Chapter 111 On Movement on the Tower

Although the people of the Tang Empire were fierce, Chang'an City was the best place, as the best place, countless court and military camps were scattered, and dignitaries lived there. The public security in daily life was of course extremely good.

Except for the life-and-death duel of cutting hands, there are very few abnormal death cases in Chang'an City. Of course, the killing poke that passed by His Majesty in the palace that night in Chunfeng Pavilion was naturally not included.

So after the murder on the lakeside of Nancheng, the Chang'an government office suddenly became nervous in the morning. The new judicial officer squatted in the mortar room with his coroner and did not dare to go out. The duty officer ran around with more than a hundred yamen runners sweating all over. Between the market, the current Chang'an Prefectural Order Shangguan Yangyu, who had just gotten up, looked extremely ugly.

"Sir, the murderer must be a veteran. He scattered around the murder site and found no clues. He just found a piece of clothing in the side alley of Zhuque Street. It was probably the murderer who was left behind."

The criminal official responsible for the investigation of major cases respectfully handed over the ragged coat and another piece of cloth in his hand, saying, "It is not because of the subordinates who are not good at doing their jobs, and the Yulin Army and the others have also chased and lost them."

Shangguan Yangyu took the ragged coat, then took the piece of cloth and looked at the morning light that penetrated into the hall. His triangle eyes were almost turning into two soybeans, but he couldn't tell the reason, and he said hoarsely. He asked, "Let the old man in the Sili check this garment. If there is no clue to the material, focus on the needlework."

"This dress is a ready-to-wear from Lanxiufang. Someone has knocked on the door and asked. This style of ready-to-wear was produced several years ago. I don't know how many pieces were sold. This one is obviously old, so... …" The subordinate looked up at the expression on the adult's face and said carefully: "No matter whether it is needlework or fabric, it can be found."

"Shangguan Yangyu gently stroked the sparse beard under his jaw, with no expression on his face, and said calmly: "The court raises us officials just to do things. If it is difficult to investigate, wouldn't we not investigate? "

After hesitating for a moment, the subordinate came forward and whispered, "Sir, the outer cloak left by the murderer was slashed out countless holes by the sword edge, but the sword was not stained with a trace of blood. According to the subordinate's judgment, there are only two types. possible."

"Say." Shangguan Yuyang said annoyed with his slow temperament.

"The first type is that the murderer was wearing a very expensive soft armor close to his body, but looking at the cracks on the clothes, especially the locations of some cracks, even the best soft armor in the empire can't be guarded against that Where."

The subordinate looked at him again, his voice lowered: "Then there is only the second possibility... This murderer is a powerful man at the peak of martial arts. Ordinary weapons and even flying swords can only be cut. If you open his coat, but you can't penetrate his protective vital layer at all, you will naturally not bleed."

Hearing the words "A Peak Martial Arts Strongest Man", Shangguan Yangyu's fingers stroking his beard suddenly froze, and his eyes suddenly became cold as he looked at his subordinates... Just relying on his vital energy to protect himself, he could resist the sword master's flying sword's martial arts strongman. What a fierce character, there are so many such powerful people in the entire empire.

"Nonsense!" Shangguan Yangyu stared at his subordinates coldly and said in a cold voice: "My peak martial arts powerhouse in the Tang Dynasty is the four great generals with outstanding meritorious achievements. Not to mention that these four generals received the emperor I have been stationed in the border for many years. Even if they are now in Chang'an City, do you want to say that a great general will commit a murder? "

The subordinate bowed repeatedly, indicating that he had no intention of this.

"If it was a peak martial arts powerhouse from a foreign country... it was even more impossible."

Shangguan Yangyu said with a gloomy face: "As soon as these people enter Chang'an City, the court will closely monitor them. If they dare to make any changes, aren't they afraid that the National Master will directly suppress them!"

This is impossible, that is impossible, so what is possible? The subordinate complained in his heart, raised his head and looked at the adults with anticipation, thinking that you have to show us a way.

"According to the routine procedures, the murder case on the lakeside will be archived first, and then you and others will work hard to investigate the case and strive to solve the case as soon as possible."

Shangguan Yangyu said slowly. The hidden meaning in this sentence is very clear. The so-called struggle to solve the case as soon as possible is to strive for it. Even if you cannot solve the case as soon as possible, as long as no one asks questions in the court, no one will care.

Looking at his subordinate who was retreating from his order, Shangguan Yangyu shook his head, took out his handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped away the sweat from his face hard. The slightly red rosaceae was immediately wiped a little redder.

When he heard that the murderer was most likely a strong man at the peak of martial arts, the new Chang'an Prefecture Prime Minister wanted to retreat because he knew that this matter must be very troublesome.

As a senior official of the Tang Empire, Shangguan Yangyu was despicable, but he didn't even have this responsibility. However, he knew that if this murder case was involved in a very broad and profound way, it would not be a problem that Chang'an Prefecture could solve alone. If no other department or office takes action, it means that some people in the court do not want to make this matter a problem.

"Your Majesty is so kind."

He bowed and bowed respectfully to the north with his hands, his ugly face full of gratitude and tears: "He promoted the lower official from the judicial army to the prefect of Chang'an. Your Majesty loves the lower official with great virtues. How dare the lower official cause trouble for Your Majesty?"

There is an old pagoda made of yellow bricks in the south city. The tower body is damaged and green vines are entangled in it. It looks like it may collapse at any time. However, after so many years, the old pagoda is still standing between small temples, watching others rise up. Others build tall buildings and low buildings, others build brothels, silent and quiet.

Every spring, countless geese return from the south. Before going to Xunyang Lake in Gushan County to spend the heat, they will always fly through Chang'an City, and then circulate around this old tower for many days. At that time, the shadows of geese cover the sky and the birds sing. The scene is spectacular.

No one knows why these geese flying high and sleeping by the water at night appear in the bustling Chang'an City. They are so interested in this old tower, but they have become accustomed to it over time. In recent years, thousands of geese are flying and dancing. The scene has become another scenic spot for the people of Chang'an to enjoy the spring, and the old pagoda also has a name: Wanyan Pagoda.

There is a monk living on the Wanyan Pagoda Pagoda, who is accompanied by the blue lamp and Buddha statue in the niche, the scriptures and ink on the table, and rarely goes down the pagoda, and even less meets the Zen women in the back garden.

This monk called himself the Walled Yang, and he was the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

Today he welcomed a guest with the same honorable status.

The national master of the Tang Dynasty, Li Qingshan, looked at the monk who was copying scriptures at the table and said, "Last night... Zhuque woke up."

The monk Boxer did not raise his head and replied calmly: "The divine objects left by the saints of the previous generation have their true meanings between movement and stillness. How can we ordinary people who are still trapped in the world know that why should Brother Qingshan disturb himself? "

(There must be a transition, otherwise, this way of writing will always be something that will be hard-working in the third update, and you will be able to write a dead end. In addition, this chapter only has two thousand words, because the last chapter yesterday was four thousand words. So... I'm not cheating, right? I'll try my best to write it out early tonight, bow and bleed away, spraying your blood...)