Chapter 76 If you don’t know, I can teach you
Lu Qiaoxiao couldn't help but feel lump in his throat when he heard these words that seemed aggrieved but were actually very powerful.
Normally, when officials came to visit the mansion to discuss current affairs and government, Shen Yuheng would scrutinize every word. If someone displeased him, he would frown his cold, distant mountain brows and glare at them with the coldest eyes.
He said calmly, "Oh, really?"
Or simply, "Hmm."
There was no further news.
If I go back in a flash, I might be able to completely block this person from entering the Prime Minister's residence again.
Even a gentleman can have such a narrow side.
If she didn't react, Shen Yuheng would probably not give up and might even find ways to torment her at night.
Last month, this man found a thin silver chain with a small bell tied to it from somewhere.
When they were lying on the couch, he would tie the chain around her ankle with his own hands, and at night, the little bell would tinkle incessantly.
It was not until the next day that he quietly took off the chain, like a guilty thief.
She took a deep breath, looked into his eyes coquettishly, and said, "Then tell me, what do you want?"
Shen Yuheng subconsciously fiddled with the sandalwood bracelet on his wrist, but when he heard her helpless yet coquettish words, his hand froze.
He tightened his throat, stared at her with a gloomy look, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qingzhi, kiss me."
Lu Qiaoxiao's eyes were stunned. He gave so little information. Did he really think that he was the same as A Yao, and that she would be able to understand what he meant with just a few words?
He asked her to kiss him, but didn't tell her where to kiss?
Lu Qiaoxiao was also an official in the Patrol Department. She was used to being served by others. She would even arrange everything for her if she only said a few words.
At this moment, the son was at a loss as to what to do after the boomerang hit him.
well.
Seeing that she didn't move, Shen Yuheng frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Lu Qiaoxiao felt that this damn brow peak was a danger signal, so she quickly asked, "Which side do you want to kiss?"
After these words were spoken, Shen Yuheng's eyes became even darker, like a dark room with a candle extinguished by a palm wind, and a gloomy atmosphere slowly enveloped him.
"Okay." Shen Yuheng suddenly said this, almost squeezing the words out from between his teeth.
Lu Qiaoxiao was confused. Isn't this the same as the military official who came to inspect a few days ago?
You ask him what materials the adults want to check, and we will prepare them right away?
He said: Bring it here.
Lu Qiaoxiao: ""
She was completely speechless and almost burst into curses in front of Boss Gu and all his subordinates.
Fortunately, she has a patient temperament and can endure sourness, fatigue, and even anger.
Lu Qiaoxiao moved his butt forward towards Shen Yuheng, put his face close to his ear, and his eyes swept over Shen Yuheng's pearly earlobe.
She discovered something strange.
Shen Yuheng's earlobes are as round and smooth as those of a blessed girl, small and cute.
My eyes wandered from his earlobe to his cheek. His skin was delicate and smooth, with a hint of pink underneath.
Lu Qiaoxiao swallowed, and when her eyes met his rosy lips——
"Have you seen enough?" A low call from Yan Luo came from above his head. The man's eyes seemed to contain endless restraint, as if he was trying his best to endure something?
I'm almost losing patience with her.
Lu Qiaoxiao made a quick judgment. The last time he showed this expression, the official who offended him had been tortured by the Ministry of Punishment.
Even if he would not be sent to the Ministry of Punishment, the majestic Commander Lu would be tortured in bed and beg for mercy.
Without hesitation, Lu Qiaoxiao leaned over and quickly touched his lips.
Lu Qiaoxiao saw that Shen Yuheng's face looked better. Just when she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her wrist was gently pulled and she rolled easily into his arms...
"Qingzhi, if you don't know how to kiss, I can teach you."
——
Lu Qiaoxiao has been very busy recently, going out early and returning late every day in order to investigate a case of counterfeit money circulation.
Several prosperous shops in Beijing were reported by people who said that counterfeit money was found when they were doing business with the store owners.
But when she brought the shop owners and employees of several shops and the customers involved in the incident back to the Patrol Department for questioning, these people kept crying out that they were innocent, saying that they just didn't notice that the currency was fake, and that the main thing was that the coins were minted almost exactly like the real ones.
Who has such sharp eyes that can spot the difference between real and fake money?
so--
If ordinary people find it difficult to distinguish between real and fake money, then what about the rich and powerful?
That's not right. Most of the items in a noble's house were purchased by servants. Who would care about the difference between one or two taels of silver?
Unless—unless this matter was deliberately brought up by someone in order to guide her to investigate further?
Lu Qiaoxiao's fingertips lingered on a page of the case file, his eyes dimly gazing at the flickering flame on the candlestick.
In her previous life, when she was in the Imperial College, she was not unlearned. She remembered that the Grand Tutor, Mr. Qin, once came to the school in person to give a lecture. To show her respect for the old man, she sat attentively for two hours to listen to the lecture.
From ancient times to the present, the imperial court has been in charge of the minting and issuance of silver and coins. All the silver that can be circulated on the market is official silver. Every year, the imperial court will print and issue an appropriate amount of silver and coins based on the production situation of each prefecture and county.
As long as the right to mint coins is in the hands of the court, the market can maintain normal order.
But if someone with ulterior motives were to mint private money...the consequences of that disruption to the market and prices would be unimaginable.
This is also why the imperial court was so careful and strict in managing taxation and would never tolerate tax evasion.
As a person holding an official title, he should pay more taxes than ordinary people.
However, places of retreat such as Buddhist temples and Taoist temples are exempt from taxes, and the merit money can be used for the temple's own rest and the monks' daily food and living expenses.
Paying taxes is a science, a knife hanging over the heads of ordinary people and a feather on the robes of dignitaries.
Lu Qiaoxiao used the dim candlelight to look through the relevant taxation systems of the dynasty, and this took him two hours.
As she read, perhaps because it was late at night, many things from the past became clearer in her mind.
She carefully recalled some of the things she had heard from hearsay or while serving tea to her parents-in-law after she married into the Pei Mansion in her previous life.
Three years before her death, a horrific killing of monks occurred in the court.
Many monks died inexplicably in thirteen temples, including the largest royal temple of the dynasty, Guanglin Temple.
Some temples were completely ransacked, with monks dying in horrific ways, as if in revenge killings. Other temples were burned to the ground, leaving no trace of the monks. Other temples were inexplicably struck by an epidemic, with monks dying of the plague.
It's still scary to think about this horrific thing at night.
Lu Qiaoxiao rubbed his aching brows, but caught a glimpse of the candlelight flickering slightly a few times.
Someone.
She frowned. At this hour, could it be a thief?
The counterfeit money they had looted a few days ago was piled up in the patrol office. Otherwise—
Are you here to destroy evidence?
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