The father and son talked for a while, and Wang Xingye went home, while Wang Xian went to the study and began to draft a recital for the emperor. The first is to report the results of today's trial, because the key evidence has been falsified, so the judgment of Dali Temple is not established. Second, the case was complicated and the file could not truly reflect the situation at the time, so he asked the emperor to recall Yan Langzhong to assist in the trial.

Following what his father had taught, he continued to get busy after finishing this movement. According to his father's suggestion, Wang Xian divided the foreign signing detention house into five places, corresponding to the five thousand households in the Fusi of Beizhen. The first department is responsible for prison affairs, the second department is responsible for sending arrests, the third department is responsible for torture interrogation and confession matters, the fourth department is responsible for pre-conviction and punishment, and the fifth department is responsible for intelligence information. The persons in charge of these five departments are all from Zhou Xin****, and they have been with Wang Xian's old guards for many years, and their subordinates are also people who are literate and hyphenation and have a little knowledge of criminal names from the young army. While a military attache was still explaining the problem, these people began to step up their familiarization with the affairs in charge, and they were about to take over the whole as soon as they were almost done.

Although the affairs of the Zhenfu Division were very busy, Wang Xian still took the time to change into casual clothes and go out. First, he has been away from home for more than half a month and has not returned, and he is very concerned about Lin Qing'er's situation, and secondly, there is less than half a month to try, although he can't participate, but his uncle Lin Rongxing, as well as Yu Qian and others have gathered in the Zhejiang Hall, how can he have to meet with them, otherwise it is really unreasonable.

After coming out of the yamen, he went home first, and the family was naturally very happy to see him come back, and they never mentioned the huge bet, the family had a meal with He Meimei, and after the meal, Wang Xian and Lin Qing'er went back to the room and talked for a while. After the careful care of the imperial doctor, Lin Qing'er has fully recovered, and the little life in her womb is also very healthy, but after pregnancy, the woman's temperament will become more sensitive, and she will not see her husband for several days, and she is worried about him, so the faint sorrow between her eyebrows is still faintly visible.

"Official, how long has it been since we sat quietly like this for a while?" The couple sat on the edge of the bed, Lin Qing'er leaned on her husband's shoulder, and through the propped up window, she could see that the flowers and trees outside had turned green, and the early blooming flowers couldn't wait to reveal their fragrance, and the breeze sent a faint scent of grass, making the silence of this moment extremely rare.

"yes, how long has it been?" Wang Xian thought about it and couldn't help but say embarrassedly: "It's been more than half a year." He sighed apologetically and said, "In the past few years, I have gathered less and left more, I have really wronged you." ”

Lin Qing'er pressed her slender fingers on his lips and didn't let him continue: "At that time, when marrying an official, the concubine did not seek wealth or glory, but only the official could be motivated. As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh softly: "Now that the officials are so motivated, the concubine can only be happy." ”

"You're not happy." Wang Xian shook his head and smiled, caressing his wife's hair.

"It's a pleasure." Lin Qing'er said quietly: "It's just that this situation reminds the concubine of an ancient poem." ”

"But that one...... The young woman in the boudoir didn't know how to worry, and she went to the green building in spring. Suddenly, I saw a strange willow color, and the penitent husband was looking for a marquis? Wang Xian said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Lin Qing'er was told that she was in her heart, so she hid in her husband's arms with a sigh and refused to look up for a long time.

Wang Xian's hand slid down his wife's hair, gently hugged his wife's slender waist and said, "Why are you still so thin, you have to eat more, you are eating for two people now." ”

"How much to eat." Hearing her husband say, 'Eat for two people', Lin Qing'er's heart immediately stirred up a warm current of happiness, she finally raised her head and said excitedly: "Official, we are going to have our own children." ”

"Well, this is just the first, there will be a second, and the third, we are going to have a large group of boys****!" Wang Xian waved his hand and said domineeringly.

"Official......" Lin Qing'er blushed happily and said: "I was wrong, I am 10,000 times happier than the young woman in the boudoir." ”

"Of course, haha Wang Xian laughed loudly.

The couple kept warm for a while, and Lin Qing'er seriously explained the family affairs again: "Sister Baoyin's side has already asked people to reply, she refuses to come to Beijing, not because of the official, but because of her identity, how can she say that she is also a princess canonized by the emperor, if she enters Beijing, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble, maybe it will be difficult for officials to deal with." Second, she can't leave her people, there are more and more tribes in the Hetao, and they are all eyeing the land of abundant water and grass occupied by their Borzigit tribe, with her, the princess of Heshun, others dare not touch their territory, if they leave, I am afraid that there will be variables. ”

"Bao Yin has matured a lot." Wang Xian nodded and sighed: "Then send a few doctors and mothers-in-law to take care of it." ”

"Is this still instructed by the official?" Lin Qing'er glanced at him coquettishly, and protested against her husband's words: "The concubine has invited the famous Mrs. Qian in the capital, and more than a dozen maids and daughters-in-law have come over." ”

"Hehe, I said the wrong thing." Wang Xian commented sincerely.

