"It's not without regrets. I didn't expect the ghost judge to be so smart and aware of current affairs that Li Shimin's chess piece was not used at all."

Zhong Kui sighed and said: "I have to go back to deal with Li Shimin. I will tell Zhang Deyang that you will handle it on your behalf. If he is interested in judging Si Siming's position, let him bathe and change clothes tomorrow and go to the imperial palace in person. , see the emperor."

"It would be great to get a commanding officer position." Qin Yao was quite satisfied with the result and said with a smile: "By the way, how did the emperor deal with the ghost judge?"

"Dismissal and resignation will deprive you of the rights of your official position for life." Zhong Kui's eyes turned cold, and he seemed to be unhappy and said: "It's an advantage for him!"

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, and Qin Yao felt unimpressed by this.

"He confessed quickly enough, did not resist arrest, and cooperated well. It is reasonable for the emperor to give him a lenient treatment."

"I don't know better than you?"

Zhong Kui glared at him speechlessly and waved his hand: "I'm going to do my work. You go find Zhang Deyang quickly. If he doesn't want to make progress or feels that he can't shoulder the responsibilities of the commander, you can go to me as soon as possible. I will Go and reinstate the emperor and ask him to consider candidates for promotion at his discretion. By the way, there is also the matter of my sister. If you pay more attention, do you still want to join the Yamen?"

Qin Yao pursed his lips and whispered: "I can join the judgment department in the future."

"How dare you!" Zhong Kui glared and yelled, "Believe it or not, I fried you?"

Qin Yao: "..."

Are you polite?

"I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you."

Seeing that he was speechless because of his rebuke, Zhong Kui's depressed mood actually improved a lot. He waved his hand and walked towards the door: "Also, remember, I'm not joking with you. If you just You casually abandoned the task I gave you and went to follow Zhang Deyang. I even bullied Zhang Deyang. I can do anything for my sister."

Qin Yao: "..."

If my sister is so controlling, she must have some serious illness in her heart, right?

With a brother-in-law like you here, whoever marries your sister must not be like marrying an ancestor?

Silently complaining in his heart, Qin Yao walked out of the Judgment Department and rushed towards the Yamen where Zhang Deyang was.

I wonder what kind of expression Lao Zhang will have when he hears this news?!

"Day after day, I am busy and confused."

In the small government office, Zhang Deyang glanced at the dark sky outside, stretched out, hung his brush on the pen holder, and murmured softly: "Xiyamen, Xiyamen..."

Once, before becoming a judge, Zhang Deyang was a famous desperate man in the underworld.

Carrying the glory of Maoshan, being brave and unafraid of death, constantly refreshing his achievements, and being a disciple of a famous religion, he was promoted very quickly. However, when he passed the Yin Envoy and advanced to the position of Judge, he suddenly discovered that he could not be promoted. Already...

All the yamen were saturated, one chief abdicated, and the old judges who had suffered for hundreds or even thousands of years rushed forward like crazy. Without the support of the public, they could not even fight.

The most important thing is that you may not be able to win even if you fight for education! Compared with ability, the underworld is more concerned with background, so how can those old judges be in vain?

Gradually, as time went by, Zhang Deyang lay down and no longer fantasized about going further. Instead, he leaned down and became the "messenger" of the Maoshan sect in the underworld. This was how he and Qin Yao were able to establish a good relationship. main reason.

After all...every time he came down, it was Lao Zhang who received him, and Lao Zhang spared no effort to cultivate the descendants of Maoshan. Before Qin Yao obtained an official status, it was Lao Zhang who took him to the Hall of Hell to pick up the mission, and he also used Lao Zhang's official seal.

I don’t know how many people still remember that at that time, the two of them joked that when Qin Yao became prosperous in the future, he would come back to support Lao Zhang.

This matter...

Lao Zhang even forgot about it.

After all, although he has helped many juniors over the years, except for traveling between the Yin and Yang Realms, no one has taken the initiative to see him.

He doesn't blame these little guys for their cold-heartedness, because he knows very well that everyone has their own life, everyone is busy with their future, and everyone... may not have an easy life.

Lao Zhang can always understand others, so he has been working as the "Maoshan Envoy" for many years. Not only is he diligent, but at least he can help others, but he doesn't do anything to watch.

Sometimes he would also wonder if it was worth it, but every time he thought about it, he would feel that time, fate, and even his sect had treated him well. Except that he could not see the way to advance, everything else was quite satisfactory.

Good.

The old ship that has been built for most of its life now has a harbor where it can dock. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?

Contentment, long happiness.

"Ancestor, Ancestor..."

Not long after he slipped out of the Yamen, Qin Yao rushed into the Yamen like a gust of wind and shouted loudly.

It was quiet inside the yamen, only the chirping of insects responded.

"It's late at night, isn't my ancestor going to the alley?"

Qin Yao sat on the stone bench in the courtyard with a golden sword. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was.

Where there are ghosts, there will be rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be Goulan. Zhang Laozu is a bachelor, strolling around Goulan, drinking flower wine, it is simply normal...

