Zhang Ping returned to his residence, finished the shower, and fell asleep after falling asleep.

Early the next morning, he walked to the lake in the south of the city. This lake was called Qiutang Lake in the past. Six years ago, after Chen Zishang committed suicide by jumping into the lake, he changed his name to Xicai Lake. There was also a Chen Jinshi ancestral hall by the lake. The court posthumously conferred the title of Chen Zishang as a Jinshi and established a ancestral hall to worship.

The steps of the ancestral hall are smooth, and the copper pieces nailed on the threshold are clearly polished. The ancestral hall is filled with cigarette smoke, and the statue of Chen Zishang on the top is wearing a Jinshi dress and holding a book in his hand, with a peaceful expression.

On the wall next to it, there were two stone slabs embedded, and one was engraved with an inscription saying that Chen Zishang was a talented man in Jiangxi, with a stunning talent. Unfortunately, he was harmed by a treacherous villain and the court lost his talent. It seems that there should not be such talent in the world.

The person who wrote this inscription turned out to be the prime minister of that year and the current Grand Tutor Yuntang.

The other stone slab carved was the "Plum Fu" written by Chen Zishang that year.

There was a table under the statue seat, and there was an old Taoist sitting next to the table, with incense, candles, yellow paper and other things in front of him. He was dozing off with his eyes half closed. Zhang Ping looked at the statue and two stone slabs for a while, and walked to the table: "Master, please indulge."

The old Taoist opened his eyelids: "There are twenty-penny bunches, eighteen bunches, and fifteen bunches, which kind is needed?"

Zhang Ping picked out a few copper plates from his sleeve: "Please disperse the fragrance, only three."

The old Taoist sucked three incense sticks casually: "Liuwen."

Zhang Ping glanced at the incense and said, "Master, the cheapest incense is only fifteen cents per bunch. Why is it the most expensive one for students? If you have three, you have to spend six cents?"

The old Taoist looked impatient: "There is only one type of scattered fragrance, one price. You scholar, at least you are wearing a long gown, why do you bargain even if you invite in fragrance?"

Zhang Pinggong bowed: "The student's family is poor, I hope the Taoist priest will be polite."

The old Taoist waved his hand and said, "Forget it." He pulled out three of the cheapest incense bunches and threw them on the table, "Three cents. No more money."

Zhang Ping held the incense in his hand, but his eyes glanced at the other two bundles of incense, looking hesitant.

"Since the students are here to burn incense, should they invite better incense and appear more sincere?"

I touched the bunch of eighteen sen again, and finally put down the six cents: "Students should ask the most expensive one."

The old Taoist rolled his eyelids and put six cents on it. Zhang Ping took three incense sticks and lit them. He bowed to Chen Zishang's statue, inserted it into the incense burner on the table, and then walked to the old Taoist's table: "Master, don't you know if there is any pen and ink in this ancestral hall? The student wants to write a poem to express his condolences."

The old Taoist started to write: "No writing is allowed on the wall of the ancestral hall. If you want to write poetry, go home and write it."

Zhang Ping refused to give up: "Every famous temple and ancient temple can be written as a memorial, why can't it be here? The Taoist priest is too unreasonable."

The old Taoist sneered: "If you want to reason, go and talk to the court. The old Taoist is just a ancestral hall. Do you think the walls inside and outside the ancestral hall are clean? Once someone writes secretly, I will shovel it down and paint it flat. If you don't let you write, you won't be useless."

Zhang Ping walked away silently, walked to the wall, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, covered it with stone slabs on the wall, and took out another piece of graphite.

The old Taoist jumped up and said, "Du! What are you doing!"

Zhang Ping said seriously: "Students want to add the articles of Taifu Yun and this fu home to study."

The old Taoist fell and said, "I have been watching the ancestral hall here for several years. I have never seen anything more difficult than you. I will spend ten cents, and I will leave quickly after I finish digging it."

Zhang Ping asked hesitantly: "Is the eight articles possible? The students' families are poor."

Zhang Ping walked out of the ancestral hall with two pages of paper in his arms and walked around the lake. The original pavilion by the lake was rebuilt the ancestral hall, and another small pavilion was built on the other side of the lake, called Xiude Pavilion. On the night Ma Lian was killed, Chen Chou, Han Weijuan, and Lu Zhonghe were drinking in this pavilion.

Zhang Ping walked to the pavilion and saw a man standing in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, with an hourglass placed beside the stone table. He also caught a glimpse of Zhang Ping and frowned.

Zhang Ping saluted him and said, "Mr.

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Do you want to clear the wrongs for Chen Chou?"

Zhang Ping said: "Students are just walking around casually."

Wang Yan snorted, ignored him anymore, and from a distance, a detective ran to the pavilion panting, knelt down beside the pavilion, panting.

Wang Yan pondered and looked at the hourglass on the table.

