Chapter 45: The beautiful husband went to the Spring Night Tower to drink and did not return all night?? ...
The sun is bright and clear.
Ye Jindian walked in the sunlight filtering through the gaps between the branches and leaves by the roadside, occasionally reaching out to touch the willow branches, and in a good mood disturbed the thin mist by the river.
But before she even passed the Prime Minister's Residence, she saw the Supervisor and his men bringing out several carts, hurrying towards her. When they saw her from afar, they waved and called out to her.
"Miss Ye!"
She ran forward and asked, "Does the warden have any instructions?"
"have."
The warden hurriedly stuffed a token and an account book into her hands, and his mouth was "crackling" like firecrackers, with a string of words popping out one after another.
"Send this batch of weapons to the southeast gate. Remember to check the account books when you send them out, and have the two gate captains sign and seal them. There must be no mistakes.
"When the time comes, empty trucks will be brought back with the damaged weapons. The weapons must be carefully checked against the account books they provided, and not a single arrowhead can be missing.
"When you return, you will hand over the damaged weapons to the men in the Dingfang for repair. Continue working on your crossbow components. You must produce at least three replacement sixteen-stone crossbows today. Got it?"
Ye Jindian: “???”
Although the Southeast Gate is the closest city gate, it will take at least half a day to count and transport it; and it will take at least three days to make a high-quality component.
Her work yesterday was so shoddy, how could she really use a crossbow?
But before she could say anything, the warden grabbed his coat and ran to the armory, turning back and reminding her as he ran: "Remember, don't order the wrong one."
"Hey, you little——"
The warden, who was so busy talking that he turned his head away, ran further and further off the track. He stumbled and bumped into a flowerpot at someone's door. His left foot tripped over the pot and his right foot tripped over a tree root, and he fell headfirst into the bucket of water used by the servant who was watering the flowers.
"thump--"
"Mmmm—"
Ye Jindian murmured the last word: "...heart."
The servant turned around after hearing the sound, put his hand hard, and smashed the bucket to the ground with a "bang".
He stared in amazement at the fluttering red official uniform outside the barrel.
The warden held onto the rim of the bucket and pulled the head out. He gasped, his breath quickening, and he began to cough violently. With glassy eyes, he held his chest and retched, spitting out a mouthful of days-old rice-washing water. He turned his head and stared blankly at the servant.
The servant: “…”
This can't be blamed on him.
The warden certainly had no intention of blaming him, but with a broken heart, he sent someone to the Military Equipment Bureau to settle the bill. He stumbled a few steps, adjusted his hat, found his direction, and continued running.
Ye Jindian: “…”
It can be seen that there is indeed an urgent matter.
She had no choice but to put away the account book and trot to catch up with the weapons transport vehicle.
*
Right Prime Minister's Mansion.
The warden wiped the slop from his face, his face showing the weariness of an old man. He said to the stone standing beside the beauty in the hexagonal pavilion, "Prime Minister, the wife has gone to the southeast gate. Luo Dong is staying indoors, and there are guards in the courtyard, so he won't notice anything. You can order your weapons now."
Luodong is the formal name of the Dong family.
Wangqishi finally decided to look back, jumped down from the beauty's seat, and straightened his sleeves.
"Luoying, send two more people to guard, and the rest of you start counting your weapons."
"yes!"
He gave instructions with skillful gestures.
Everyone took their orders and left.
Xie Zhaoming sat quietly in the pavilion, tapping his palms with his fan. He looked at Zhang Min and said, "We can quietly order the weapons. We can then have someone secretly transfer them to the camp at night, using a few carts of new weapons as a cover to make up for our previous actions. But how do you order the troops?"
The enemy has entered the city, and no matter who enters the camp to check the troops, it will arouse vigilance and precautions.
Zhang Min put his hands behind his back and paced outside. "Let Du Junze run errands. Don't let him study so hard that he'll ruin your brain and your legs. Let's go, let's go for a ride in the suburbs first, and then we'll go to Chunxiao Tower for a drink later."
He gave Luoying a look.
Luoying jumped out of the door in response.
Jian Zheng: "..."
Can he listen to the vicious words of the Right Prime Minister to the Left Prime Minister?
He only felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, the world was spinning upside down, and he had the illusion that his official career was a little bumpy and his days were dark and endless.
