Xue Liang felt murderous intent in his heart, but his face looked shocked: "There is such a thing? In this way, the situation is really serious! Brother Ziwen, just write the memorial here, it can be considered my copy. Let's report it together!"

Zheng Ziwen didn't think much about it. Seeing that County Magistrate Xue was infected by his righteousness, he smiled with satisfaction and nodded happily: "Okay! Brother Xue is loyal to the country, and he deserves to be worthy of even Guard Kou's comments on you, "

When Xue Liang heard these four words, he froze and raised his head and whispered. He didn't say much, and then he posed for the ink after placing his sleeves around the case.

Zheng Ziwen saw it and walked over with a laugh, sitting on the bench behind the desk. He first unfolded a piece of rice paper and pressed it with paperweight. Then he stretched out his hand and picked out a sheep hair from the pen holder. He pressed his sleeve with his left hand, held the pen with his right hand and dipped ink with his eyes slightly closed. He was obviously brewing the content of the memorial o

At this time, a servant walked in with a plate with a tea set on it.

Xue Liang looked a little panicked, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. When he saw the servant and the tea set on the plate, he hesitated for a moment, his eyes were certain, he took a light breath, went forward to take the tea tray, waved his hand to let the servant withdraw.

He took the tea tray and looked back. Seeing that Zheng Ziwen had already been brewing, he was writing quickly. So he gritted his teeth and blocked Zheng Ziwen's gaze sideways. He carefully reached out his hand to find a small paper bag from his belt. His thumb and index finger gently moved, and he twisted the paper bag. A wisp of white medicine powder flowed out like sand and fell into a tea cup.

After doing all this, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat stains on his forehead, straightened his back and walked to the front of the desk with the tea tray, poured the medicine-filled tea cup full of tea, and handed the tea cup quietly over.

This is a habit. When writing, literati are most afraid of disturbing others. Even if they serve tea and water, they must keep their voices as low as possible. Otherwise, it will disrupt the other person's thinking. At the very least, it will be disgusted by others, and at the worst, it will become a grudge. If it is a servant at home, it will be even worse. It is likely that the leg is broken and you will be driven out of the door.

After doing all this, Xue Liang did not urge him. He pretended to stand not far away to appreciate the memorial, but in fact he was secretly anxious and wanted to hold a teacup and pour it into Zheng Ziwen's mouth.

But Zheng Ziwen kept writing, let alone drinking tea, even the teacup was not noticed.

Fortunately, he finished writing quickly. After putting the pen, Zheng Ziwen raised the rice paper full of words again. He first blew the ink marks gently, and then placed them on the table. He was ready to browse and review again. If it was correct, he could use the printing.

Xue Liang was feeling terrible, but Zheng Ziwen didn't seem to think of drinking tea at all. He moved his heart, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and made a "swoosh" sound.

The sound suddenly appeared in the quiet study, which naturally attracted Zheng Ziwen's gaze. He looked up and saw Xue Liang looking down at the memorial he had just finished. Xue Liang seemed to feel his gaze, turned his head and smiled slightly, his chin pointed at the teacup on the table, signaling him to take it by himself, and turned his eyes away to look at the memorial, with a look of admiration on his face, as if he was admiring his literary calligraphy o

Zheng Ziwen saw the teacup and nodded politely to Xue Liang to show his gratitude. He turned his eyes and looked at the memorial with Xue Liang. He picked up the teacup and took a sip to his mouth.

Zheng Ziwen is a stern person, but his writing style is sharp and sharp. There are only a hundred and a hundred words on the memorial, but every word is like a knife and every sentence is like a sword. They are all words such as "treacherous", "demon", "kill" and "kill". Although Xue Liang had other plans in his heart, he still felt frightened after looking at it for a few seconds, and his spine was filled with cold air.

"How? Lord Xue, if there is no objection, let's use seals?" Zheng Ziwen looked carefully twice before nodding with satisfaction and turned to ask Xue Liang for his opinion o

Xue Liang could not refute at this time, with a smile of admiration on his face and nodded and praised: "Mr. Zheng not only writes well, but also has extraordinary literary talent, showing his strong and strong bones. The officials admire him."

Zheng Ziwen smiled, his face flashed, and he took out a white stone seal the size of a thumb from his arms, dyed it on the ink paste on the table, pressed it hard under the memorial, and then looked at Xue Liango

Xue Liang was very happy. He first took out a private seal and stamped it on it, and then stamped it on the official seal on the desk, showing his sincerity.

Zheng Ziwen nodded with satisfaction. After the ink and ink were dried, he carefully folded the rice paper and said with a smile: "I didn't bring my official seal with me. I will make up for it later. I will issue it soon tomorrow morning. It is estimated that it will take less than three or five days. The imperial decree will come down. During this period, I hope Lord Xue will send people to monitor De Miao to prevent her from escaping after hearing the news."

