Chapter 96: Jiang Ling's little black hand

Chapter 96: Jiang Ling's little black hand

   Chapter 96 Jiang Ling's Little Black Hand

   Early in the morning on the tenth day of the first lunar month, Zhou Qiwen, the master of Jingzhao Mansion who had stayed up for two nights, finally wrote the memorial of the Jiang Song poisoning case, and presented his hands to Zhang Wenjiang, the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, "Please take a look."

   "Okay." Zhang Wenjiang, dressed in sacrificial clothes, was very satisfied with the thickness of the memorial, and opened it and scanned it.

The memorial details how he led the officials of Jingzhao Mansion to investigate the case day and night after receiving the imperial decree; details how Shen Rong, the deputy commander of the Xicheng Bing and Ma Si, deceived the top and the lower, resulting in the chaos in the management of the Xicheng Bing and Ma Si prison, which led to the There is no trace of the poisoned person; details of how Kong Neng, the deputy envoy of Chen Xicheng's army and Ma Si patrol street, avenged his personal revenge, detained and threatened Jiang Song and two innocent children. At the end of the memorial is written: The minister weeps and worships, and asks the sage to rule the incompetence of the minister.

If you hand over this book, Long Live will be able to experience his suffering as the governor of Jingzhao. The governor of Jingzhao has no right to supervise the affairs of the military officials of the five cities at any time. He, the governor of the Jingzhao government, neglected his duty, why!

  It should be written like this, Zhang Wenjiang closed the book with satisfaction, and praised, "Master is very talented."

  Master smiled very modestly, "It's all thanks to the good guidance of the adults."

   Zhang Wenjiang asked, "How is the Jiang family?"

  Ren Dali immediately said, "After Jiang Song returned to the house, he dragged his sick body to his home and urged Jiang Feng and his nephews to study."

   Very good, the Holy Master likes to hear this. Zhang Wenjiang asked again, "How is the Meng family?"

  Ren Dali immediately replied, "Meng Huizhou drove his son Meng Xunzhen out of the capital on the fourth day of the first day. On the sixth day of the sixth day, he had a drink with his colleagues in the Criminal Department at Baiwei Building in the West City."

   "Send someone to find out the connection between Meng San and Princess Leyang's mansion." After Zhang Wenjiang gave the order, he put Zhezi in his arms and entered the palace to ask for a view and the emperor.

At this time, in the Jiang Mansion in Shifeng Lane, Huijiafang, watching Jiang Ling swooshing past him, Jiang Sanlang lost his last bit of energy, and slumped by the pond crying, "I can't run a step. Come on! Mother, Saburo can't run anymore, mother—"

   Auntie has been out of Beijing for hundreds of miles, and she can't hear you no matter how loud you are. Jiang Ling turned back and stretched out his little black hand to Jiang Sanlang, "Third brother, brother is pulling you to run."

   Seeing this terrifying little black hand, Jiang Saburo cried even louder.

  Xiao Shilang hurried to the third brother, shook his head and sighed, "Brother Ling did not cry when he was tied with thirty pieces of iron, but the third brother still cried when he tied five pieces of iron, you are not ashamed!"

   "You still have the face to talk about me without a piece of it!" Jiang Saburo grabbed a handful of soil and raised it towards the annoying fourth.

  Xiao Shirou dodged the third brother's attack with a dodge, and turned around triumphantly to show him his back, "Who said I didn't, here, third brother!"

A pound of iron with holes on four sides was tied to his back. This kind of iron was made by Jiang Cai's blacksmith. The clothes were sewn by the sewing room in the house. The front center, back, waist, arms and There are small pouches and ties on the legs to hold the iron pieces in place.

   Jiang Saburo looked at the piece of iron strapped to Shirou's back and exploded with anger! Jiang Ling bullies, you dare to bully me! "Stop for me, I'll kill you!"

   "Hey—can't catch up, can't catch up!" Koishirou jumped up and made a face, patted his little butt, and ran away giggling.

   Jiang Saburo just got up to catch up, but Liao Yuandong, who had to be tied with as many iron pieces as Jiang Ling, fell to the ground again.

