Chapter 808 A new official took office, a border town
Xu Ruyun, the head of the Supervision Department, was not in the capital city, and Mu Fangyun took his place temporarily to supervise the officials.
After receiving a letter from Fei Ge, the usually calm head of the Department of Justice had bulging veins in the corners of his eyes and almost ran away on the spot.
"What happened?"
Seeing that she was not breathing well, Xiao Wei, the head of the financial department, took the note and looked at the ten lines at a glance, and his face suddenly became ugly.
"Ghosts claim their lives, take revenge and murder, how can I tell His Majesty about such bizarre things?"
Mu Fangyun's forehead hurt from anger, and she was even a little angry at the secret agent of the imperial court who reported the matter.
"This matter is related to the prefect of Jizhou, and His Majesty can't hide it."
Xiao Wei frowned and pondered, and gave her own suggestion: "How about this, immediately call back the female officer of the Supervision Department who was stationed in Jizhou, and send another person to investigate the matter thoroughly, and report to His Majesty after the truth is found out."
"It's not right, Jizhou is far away, and it takes too long to go back and forth. The prefect's official position is vacant, and there may be disasters."
Mu Fangyun sighed deeply, and smiled wryly: "There is no other way now, but to bite the bullet and report to His Majesty, and obey His Majesty's instructions."
"I'll go with you."
Xiao Wei patted her on the shoulder, comforting her in her own way.
"good."
Mu Fangyun smiled in relief, accepting her kindness frankly.
The four eyes met, and the two of them could see the tacit understanding from each other's eyes.
The imperial court ordered the official to die suddenly, and the empress was furious, ordering Mu Fangyun to investigate the matter thoroughly in person.
At the same time, he sent his confidantes to take over the prefect of Jizhou and go with him to take office in Jizhou.
Ten days later, a group of people appeared in Jizhou City in a hurry.
At this time, a group of young men have already crossed half of Fengqi country along the Xiling mountain range, and arrived at the southern border of Fengqi and the border with southern Xinjiang. They are about to leave the customs and go to Nanxun country.
Southern Xinjiang has a vast territory, high temperature and rainy seasons, humid and hot all year round.
The mountains are steep, swamps are everywhere, and in the dangerous tropical jungle, there are countless rare medicinal herbs.
The Spirit Snake Valley, located in the hinterland of the Chifeng Mountains, is full of flowers and grasses.
It attracts a large number of explorers to come here all the year round, risking being bitten by poisonous insects and beasts, entering the valley to pick exotic flowers and plants.
Fengqi is on the border of southern Xinjiang, a small town in Anping.
The remote town is more prosperous than the city of Buzhou, and the small town center is bustling. There are constant shouts of various businesses on the roadside, and people come and go in front of restaurants and teahouses.
"Boss, here are ten potstickers."
A group of young men led their horses into the small town and wandered along the busiest street in the center of the town.
Shi Shi looked at a small stall selling pot stickers not far ahead, took out a few copper coins from his purse, and walked over with a smile.
"Hehe, little brother, is ten potstickers enough? I won't come here for a few more. After crossing the border, I will never taste the taste of my hometown again."
The peddler selling pot stickers saw eight teenagers leading horses, their narrow eyes narrowed, and they were very enthusiastic to solicit business for themselves.
"Sure, let's bring a few more."
Hearing what the peddler said was interesting, Shi Shi took out a few copper coins from his wallet and handed them to him with a smile: "A total of twenty potstickers are needed."
"Okay, hot potstickers just out of the pan, here we come."
The peddler was beaming with joy, and quickly shoveled twenty potstickers from the iron pan, wrapped them in white paper, and handed them over.
(end of this chapter)