"In addition, if the officials are free, take a leave of absence and go to the grassland in May." Lin Qing'er said softly: "When a woman gives birth to a child, she always wants her man to be by her side. ”

"Well, I'll try." Wang Xian nodded, he really didn't dare to say it to death. Because he can clearly feel that the situation in the capital is becoming more and more delicate, it is said that the emperor will go north after the palace test. With this big guy pressing, all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods don't dare to make a mistake, but if the emperor goes to Beijing, more than 2,000 miles apart, there will be a good show in the capital at that time...... Therefore, Wang Xianbu also knows whether he has time to go to Hetao in May. Probably not......

"There is also little pity on my sister's side, she said that things over there are more troublesome than imagined, and she may not be able to come back in time, so let the officials not worry." Lin Qing'er asked, "Official, what is Xiao Lian doing?" ”

"Good deeds." Wang Xian smiled and said, "You still care about your body, so don't worry so much." ”

"It's all a matter of the concubine's part...... Lin Qing'er said softly: "And Xiu'er's side, I heard that I was pregnant, she said she wanted to come and see, and when the date is set, the official knows what to do, right?" ”

"Of course." Wang Xian laughed and said, "I'm going to beat her ass into eight petals!" ”。

Staying at home until dark, Wang Xian did not have dinner with his family, but dressed in the clothes of ordinary scholars, quietly left home through the back door, and under the leadership of Shuai Hui, he did not ride a horse, and walked to the Zhejiang Hall by the Qinhuai River.

The lights and shadows of the Qinhuai River in the night are charming, and the humid air by the river has the smell of fat powder. Hearing the sound of pipa and bamboo, laughing and singing on the small buildings by the river, Wang Xian realized that the colorful nightlife of Qinhuai had begun.

He walked on the flower street with red lanterns, looking at the groups of young scholars walking leisurely in front of him, they talked and walked into the flower buildings, and became the guests of Qinhuai famous prostitutes.

Looking at these **** self-appreciating people, Wang Xian felt very envious, if it weren't for the fact that so many things would have happened due to fate, he should have been one of them, and he didn't need to worry about the upcoming exam, because he couldn't pass the exam at all, but he could happily drink flower wine, copy a few poems of Nalan, and win the **** Bo Xing name, what a wonderful life it should be!

Second, if you go back to Hangzhou to buy a house and buy a land, and live a life of a local tyrant with a group of wives and concubines and a lot of money, what a comfortable life it should be. Now he has become a spy leader who is in the company of darkness and evil, and he is gradually drifting away from this kind of life, how can people not feel gloomy.

He was secretly melancholy, when he suddenly heard a surprised local voice, "Isn't this Brother Zhongde, I didn't expect to see you here!" Wang Xian followed the prestige, and saw a few young people who looked like scholars, and rushed towards him. Seeing that his adults didn't seem to know these people, the guards looked grim and wanted to stand in front of him. saw Wang Xian shaking his head lightly and not letting them come forward.

"Under Wang Xian," Wang Xian arched his hand to a few scholars, "I haven't asked a few big names of my brothers." ”

"Brother Zhongde, the noble man forgets a lot of things." The scholar who was the leader smiled a little embarrassedly: "That year, at the West Lake Poetry Contest on the night of the first year, the elder brother won the first place, and the foolish brother was in the ...... of Tanhua."

"......" Wang Xian originally felt that this person was familiar, but he had seen too many people in the past few years, and it was inevitable that he would not remember clearly if it was not particularly important. However, as soon as he was reminded, he still remembered it, and hurriedly apologized: "You are Yuyao's brother Wang!" It's not that he doesn't want to be called Taifu, but he really can't remember this person's expression.

"Under Wang Han, the word Ziyu." That Wang Han had a very good bearing, and he was not angry that he didn't recognize himself at once, but smiled very happily at the people around him: "This is what I often tell you, Zhejiang poet Wang Zhongde!" How's that, there's nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes! ”

The rest of the people were also surprised, and they all greeted Wang Xian, and Wang Han introduced Wang Xian one by one, which was all Yuyao's move to catch the exam.

Wang Xian greeted them very politely, without the pretense of a high-ranking official, and these people didn't seem to know his current identity. After the ceremony, Wang Xiancai asked Wang Han with a smile: "Brother Ziyu has something to do with me?" ”

"Hey, hey." Wang Han scratched his head a little embarrassed: "It's not a big deal." ”

"Just say it." Wang Xian said with a smile.

"Well, that's the case......" Wang Han explained the matter. They are all fellow villagers in Yuyao, a county under the jurisdiction of Shaoxing Prefecture, but surrounded by mountains and relatively isolated from outside news, it is also a good place to concentrate on studying. Therefore, every time Zhejiang Township takes the test, the number of people in Yuyao County is even more than that of some prefectures. Therefore, Yuyao's actions are becoming more and more conceited, and they are somewhat distinct from those of other counties in Beppu.