The Liu Zhihui case came to an end, and Deng Xu specifically told Zhang Ping not to return to Yiping for the time being and stayed in the capital. Chen Shaoqing arranged Zhang Ping to live in Chunhe Pavilion next to the Dali Temple Yamen.

The appearance of the hiking hall is very simple. The words "Chunhe" are written on the door plaque, the white walls and ink tiles, the beams, eaves and columns are all without decorations, and the doors and windows and corridors are simple.

Chen Shaoqing and Guancheng led Zhang Ping to a small courtyard in the southeast corner, a small hall, connected to a bedroom, a study, and all the bed, tent, tables and chairs were all equipped, but they were all very simple. There was a fire path under the floor tiles, so when you stepped into the house, you felt very warm. The plum blossoms in the courtyard were just right.

The minister of the museum said: "No one lives in the museum easily, and it is extremely quiet."

Zhang Ping nodded and put the bag into the bedroom.

Chen Shaoqing looked at Zhang Ping's appearance and secretly admired him. He was so calm when he moved into this place. It was indeed a person who was not surprised by his favor and disgrace. No wonder Lord Deng valued it so much.

The minister of the hall said: "You can live in the ear room with you."

Zhang Ping said: "I'm the only one."

The director of the hall smiled and said, "There are people who make cleaning and cleaning in the hall, and three meals will be delivered, and you can do it without accompanying you."

Zhang Ping bowed to thank the minister of the library, and Chen Shaoqing also went to report to Deng Xu himself.

Zhang Ping stayed in the house for a while, and also left the temple and went to the street to continue looking for Chen Chou.

After searching for several places that Chen Chou used to go, he had no idea. Zhang Ping walked through the crowd of New Year's goods. Last year, he spent the New Year with Chen Chou and several other testers. He raised money to buy a few kilograms of mutton, stewed it in a copper pot, and made some vegetables, vegetables and vermicelli while eating.

Several men dressed in Hu people were pushing a cart of raw sheep and came towards him. Zhang Ping couldn't help but stop and look at the mutton.

The mutton cart was gone, and a voice suddenly came beside me: "My Lord Zhang, my master is welcome."

Zhang Ping turned his head and saw a young man wearing a round leather hat, black felt boots, and a narrow-sleeved gray satin robe covered with a camel fur edge.

Follower.

Very rich.

The military officer dressed up as a close servant.

Zhang Ping and the entourage entered the restaurant facing the street. As soon as the door of the second floor opened, he saw Wang Yan sitting upright inside.

Wang Yan nodded to him: "Sit."

The follower pulled the chair for Zhang Ping, and Zhang Ping sat down.

There were no dishes on the table, but there was a smell of wine in the room. Wang Yan's mouth smelled oily, and the bowls and chopsticks seemed to have been replaced. He obviously had eaten it for a round. The follower brought the newly warm wine and followed the two servants carrying a roasted whole sheep with oil.

Although the sheep is a whole, it looks like a vertical and horizontal knife mark at close range. It has been cut and cut, but the skin and flesh are not dispersed, which shows the skill of the knife.

Wang Yan said to Zhang Ping: "Eat."

Zhang Ping picked up a chopstick, Wang Yan held the wine glass and said, "You haven't gone back yet?"

Zhang Ping had to temporarily not take a second bite of mutton: "Yeah." Just as he was about to get close to the mutton, Wang Yan said again: "Deng Xu asked you to stay in Beijing for the New Year?"

Zhang Ping nodded: "Yes." He sent the mutton into his mouth and grabbed another piece.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Didn't Deng Xu arrange a place for you to live?"

Zhang Ping swallowed the mutton: "It's arranged."

"Is it an empty house in the Dali Temple yamen?"

"No, the hotel is not far away."

Wang Yan frowned: "Which hotel?"

Zhang Ping said: "Chunhe."

Wang Yan put down his wine glass.

Zhang Ping raised his head from the mutton, and Wang Yan waved his hand at him: "It's nothing, continue to eat."

In the afternoon, Wang Yan returned to the Ministry of Justice. When he met Tao Zhoufeng, he said, "Mr. Deng attaches great importance to his student Zhang Ping and arranges him to live in Chunhe Hotel."

Chunhe Pavilion is close to Dali Temple and not far from the Ministry of Personnel.

There are six major buildings and eight major offices in the capital, and Chunhe Pavilion is not included, so few people usually live there.

Only officials who were specially introduced to Beijing could move in. The location was also convenient for those who lived in the Ministry of Personnel, Ministry of Rites to review, Dali Temple, and Censorate.

This way of reviewing the wealth of the country must be an intention to grant important positions.

Therefore, all officials in the court knew that if there were any local officials living in Chunhe Train Hall, they would definitely be lucky.

Even the officials in the border area hope to live in Chunhe Pavilion when they enter Beijing. Zhang Ping, a seventh-rank county magistrate, was unprecedented. Deng Xu must have spent a lot of effort.

