, he did not make any moves. If it were someone else, he would have already reported to him in front of the official family. "

Yan Zheng was talking here, and Tai Sui had already walked to a corner of the study.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, just like Yang Daqi's family, there was also an ancient shelf in the corner of Yanzheng's study. However, Yanzheng might be relatively poor, without any jade treasures, and no strange mountain pots, but just filled with books.

But in the corner, there are eighteen Arhats, which are exactly the same as those in Yang Daqi's study.

Tai Sui walked over, picked up one casually, looked at it curiously for a while, and suddenly turned his head and said to Yan Zheng, "Master Yan, there is also a set of such puppets in Yang Duzhi's study."

Yan Zheng was stunned, stopped talking, looked up at the arhat in his hand, and showed a sense of remembrance on his face.

He got up and walked slowly to Tai Sui, took the statue of the Arhat, gently stroked it and said, "You read that right, this is exactly the same as the Arhat in Brother Yang's study."

Yaoguang walked up and saw the exquisite statue of the Arhat. He asked with interest: "This Arhat is so exquisite. Where did you buy it?"

Yan Zheng shook his head, stared at Luo Han and said, "This is done by Brother Yang himself."

Bao Zheng was surprised: "Mr. Yang still has this preference?"

A faint smile appeared on Yanzheng's face. He wiped the arhat with his sleeve, and then put it back to his original place with cherishing: "Yang Xiandi likes sculptures, but this kind of "strange trick" has never been favored by scholars. As a scholar, he did not show it easily, but just discussed and studied it with me in private. I was a craftsman, and I regarded it as a confidant, so I gave it to me. This set of eighteen arhats was given to me by Brother Yang, and the set of the Yang Xiandi's study was given to him by Brother Yang, and I gave to him by each other."

Yaoguang exclaimed: "It turns out that this is a witness to the friendship between the two adults. No wonder Yang Duzhi wanted to put it in the most conspicuous place."

"I smile when we meet, and we will cry when we send them back." Yan Zheng looked at the Arhat in his hand with a look of remembrance, and sighed: "Yes, it's a pity that I am the only one who guards these things from now on, and I have seen the things and missed people."

Tai Sui, Yaoguang, Bao Zheng, Zhan Zhao and others stood there, looking at Yan Zheng's bitter smile, silently.

...

Duzhisi, together with salt and iron, and the Ministry of Revenue, is called the Sansi, which is in charge of the court's financial revenue and expenditure. Their power and responsibility are incomparable to others.

Just after the time of the time, several officials in official uniforms were chatting and laughing in the signing room. At this time, a thin and slightly hunched figure came from outside. The originally lively scene suddenly became quiet, and someone looked at him quietly.

This person is nothing else, but the treacherous villain Yan Shiwei, who Yan Zheng mentioned.

As soon as Yan Shiwei entered the room, he immediately found that the scene was a little strange and felt it was inexplicable. However, he didn't think much about it. After glanced at them casually, he sat back in his seat.

As soon as he sat down, the others began to whisper.

"Look, Yang Daqi is dead, this time he will get what he wants."

"Not." Someone looked at Yan Shiwei with contempt.

"Maybe he did this." Some people even sarcastically.

Although these people were talking in a low voice, the room was so loud. How could it be so low? How could Yan Shiwei not hear it?

When Yan Shiwei heard this, he was stunned at first, then shocked. He suddenly stood up and subconsciously asked the official next to him: "Yang Daqi..."

As soon as he said his name, his voice trembled: "He... died? How did he die?"

The colleague looked at him and said with a slight smile: "I don't know this, is Brother Yan not clear?"

Yan Shiwei's pupils shrank, and he turned his head to look at the officials who had just been talking about. When he saw that the few of them were looking at him with hostility, he couldn't help but feel cold.

He sat down in a daze, looked at his empty desk for a while before rubbing his face and planning to work, but found that there was no account book on his desk.

Turning his head and seeing the mountain of books piled up on the case of the officials opposite, he walked over and reached out to grab a copy, but someone held his hand down and asked in a bad tone: "What do you want to do?"

Yan Shiwei looked around and everyone he saw lowered his head. He could only bite the bullet and said, "Troubleshoot the accounts."

The official opposite had a round face and looked amiable, but at this time, Yan Shiwei's eyes suddenly became sarcastic and mean.

He pressed Yan Shiwei's arm and slowly and firmly took back the account book. He smiled on his face, but said in a slight and unpleasant manner: "No need, I can handle these accounts alone. If the two of them, I am afraid that some places will not be connected well."

"Swish!" The people around him sneered, and they looked contemptuous, and even disdained to cover up before.

Yan Shiwei looked around and his heart was completely cold. Without saying much, he turned around and left silently.

Yes, he was cowardly.

This kind of isolation and this kind of exclusion can be regarded as the most skilled way of struggle for civil servants. They kill people with a soft knife without blood, but they are deadly!

Yan Mansion, Yan was sending a few people out.

Bao Zheng held his fists and bowed: "I dare not give it to you."

"Haha, I have retired and returned home, not considered an adult." Yan Zheng shook his head and smiled, bowed his hand to return the gift.

"Where are you, sir, please stay. Let's say goodbye!" Bao Zheng was kind-hearted, but after all, the other party was no longer an official, so the title changed, from a low official to a low official. This was not because he was dismissed with people, or because of his bad character. It was really the rule of the court, so he had to do so.

On the other side, Tai Sui and Yaoguang also bowed their fists and said, "Go farewell to you."

Yan Zheng nodded and watched them turn and leave.

In the courtyard of Duzhisi, several officials stood in the corridor talking and laughing.

Yan Shiwei walked by with great worries. When several officials and clerks saw him coming, they gave each other a wink, quickly separated, and dispersed, as if they had seen the plague god.

Yan Shiwei looked at this scene and stopped, standing there for a while, his face was sometimes angry, sometimes aggrieved, sometimes unwilling to accept it... But in the end, he could only show a bitter smile of self-deprecatingness.
Chapter completed!