Fang Xiaoshang served as a clerk in the Imperial College, and his official position was from the ninth grade.
They were the so-called ninth-grade Sesame Officials.
In fact, he was even worse than a ninth-grade Sesame Official.
He was either copying or copying all day.
Without the backing of a great clan, being able to become an official in the capital was already a huge stroke of luck.
However, his classmate from back then had relied on the aristocratic families and had long climbed over his head.
Fang Xiaoshang was unwilling to accept this and scoffed at it.
It would be a lie to say that he had no talent and no connections.
The Great Tang he was loyal to was not the Great Tang of the aristocratic families, but the Great Tang of the people of the world.
Only after entering the officialdom did he truly understand the darkness of officialdom. The great clans banded together, and the forces fought openly and secretly.
Because of this, Fang Xiaoshang was even more unwilling to join in.
Therefore, he was gradually alienated and isolated by his colleagues.
Without friends, there would be less socializing and more time to study.
When he had nothing to do, he liked to delve into the laws of the Great Tang and study the cases of the past dynasties.
Hence, his colleagues in the directorate gave him the nickname, Xing Gui.
It was said that at that time, a colleague could not stand Fang Xiaoshang's diligence and used the laws of the Great Tang to make trouble for him.
In the end, Fang Xiaoshang knew the law by heart.
It was like a ghost in the criminal law, hence the name.
On this day, Fang Xiaoshang had just finished copying.
Since he had nothing to do, he picked up Li Qin's poem from the Ruoshui Poetry Meet.
When he thought about it again, the shock he felt back then did not diminish at all.
"Good poem, truly a good poem."
"Tsk tsk tsk." A strange voice suddenly sounded, causing Fang Xiaoshang to frown. It was his classmate, Han Jinglin.
"Reading lousy books all day."
"I still have to copy it here. It's useless.”
Han Jinglin had just attached himself to the Cui family of Qinghe a few days ago, so he was like the sun in the middle of the sky in the directorate.
Looking at Fang Xiaoshang, who had always been better than him, he naturally disliked him in every way.
Fang Xiaoshang couldn't be bothered with him. He picked up the laws of the Great Tang and flipped through them.
Han Jinglin's fist landed on cotton. He was unhappy and was about to continue mocking her.
However, he was interrupted by a sudden voice.
"Milord, this is Fang Xiaoshang.”The director of the directorate bowed and led a person in." Fang Xiaoshang, hurry up and greet Lord Du."”
"Fang Xiaoshang, Xing Gui?" While Fang Xiaoshang was still immersed in his book, someone suddenly came to his door.
Fang Xiaoshang was stunned when he looked in the direction of the voice.
Du Ruhui, Lord Du!
Why would the dignified Minister of Official Personnel Affairs come here?
Du Ruhui smiled faintly when he saw the young man who was neither servile nor overbearing in the imperial court that day was dumbstruck.
Fang Xiaoshang hurriedly walked out from behind the table and bowed respectfully.
Fang Xiaoshang knew that Du Ruhui loved the people like his son and hated evil like his enemy. He had no disrespect for such an official.
Du Ruhui took out a golden scroll from his sleeve and said,""Fang Xiaoshang, are you still not going to accept the decree?"
Accept the decree?
Not only were the directorates dumbfounded, Fang Xiaoshang was also dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Everyone knelt on the ground in unison.
Du Ruhui slowly read out,"Imperial College Clerk Fang Xiaoshang, listen up."”
"Order the Imperial College clerk, Fang Xiaoshang, to be the Secretary of the Supreme Court. He will be ranked from the sixth rank and above. He will be in charge of investigating the corruption and assassination case of Chang 'an County Magistrate Cui Wannian.”
"Respect this."
Fang Xiaoshang's mind went blank.
He did not even remember how he received the imperial edict. When he came back to his senses, Lord Du had already left.
His colleagues from the directorate all had strange looks in their eyes.
Han Jinglin's face was flushed red, and he wished he could find a hole to hide in.
So it wasn't that he didn't want to rely on her, but that he had a thicker thigh!
The light snow in the west city of Chang 'an did not cover up the prosperity.
The streets were bustling with people.
Su Xiaoshan followed behind the two of them. She couldn't get a word in edgewise. She felt that she shouldn't have followed them.
Hence, he used the excuse of returning to Hundred Fragrance Square and ran away.
"Candied haws, one coin for a skewer.”
"Hot meat buns only cost one coin!”
There was an endless stream of peddling.
Li Qin was used to the silence and was actually a little uncomfortable for a moment.
Fang Yaoyi looked at the somewhat uneasy youth and secretly smiled.
"Stay away from me. You're so dirty.”At this moment, a luxuriously dressed girl pinched her nose and gently raised her foot, kicking a three-year-old girl to the ground.
In the cold winter, the little girl's clothes were tattered and thin.
Her little face was red from the cold, and the toes of her tattered shoes were purple and cracked.
This kick was not light. The little girl fell to the ground, her hand cut by the hard gravel.
The little girl got up shakily and looked down at her tattered shoes. With tears in her big eyes, she whispered,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Big Sister.”
" I haven't eaten for a few days. Just now…"
"I fainted from hunger just now and accidentally bumped into you. I'm sorry, Big Sister.”
The girl frowned and said in a sharp voice,""Whose trash is this? How unlucky.”
The little girl nervously pinched the corner of her clothes with her small hands and bit her lips tightly to stop her tears from falling." Nini is not trash. Nini is just too hungry.”
Hearing the little girl's low voice, the girl didn't know which nerve she had triggered, but she didn't say anything and reached out to pinch the little girl's face.
His sharp nails pinched the little girl's frozen face. The red gradually turned purple and blood seeped out.
The frostbitten skin would hurt a lot with just a little force.
The little girl was only three or four years old. How could she withstand such pain?
Because of the pain, the little girl's tears fell in large drops.
"Sister hurts. Nini didn't do it on purpose.”
"Sister, please don't hit Nini.”
"I'll help you wash your clothes."
"Please don't pinch me."
"A wild child without parents." The girl in white clothes did not give up. She exerted more strength on her hands, and the blood flowed along her nails.
It mixed with the little girl's tears.
" Big Sister, I'm sorry…"
"I really didn't do it on purpose."
"I'm sorry…"
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