Ministry of Revenue, Cangbusi.
　　"It shouldn't be. Why hasn't he left yet?"
　　"Yanei, he has been here for more than ten days, can't he really figure out something?"
　　"You know shit." Wen Haocheng cursed impatiently, "How old is this person, can he have such ability? Nonsense."
　　Although this person was very dissatisfied with Zheng Yuheng's existence, he didn't do anything else except those complicated account books. He just passed by him occasionally and saw his diligent and serious appearance, so he couldn't help but be mean and make a few sarcastic remarks.
　　However, this "Zheng Junzhi" Zheng Zhushi turned a blind eye to many sarcasms and jokes. He seemed to be immersed in his own world. Even if there was a commotion and the sound of gambling was deafening, he would not be affected.
　　This made Wen Yanei very unhappy.
　　He finally couldn't hold back and wanted to test the truth of this person.
　　Wen Haocheng shook off the clerks and went forward alone with a pot of wine, standing behind him and observing silently.
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't listen to their voices at all. He had things to do during the day and at night, and he couldn't delay any of them. Naturally, he devoted himself to it and didn't have any time to play.
　　Wen Yanei gulped down a mouthful of wine. Seeing him with his back to him, he searched for old account books in the old dusty bookcase - now there was no dust. The day after Zheng Zhushi came, these wooden cabinets that exuded a smell of rotten wood were wiped clean. He frequently used and checked them. Now he was the only one in the Xuanhao Room of the Cangbu Department who knew where the various account books were.
　　Wen Haocheng coughed heavily and waited for Zheng Yuheng to salute and greet him.
　　But he tilted his neck and waited for a long time, his neck was sore, and he found that the other party didn't notice it at all. Wen Yanei felt very embarrassed and annoyed. He stretched out his hand and slapped him on the shoulder: "Zheng Junzhi!"
　　Zheng Yuheng then turned his head to look at him: "... Lord Wen, is there something wrong?"
　　"Aren't we colleagues?" He raised his arm and pressed it on Zheng Yuheng's shoulder. Just as he was about to move closer, he found that the man was quite tall. In order to avoid being inferior, Wen Yanei wisely moved closer, "I just want to know, how are you checking this account?"
　　Zheng Yuheng glanced at him, and did not answer immediately, but said: "My family... my family said that this account is not a simple old account, and it is not something that a newcomer like me who just joined the Ministry of Revenue should take over."
　　Wen Haocheng felt guilty immediately, but looked at him suspiciously, and squeezed out a sentence: "Your family? Aren't you not married yet?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was choked on his own saliva, and he covered his lips and coughed several times, and the roots of his ears were a little red. He didn't want to call Dong Lingjiu "the elder of his family", so he only addressed her as "family member". He didn't expect Wen Haocheng to dig deep into the matter - so, young Master Zheng, with a very secretive mind, half shame of knowing he was unworthy and half joy of getting what he wanted, said to him calmly: "Not yet, but my life has been determined for her."
　　Wen Haocheng raised his hand and patted his shoulder hard, teasing: "Your life? It's her life that has been determined for you. Look at your ears, you're blushing. You have no experience at all, a greenhorn."
　　Zheng Yuheng curled his lips and said nothing, allowing him to be teased.
　　Wen Haocheng forgot his guilty conscience after being interrupted. He stretched his body and looked up and said, "I said that you people from small places have never seen the world. You treat eunuchs as living ancestors. If you see the empress in the palace and the masters of those eunuchs, won't you be so scared that you can't say a word? You are useless!"
　　Zheng Yuheng didn't speak. In his mind, he recalled the first meeting with Empress Dowager Dong in Cining Palace a year ago. He was indeed afraid and scared. He trembled for his own head, and tried hard to maintain his "innocence" in front of her.
　　Now think about it... If he had thrown away the power and glory represented by the word "Empress Dowager" early, and stripped off all the worldly clothes, he would have boldly and bravely pursued Dong Lingjiu regardless of her status.
　　Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Yanei thought that he had touched upon Zheng Junzhi's inferiority complex. He finally found a sense of superiority in him. Family background, talent, and knowledge. Wen Haocheng shook his head, pulled the topic back, and said shamelessly: "What does your family know? She has long hair and short knowledge, and she has a woman's opinion."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked up at him, and tightened his fingers in his sleeves slightly, saying: "Master Wen, do you dare to take a look at what is in these account books?"
　　Wen Haocheng couldn't stand being provoked, and he also wanted to test Zheng Yuheng's bottom line, so he went with the flow and said: "Look, who's afraid of you?"
