Lan Jue narrowed his eyes and said, "Lan can't understand what Lord Wang said."

Wang Yanran said, "Peizhi, don't be bothered, I'm just a joke."

Lan Jue said leisurely: "If Brother Mo Wen knew about some things that had not been included in the imperial court book, Lan would be very grateful."

Wang Yan stroked his hands: "Peizhi is just now. Someone who knows me knows a little and wait to inquire." His expression suddenly changed, "It's Peizhi, have you heard of Deng Xu's movements?"

Lan Jue said: "Mr. Wang, if someone like Lan is a cautious official, if he can never get involved in Dali Temple for his whole life, he will be willing to burn incense every day. How can he understand Lord Deng's movements? It shouldn't be that your subordinates have close contacts with Dali Temple, and whether there is any communication?"

Wang Yan said: "I'm confused, I'm just asking." He stopped talking and continued to move forward slowly with Lan Jue. The rain fell into the official robe.

Since the rain is fine, wet the clothes, how can a small county not cause big waves? Yiping County is actually a place where people are outstanding.

When Zhang Ping returned to Yiping County, the magistrate Shao only did not know about the past few days before he arrived at the Yamen Yingmao, but one or two of his colleagues in the Yamen were dissatisfied.

"What did the county magistrate Zhang do in the county? He has been here for a long time. The adults only asked him to compile a county chronicle, but he said it very much. He thought the local chronicle compiled by the censor himself was complicated and said that he should be streamlined. After simplifying it, he has not even released the preface and has not drawn the boundary map. He has not come for several days to answer the Mao, and he is also vague when he is off. What are the plans?"

"The disciples of Lord Shangshu are naturally different from others. There is a golden light on their heads, and they are not the same as us."

"Although the adults are kind and generous, they always have rules, and they cannot break the law at once."

County Magistrate Shao smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang is still young, and he has just obtained an official position. He has to adapt to it for a while. This county believes that Mr. Zhang is not as enthusiastic as us in his duties. However, for one reason, Mr. Zhang is relatively restrained and has no enthusiasm. Young people are not as thoughtful as everyone else. Secondly, he has just arrived at the office and may not have completely found the right direction. Take your time. This county believes that Mr. Zhang will be able to make outstanding contributions to Yiping."

Li Zhubu said: "My Lord is very saying. Although Lord Zhang has not compiled many county annals these days, he is very concerned about checking the documentary book. After checking the previous county annals, he checked the household registration and tax book. He has not had few official grains, and it seems that he has to look at the military records. The meticulous details are worthy of praise."

The magistrate Shao naturally knew what Li Zhuan said, and at first he had a lot of sweat. However, Yiping was a small county, and magistrate Shao thought he was a cautious person. The number of digits was not enough to gather into a lake and sea. Zhang Ping had asked the former county magistrate for questioning, and what he was persistent seemed to be the old thing.

A few days ago, when Magistrate Shao learned that Zhang Ping had gone to the capital, he felt even more relieved. His little shrimp was not worth a glance at the adults of the Censorate of the Ministry of Personnel. If Zhang Ping was going to the prefecture, he would really have to consider it. Magistrate Shao invited Chen Chou to have a meal again, and he slightly looked at it. He found that Zhang Ping was interested in it, as if it was in Gujiazhuang, so he completely let go of his arms.

If you wait to wake up, what will the black yarn in this county be worn?

County Magistrate Shao said: "The accumulation of land taxes, property, and quota and salary are all necessary to be recorded in the county annals. Lord Zhang's serious and meticulous attitude can be seen."

When Li Zhubu and others saw that they were knocking on the stakes, they were still shocked and could not move the cunning rabbit, so they could only give up.

Magistrate Shao walked to the file library again and cared about Zhang Ping who was stuck in the old book pile.

"Mr. Zhang, you can do things slowly and gradually progress, so you don't have to hurry up. Don't stay up late at night. If you have a strong energy, you will be full of energy and full of energy, so you can do things."

The care was so deep that even Chen Chou, who was looking for Zhang Ping in the corner, shook secretly. After Magistrate Shao left, he whispered to Zhang Ping: "Mr. Magistrate, don't think you were sent by the Beijing to catch his braid. The days you left, you invited me to dinner. Be good, there was a big table of dishes, and toasted them to pick up dishes, which almost scared me to the bottom of the table. The bites I ate were accumulated in my heart for several days." He said, "By the way, this meal I ate will not be counted on you. I said you are the same or the officials, right?"

