Lan Jue paused his hands and frowned even more: "Is he checking Gu Qingzhang?"

Wang Yanheran: "I don't know why he wanted to check a short-lived ghost, beware that he also became a short-lived ghost." He took out a note from his sleeve, "He lives in Shunshun Inn in Zhewu Lane, and I have also written the room number."

After Wang Yan left, Lan Jue immediately called the manager: "I will take leave from the court. The day after tomorrow, you can prepare for me and have a birthday for me."

The manager was stunned: "Master... why did you celebrate your birthday again?"

Lan Jue said: "Mr. Wang recommended a fortune teller for me. I will have a disaster next year. I must make another birthday before the New Year. It is more than one year old, so I can get this disaster. There is no need to make a statement about this matter, just have a meal for my family. By the way, I also called Zhang Ping. He has arrived in the capital and lives in Shunshun Inn, Zheguo Lane, Room 11, you can take him to stay in the mansion tomorrow. He works in a small local county and rashly returns to Beijing, so don't cause any trouble."

The manager agreed. Lan Jue went to Lan Hui's room, checked his homework, and then returned to his bedroom.

It was already very cold, and thick curtains were hung in the bedroom, and charcoal heat was also covered in the walls and bricks. Because it was not very cold, there was not much charcoal, so the room was warm.

Lan Jue took a book and read it under the lamp. Soon he felt a little tired. In the hazy, it seemed that someone was sitting opposite him, looking at him with regret: "Peizhi, do you believe in fate?"

He raised his eyes from the book: "I don't believe it. I don't believe it except myself."

The man sighed lightly: "Pengzhi, this is the best, I have never dared to tell you... In fact, you are destined to have a disaster within thirty-three days, but if you don't believe in your life, this disaster will turn around, so remember it."

He couldn't help but sneer: "Your Majesty just said he wanted to find someone to beat you and me to death, and you said that I won't live long, it's really effective. If you say that others are in trouble everywhere, beware that the first one who doesn't live long is you."

The man looked at him steadily under the lamp: "Pezhi, I know you don't like to listen. I didn't want to tell you, but if I don't say it at this time, I might not have a chance. I'm afraid I really won't live for a few days."

The book in Lan Jue's hand fell to the ground, and he suddenly came back to his senses and looked around, and the room was empty.

He sat for a long time before he stood up and took out an inconspicuous brocade box from the cabinet. There was a piece of jade lying in the box, which was a piece of clear topaz, carved into an apricot fruit, and the jade seemed to carry the remaining warmth from the man's hand.

"Pengzhi, I have nothing to give you... I just hope that in a few years, there will be someone in the world who can remember me, Gu Qingzhang..."

The next day, Lan Jue went to the department to handle the business, filed a leave of absence, and returned to the mansion. The manager said that Zhang Ping had taken it over and was talking to Lan Hui and Wu Shixin.

Lan Jue said: "Let him go to the study."

After changing out of his official uniform and arrived at the study, Lan Jue saw Zhang Ping's wooden figure standing in the middle of the room. When he heard his rigid greeting, a nameless aura surged in his heart and immediately closed the door.

"The head office tells you not to act without action and return to Beijing without permission. Do you think you are long-lasting?"

Zhang Ping lowered his eyelids: "Students have some things that must be checked."

Lan Jue said coldly: "Must? What does it mean? A small county magistrate compiles county annals and stays safely in the county government. This is your necessity."

Zhang Ping looked up, but this time he looked at him without changing his expression: "Sir, if the student does not investigate Gu Qingzhang, he and hundreds of villagers from Gujiazhuang and nearby villagers in Yiping County will die with their eyes open."

Lan Jue hit the table hard: "Diet to be open to your eyes? Who can't die with your eyes? If a person who died of illness knew that he was going to die, how could he die with your eyes? If he didn't know what was going on in the dark, don't imagine it out of nothing!"

The teacup on the table was swept to his cuffs, and it hit the ground with a loud noise. Lan Jue suddenly gave a breath.

He actually did not restrain his anger for a moment.

For the first time in many years, he lost his composure so much that the harmony he had learned in the officialdom for several years turned into zero at this moment. It seemed that in an instant, he was knocked back to his original form, and he was still the poor and sad boy who sold his words on the street.

The room was silent for a moment, and Zhang Ping didn't say anything. Lan Jue held the table, picked up another teacup, took a sip of the cold tea slowly, and said slowly: "No matter what, you will continue to check, right?"

Zhang Ping still didn't say anything.

Lan Jue sighed and turned around: "Well. Actually, it's okay to tell you everything I know. Gu Qingzhang and I had a friendship a few years ago."
Chapter completed!