This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 45

After writing the diary, Lu Yuanzhi lay quietly on the bed.

Zhang Shenxing's tall body and his solicitation came to mind.

Pei Yinlang.

The real power yamen in Beijing.

directly under the emperor

Lu Yuanzhi was actually moved, but he didn't know how to make a choice.

Really confused, he sat up, changed into white clothes, and walked out of the room.

Then he went straight to the uncle's inner courtyard.

He felt that this kind of matter should be discussed with his uncle.
Whether he wants to join Pei Yinlang or not is really a big deal for Lu Yuanzhi.

study
The uncle was writing the dossier with a smile on his face.

Yes, that's right, the uncle still wrote the dossier by himself in the case of the ice pick.

There is also the Xianglian case in this case, Hai Rui has been able to boast for ten years, so what if he didn't solve the case?

The uncle's gaze was full of sharpness, and afterimages appeared in the brushes he was writing vigorously.

It was already nightfall, and the lights in the study had been unknowingly turned on, and Hai Rui was still not disturbed by outside information.

:. The magistrate, the lower officials racked their brains, and just had a flash of light when they were exhausted. Could the murder weapon be evaporated from the world? !
When Hai Rui wrote this, his fingers paused for a moment, his brows were fixed in thought, and then he picked up his pen and continued writing:
Thinking of this, the next official recalled the teachings of the prefect in the past, that everything should not be rushed and decided.Therefore, the subordinate officials made unannounced visits to the people to continue to search for the murder weapon. Under the ban on martial arts, even a small piece of iron artifact among the Chongbei people was as conspicuous as a bright moon in the sky, but they couldn't find the murder weapon.

I went around for a long time, but found nothing.Frowning, the nephew of the lower official suddenly said: "I want to eat ice melons from Kewusi in the past."

After saying this, Xiaguan was stunned immediately, because Xiaguan suddenly thought, could the murderer be a fugitive from Beijing?

Could the murder weapon that disappeared out of thin air be the Summer Icicle?

Hai Rui's ability to make up stories is still outstanding.

Extravagant hype may not necessarily show his ability.

Just when he was writing happily, the sound of kicking the door suddenly reached his ears.

"boom!"

The door of the study opened as if being hit by a heavy object.

Hai Rui looked around in amazement, only to see his nephew walking in from the outside with a serious face.

……

Lu Yuanzhi smiled shyly at his uncle's eyes.

He was already ready to be scolded by his uncle for being rude.

But I didn't expect my uncle to see me entering the room, instead of scolding me, he tidied up the paper that was writing something on the table in a panic.

This made him very curious, what to write?

"Uncle, what are you writing?"

Lu Yuanzhi found a chair and sat down carelessly, and asked casually.

The uncle didn't reply him immediately, but raised his head after clearing the table, with a blank expression on his face:

"What are you doing here?"

Lu Yuanzhi groaned, and explained with a row of foreheads:

"I was walking on the street today, and I met Mr. Zhang of Pei Yinlang. He stopped me and threw an olive branch at me."

When Lu Yuanzhi said this, he looked at the uncle's face, and found that the uncle's expression was as usual and continued:

"I couldn't make up my mind for a while, so I came here to ask you and listen to your teachings."

Hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, the uncle's eyes lit up suddenly, then he recovered calmly, frowned and said:

"You can decide on such small matters by yourself, why bother to look for me again?"

Little things?

Lu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and then felt an absurd emotion spread.

"How can it be a trivial matter?"

His eyes cast a rare trace of distrust towards his uncle.

If the matter of joining Pei Yinlang is a trivial matter, what is a major matter?
Is it passed on to the next generation?
"If I join Pei Yinlang, then I will go to the capital to take up my job. Who will be responsible for my uncle's personal safety at that time? Those wine bags and rice bags in the county government?"

Lu Yuanzhi is very serious.

He wasn't joking, he was discussing things with his uncle very seriously, and it was very serious.

Who ever thought that uncle didn't care at all?
Something is wrong! !There is absolutely something wrong with it!
Based on what he knew about his uncle, how could his safety-first personality let him leave him so easily?

While Lu Yuanzhi was still thinking, the uncle's proud voice came:
"You join Pei Yinlang and go to the capital, who said Uncle Ni will continue to stay in Chongbei?"

Ok?
Lu Yuanzhi's face moved slightly.

Uncle, this is it? ?
"Humph!"

The uncle raised his chin slightly, and the arrogance in his eyes couldn't be hidden no matter what:
"After the Xianglian case, and the ice pick case that just ended, and it's the time of the Beijing inspection, the three-year term has already expired. Can't your uncle move his ass?"

Ouch my day.

Damn, he was pretending to be there.

Looking at his uncle's arrogant appearance, Lu Yuanzhi suddenly remembered, yes.

Uncle is a dignified Tanhualang of Da Yong, and coming to the remote northern Xinjiang is just a transition.

The three-year period is now over.
Then is it going to be crooked next?
Lu Yuanzhi suddenly looked at his uncle with burning eyes.

A glimmer of anticipation flashed in my heart.

"What are you looking at?"

The uncle felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by Lu Yuanzhi's eyes, and asked calmly with a frown.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't see the crooked mouth he wanted to see, he was a little unwilling, so he decided to add more material, and clasped his fists fiercely and said loudly:

"Congratulations uncle, I wish uncle great success in the future! I have already said that uncle is a fluffy person? I have known since the day my uncle was selected as a flower candidate that my uncle has the capital to be the first assistant!"

After finishing speaking, Lu Yuanzhi's eyes had already turned into worship and admiration.

really.

When Hai Lu Yuanzhi told me that my uncle was from Penghao, Rui's mouth curled into a slight smile.

When Lu Yuanzhi talked about my uncle's appearance as the chief assistant again, that smile gradually extended...

Uncle was a little immersed in Lu Yuanzhi's sugar-coated shells for a while.

Whoever listens to this is not confused?

When Lu Yuanzhi saw this scene, his eyes lit up and he secretly smiled.

Crooked Mouth God of War, you are still here!

Lu Yuanzhi knew that what uncle said was right, after all, he was Tanhualang, even if he didn't do anything well in three years, he still had to return to Beijing after three years.

How could the imperial court allow Tangtang Tanhua to sit on the border county magistrate for a long time?
What's more, my uncle has been working hard for the past three years, working hard and working hard.A county with a population of 20 was managed in an orderly manner, and two such astonishing cases were solved one after another.

Not only did he pull out a spy of a foreign race, but he also found out a key criminal who had escaped from Beijing.

This is a great achievement anywhere.

Maybe if he returns to Beijing, he can still be a powerful Beijing official. Isn't he also rising with the tide?

Thinking of this, Lu Yuanzhi's mood naturally improved.

"That's okay, I'll go first."

Lu Yuanzhi was satisfied when he saw the God of War with crooked mouth, so he chose to leave immediately.

It's night, it's time to go home.

"Ah."

The uncle nodded slightly, but didn't try to keep Lu Yuanzhi back. Seeing Lu Yuanzhi leave, he carefully took out the paper he had just hidden and continued writing.

Blue Bird Pavilion.

Lu Yuanzhi was dressed in white and stood at the head of the inclined bridge at the door.

Seeing the continuous stream of people coming and going, he was caught off guard for a while.

No, why are there so many people today? ?
Isn't it night now? ?
How come I don't even have a place to stand?

It never occurred to him that one day when he was shopping in a hook bar, he would actually have to queue up...

In fact, what he didn't know was that the source of the battle in the Blue Bird Pavilion was still on him.

It's just that he has been busy with the ice pick case for the past two days and forgot to pay attention to it.

(End of this chapter)