Chapter 480: Death in previous life

"Oh my God!"
At the Chaowenyuan, Nan Baozhu held the half-eaten melon, dumbfounded.
Nan Baoyi knelt and sat behind the low case, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, equally shocked.
He Ye said eloquently: "It's a coincidence that the account book of the Jin family is called a dripping water. But by coincidence, the fourth son went to Dali Temple to ask Shi Ziye for instruction. It happened to see Shi Ziye with a bunch of old accountants in the investigation. The account of the Jin family, he was idle and bored there, flipping through a few books, and flipping through it, he could see the problem!"
Nan Baoyi held her small face.
This time in Chunwei, her fourth brother Nan Chengshu still failed the list.
In order to take the exam three years later, he often went to Dali Temple to ask his second brother for instruction.
Although he is not good at reading, he is very good at accounting. He didn't expect that he could help the second brother find loopholes in the Jin's account books.
"Who is Shi Ziye? He is so wise and martial, so resourceful, so strategizing—"
"speak English."
Nan Baoyi interrupted He Ye's flattery angrily.
Lotus Ye smiled: "The son of the old man followed that line and quickly found the northern frontier, and then the bank of the Northern Wei Dynasty! The owner of the bank was named Jiang, and he was the eldest son of Taifu Jiang!"
Nan Baoyi knocked on the table.
She said where all the money that Jiang’s embezzled money went to, it turned out to be out of the country.
In this way, with 10,000 steps back, even if the Jiang family loses power in South Vietnam, his descendants can rely on the huge amount of money flowing into the Northern Wei Dynasty to eat fragrant and spicy food there.
What a good calculation!
He Ye continued: "Tao Fu Jiang’s salary is only worth a few silvers. The amount of silver flowing through the hands of the Jin family is as many as tens of millions of taels, which is worth the half-year tax of our Southern University! I heard that the emperor was furious. Putting Taifu Jiang into the jail. The officials of the Jiang family faction panicked and knelt outside the palace gate to petition Jiang Taifu, saying that this matter was deliberately planted and framed by our son."
"Planned and framed..."
Nan Baoyi laughed.
How to frame this kind of thing?
Seeing that the Jiang family was about to collapse, she was in a good mood and continued to pick up and practice calligraphy.
At dusk, Nan Baozhu was called back by Jiang to eat.
The afterglow disappeared on the window lattice, and the aftertaste and Yunxiu took the maid and lit the lantern under the corridor.
Nan Baoyi put down the brush and blew the ink on the paper.
When raising his eyes, the glazed lamp in the room emits a soft halo. The young man in the official robes of the Dali Temple, leaning on the bead curtain with his arms, is watching her.
"Second brother."
The girl got up, walked in front of him lightly, looked up at him: "I heard that Jiang Taifu was sent to jail, and the officials of the Jiang family faction knelt at the gate of the palace to beg for mercy? What did the emperor say, would you like to open the net?"
"Thirty million taels of silver with snow patterns, how to open one side?" Xiao Yi took off his robe and handed it to Nan Baoyi. He knelt after a short case by the window. "I asked the people from Tianshu to go to the bitter cold place to catch the book. Forever, there are human and physical evidence, Jiang Hua, the old fox, can't run away."
Nan Baoyi held his robe, wondering: "But Shu Chang Yongben is Jiang Hua's person, how can we help us prove him?"
Xiao Yi opened Nan Baoyi's calligraphy and laughed, "As long as he testifies against Jiang Hua, he will be exempted from the punishment of his grandchildren. Do you think he would like to testify?"
Nan Baoyi's eyes were clear and moist, knowing that this was a scheming.
She hung Xiao Yi's robe on Mu Shi, and heard the man say indifferently: "Nan Baoyi, how did your writing become ugly?"
The girl turned her back to him, her pretty face flushed.
In the past six months, she has been busy embroidering mandarin ducks, and naturally she has gradually slackened in the aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
She reluctantly grabbed the stack of rice paper: "Under the world, only the second brother's handwriting is beautiful, right?"
"Nan Baoyi, you live in a deep boudoir and have nothing to do. You have to practice hard at piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy." Xiao Yiyan taught, "I will take you back to Chang'an in the future, let alone compare with my emperor's wife, just like those from ordinary families in Chang'an. Compared with daughters, you will also be at a disadvantage. Are you embarrassed?"
Nan Baoyi gritted his teeth.
Is this guy choosing a wife or a talented girl? !
He simply held a talent contest and married the winner!
The girl's face was flushed, and she said in embarrassment, "You pick and choose, I won't marry you!"
Just about to turn his head and leave, Xiao Yi took her hand and took her into his arms.
He kissed the girl’s face and smiled at the corners of his lips:
Don’t make trouble, brother doesn’t dislike you, is it done? But you didn’t embroider the mandarin ducks, and the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are also slack. When dealing with Baozhu, your sister can do nothing but eat, drink, and sleep."
Nan Baoyi: "..."
Although I wanted to protect the little cousin, but in the face of the facts, it seemed impossible to do so.
Xiao Yi held her, picked up her brush, and dropped a line of poems on the rice paper: "In half a month, the Northern Wei Dynasty Mission will come to Shengjing to discuss the issue of the border between the two countries. I have some friendship with the people in power in the Northern Wei Dynasty. , They will bring Taifu Jiang’s eldest son back to Chang'an for trial."
Nan Baoyi leaned in his arms, playing with the embroidered patterns on his official robes.
What does it have to do with her?
Xiao Yi did not shy away from discussing the political affairs in front of her.
He said: "The envoy of the Northern Wei Dynasty is not surprising, but the woman who accompanied him is worth noting."
Nan Baoyi blinked and said softly, "Is she beautiful?"
Xiao Yi glanced at her.
The focus of this little girl is always crooked.
He said: "She is a social flower wandering in the Northern Wei Dynasty, known as Mrs. Liuhua."
Nan Baoyi's eyelashes trembled lightly.
Mrs. Liuhua?
Danfeng's eyes were dull and dull, and huge fear was gradually brewing, as if a fishing boat encountered a huge man-eating whale emerging from the deep sea.
She clearly remembered how she died in her previous life.
At that time, Mrs. Liu Hua had already lived in Xichang, and everyone said she was Gu Chongshan's counterpart.
Xu is Gu Chongshan who treats her special, so Mrs. Liuhua dislikes her very much, and often ridicules her and even beats and scolds her.
She changed from serving Gu Chongshan alone to serving two of them, washing clothes for them, squeezing their shoulders and legs for them, and even being forced by Mrs. Liuhua to play fighting games with the eunuchs to make her happy.
She was very afraid of Mrs. Liuhua, more than that of Nan Yan.
In the winter of that year, the second elder brother led an army and Gu Chongshan left the palace to do errands. Mrs. Liu Hua called her to the ice cellar and sent her to the ice cellar to get ice cubes. When Gu Chongshan came back, he made ice, snow and licorice soup for him.
She went to the ice cellar obediently.
When trying to cut the ice, the iron door of the ice cellar gradually closed.
She ran to the door in horror and beat her, but heard Mrs. Liuhua's sneer: "Don't waste your time, you are destined to die today, and no one can save you. You should thank me for giving you a whole body."
The chill came in from all directions, breaking her guts.
She begged desperately, but Madam Liuhua's footsteps drifted away, and no one opened the door for her to let her leave this bitter cold place...