"This is natural, Lord Zheng, don't worry, I'll arrange it immediately." Xue Liang agreed with a serious expression

The two of them made a few more polite words, Xue Liang sent Zheng Ziwen out of the house

As soon as Zheng Ziwen left the door, Xue Liang's face immediately became gloomy. He turned around and returned to the study room, quickly laying paper on the desk, and writing quickly with a pen.

After a while, he wrote the words, picked up the paper and gently blew the ink marks, rolled it into a finger-sized paper tube, got up and walked to the back garden.

When he arrived at the back garden, he looked around and saw that there was no one around. He quickly walked to a pine tree, looked on the ground, picked up a long stick with hooks, held the stick and barreled it to the tree twice, hooked down a bird cage made of green bamboo, reached in and touched it, and grabbed a white carrier pigeon.

A bamboo tube with a lid tied to the feet of the pigeon. Xue Liang stuffed the newly written paper tube into it, covered the lid, carefully checked the bamboo tube and found that it was tied very tightly. Then he threw the pigeon into the sky with confidence.

As soon as he threw it, the carrier pigeon immediately spread its wings and fluttered, hovering in the sky, and flew towards the direction of the Seven Stars Temple.

On the other hand, Zheng Ziwen left the county government office, hurried back to the inn, found the official seal in his luggage, carefully checked the memorial again, and then pressed it on.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the study chair, and began to recall the experience of this day.

Suddenly, Xue Liang's figure and voice flashed through his mind: "Brother Ziwen, this auspiciousness can be fake, but the joy of the emperor is real! In my opinion, it is just a good reputation for virtue and good fortune. It is not a big deal to fake auspiciousness and raise the identity."

Zheng Ziwen's heart moved and murmured: "Xue Liang, Xue Liang"

It seemed that he had thought of something, he could get up and paced around the house.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and stopped

"There seems to be something strange in Xue Liang's words. Could this matter have something to do with him? No, it must be reported to the Censorate. At that time, someone will be sent to investigate and you will know the truth. You won't be wronged."

Zheng Ziwen quickly returned to the desk, opened a Xuan Zhang, and was ready to write o

At this moment, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open. Zheng Ziwen was angry and asked who was so ignorant. But when he looked up, he saw that the person coming was actually a virtue, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "Vision?"

"What? Is it very unexpected?" De Miao looked at him with a smile

Zheng Ziwen's face was angry, but he pressed it again, just looked at her disdainfully, opened his mouth and shouted out, "Come, come!"

"No need to shout, everyone outside is asleep o." Demiao walked into the house and sat down on a chair o

"Censor Zheng, Lord Zheng, I have said a lot before. I wonder if you have changed your mind?"

Seeing her so rampant, Zheng Ziwen angrily opened her eyes and shouted loudly: "You witch, you are cheating and bullying the people. How can this censor tolerate you?"

As he said that, he grabbed the memorial written on the case and shouted coldly: "This censor will submit a memorial to the court immediately to investigate and investigate it!"

"Mr. Zheng, I will give you the gold, silver and jewelry you will enjoy for the rest of your life. So, do you want your own life?" Demiao raised a small porcelain bottle and sneered proudly: "I didn't expect that you have been poisoned by me. Whether you die or live, it's only in your thoughts."

Jingshi Zheng was tough, as if he had already put his life and death aside. Although his life was in the hands of others, he still looked at De Miao with a righteous face and shouted coldly: "Don't think about it, even if I die, I will not bow my head to you, a demon woman!"

"Then you go and die!" Demiao's eyes turned cold. As soon as she finished speaking, Jingshi Zheng suddenly felt abdominal pain. He couldn't help but cover his stomach and slowly fell down.

Demiao slowly stood up, took a few steps forward, leaned down to grab the memorial in his hand, but although Jingshi Zheng was unbearable in his abdominal pain, he still refused to let go.

De Miao was not in a hurry, but just looked at him with a sneer. After a few breaths, Zheng Ziwen's body gradually became weak, and his eyes began to turn black. Finally, he let go of his fingers weakly.

De Miao opened the memorial in her hand and looked at it. Seeing the words "demon woman" and "demon evil" everywhere, she saw the anger in her eyes. She turned her head to look at the Jingshi Zheng who had already fallen to the ground and closed her eyes, and said coldly: "You are guilty of your own sin, don't live! It's really a good thing to make you die so happily, hum!"

After squatting down and checking, it was confirmed that Zheng Ziwen had died. Demiao then got up and left the study room. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he quickly walked out of the door.
Chapter completed!