　　He pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Zheng Yuheng's desk.
　　It was a rare and novel thing for Wen Yanei to sit here. The clerks and clerks who were drinking and gambling on the side but were also trying to please the emperor, all came up and surrounded the table, saying in unison: "What's the meaning? Yanei wants to gamble with him?"
　　"Look at the account book? What's so interesting about the account book? Those dozens of people in the warehouse department are not dead."
　　"We've been waiting to see this guy's joke. He can't even do such a simple thing, and he still wants to stay in the Ministry of Revenue. He's dreaming."
　　Everyone was talking and talking. Wen Yanei was annoyed and slammed the table: "Shut up." The
　　surroundings suddenly became quiet.
　　Zheng Yuheng put the box of accounts on the table and took out the top few books. These books were the in and out transactions and salary grain shares of the two branch warehouses in Beijing in the third year of Xining, the fifth year of Xining, the eighth year of Xining, the thirteenth year of Xining, and the first year of Huining, as well as the losses in previous years of opening warehouses for relief and famine relief.
　　Just as Wen Yanei was about to ask, he saw Zheng Zhushi put one hand on the book, and pressed the slightly damaged cover of the account book with his fingertips.
　　His brows were calm and his eyes were dark. These eyes were always humble and introverted. He would quickly avoid looking directly at people, making people feel that Zheng Junzhi was a person who never made trouble and had a weak temperament.
　　But when Wen Haocheng met his eyes, he suddenly felt that his eyes were chilly, revealing a coldness hidden under the still water.
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "Let's bet on something too?"
　　Wen Yanei's sense of danger was diluted in an instant. He was stunned and laughed with the people around him: "Oh, Lord Zheng wants to bet too? I'm an expert in gambling, don't say I'm bullying you."
　　"I mean," Zheng Yuheng said softly, "we have to have a prize."
　　"What do you say, what prize?"
　　"Ashamed." He said, "I was able to read these account books one by one, from beginning to end, and check for omissions, all thanks to my family's help. As you said, she is a woman. Since Wen Yanei looks down on women, he must not believe in her ability." Wen Haocheng
　　snorted and laughed: "What do you mean? What kind of books do women have to read? Reading "Female Rules" and "Female Training" to learn how to serve parents-in-law and take care of children and grandchildren, she is a virtuous wife. Can she help you understand this?"
　　Zheng Yuheng said lightly: "It can be her."
　　Wen Haocheng laughed even more, not taking it to heart at all, completely underestimated the enemy, collapsed and crossed his legs and said: "If I win, you quickly roll up your bedding and get out of here, don't get in my way. If I lose, Zheng Junzhi, you can do whatever you want, from now on you are the boss here."
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "It's a deal, everyone has witnessed it."
　　He flipped through the incomprehensible account books, picked out the two books from the third and eighth years of Xining, and turned to after August. He put the two books together and said, "These two books are already false after August, when the grain harvested in autumn is stored in the warehouse."
　　"The so-called false account books are nine true and one false. They add an item with a false name in an inconspicuous place, or omit an item, and then balance the accounts. There is no problem with how much is in and how much is out. The record of the third year of Xining shows that due to natural disasters and frost, the production is insufficient, and the amount collected is only half of that of previous years. But in the same year, the rest of the taxes of the people in the suburbs of Beijing were paid as agreed. If the grain production is insufficient in a year, the grain production of silk and other things that depend on it should be reduced together, but the silk paid this year is sufficient."
　　A sericulture tax account from the third year of Xining was placed on the table as evidence.
　　Everyone stretched their necks to look at it and looked at each other in surprise.
　　Wen Haocheng's face also changed a little, and he reached out to pick up the book as evidence.
　　Although the number of silkworms and silk producers in Beijing is small, they do so in both summer and autumn, and the temperature required is even more stringent. If mulberry farmers are not affected, how can rice farmers be harmed?
　　Zheng Yuheng continued, "The same method is also found in several other volumes. I went to these two warehouses a few days ago. The old official who held the keys was deaf and on crutches, and he just kept making excuses. I checked the grain stored in them one by one, and found that more than 2,100 stones were missing."
　　"It's not just the frost. In recent years, there have been a lot of false, hidden, and erroneous records in the grain temporarily transferred to other states for famine relief. Less than 60% of these relief grains have reached the hands of the people. Otherwise, the cost of appeasing the refugees and accommodating the corpses would not be so huge. There must be people who received relief grain in name but actually starved to death on the roadside."