Thinking of this, Qin Yao's restless heart gradually calmed down. He took out his space bag, took out a jar of wine, a bowl, a box of cigars, two puffs of cigarettes, and a sip of wine. He looked at the blood-red moon and blew the cool evening breeze, feeling comfortable. Comfortable.

Later in the night.

Lao Zhang hummed a tune softly, holding a pack of high-quality dried meat in his left hand and a pot of secret Laobaijian in his right hand. He raised his leg to push open the half-open door, and saw a cigarette butt shining orange in the night.

"Hey, man, why are you here drinking in my courtyard so late at night?" Lao Zhang felt happy when he saw who it was and couldn't help joking.

"What did you mention?" Qin Yao stared at his left hand and licked his lips.

"Did you expect that he's here?" Lao Zhang walked over to him and sat down. He put the things in his hands on the table and smiled on his face: "I haven't been out for seven days, so I just went out for a walk today. I had a jar of wine and weighed two pounds of meat, and you just happened to bump into me."

Qin Yao chuckled: "I changed jobs to fight in the autumn wind. After I fight here, I fight there. I will eventually meet the food."

Lao Zhang burst into laughter and unwrapped the dried meat: "Are your hands clean?"

"I haven't peed today." Qin Yao said.

Lao Zhang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do you often pee on your hands? You haven't peed today."

Qin Yao threw away the cigarette butt, stamped it with the sole of his foot, reached out to pick up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He gave a thumbs up while eating: "Hmm... um! Not bad."

Lao Zhang took out a wine bowl from his hands and put it on the table with a clang: "It's not bad, you just know how to eat it. Do you understand that you respect the old and love the young?"

"I'm too old to drink. I'll get you some water." Qin Yao said and stood up.

"Why are you itchy?" Lao Zhang glared at him and scolded: "Sit down, pour me some wine, pour yours, um, have another cigarette."

Qin Yao laughed, sat down obediently, filled a bowl for Lao Zhang, opened the cigarette case with a click, took out a cigar, and offered it to him with both hands.

Lao Zhang took the cigar and held it in his mouth. Qin Yao stretched out his finger, and a flame popped out from his finger, lighting the tobacco for him.

"Hey, don't tell me, the smell is quite strong." Lao Zhang took a deep breath and his eyes lit up.

Qin Yao took out his space bag, took out three boxes of cigars, pushed them over, and said with a smile: "These are for you."

"If you have nothing to do to show your courtesy, it is either a traitor or a thief. Come on, what do you want from me?" Lao Zhang asked.

Qin Yao shook his head: "No, you can't say it now. If you say it, you won't be in the mood to smoke, drink or eat meat."

"Hey, isn't this a big deal?" Lao Zhang was startled and asked hurriedly: "What a big deal?!"

"It's quite big." Qin Yao nodded and said with a smile: "Ancestor, can you carry it?"

"I'm going to carry it, but I won't." Lao Zhang said, "I'm not going to wipe your ass."

"Bring me the cigarette." Qin Yao grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and said, "If you don't even help me, why don't you smoke it?"

"Snapped."

Lao Zhang slapped his palm and said suspiciously: "You are a little presumptuous today. No, it's not a little, it's very presumptuous!"

Qin Yao retracted his palm like an electric shock, turned to dig out the dried meat in the package, bit into it and said: "I will be more bold in the future, do you believe it?"

"No matter how big or small you are, do you believe I will slap you?" Lao Zhang laughed and cursed.

Qin Yao laughed and said, "I don't believe it."

Lao Zhang narrowed his eyes: "Let me guess, you have found a backer?"

Qin Yao said: "You have to please me a little."

"Hey, have you got Zhong Kui's girl?" Lao Zhang said.

Qin Yao was stunned for a moment: "No..."

"I'm a jerk without you."

Lao Zhang drank half a bowl of wine, took a long drag on his cigarette, and suddenly spoke seriously: "Qin Yao, last time Zhong Li was here, I couldn't talk to you. You should take it easy, whether it's the Saint of Montenegro or Zhong Li.

, your status is so high that it’s scary, if you don’t handle it well, you’ll be in big trouble.”

Qin Yao said helplessly: "I said, I don't want to either. Do you believe it?"

"I believe in a hammer." Lao Zhang said angrily: "As long as the knife is fast enough, what kind of mess can't be cut?"

"You don't understand." Qin Yao shook his head and didn't say half of the sentence.

If you understood, you wouldn't be an old bachelor anymore.

Lao Zhang likes the current situation very much, and also likes the way Qin Yao treats him. This way of getting along reminds him of a very distant word: friend.

Lao Zhang has no friends.

"I've told you what needs to be said. It's up to you whether you listen or not." Lao Zhang didn't want to preach, let alone ruin the atmosphere at this time. He exhaled a long puff of smoke and said, "Say what's going on?

Already?"

"Don't you say you won't help me make things right?" Qin Yao asked.
To be continued...