Zhang Ping said: "Mr., if you don't ride a horse, it will take about three quarters of an hour to get from the little mouse alley where the student lives and Chen Chong to the lake. If you don't ride a horse, it will take an hour to get from the Zhuyin alley where the Ma Lian lives to the lake. If you ride a horse, you will save at least half of the time."

Wang Yan said coldly: "Get out."

Zhang Ping left the lakeside, returned to his residence, made a pot of noodles and sent it to Chen Chou.

Chen Chou cried to him, and was interrogated by Minister Wang yesterday. Wang Yan forced them to ask why they went to the lake where Chen Zishang committed suicide to drink.

Chen Chou cried and said, "Didn't it just go to the lake to drink and feel that it's more in line with my mood at that time? Before the exam, I was afraid of bad luck and dared not approach the lake. After the exam, I went to drink and it was still bad luck."

Han Weijuan and Lu Zhonghe both held the noodles and sighed.

After leaving the prison, Zhang Ping walked outside the trial field that day and wandered for a while. Several officers guarding the goal said to him: "The idle people cannot wait to get close, go quickly."

Zhang Ping said: "Students just want to go in and take a look. Can you please make it convenient for them?"

The servant said: "It is because there are always people like you that we have to stay at the door every day and cannot go back even when it gets dark! Look at the exam room ten times, if you fail the exam or fail, come again in three years!"

Zhang Ping was knocked aside and continued to wander the street opposite. After a while, he saw a blue cloth sedan chair coming out of the door. A man in the uniform of a genius got on the sedan chair. The sedan chair swayed towards the north of the city.

Zhang Ping sat down in front of the wonton stall on the roadside and ordered a bowl of wontons. He asked the stall owner, "Who is the one who just left?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "Look at you, the young master who studied, have been in the capital for so long, and you can't even tell the official uniform? The one who was the head of the examination institute just now was Lord Sun, although he was not a real official, and a serious county magistrate could not compare to him."

Zhang Ping said: "It seems that this lord is not easy to meet."

The stall owner looked at him and said, "It's hard for ordinary people to wait. This Lord Sun has an uncle who works as a manager at the house of Minister Lan of the Ministry of Rites. He doesn't buy the face of ordinary people."

Zhang Ping nodded and lowered his head to eat wontons silently.

When it was getting dark, Lan Jue returned home from the yamen. The sedan chair arrived at the door of the mansion. The servant said in the sedan chair: "Master, the poor man who sent rice dumplings last time is here again. Do you want to knock him away?"

Lan Jue said lightly: "Let him follow him into the mansion."

Lan Jue entered the mansion, changed his official uniform, and just arrived at the side hall. Zhang Ping stood in the middle of the hall and bowed: "Students have met Lord Lan."

Lan Jue nodded slightly and pointed to the seat on one side: "Don't be too reserved, sit." After sitting on the chair with his head, Zhang Ping then got to sit down on a chair.

The maid brought the tea and Lan Jue said, "What is the reason you come to me today? Just tell me just by saying it."

Zhang Ping lowered his eyelids and said, "The student would like to ask Lord Lan, is there any vacancy in the account position of your mansion?"

Lan Jue couldn't help laughing: "You didn't want to come that day, so you've found someone else in the accounting room. There's only a shortage of people in the kitchen, but how about it?"

Zhang Ping looked up at him: "Students can cook."

Lan Jue smiled and said, "I know you know how to cook, but the kitchen is not the place where scholars should enter, and I will not bury you like this. Just like that, my son Lan Hui is naughty and a teacher can't control him. You can help Wu Shixin for a few days first, and I will arrange other things for you, can you?"

Zhang Ping stood up and bowed and said, "Mr. Xie Lan."

Lan Jue said again: "If your handwriting and knowledge are not rigid, it is not bad for you to teach Huier directly. In fact, whether it is knowledge or doing things, it is more beneficial to be a little more vivid."

Zhang Ping lowered his head and said, "Student, thank you Master Lan for your teachings." His voice was still rigid.

Lan Jue smiled and said, "You go back to pack up your things and you can move them over at any time."

Zhang Ping returned to his residence, packed up his clothes, and moved into Lanjue's mansion the next day.

Lan Jue went to the office of the department and had already ordered the manager to take him to the arranged wing room with a kind look, and also brought a tailor to tailor him and make new clothes.

Mr. Wu Shixin of Lan Hui was three or four years older than Zhang Ping. She is from the south. She is fair and has a good temper. When he taught Lan Hui, he didn't have much trouble, so he just asked Zhang Ping to help him sort out Lan Hui's homework.

Wu Shixin took Zhang Ping to see Lan Hui. Both the Lan family and his son were very beautiful, but Lan Hui did not look very similar to Lan Jue. Instead, Liu Tongyi, who had a relationship with Zhang Ping, was somewhat similar. Lan Hui looked at Zhang Ping and continued to stare at the book without interest. Wu Shixin taught him a book, and he listened depressedly, and the book in his hand did not turn a page for a long time.