  In the pavilion in the center of the pond, Jiang Mujin, who was watching the excitement, giggled. Liao Chunling patted the railing to encourage her brother, "Brother, get up, Cousin Ling has pulled you down for three laps. If you don't get up, you won't be able to catch up!"

   He couldn't catch up even when he got up, and his brother ran ten laps in one lap. Jiang Liu moved his short legs along the covered bridge to the edge of the pond to wait for his brother.

   When the tall and long-legged brother came running over, Jiang Liudian handed over the prepared handkerchief, very proud in his heart, "Brother, tired-no?"

   "Not tired." Jiang Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead casually, "Is your sister tired?"

  …

   She was watching from the pavilion, what's so tired? Jiang Liu shook his head.

   "I'll run a few more laps, and we'll go together when they finish running." Jiang Ling handed the veil to his sister and ran again, overtaking Jiang Sanlang, who was crawling on snails, and Liao Yuandong, who was unloading iron pieces.

  When Jiang Liu returned to the small pavilion on the pond, his cousin was envious, "Cousin Ling is tied with so many iron pieces, and he can still run so fast, it's amazing!"

   Jiang Mujin smiled and bumped into her cousin's shoulder, "Do you want to know how Brother Ling did it?"

   "Think!" Liao Chunling's eyes sparkled.

   "Of course—it was trained by Sixth Sister!" Jiang Mujin laughed, leaning back and forth.

   Liao Chunling suddenly realized, "Cousin is much heavier than those iron pieces, right?"

   Jiang stayed silent. My brother's strength was not learned from her back. The armor of a Da Zhou military general weighs dozens of pounds. Born in a family of military generals, my brother has to get used to the weight of the armor since he was a child. Otherwise, how can he wear armor to kill the enemy when he grows up?

  Supervisor Jiang Saburo finished ten laps. Jiang Ling took his sister back to the west courtyard to bathe and change before going to the north courtyard to give her grandmother a meal in the morning.

   At the dinner table in the outhouse, Jiang Erye and Jiang Sanlang were more depressed than each other.

   "Second brother, eat more." Jiang Huai first put a fried sesame ball for the second brother, and then added a small meat bun to Saburo, "So is Saburo."

   Xiaoshiro quit, "Father, Shiro also ran ten laps!"

   "You're a good boy too." Jiang Huai raised her eyebrows and gave her son a small meat bun.

   "Shiro tied one piece of iron, I tied five!" Saburo was not convinced, and lowered his head to eat the bun. The chopsticks were useless, and he was too tired to lift his arms.

   Shiro raised his head, "Brother Ling **** thirty pieces and ran sixteen laps!"

so smart? Jiang Song and Jiang Huai both looked at Jiang Ling, Liao Yuandong bowed his head in shame, secretly determined that he would run as much as Jiang Ling tomorrow.

   Jiang Ling said modestly, "My nephew practiced a lot, so I ran a few more steps."

   "You have to learn more from Ling'er." After Jiang Song praised his nephew, he saw that his second brother was holding chopsticks with his left hand. Saburo buried his head in the bowl and ate the buns, and immediately became angry, "Eat well! And you!"

   Jiang Erye was about to cry, "Brother, my wrist hurts."

   Jiang Saburo burst into tears, "Father, both of our arms are shaking."

  The Jiang family is not allowed to wait at the table when they eat. This is the rule passed down by the great-grandfather. Jiang Ling, who was sitting beside his father, took the chopsticks in his left hand with his little black hand, picked up the sesame ball and brought it to his mouth.

  Er Ye Jiang was eating sesame **** and lamented that this son did not suffer in vain.

  Jiang Saburo swallowed a bun and turned to discuss with his second uncle, "Second uncle, how about my nephew write for you, and you run for your nephew?"

   Jiang Erye's eyes lit up, "So much..."

  Jiang Song said with a sullen face, "If the trouble continues, you two will run together in the morning and read together after dinner!"

   Jiang Erye and Jiang Sanlang immediately wilted.

   Seeing how pitiful his father has been these past few days, Jiang Ling asked his uncle, "Uncle, why does my father have to study for the top prize in literature, but not in martial arts?"

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