　　When Zheng Yuheng said these words, his expression and tone were extremely calm, and each word seemed to have been kept in his heart for a long time, sinking down and falling into the pool, forcing him to constantly learn to be calm and quiet, and to learn to record some infuriating numbers alone.
　　"How do you know it won't be this number?" Wen Haocheng retorted, "The victims are on the move, and even with government relief, the number of casualties cannot be controlled."
　　Zheng Yuheng looked at him and asked, "Master Wen, do you remember why Wei Que, the Minister of State, was murdered?"
　　"Yes..."
　　It was the disaster relief in Fuzhou.
　　"The number that can be used for reference and calculation is right in front of us." Zheng Yuheng said, "The person who murdered the imperial envoy is a corrupt official who has been convicted by the Dali Temple. This crime has been announced to the world, and there will naturally be corresponding evidence. As long as the two are compared, we can calculate how many people will die after all-out disaster relief, and how many more people will die if the grain and money are less than 60%."
　　Wen Haocheng stared at his face. He couldn't figure out why Zheng Junzhi could keep such a big thing in his mind, but he could remain lonely and silent every day.
　　He had a feeling that something was wrong and sweat broke out on his forehead. He stood up suddenly and said, "Don't tell me about this for now..."
　　"This matter," Zheng Yuheng said, "involves the changes and infighting among officials in the Ministry of Revenue."
　　Wen Haocheng looked at him in surprise.
　　“Yanei, you twenty plus good-for-nothings have been kept here by the Ministry of Revenue, not only for the sake of Minister Wen, but also because someone in the Ministry of Revenue wants to keep you, a group of people who do nothing but live, like those who are not buried, to guard this unclear account book full of errors and omissions!”
　　He gathered his sleeves, his tone gradually softened, a little smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly to Wen Haocheng: “Once something happens, the heads of the scribes and clerks will not be enough. If the Empress Dowager and His Majesty are furious, only you... Wen Yanei, a son of a wealthy family, a relative of an important official, your head will be enough to fill the account. By then, it will be your brother, Minister Wen, who will be in a mess, and it will be you who will be in danger.”
　　“Don’t talk nonsense,” Wen Haocheng gritted his teeth and said, “What the hell does this have to do with me?”
　　"Whether it's your business or not," Zheng Yuheng said coldly, "you will be pushed out. Only if you go into the water, your brother will step into the mud, and the person who really enriched the Ministry of Revenue will interfere and get out of it. Everyone here comes here to serve as a foil and a bonus for you!"
　　Wen Haocheng felt that it was ridiculous and terrifying. The two inflated emotions mixed together and pushed to the extreme. He flipped the table, grabbed Zheng Yuheng's front, and scolded: "Don't be alarmist here!" He
　　roared out. As soon
　　as the voice fell, the door of the Xuanhao room was suddenly kicked open, and extremely dazzling light burst in from the outside world, shining on everyone's face.
　　Everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes, and then slowly opened them.
　　Under the light, a young man dressed in brocade and carrying a long sword stood at the door, took out a token, and said coldly: "Qilin Guard Commander Lu Qingyun, I have been ordered to arrest and take him away."
　　He waved his hand, and the sword-carrying people entered one after another.
　　Wen Yanei's eyes widened, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. After a long time, he heard Zheng Yuheng beside him whispered: "So fast." Zheng
　　Yuheng turned his head to look at him and said, "I won the bet, right?"
　　If he was taken away by the Qilin Guard, he would be sent to the inner prison! Wen Yanei's head was lacking oxygen and he felt dizzy. He didn't expect that he would still think about the bet at this time. The only eight words in his mind were "heads falling to the ground, all traps". He cursed hoarsely: "You are really a lunatic."
　　While speaking, the Qilin Guard had arrested and taken away everyone including Zheng Yuheng and Wen Haocheng according to the order.
　　...
　　At the same time, outside the Cining Palace.
　　Meng Cheng hesitated for a long time, his mind uncertain. When he saw Xuan Duzhi coming out, he hurriedly asked, "How is my mother..."
　　"Your Majesty." Xuan Jingyun smiled, knelt down and saluted respectfully. Without standing up, he replied, "The Empress Dowager is ill, and is being taken care of by Imperial Doctor Zheng. The Empress Dowager really cannot see you."
　　"Sick?" Meng Cheng was stunned and was about to rush in, but was stopped by several eunuchs behind Xuan Jingyun.
　　"The doctor said it's not a serious illness, but she's just angry again. The Empress Dowager is upset, so Your Majesty should not see her getting better, lest she gets upset." Xuan Jingyun hurriedly supported his arm, "The Empress Dowager said that you have been studying for so long, and you should have made progress and become capable. She is relieved to leave it all to you."
