This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 51
At this moment, Lu Yuanzhi stared blankly at the small town.

You can still vaguely see the torches used by the soldiers patrolling the night in the small town.

He was surrounded by waist-high weeds.

The weeds here have not been tended for 20 years.

Because the alien race in the grassland was beaten and did not dare to nomad within the hundred miles.

And no one in Chongbei County would come here to mow grass with good intentions.

This tunnel is a tunnel that crosses the city wall and leads directly to the grassland? !
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Lu Yuanzhi's mind.

So what is his purpose? !

What is the purpose of Wang Daoyuan coming to Chongbei? ?

Lu Yuanzhi just stared blankly at the small town in the distance where he had lived for three years.

collaborating with the enemy?

The thought is only fleeting.

My uncle once said that the frontier defense Confucianism, up to the sky, down to Jiuyou, what's the use of mere authenticity?

All of a sudden, countless weird thoughts surged up and lingered in his mind.

While he was thinking, several quick hands also climbed up in embarrassment. They were not as handsome as Lu Yuanzhi, and their bodies were covered with dust. When they came up, they coughed fiercely, crawled out of the hole with difficulty, and stood behind Lu Yuanzhi.

"Head."

The evening wind in midsummer is very cool.

Several people are wearing thin shirts, looking around, the endless grass industry is connected to the endless night, and there is no dividing line. The coldness in the hearts of several people is better than the cool wind.

Lu Yuanzhi's thoughts were interrupted by him, and there was no expression on his face. Under the light of the torch and the starry sky, his complexion was not pretty.

After a long time, he turned around silently.

"Let's go back."

After speaking, he took the lead and jumped back into the cave...

……

The next day, the sky was sunny.

Xuzhou county.

The weather in Xuzhou is not a good weather.

Especially at noon, in the government office.

Wei Changqing sat in the study with a blank expression.

As the supreme leader of the government office, the prefect of Xuzhou.

Wei Changqing is not young now, he has already passed the age of knowing destiny, his beard is gray, and his eyes look a little cloudy.

His back was also slightly loaded, but not only did it not conceal the majesty of his body, it also added a bit of breathtaking oppression out of thin air.

At this moment, his eyes were looking at the envelope in his hand with a smile that was not a smile.

At this time, the study of the government office is not only Wei Changqing.

Sitting on Wei Changqing's left side was a middle-aged man with a masculine appearance, looking solemn and solemn, with phoenix eyes, crouching silkworm eyebrows, and a strand of black hair flowing down his temples.

A gust of wind blew up the man's black hair, and also blew the envelope in Wei Changqing's hand.

This man is Liu Huanxun, a fellow magistrate of Xuzhou Prefecture.

Sitting in the government office, there are concubines dancing around, and Qingmen playing, and four or five young servants stand respectfully by the side, not daring to speak loudly.

There were as many as four or five officials, big and small, sitting around the two of them.

Compared with the study of Hairui's county government, the study of the Xuzhou government office is incomparably more luxurious. No matter in terms of size or furnishings, it is a sacred place that many scholars will never envy for a lifetime.

Accompanied by the twisting of the enchanting bodies of the dancers.

Wei Changqing also finished reading the letter in his hand, his half-smile face also returned to normal, he raised his head, his cloudy eyes showed no expression:
"Liu Sima, take a look too. This is a letter sent by the magistrate of Hai County in Chongbei County, and there is also a file."

There is a kind of majesty in the voice of a master who has lived for a long time, and he is not surprised by favor or humiliation.

Liu Huanxun and Wei Changqing's table were separated by four or five people, he just nodded indifferently:

"Yes."

Afterwards, a servant took the letter from Wei Changqing respectfully, and handed it to Liu Huanxun respectfully.

Liu Huanxun took the letter and saw it at a glance: From Hai Rui, the magistrate will give you a few big words.

Seeing Hai Rui's name, Liu Huanxun frowned subconsciously.

But he didn't say anything more, but read the letter patiently.

After a long time, Liu Huanxun raised his head, and there was a strange flash in Danfeng's eyes.

"How is it?"

A spring-like smile hung on Wei Changqing's face, and he waited patiently for Liu Huanxun to finish reading the lengthy letter and the accompanying file.

The weirdness in Liu Huanxun's eyes became more and more serious:

"My lord, the content of this letter is in line with that Hai Tanhua's style of writing."

"Ha ha."

Wei Changqing continued to laugh noncommittally.

"It's just that the speed at which this case is solved is really incredible."

A trace of sarcasm flashed in Liu Huanxun's Danfeng eyes:
"It took less than half an hour from the discovery of the case to the detection of the spies of the foreign race. Such a thunderous method is not like the style of the uncle and nephew dancing together in the sea."

Uncle and nephew dance together.

As soon as the four words came out, there was a strange expression on the faces of the officials sitting there.

Obviously, there is a lot of research on this word.

"What does Sima Liu mean by that?"

Wei Changqing took a sip of the tea lightly, with no signs of appeasement on his face.

As an old silver coin who has been an official for many years, he will never be moved by other people's words, nor will he go along with others' words.

Liu Huanxun with the red phoenix eyes just smiled lightly:
"If there is no expert to help, I will not believe it."

Very firm in his words.

The remaining officials, big and small, smiled, but no one echoed.

"Ah."

Wei Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of answering Liu Huanxun directly, he stroked his white beard lightly. After a long time, he deliberated and said:

"Hai Runze's being appointed by His Majesty to be a detective has a deep meaning. It is his own merit that he can solve this case so quickly. No matter what, it is a great achievement."

Wei Changqing is a typical veteran in the officialdom, his sentence has a deep meaning, directly vetoing Hai Rui's admission to Tanhua by virtue of his own ability, and indirectly echoing Liu Sima's words.

But if you don't carefully grasp the words, you won't feel that it is inappropriate.

The word merit also refers to solving the case as luck, and does not praise the uncle's talent.

The next big achievement is a recognition of Hai Rui's contribution.

Judging from this alone, he doesn't have any good feelings for Hai Rui, and of course he doesn't have any bad feelings either.

Liu Huanxun was silent for a moment upon hearing this.

He is a standard child of aristocratic family, a noble scholar, with a personality of jealousy and hatred, and he has no tolerance for sand in his eyes.

Liu Huanxun didn't have a good impression of Hai Rui just because of the words "uncle and nephew dance together", not to mention that he later heard that Tanhualang's position was obtained by Hai Runze's flattery in His Majesty's roll...

In his eyes, Hai Rui has become a sycophant.

How can he feel good about such Tanhualang?

"You flattering people, I'll just listen to what Lord Wei says."

A trace of disdain flashed in Liu Huanxun's eyes, and he cupped his hands perfunctorily.

Wei Changqing looked at Liu Huanxun's behavior in the hall, and there was a subtle joke on his face, but it disappeared in a moment.

He only has four words for the evaluation of the officials under the hall.

short-sighted people.

A group of mindless things, don't even think about it, what kind of sage is Emperor Jianhong today?

How could it be that Hai Rui was appointed as a prostitute just because he knew how to flatter?

Rumors and gossips from the capital, can you trust someone who is sick with jealousy?
(End of this chapter)