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"Oh My God!"
Chaowen Courtyard, Nan Baozhu was dumbfounded holding a half-eaten melon.
Nan Baoyi knelt and sat behind the low desk, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and was equally shocked.
He Ye spoke eloquently: "It's a coincidence that the Jin family's account books are so watertight. But it happened that the Fourth Young Master went to Dali Temple to consult the Crown Prince, and happened to see the Crown Prince leading a group of old accountants to check. He was bored there and flipped through a few books about the Jin family¡¯s accounts, and he discovered the problem after flipping through them!¡±
Nan Baoyi held her little face in her hands.
This spring, her fourth brother Nan Chengshu still failed.
In order to take the exam again in three years, he often went to Dali Temple to ask his second brother for advice.
Although he is not good at reading, he is very good at reading accounts. Unexpectedly, he can help his second brother find loopholes in the Jin family's account books.
"Who is the prince? He is so wise, so resourceful, and so strategizing¡ª¡ª"
"speak English."
Nan Baoyi interrupted He Ye¡¯s flattery angrily.
He Ye smiled and said: "The prince followed that line and quickly found the northern border, and then found the bank of the Northern Wei Dynasty! The owner of the bank is surnamed Jiang, and he is the eldest son of Taifu Jiang!"
Nan Baoyi knocked on the table.
She said where did all the embezzled money from the Jiang family go? It turned out that it was out of the country.
In this way, even if the Jiang family loses power in South Vietnam, even if the Jiang family loses power in South Vietnam, their descendants can still rely on the huge amount of money flowing into the Northern Wei Dynasty to enjoy good food, drink, and enjoy life there.
What a good plan!
Lotus Ye's eyes were full of stars: "Taifu Jiang's salary is only worth a few silver coins. The money flowing through the hands of the Jin family is tens of millions of taels, which is worth half the tax of our South Vietnam! I heard that the emperor He was furious and took Taifu Jiang to the sky prison. The officials of the Jiang family faction were all panicked and knelt outside the palace gate to petition for Taifu Jiang, saying that this matter was deliberately framed by our prince."
"Framing and framing"
Nan Baoyi laughed.
How to frame this kind of thing?
Seeing that the Jiang family was about to collapse, she felt happy and continued to practice calligraphy.
At dusk, Nan Baozhu was called back by Jiang to eat.
The afterglow disappeared on the window lattice. Yuwei and Yunxiu took the maid and lit the lantern in the corridor.
Nan Baoyi put down the brush and blew the ink words on the paper.
When she raised her eyes, the glazed lamp in the room gave off a soft halo. A young man wearing the official robe of a Dali Temple official was leaning against the beaded curtain with his arms folded, looking at her with a smile.
"Second brother."
The girl stood up, walked lightly in front of him, and looked up at him: "I heard that Taifu Jiang was imprisoned, and officials from the Jiang family faction knelt at the gate of the palace to beg for mercy? What did the emperor say, are you willing to be lenient?"
"Thirty million taels of silver with snowflake patterns, how can we open up one side of the net?" Xiao Yi took off his robe and handed it to Nan Baoyi. He knelt down behind the low desk by the window, "I asked Tianshu's people to go to the bitter cold place to capture Shu Chang. Yong, all the witnesses and physical evidence are there, Jiang Hua, that old fox, can¡¯t escape.¡±
Nan Baoyi hugged his robe and wondered: "But Shu Changyong is originally from Jiang Hua. How can he help us testify against him?"
Xiao Yi opened Nan Baoyi's calligraphy treasure and chuckled: "As long as he testifies against Jiang Hua, his grandchildren will be exempted from punishment. Do you think he is willing?"
Nan Baoyi's eyes were clear and clear, and he understood that this was a conspiracy.
She hung Xiao Yi's robe on the wooden shirt and heard the man say lightly: "Nan Baoyi, why did your handwriting become ugly?"
The girl turned her back to him, her pretty face slightly red.
In the past six months, she has been busy embroidering mandarin ducks, and naturally she has gradually slacked off in playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
She reluctantly took the stack of rice paper and said, "In the world, my second brother is the only one whose handwriting is beautiful, right?"
"Nan Baoyi, you have been living in a boudoir for a long time and have nothing to do. You should practice chess, calligraphy and painting diligently." Xiao Yi taught earnestly, "I will take you back to Chang'an in the future, let alone compare with my imperial sister-in-law, just with those ordinary families in Chang'an City Even if you are worth a thousand pieces of gold, you will be at a disadvantage. Isn't it a shame?"
Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.
????????? Is this man choosing a wife or a talented woman? !
He might as well hold a talent contest and marry the winner!
The girl's face turned red and she said angrily: "If you dare to be picky again, I won't marry you!"
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Xiao Yi held her hand and took her into his arms.
He kissed the girl¡¯s face with a slight smile on his lips: ¡°?Damn it, brother doesn¡¯t dislike you, right? It's just that you haven't done any embroidery, and you've slacked off on playing, playing, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I asked you to stop dealing with Nan Baozhu. Your sister can do nothing but eat, drink, poop, and sleep. "
Nan Baoyi: ""
Although I want to defend my little cousin, it seems impossible to do so in the face of the facts.
Xiao Yi hugged her, picked up her writing brush, and wrote down a line of poetry on the rice paper: "In half a month, the Northern Wei Dynasty delegation will come to Shengjing to discuss the issue of the border line between the two countries. I have some friendship with the people in power in the Northern Wei Dynasty , they will ask them to bring Taifu Jiang¡¯s eldest son back to Chang¡¯an to await trial.¡±
Nan Baoyi leaned in his arms and played with the embroidery patterns on his official robe.
Come to court, come to court, what does it have to do with her?
Xiao Yi did not shy away from discussing government affairs in front of her.
He said: "The envoys of the Northern Wei Dynasty are not surprising, but a woman accompanying them is worthy of attention."
Nan Baoyi blinked and said weakly: "Is she beautiful?"
Xiao Yi glanced at her.
This little girl¡¯s focus is always skewed.
He said: "She was a social butterfly who roamed the court of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and was known as Mrs. Liuhua."
Nan Baoyi¡¯s eyelashes trembled slightly.
Mrs. Liuhua?
Danfeng¡¯s eyes were dim and dull, gradually brewing a huge fear, like a fishing boat encountering a giant man-eating whale emerging from the deep sea.
She clearly remembered how she died in her previous life.
By that time, Mrs. Liuhua had already moved into Xichang, and everyone said she was Gu Chongshan¡¯s rival.
¡°Perhaps Gu Chongshan treated her very special, so Mrs. Lihua disliked her very much and often ridiculed and even beat her.
She went from serving Gu Chongshan alone to serving both of them, washing their clothes, squeezing their shoulders and beating their legs, and was even forced by Mrs. Liuhua to play fighting games with the eunuchs for her pleasure.
She was very afraid of Mrs. Lihua, even more than she was afraid of Nan Yan.
That winter, when the second brother went off to war and Gu Chongshan left the palace to attend to some business, Mrs. Liuhua called her and sent her to the ice cellar to get ice cubes. When Gu Chongshan came back, she would make ice and snow licorice soup for him.
She went to the ice cellar obediently.
When I was thinking of ways to cut the ice, the iron door of the ice cellar gradually closed.
She ran to the door and beat it in fear, but she heard Mrs. Lihua sneer: "Don't waste your efforts. You are destined to die today, and no one can save you. You should thank me for giving you a whole corpse."
The cold air hit her from all directions, making her liver and gallbladder shatter.
She begged desperately, but Mrs. Lihua¡¯s footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and no one opened the door for her to let her leave this bitter and cold place (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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