Xiong Youyou's information channels are more advanced than those of many low-level officials in office.
Moreover, Prefect Xiong has always been generous in letting his only niece sit together with his two sons to listen to new policies and strategies, or read an article that has been widely circulated recently, no matter what it is, be it political discussion, Yuefu, or poetry - a few months ago, he even read a new article written by Xiao Fu Ai Rong. This author who emerged out of nowhere has a brilliant pen. He writes about the wind, flowers, and the moon, as well as meat pies, mutton soup, and chopped green onions. He is a good writer with a varied style and mature brushstrokes.
Therefore, when Xiong Youyou talked about these things with Xianjin, her expression was natural and her brows were calm, and she did not think there was anything wrong with it: it was just like other girls chatting with their handkerchief friends about rouge, clothes, and thorns in their eyes!
Xianjin listened attentively. After listening, he was stunned, always feeling that something was wrong.
The prefect of Anyang Prefecture was suddenly questioned?
The Anyang prefect's crimes are indeed numerous. Weren't the bandits raised by him?
Did someone file a complaint?
This man is truly a Bao Qingtian who is observant, understands the people's sentiments, and is considerate of their opinions!
If official affairs were not too far away, Xianjin would even want to offer Mr. Bao a cup of cold tea!
"Can you explain the punishment and the responsibility?" Xianjin asked in a low voice.
Xiong Youyou shook her head. "This imperial edict came out of nowhere. It didn't specify the punishment, but it was extremely severe. Prefect Xu and all the men in his household were exiled 3,000 miles to southern Fujian. All their property was confiscated. The Tongpan and Xuezheng in the prefect's office were fired. The only thing was that the women and children in his family escaped. They were just removed from the household register and sent back to their hometown."
Xianjin scratched his head and listened to Xiong Youyou, "But I heard that a large number of people in the capital were suddenly replaced. The prefect of Yingtian was the first to be demoted to Fengyang as a county magistrate."
As for the two schools of thought, either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind prevails over the east wind. Now the situation is that the school of thought is counterattacking while the school of reason is retreating.
Thinking in this way, it will be soon that Master Qiao will see the light of day.
Xianjin thought of the paper under the windowsill that night and opened his mouth to ask, but was interrupted by the red orioles and green willows who came in one after another in twos and threes.
Xiong Youyou smiled apologetically at Xianjin.
Xianjin waved his hand nonchalantly, "You are the host, so you have to treat them properly."
Soon, a dozen neatly dressed young girls were sitting around the flowerbed. Some had their hair long, some were of marriageable age, and most were around fourteen or fifteen years old.
One or two people who knew Baozhu came over to talk to Huahua. Xianjin looked at the two girls with clear and kind eyes, and helped Baozhu straighten her clothes. He encouraged her and whispered, "Go, chat with old acquaintances and have fun."
As soon as Baozhu left, Xianjin completely changed into a different person.
To be honest, Xianjin was very unfamiliar with such occasions.
In her previous life, she was bedridden and couldn’t go to crowded places, nor did she want to go. If something unexpected happened, wouldn’t that cause trouble for the host family?
As soon as she came to this life, she started to attract wealth. The Chen family didn't have so many girls to build relationships with her. In Jing County, there were two sisters on the left and right who could be called close friends, but in fact, they were not very close to each other and they didn't have much of a relationship.
Now that I'm in Xuancheng, Xiong Youyou is one of them, but she's not an ordinary friend, right? Nowadays, which girl would start talking about who was demoted or who was promoted as soon as they meet?
Aunt Zhong and Suo'er in the store also have strange ways of thinking. One is a bookworm and the other loves reading. They basically never get together to gossip about others.
As for Baozhu, Xianjin raised her as his daughter.
To sum up, Xianjin really doesn’t know how to start a conversation with the little girl normally and naturally.
In order to ease the embarrassment, Xianjin held the tea and admired the plum blossoms seriously and carefully.
Adhering to the principle of getting closer to appreciate more comprehensively and specifically, Xianjin's big face is almost approaching the pistil of the plum blossom.
“To appreciate plum blossoms is to appreciate their scent, shape, taste and color.”
A sweet but slightly arrogant voice appeared beside me.
Xianjin looked up and saw a pretty girl with a pretty face and a pretty mouth, wearing a brand new gold-plated satin jacket and a six-pleated skirt, standing behind him with her eyes slanted. Behind her were two girls who were not as pretty or dressed as her. They looked like a bullying group.
"You look so close, the foul breath you exhale has stained the fairy in the snow." The gold-plated satin jacket squinted and looked at Xianjin up and down, "I thought you were a maid in my sister's house, but now I think the maids in the prefectural government wouldn't wear something so yellow that it looks gray... Who are you? Tell me your name!"
Xianjin scratched his head, raised his head and drank the herbal tea. Suddenly, as if he saw something, his face lit up with joy, and he tiptoed to greet enthusiastically, "You're here? Come here quickly!"
I turned around reflexively to look at the gold-stamped satin jacket.
There is no one behind me!
The woman wearing the gold-plated satin jacket turned back with a frown, but the gold was gone.
"Where is he?" Caiduan Beizi was so angry that his eyes widened and he was stunned. "Why is this person like this?"
In a house fight, no one would just run away when they can't win the argument!
What kind of person is this!
Shouldn't he find out after two or three rounds of verbal battles with her that she is a stupid girl who looks strong but is actually weak, only knows how to stir up trouble but is poor at speaking?!
Xianjin, who had escaped, found another corner to drink tea, and looked around, thinking, are all the famous girls in Xuancheng Prefecture here? Twenty or so girls brought twenty or so kinds of fragrance, and the fragrances from all over the world mixed together. Xianjin was like a guide dog in a subway station - he didn't know what to do with his nose.
When all the people had arrived, everyone went to the outer hall under the guidance of Xiong Youyou.
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