Chapter 20 Inventory of private databases
byA Yao responded with a crisp voice, and put all the account books into the brocade cloth bag and placed them neatly. She planned to put them in a small cabinet at the side, and then went to call Ah Shen to pick them up. After she picked them up, she found that they were not too heavy, so she carried them out.the compartment door.
Before she walked for a while, there was a sound of hurried footsteps from the courtyard outside, and the person who came quickly stopped under the eaves and called out, "Ma'am."
Wen Qiong opened her eyes when she heard the sound, Nanny Song had already put down her needlework and went out to meet her, she recognized the man in the white robe under the steps, "White Crow?"
It's the guard next to my uncle.
"It's right here." The white crow smiled, and then went up a few steps with his robe in hand, and handed a few thin deed papers to Nanny Song.
"Mommy, these are the deeds of some new servants and maids in the yard, please pass them over to Madam."
Nanny Song took it in doubt, and asked, "It wasn't good at first, why did it suddenly change?"
"These newcomers have quick hands and feet, and Mammy will be able to use them with ease."
The white crow had a harmless handsome face, and said with a smile, "Young Master will be running between the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple these few days. Maybe he will return late. Please tell my wife not to worry her."
"Your Majesty is ordering you to stay in the Marquis' Mansion, and if you have anything to do, just order it."
Nanny Song nodded her head and exchanged a few words of greeting. After returning to her room, she repeated what the white crow had said.
Wen Qiong raised her eyes in surprise when she heard the words, and Yao Xuanci took the initiative to explain to her his whereabouts these days?
It wasn't like something he could say.
But this white crow...has never seen him in recent days, Mo Ya has always followed Yao Xuanci back and forth.
Mo Ya is a close guard, and Bai Ya is a shadow guard. Yao Xuanci is the only two guards who are most important to him. He actually left Bai Ya in the Hou Mansion.
Wen Qiong took the deeds and thought about it a few times, "We have changed people in the courtyard, so there must be some changes in the Hou's mansion. Nanny should go out and walk around more these few days, and don't need to guard me anymore."
Song Nanny understood what she meant, and she was eager to try, "Miss, don't worry, just leave it to the old slave."
It is said that curiosity killed the cat, and her girl didn't have any curiosity when she was young.
Others don't ask what they can't ask, and don't ask what they can ask. It's not entirely true that they are not interested, but they are just used to staying quietly in their own comfortable little world.
In other words, her girl is less talkative and strict with her mouth.
After a long time, even they are also bearish, and rarely inquire about the gossip around them.
Seeing that dusk was approaching, the dining room of the Hou Mansion was the busiest at this moment, and it was a good opportunity to get busy and busy.
Nanny Song packed up the embroidery basket, and walked out of Qingyu Courtyard briskly, leaving A Yao with envious eyes - she really wanted to follow the girl's order to listen to the gossip in a fair and honest way.
Wen Qiong twisted the embroidery thread, suddenly remembered something, raised her beautiful eyes, "It's been a whole day, why don't you see Nanny Pang here?"
A Yao immediately said, "I just asked, Madam Pang's family members are sick, please go back to take care of her at noon yesterday."
"I went back yesterday..." The woman frowned slightly, so the letter she wrote hadn't been delivered to the second girl of the Zheng family?
"Didn't you say when you will return home?"
"Not really." A Yao pushed open the half-closed wooden window, and the cool evening breeze blew in.
The brilliant orange-red afterglow slanted in and fell on the thin and delicate shoulders of the woman. Her black hair was gently rolled up, revealing the white and fragile swan neck, which seemed to be as shiny as jade.
"Forget it." There is no rush on this matter.
After finishing the embroidery thread, Wen Qiong got up, went to the inner room and took out a bunch of keys and a booklet from the closet beside the bed.
A few keys jingled, and she held them tightly in her hand. These were the keys to the private treasury of Qing Yu Yuan.
On New Year's Eve, Yao Xuanci took her to watch the fireworks, and when she woke up on the first day of the new year, the private treasury key and the red envelope were pressed under her pillow together.
She thought this represented Yao Xuanci's trust and approval, but now it seems that it is just what she deserves as a wife.
Wen Qiong exhaled shallowly, put on her skirt and stepped out of bed, returned to the outer room and handed the two things to A Yao.
"You take this booklet, go and take stock of my dowry first, and when Ah Shen comes back, you will separate the things together."
After Wen Qiong finished giving her orders, she remembered that she had to meet another person tomorrow.
That man was a scholar whom his elder brother met in the examination room. heard that the ancestor of the other party was a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River.
In the future, her shop will be handed over to this person to take care of.
Dali Temple is brightly lit.
In the upper part of the hall, a young man in a tea-white brocade robe sat behind the table, with his eyes lowered, and with his long fingers, he turned over a page of rice paper.
As the drum bell was struck in the middle of the night, the cool night wind blew in along the half-closed door, and the candles in the house flickered, and the next moment the door was kicked open.
"Oh my goodness..."
Xing Yunjing came in with a heavy stack of bamboo books, and leaned against the door, lamenting.
"This bamboo tube really sinks to death."
Qingqing raised his lower eyelids, his dark phoenix eyes glanced at him and then lowered, "Take it here."
As soon as the words fell, Mo Ya also carried a stack of bamboo books and stepped into the door, "My lord, everything you want is here."