Zhang Ping looked at him deeply and said, "No."

Chen Chong coughed and moved his eyes away. Another thing was making him feel uncomfortable. That is, Zhang Ping was a little strange after returning from Beijing.

Chen Chou was sure that he was not thinking too much or suspicious, and Zhang Ping seemed to be... always looking at him.

As long as he is with Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping's eyes always seem to be hanging on him. Chen Chou raised his eyes intentionally or unintentionally, and could meet Zhang Ping's sight. After meeting, Zhang Ping did not dodge and continued to look at him with deep eyes.

Chen Chou felt like he had thorns all over his body, which was very uncomfortable. He tried not to care about this matter and did not look at Zhang Ping's face very much, but he could still feel Zhang Ping's gaze all the time, like a spider silk sticking to it, lingering like a shadow.

Zhang Ping also asked Chen Chou a question.

"Why do you intercourse with me?"

this……

Chen Chou couldn't help but stutter in Zhang Ping's fixed gaze.

"I really don't remember this... I thought it was all the same class as the exam, so I just got to know each other..."

How did you get to know each other? Chen Chou flipped through his head like a mess, and it seemed that he took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Ping and get close to him.

"There are many people in Beijing in the same class, why is it me?"

this……

In early winter, the yard was breeze blew, which was really not warm, but Chen Chou wanted to sweat a little.

At that time, Chen Chou also heard from others that a candidate from the northwest had a strange temper and didn't talk much to others. Chen Chou was curious for a moment, and when he happened to meet, he greeted him, and Zhang Ping responded in a depressed manner. Then he met again, chatted again, met again, and chatted again. Chen Chou found that although Zhang Ping did not take the initiative to talk to others, he was actually quite easy to talk to. Chen Chou was often looked down upon and ridiculed. When he got along with people like Zhang Ping, he would not worry about such things.

Just, just get familiar with each other...

"When you meet, you will be destined to meet... If you are destined to meet, you will be in contact with each other. There are many friends and multiple ways..."

"Oh." Zhang Ping stared at him, "I have no close friends except you, so I asked him."

"Well, hehe~~" Chen Chou sweated coldly, and found that he accidentally met Zhang Ping's gaze again. Zhang Ping's eyes were dark and confused, as if he was thinking: "I'm also thinking, why there was no one else at that time, you were the only one."

Chen Chou was sweating profusely, and flew back to his sight, using the excuse of being anxious to urinate.

Early this morning, after Chen Chou got up, he opened the window to wash his face, and suddenly there was an inexplicable chill on the back of his head. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Ping standing in the corridor, looking at him quietly.

Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?

Chen Chou sobbed in his heart, but he did not dare to show any doubts on his face. He was about to carry the booklet and go back to the corner of the pile of books, but Zhang Ping, who was still looking at him, suddenly said, "Tonight, I will treat you to wine."

"No, there is no need..." Chen Chong smiled hard, "Don't we eat together every day... Cough cough, do we eat at the same table? I will help you eat here."

Chen Chou also knew that it was useless to say this. In the evening, he was looking for a way to escape. Zhang Ping was already holding a few oil paper bags and a small wine jar, and it appeared like a ghost.

Chen Chou had to follow Zhang Ping to the dining room. The servant brought a brazier, thoughtfully inserted the window and tightened the door. The charcoal fire in the basin crackled, the wine on the small mud stove was gushing, and Chen Chou's sweat beads burst out. Zhang Ping put a chicken wing into Chen Chou's bowl: "This braised chicken is very good, I ate it the day before yesterday."

Chen Chou said, "Thank you, thank you."

Zhang Ping also picked up another chicken wing and chewed it slowly. Chen Chou kept telling himself in his heart that it was just two chicken wings, and there should be no other metaphor.

Zhang Ping spit out the chicken bones and cummed again: "Why don't you eat it? It's so delicious."

Chen Chou grabbed the chicken wings and took a bite: "Yeah, that's good."

Zhang Ping took the towel next to him and wiped his hands, took the wine pot and filled the old wine glass.

"Brother Chen, I have another thing to ask. If you interact with others, will you be alienated from me?"
Chapter completed!