*
Left Prime Minister's Mansion.
Luoying hooked her legs around the branches of the crabapple tree, hung upside down in front of the back window of the central hall with her sword in her arms, and repeated Zhang Min's words word for word.
The curl of mist drifted out from the hall and penetrated into his nostrils, making him feel extremely itchy. He sneezed several times in succession and almost shook himself into the ground.
He rubbed his nose and looked at the thin, frail, but straight back that was as straight as a poplar tree in the desert.
Just by looking at this back, you can tell what kind of upright and upright civil official the owner is.
The inner room was quiet and elegant, with many document scrolls, brocades, silks and bamboo slips stacked beside him, which matched his temperament.
Du Jun finished writing the document slowly, put down his pen, lowered his slightly rolled-up sleeves, and stood up lightly with the help of the armchair.
A clear, cold, sharp and solemn face broke through the thin mist, and the bright crabapple blossoms came directly into the eyes.
Luoying sneered in her heart: I really should let their prime minister see what a gentleman and a handsome scholar are.
There were two drops of ink on the cloth. A calloused hand rolled up the sleeves of the robe and held it out to him: "Token."
Luo Ying knew that he had agreed, so he dropped the token and the letter with the number of soldiers and horses and ran away.
The crabapple tree swayed, petals fluttered, and a light red rain fell.
*
On Nantang Street, which passes through the southeast city gate, crabapple blossoms are planted on both sides of the long street, and all you can see are light red and pale white.
The window on the second floor of Chunxiao Tower facing the street was wide open, and a slender hand as white as jade reached out to receive a perfect crabapple blossom.
The owner of the jade hand covered her face with a pearl fan, revealing only a pair of amorous fox eyes, half-closed and looking down.
Zhang Heng held up his cheek and followed Ye Jindian with his eyes all the way: "I didn't expect that after these years, my sister-in-law has become more and more beautiful. Looking closely, she looks like a peach blossom spirit!"
“A-choo——”
Ye Jindian, who had become a peach blossom spirit, was stimulated by the fragrance of the crabapple flowers. She tilted her head and sneezed, rubbed her nose, and continued to walk towards the southeast gate.
When they arrived at the side of the city wall, they stopped the car to check the account books with the captain, but they did not expect that the two burly and strong captains were so meticulous that they even checked the details of the craftsmen and supervising officials branded on the weapons.
One or two weapons would be fine, but several carts of weapons and barrels of arrows would be a torture to check.
But she still has to take responsibility.
After checking a batch, she turned her head to look out the window, exhaled, and relaxed her sore eyes, but unexpectedly saw a golden mask.
The owner of the golden mask rode on a tall horse, his purple robe swelling in the wind, like a falcon flapping its wings about to fly away on the wind, so majestic.
He just turned his head slightly, but for some reason, Ye Jindian was certain that the eyes under the mask were staring at him.
She was about to look away when a carriage just entered the city gate, swerved to avoid the Right Prime Minister and his entourage, and happened to block the window tightly.
Faintly, a sweet, spring-like voice could be heard whispering from within the carriage, "Is that the Right Prime Minister? He seems quite heroic, so why do they call him a God of Death?"
"Oh, my aunt, you..."
The noise in the car gradually died down.
A draft blew through the hall, lifting the curtain of the carriage a little, revealing a slender neck as white as snow. Her thin shirt was slightly transparent, making the red mole on her shoulder particularly bright.
Ye Jindian quickly lowered his eyes, staring at the brick that was opened wide by the wheels, turned around, retracted his gaze, and continued to check the weapons account book.
Only after she finished checking the second account book and threw a box of damaged weapons into the car did she breathe a sigh of relief.
This job finally gives me a glimpse into the end.
She stood in the shade at the foot of the wall, quietly stretched her muscles, and watched the soldiers escorting weapons work.
"Click——" "Click——"
Boxes of weapons were thrown onto the car's floor, pushing the loose bricks up high. But when the weapons were all safely loaded onto the car, the bricks were only half lifted up.
She frowned and stared at the car as it drove back.
When cars ran over the bricks, most of them only lifted up a small part. But when she tried to step on them hard, the bricks only made two "tapping" sounds and did not lift at all.
There was something strange about that carriage just now!
In such a long carriage, besides people, there must be a large number of weapons, which would be so heavy that they would lift the bricks high.