He made three steps in parallel, and put the things beside the main case, "These I moved are related to the records of bandit villages in the Lingjiang area."
"Master Xing holds the roster of officials from the cities along the Lingjiang River, as well as some official salt transactions. All the cases in recent years have been found here."
Xing Yunjing put down the bamboo book, then sat down on the floor without caring about his image, and called Brother Moya, "Brother, I'm bored, please pour me a glass of water, I have to rest..."
The Tibetan Pavilion where the cases from previous years were placed is not close to here. walked all the way with the heavy bamboo tube, and hands were full of marks from the hole.
He rubbed his sore eyes, glanced at the dark night outside, and then turned his head to look at the young man in white robe who was buried at his desk, "Master Yao, it's already a quarter of the clock, and you still plan to go back home?"
They have all read the record of interrogation and interrogation, and Yao Shizi has to read it sentence by sentence, carefully considering each sentence.
He was too rigorous and focused. He wished that the matter would go from pursuit to investigation to trial, and he would be at ease after a while, making Xing Yun Jingdu feel embarrassed to say that he was tired.
Yao Xuanci could hear his profound drowsiness, took a sip of the strong tea that Mo Ya had just handed over, his voice was a little hoarse, "If you are sleepy, go back home first, and come back tomorrow after you have a rest."
"How can it be, Mr. Yao is still lighting up the trial case, Xing can't sleep at ease."
Xing Yunjing took the tea, thanked Mo Ya repeatedly, and then continued, "I heard that your wife is just pregnant, and Yao Shizi left her to stay in Dali Temple like this, wouldn't it make your wife sad?"
Yao Xuanci didn't want to talk to him, but still replied, "She shouldn't be sad."
I remember one night in the cold winter last year, when he returned home covered in frost, the room was warmed by burning ground dragons, and she was only covered with a quilt on the couch, sleeping soundly.
As soon as he approached, she shrank back from the ice, and teased her for a long time, seeing that she was about to hit the wall, she still didn't wake up, and even swept away most of the quilt.
He hugged the slender waist with a little force, and dragged him back into his arms with the person and the quilt. At that moment, there was a faint fragrance.
She frowned and opened her eyes in a daze. After recognizing him, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she smiled, "Is your husband tired today? Is it cold?"
He likes to look at her smiling eyes.
The exhaustion all over his body seemed to be dust on his sleeves, being gently brushed away by a pair of slender hands.
"Yao Shizi can't be too full of words."
Xing Yunjing interrupted Yao Xuanci's thoughts, and clicked his tongue, "My sister was very uncomfortable when she first became pregnant. If my brother-in-law did something wrong, she would feel wronged."
Mo Ya, who was sitting on the ground with him, was curious, "Wronged?"
Xing Yunjing explained, "She is not feeling well, so she can't get used to other people's comfortable appearance. It depends on seeing my brother-in-law anxiously walking around her, which makes me satisfied."
Hearing Xing Yunjing's words, inexplicably, those slightly red eyes appeared in Yao Xuanci's mind.
He frowned, "My wife has a good temper, and she doesn't usually play petty temper."
"That...Young Master." Mo Ya straightened his body, exposed his head from the desk, and reminded, "When I came back from Wen's residence, Madam stayed in the study all afternoon."
Like the son, the wife always only sulks.
Yao Xuanci suddenly felt that the volume in his hand was a bit difficult to read.
Whether the child in Wen's womb can be saved is enough to make her sleepless.
But this interrogation involved a lot of old events. There are so many cities near the water in the Lingjiang River area. It is only a rough estimate that there is an unimaginably large net behind the illegal salt sale.
If it can be uprooted, at least it will be a meritorious service, but at the most important it will be... cleaning the court.
Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the thick night outside the door.
It was already the third watch, and according to Wen's habit, he had already fallen asleep.
After a long time, Yao Xuanci closed the interrogation record book in his hand, "Let's all go back home, come early tomorrow."
When the master and servant returned to the Hou Mansion, unexpectedly, the lights were still on in the inner courtyard of Qingyu Court.
As soon as A Yao came out of the private storage room, she saw the tall and slender figure under the door of the Moon Cave, she was shocked, "Gu...Guye."
She saluted very quickly.
Yao Xuanci glanced at the direction she came from, and stepped forward, "Why don't you rest, what are you doing in the private treasury?"
A Yao was a little flustered, she definitely couldn't tell about Miss Xindao asking her to count the dowry.
"That... the girl asked the slave to go to the private warehouse to find something."
The young man stood still in front of her, his tone unpredictable, "Midnight, are you looking for something?"
The lantern in the courtyard stretched his shadow extremely long, and A Yao was completely enveloped by the shadow, followed by a silent sense of oppression.
"What is she looking for in the private vault?"
In desperation, Ayao suddenly remembered something recorded in the private treasury booklet, "Songzi Guanyin!"
"The girl couldn't sleep, so she wanted to pay homage to Guanyin, and bless the little son and the little girl to get home safely and give birth smoothly."
A Yao secretly praised herself for being unparalleled in intelligence, and said calmly, "It's just that I can't see clearly at night. I don't know where the Songzi Guanyin was placed, and the slaves couldn't find it."
Yao Xuanci frowned when he heard the words, "Give the key to Mo Ya and let him find it."
How can this work, she and Ah Shen just divided up the dowry and took it to the other side, what if Mo Ya finds out.
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Get an injection if you can't make it through, you must get an injection!don't hold on
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