　　It was clearly the cold winter, and Meng Cheng felt his head steaming and his back sweating. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. In the end, he could only hesitate for a few more steps and said, "Tell Zheng Yuheng to do his best and do his job well. I... I'll go back first."
　　Xuan Jingyun lowered her head, "Your Majesty, I respectfully send you off."
　　After Meng Cheng left, he watched the emperor leave his sight, wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, turned around and went back to the Cining Palace. As soon as he entered the palace, he saw Aunt Ruixue and Neiren Zhao sorting books and checking Hui ink together, and couldn't help saying, "Your Majesty is going back."
　　"Amitabha, he's gone." Ruixue said, "I'm finally relieved this time."
　　Xuan Jingyun looked around and came forward to ask, "I know that Doctor Zheng is not here. Is it the new favorite of the queen who is serving in there? Oh my, I haven't seen that person yet..."
　　"What new favorite?" Ruixue glanced at him and said to Zhao Neiren, "Qingqing, let them all go down and rest first."
　　Zhao Qing said, "Yes."
　　Neiren Zhao instructed the female officials and eunuchs who were on duty near the main hall to go down one by one. Ruixue then told Xuan Jingyun: "The queen is not in the palace." Xuan
　　Duzhi was stunned, his eyes widened like copper bells: "What about the queen mother-"
　　Ruixue stopped talking and said slowly: "The queen has her own plans, but we just need to take good care of the Cining Palace. By the way... this matter must not be known to outsiders."
　　Xuan Jingyun quickly responded: "I don't need to."
　　Just when the little emperor Meng Cheng had nowhere to rely on and wandered in melancholy. Dong Lingjiu was wearing a thick plush cloak, holding a gilded phoenix hand warmer in her hand. She stroked the embroidered warmer and was sitting in the inner prison talking to Xu Xiang.
　　Although Zheng Yuheng took Xu Xiang's "connection", Dong Lingjiu didn't actually say much about the truth, but Xu Xiang was a smart man, and even with a little guess, he could figure out one or two of the truth.
　　As the two were talking, Du Yuewan handed over tea, and Dong Lingjiu took a sip. At this time, the blue-clothed eunuch from the inner prison came forward and reported: "Lord Lu Qingyun has arrested all the people involved in the incident and put them in jail."
　　Xu Xiang asked in a low voice: "Who does your Majesty want to ask first?"
　　Dong Lingjiu didn't think for too long. She casually said: "Bring in the new chief first, Xu Bingbi, and you go ask another chief in other prisons."
　　Xu Xiang nodded in response, and then left. Not long after, the door of the interrogation room opened again.
　　Zheng Yuheng came in with his head down. He was actually very calm all the way - it's not like he had never been to the inner prison before. It's not like he didn't know Xu Bingbi. Even if he changed his name, he would only pretend to hit him a few times for the sake of the Empress Dowager, right?
　　The inner prison was dim, and he had been trying to identify the road in front of him, so he lowered his head. After entering the room, he was dazzled by the candlelight and covered his eyes. He calmed down and the chain on his wrist clattered.
　　He put down his hand and was about to see if he could meet Xu Xiang for personal trial. When he opened his eyes, he saw the elegant and luxurious robe falling down naturally, and a delicate white hand was exposed at the edge of the dark gold embroidered cuffs - slender and familiar, with white knuckles, which made his heart skip a beat.
　　Zheng Yuheng moved his eyes upwards and saw Dong Lingjiu drinking tea leisurely.
　　The eyes of the young doctor Zheng suddenly lit up, and his eyes clearly said "I have found a backer."
　　Dong Lingjiu coughed lightly, gathered the gold embroidery on his sleeves, and deliberately asked Du Yuewan, "What's his name?"
　　Aunt Yuewan had a blank expression on her face, and her tone was stern and calm, as if she really didn't know him: "One of the heads of the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Warehouses, Zheng Junzhi."
　　"Oh." Dong Lingjiu nodded seriously and smiled, "I haven't seen him, he looks very good."
　　Zheng Yuheng: "..."
　　Huh?
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　　Xiao Zheng: External application, buried external application!
　　The Queen Mother teased the cat: Declined.
　　Xiao Zheng (stunned): QAQ
　　I calculated with my fingers, it's a good day, double update~
　　I have to say here that the upper limit of the characters and the plot depends on the author's IQ. The author is an ordinary person, so it is normal to feel that the plot is ordinary, not well written, and has problems. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't do it! I have tried very hard QAQ