Chapter 939: It’s Just Taking the Blame, It’s Not Like I Haven’t Done It Before
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When Sima Xi received the urgent report from the Yamen, he was still in the mansion and was changing clothes. He planned to go to Fu Mansion at the right time. Anyway, he was just a small governor. It didn't matter if he went early or late. After all, he was just interacting with other local officials. Sitting on the outermost seat, I am afraid there was no one to entertain me during the trip, and I could only rely on the maids and servants to run around.
He had no intention of trying to get along with the powerful. If he left early, he would be left hanging out, doing nothing interesting. He might as well come before the banquet, give gifts, eat the banquet, and leave after saying a few words.
However, the Yamen's report broke Sima Xi's fantasy of freedom.
The master's anxious words let Sima Xi know that he would not even be able to scratch a birthday bag by the time the birthday banquet was over, let alone a place to eat today.
It's a pity that he sent people to deliver the gifts to Fu Mansion two hours ago. In other words, even if he didn't go to the birthday banquet, he wouldn't get the gifts back.
Big loss.
Sighing in his heart, Sima Xi changed out of the brown gold robe that his wife had chosen for him, and while putting on his official uniform, he asked the Master: "With just one sentence from Mr. Fu Qi, will the prison really give him a death row sentence?"
The master's face was a little embarrassed: "You can't blame the prison boss. After all, it was the seventh young master who came in person. Besides, I thought it was not a big deal. How could I have thought of causing trouble..."
Sima Xi had no expression, as if he didn't care much about the filth in the yamen, and asked again: "Have you received the order from the Fu family? How do you plan to deal with it?"
The master said: "The second young master came and told us to send someone out as soon as possible to bring back all the prisoners on death row. No matter whether they are dead or alive, we should cover up the matter anyway. Today is the old man's birthday, so nothing can happen."
Sima Xi nodded: "Then go ahead. I'll go back to the Yamen. You take people to the paddock and bring back everything that should be brought back."
The master just went to Sima Xi to report the matter. He knew that this matter could only be handled in this way and did not expect Lord Fu Yin to have other ideas, so he agreed and left.
After the master left, Mrs. Sima came in from the door. While adjusting the Prime Minister's clothes, she said, "Are you really going to take over this matter?"
Sima Xi said, "It's just a scapegoat. It's not like I haven't done it before. What do you care about?"
Mrs. Sima was obviously unwilling: "You, the governor, release the condemned prisoners from the prison just to look good without telling you. Now something happened, and I thought of letting you take care of it."
Sima Xi hugged his wife's waist and said: "The imperial court official can't help himself, but with you feeling sorry for me, I'm not that aggrieved."
Mrs. Sima snorted: "You'll be able to talk nonsense with me."
Sima Xi added: "Then if I have more contact with the Fu family and establish more power in the yamen, will you be happy?"
"No!" Mrs. Sima refused immediately. She looked up to see her husband smiling at her unhurriedly, and said angrily: "I'm used to bullying me. Okay, hurry up and go to the Yamen. I'm afraid there are still many things to deal with later. I can't do it tonight." It doesn’t matter whether you will come back or not, but you must remember to eat something by yourself, you have a bad appetite..."
Seeing that his wife was about to nag her again, Sima Xi hugged her and stopped her words before saying goodbye and leaving.
Sima Xi, the governor of Qingzhou, is a strange person. It stands to reason that in a sensitive state like Qingzhou, the person who can hold the position of governor must be someone who is close to the Fu family. If he is not a relative or disciple of the Fu family, he should be himself. A person, after all, cannot be an outsider.
But Sima Xi happened to be an outsider. His mentor was a former young minister of Dali Temple who had returned to work eight years ago. When Sima Xi first passed the imperial examination, he worked in Dali Temple. Later, he was promoted and transferred several times, and finally worked in his The second year after his mentor returned home in old age, he was transferred to Qingzhou.
When he first came to Qingzhou, Sima Xi was still a person similar to the previous governors. He interacted with his superiors and interacted with the Fu family. In short, as an outsider, he was firmly on the Fu family's ship. Became part of the Fu family's power.
But after two years, Sima Xi changed. He became lazy and carefree. Although he was still a member of the Fu family, he was more like a pawn. If he could not help the Fu family in political affairs, he would be like a pawn. Even when sitting in the office on weekdays, they are not doing their job properly and are passive and slack in work.
Nowadays, even the people of Qingzhou have almost forgotten that they still have a parent official. On weekdays, if something happens, it is always Master Xiao Kang who will deal with it. Master Fuyin may see him sometimes, but it is short-lived. If you look again, you will never find it.
Qingzhou Fuyin is a freeloader. This is something everyone in Qingzhou City knows. Over time, everyone has become accustomed to it. Anyway, if there is trouble in Qingzhou, it is always the Fu family who is looking for it. The Qingzhou Yamen is built there to look good and purely. It's a decoration, it doesn't matter.
Sima Xi came out of the house and got into the carriage. The carriage was a bit old and the curtains were wrinkled and turned white after being washed. When passing by the main street in the city, he stopped the carriage, lifted the curtain and stuck his head out. , handed three pennies to the fried pancake stall next to him, and said, "Here comes a three-layer pancake."
The vendor was busy stir-frying in the pot. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and glanced at the official Fu Yin. He raised his eyelids and said casually without any respect for the official: "The price has increased recently. A three-layer cake costs four cents.”
Sima Xi clicked his tongue, took out another article, and handed it over.
The vendor wrapped a thick three-layer cake for him, paid him with one hand, and delivered the goods with the other.
The carriage continued to drive, and Sima Xi sat in the car eating fried pancakes, thinking in his heart that if nothing happened in the paddock, he would be in the Fu family's courtyard now, eating the Fu family's delicacies.
I don’t know what the main dish of tonight’s birthday banquet will be. I heard that to show off the grandeur, the Fu family invited several returning royal chefs from Beijing to cook it themselves...
Sima Xi took a hard bite of the fried pancake and felt a lot more depressed for no reason.
When they arrived at the Yamen, they had already finished eating the fried cakes. Sima Xi wiped his hands and walked towards the Yamen.
As soon as I walked in, I heard the sound of wind and fire behind me.
Sima Xi looked back and saw the Yamen Commander running towards him in a panic. When he saw him, he reported: "Sir, it's bad, something happened in the paddock!"
Sima Xi finally understood what happened in the paddock after patiently listening to the yamen commander. He walked back to the yamen and drank a sip of tea. He didn't seem to care much. Only after the yamen commander finished speaking , and asked: "Where is Master Xiao?"
The officer in charge said: "We are still in the paddock, but there is a problem there. The prisoners on death row cannot be taken away at all. There are about a dozen men in black who are highly skilled in martial arts. They are watching the prisoners on death row regardless of whether they are alive or dead. Our people come forward. Not even a step can be accomplished. Master Xiao listened to the second young master's instructions and planned to be tough. Let us go straight up. Good guy, a dart came from the opposite side and almost killed us!" After saying this, he was still afraid that Mr. Fu Yin wouldn't believe it. The yamen servant The commander stretched his neck and pointed to a thin mark next to his throat: "Look, it's right here. As soon as the dart comes over, it will cut across my neck. If it is deeper, I'm afraid I will die!"