After a class, Wu Shixin quietly said to Zhang Ping that Young Master Hui went to Liu Mansion a few days ago to hit a ghost. He has been unsatisfied recently and is often green and purple on his body, which is really strange.

Wu Shixin went to the toilet and asked Zhang Ping to watch Lan Hui do her homework. Lan Hui scribbled softly on the paper. Zhang Ping held his hand and straightened his pen-holding posture: "You must follow the steps to practice martial arts. If you are too eager to achieve success, you will easily get into a devil."

Lan Hui shook his hand and looked up at him suddenly: "How did you know?"

Zhang Ping's eyes faintly swept over the blue seals exposed on his swollen hands and cuffs. He did not answer, staring at Lan Hui's black-circled eyes with expression: "It is even more undesirable to practice internal skills overnight. If you have lost your energy and energy, you will accomplish nothing."

Lan Hui blinked and grabbed his sleeve: "Don't, don't tell my dad..."

Zhang Ping touched his head: "Don't stay up late for the time being, cut bricks and practice light skills."

Lan Hui nodded immediately.

In the evening, Lan Jue returned to the mansion and found that Lan Hui was quite happy to have another Zhang Ping to teach him, and he was a little surprised.

After Lan Jue finished his supper and bathed, he went to the back garden for a walk. He heard a faint voice behind the rockery. Manager Sun was sighing: "...Your situation is really pitiful, but if you worship in the mansion, if the master finds out, your job will be gone. Well, I have a nephew who works in the trial hospital. I see if I can ask him to take you in..."

The other person's voice was full of gratitude: "Thank you, Uncle Sun." It was Zhang Ping.

Lan Jue calmly took a detour back to the hall. After eating two cups of tea, he called Zhang Ping, and Ping left and said with a smile: "The headquarters said before that you were rigid and you were mistaken. In order to investigate the case, you actually thought about finding a way at the headquarters' home."

Zhang Ping stood with his eyelids hanging down, without saying a word.

Lan Jue raised his eyebrows: "Where has your job of coaxing Sun Manager Sun? Who has any ancestor in your family to worship in the test yard?"

Zhang Ping said in a muffled voice: "Students dare not deceive adults. Students want to know who the real murderer was, so they have to go to the test institute to check it out."

Lan Jue put down the teacup: "The Ministry of Justice is investigating the case of Ma Lian. You can't trust Mr. Wang. It's better to investigate it yourself. The department remembers that Ma Lian was killed by revenge. What does it have to do with the Examination Institute?"

Zhang Ping said: "There is one thing that the student thinks is strange. When he entered the venue that day, Ma Lian won the No. 14 test room and started arguing with the prison officer. He said that it was because someone died of a test room and felt it was unlucky, so he had to change it. It was inconsistent with his usual behavior."

According to Ma Lian, he is absolutely impossible to offend a prison official.

"The student felt that it was like he was going to tell someone that he was on the test room on the 14th."

Lan Jue said: "Do you suspect that he colluded with someone in advance to cheat? If he really wanted to cheat, he would definitely be able to get his test number. Even if he didn't, the person who cheated him would definitely have the ability to get his test number. Why should he do this too much?"

Zhang Ping didn't make any sound.

Lan Jue took a sip of tea, and Zhang Ping said again: "During the exam, someone was crying in the empty test room opposite me. The candidate who tested the room No. 356 had epilepsy the next day."

Lan Jue smiled: "Are you trying to say that the tester was epilepsy and was scared by a ghost?"

Zhang Ping said affirmatively: "It's not a ghost."

Lan Jue picked up the tea leaves: "Well, if you really want to investigate the case, just do me a favor first. Hui'er hits a ghost. You may have heard of this. It's just a slut in Lord Liu's house. Tomorrow, help me go to Lingjue Temple and ask the abbot. Lord Liu personally went to him and asked him what kind of talismans he had, I also want to invite a set of them."

Wang Yan looked at the files in the department’s office and saw them all the time at night. His subordinates suddenly came to report: “My Lord, please come.”

I heard the sound of boots outside the door, and it was indeed Wang Xuan's voice that smiled and said, "Brother, you didn't even go back to your home for official duties. My sister-in-law thought you had raised a little singer outside, so she came to ask me to catch you home."

Wang Yan closed the file, stood up, looked at Wang Xuan who was stepping into the threshold and pressed his temple: "You usually think that the Ministry of Justice is unlucky, why did you come here today?"

Wang Xuan said: "After the orders of my mother, second mother and sister-in-law, I will come even if there is a bad place. My father has ordered me to go home to have dinner tonight. My sister-in-law will arrive in the afternoon. My mother and second mother cooked to cook for you and stewed a good soup for you. Hurry up and go back to drink with me."

Wang Yan said helplessly: "You come over with such a big mouthful of Shangfang sword, how dare I not go back? If it is delayed, the aunt and mother will chop me up and stew the soup."

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "It's good that you know." He pulled Wang Yan out.
Chapter completed!