Ye Jindian immediately wanted to grab a horse and run back to the Military Equipment Bureau to tell the supervisor.
But when she touched the account book in her arms, she calmed down, looked at the sky which was not yet noon, suppressed her anxiety, and went to find the soldiers who were traveling with her to go back and report the news.
The soldier looked at her in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then went back first.
Upon hearing this, the Supervisor was also surprised and sent someone to deliver the good news to Zhang Min, and specifically mentioned that it was his wife who had seen through the conspiracy.
Zhang Min felt relaxed and at ease after hearing this, and the half of his body that was swaying freely with the horse instantly straightened up.
Xie Zhaoming and others: "..."
Promising.
*
It was already noon when he returned to the Arsenal with the two account books.
Before Ye Jindian could ask more, the supervisor pushed her in front of the furnace and said, "Three days, ten sets of components. You can't miss a single one. Do you understand?"
After giving his instructions, he snuck away, picking up his clothes.
Ye Jindian watched him go with a sad look.
Forging iron is what she wants; hammering iron alone is certainly not what she wants.
The supervisor is alone, right? There is no beautiful woman waiting for him at home, right?
She picked up the hammer with resentment.
Seeing the warden leave, Luo Dong pulled out a dozen clay molds like a magician. "I've added charcoal ash according to your method and cast it into new iron. If I just hammer and polish it, I can definitely make three pairs before midnight."
Ye Jindian silently gave a thumbs up.
With the help of smart people, she handed in the three components at midnight and returned home happily.
Even the warden couldn't stop him.
His scalp tensed up, and he quickly sent someone to deliver a letter to the Right Prime Minister's residence, asking for someone to come and deal with the matter.
Luo Ying, the personal guard, was not there, and the secret guard Cang Ying was not good at flattery, so he could only grab a palace soldier and send him to the next door, asking him to pretend to help deliver the letter.
The guards were bewildered: "What should we say?"
Goshawk was only good at assassination with a knife. He raised his thumb to pick up the dagger, showing the sharp blade, and looked at the other party with a raised brow: "You ask me?"
The palace soldier shuddered violently.
Well, he should just write it himself.
The Prime Minister once said that if a lie is to be hidden, it is best to tell it half-truth and half-falsehood.
He pondered the words "half true, half false" several times. When he heard the door open next door, he poked his head in and said in one breath, "Are you looking for Mr. Wang? He's been taken out for a drink by his colleagues at the academy and won't be back until daybreak. There's no need to wait for him, just go to bed early."
Ye Jindian: “???”
How could her husband, with that kind of health, drink all night?
"Excuse me, sir, where are they drinking?"
The palace soldier stammered, "Probably... Chunxiao Tower?"
He didn't drink often and had never been to other restaurants, so he couldn't come up with any other place.
Spring Night Tower.
Shengjing's famous place for pleasure and entertainment, known as the place where all the world's pleasures are gathered, offers a wide range of entertainment, whether elegant or vulgar, those who sell art but not body, or those who sell body but not art.
Men and women mingled there, seeking only pleasure, behaving without restraint and in an unrestrained and uninhibited manner.
Ye Jindian narrowed her eyes. Why couldn't she drink anywhere else? She had to go to Chunxiao Tower to drink!
Seeing her dark face, the guard was a little nervous: "Sister-in-law?"
Ye Jindian closed the door again.
With a "dong" sound, the door lock hit the door panel, like the collision of heavy wood and golden bell.
The soldiers were very worried.
She took a deep breath, quickly locked the door, and asked with a smile, "Chunxiaolou, right?"
Not too far.
The guards felt they saw the shadow of their own prime minister in her face. They subconsciously swallowed their saliva and glanced at the hawk in the dark: "Yes?"
Ye Jindian nodded and smiled at him, then turned and walked quickly towards Nantang Street.
"If my sister-in-law wants to see you, why don't you wait at home? I'll go there."
"No need. You are kind, but I'm afraid it would be difficult to persuade a drunk person."
"But, but..." The palace guards refused to come out.
He really wanted to stop her, but he couldn't knock his sister-in-law out or tie her up, so he had no idea where to start. He could only scratch his head and follow in panic.
Goshawk: “…”
Forget it, I'd better report this to the Prime Minister and let him fend for himself.
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