But seeing Zhang Ping's stupid look, Wang Yan dared to make up that the two laxers were still sitting in the drum, and Deng Xu fell on the dog with a graceful look. Wang Yan couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Tao Zhoufeng actually saw Deng Xu's intentions as early as when Deng Xu led Zhang Ping to handle the case.

Just considering Zhang Ping's future, it would be great if he could go through this case and go to Dali Temple and follow Deng Xu.

But... Tao Zhoufeng admitted shamefully that he was a common person...

I still thought about taking this student in person.

Wang Yan said again: "I think that Zhang Ping helps Dali Temple to handle a major case, and you will receive a generous reward. The Ministry of Justice is short of people. You can give it a try while the priest is not determined."

Although Zhang Ping didn't understand why Lan Jue looked at him, he did have three or four points of ability, and he had a chance to see through the key points before, so he also had some luck.

It would be fine if I stayed in a corner of the place, but I was picked up by Dali Temple, which would be a great deal for them.

Wang Yan continued to look at Tao Zhoufeng, and Tao Zhoufeng continued to hesitate.

It’s not that he dares not speak, it’s just the current situation. If Deng Xu really wants it, he will definitely not be able to take it.

Wang Yan smiled with a swaying heart: "If the adults are afraid of their students, they are afraid of being honest, so the officials can ask for it. If they don't hurry up, they are afraid that the boy will be with the Dali Temple."

Lan Jue thought that Zhang Ping would not rush back and had no place to live, so he would let him stay in the mansion for two days and leave for the New Year. After hearing about Chunhe Shangguan, he stopped talking.

He also didn't have time to interfere in Zhang Ping's affairs.

Every Chinese New Year, he felt sad that he was in the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Rites, which became busier and busier during the holidays. During those days of pretending to be poisoned, he piled up a lot of official duties. When Lord Gong was about to leave, he felt a strong feeling. He often asked Lan Jue to come to the front of the yamen to recall all the past.

Lan Jue accompanied Lord Gong to laugh or shed tears. After the years were flowing, he had to run into the next door and stalked Xiang Rushan Gongwen when he went out. He had to stay up late to write the book of encouraging school when he returned home. Before he felt anything, he was already thirty years old.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Lan Jue carved Qian Jingshi who had been singed at him less than 300 times into a vigorous and prosperous plum. While thinking about whether to slap himself in the face and ate the oath that Lan Hui would not step into the Liu family's gate.

At that time, my passion was filled with passion and I forgot that I was a miserable minister of the Ministry of Rites from New Year's Eve to the first day of the New Year.

He had to go to the palace to check all the matters of the first lunar calendar and the court meeting.

The Liu family really cared about his feelings about Lan Jue, and did not send anyone to pick up Lan Hui.

Are you copying your hands and waiting for me to send it over?

Alas, the word face is originally illusory. Lan Jue put down his pen and was about to call the servant. Chang Xiuren went to the door and whispered: "Master, Liu~ Someone is here in Liu's house. It is said that the grand lady misses the young master. It's the New Year..."

Lan Jue stood up and shook his composure: "Master, let them go, young man."

Lan Jue immediately said: "Slow."

Long-skinned blinking.

Lan Jue frowned, brewing for a moment, and sighed: "After all, it's a close relative of blood... Forget it, let the young master clean up."

Tao Zhoufeng took Zhang Ping to his mansion and it was New Year's Eve.

He did not ask Wang Yan to ask Zhang Ping later. When Emperor Yongxuan talked about this case, he first tactfully explored the situation in front of Emperor Yongxuan.

"It is really his blessing to Zhang Ping be valued by Lord Deng."

Emperor Yongxuan's words made Tao Zhoufeng a little confused.

"Zhang Ping did not regret including him in the current account. He has made many contributions to this important case and deserves great rewards."

Tao Zhoufeng hurriedly said, "He is still young, so Lord Deng can take him to experience this time, so it is already a reward."

Emperor Yongxuan smiled and said, "I hope he can think so himself. Deng Qing praised him strongly. I think that if you have more experience, you can become a pillar of the world in the future."

Is this planning to lift the screen or not?

Tao Zhoufeng couldn't understand it thoroughly. When he was taking Zhang Ping for the New Year, he didn't reveal any slightest breath. He only encouraged him to not be afraid of suffering when he was young. When he was young, he would find that his food was all about experience. He should work harder and serve the court.

Zhang Ping listened very carefully, and Tao Zhoufeng was very pleased.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhang Ping brought a box of dumplings given by Mrs. Tao, stood in the sky with fireworks and the sound of firecrackers.

On the morning of the first day of the Chinese New Year, Zhang Ping lit the small charcoal stove he asked for yesterday and put the dumplings in a small pot. He was eating alone when someone suddenly knocked on the door of his yard: "Mr. Zhang, Lord Zhang, someone from the palace, please change your clothes and answer the order quickly."

In the front hall of the hotel, the old eunuch led by the leader narrowed his eyes: "But is Zhang Ping, the magistrate of Yiping County?"

Zhang Ping knelt down while dressing, and the old eunuch unfolded the scroll.
Chapter completed!