Chapter 137 The Truth Under Willow Cats

Ning Que remembered that when the college entrance examination was released last year, Xiao Sangsang had stared at Mr. Xie in a daze. Then he realized that this girl was like him, and she was also a mortal who was the most important person. But why did she never stare at herself in a daze? That's naturally because my skin is too ordinary. Thinking of this festival, he looked at her and said melancholy: "A man who looks so beautiful is usually not very good at brains, such as the Prince Longqing."

Sangsang put his little black face on his thin arms and said out of his mind: "Young master, I just want to see how his face was born and why it looks so good. I don't know which cosmetics he uses. Chen Jinji is still Yuzhiyuan. Alas, if you have the opportunity to take a closer look, how great it would be. It would be even better if you could touch his eyebrows."

Ning Que looked at her insane appearance and suddenly realized that over the years, apart from doing housework, his little maid seemed to have no hobbies and joy. He felt a sense of pity in his heart. After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Prince Longqing." I want to enter the second floor of the academy. If you want to see him up close, I will take you there at that time, and you can also cheer me up or something."

"Okay, okay!" Sangsang clapped his little palm and sat upright, then looked at Ning Que's face and corrected it very seriously: "But that day I must have been to cheer for you for the young master, but by the way, I just took a look he."

"This is almost the same, be good."

Ning Que smiled and rubbed her head, then walked towards the back house with his hands on his back, thinking that it seemed that he had to climb to the second floor whether for his life or for the little maid's dream.

Another spring is coming, and willow catkins are floating all over the sky, floating across the wells of Fangshi, floating across the quiet and noble houses in the south city, floating across the lively Zhuque Street, floating over the high vermilion palace walls, and mischievously picked on the tip of the beast's nose. , then gently fell to the ground, glueing the wet ground of the laundry room into a thin piece of felt.

"Uh, I'm wrong, um, I'm really wrong. If His Majesty asked last year, he would be a little more courageous and responded directly, and he wouldn't be like now, looking at a treasure mountain, but not Dare to reach out and touch it."

The rich Hebei accent echoed among the willow catkins in the sky. Xu Chongshan, the slightly fat deputy commander of the Tang Dynasty guard, stood under the railing of the side hall, with his hands in his sleeves, watching those who walked with joy and pride from the imperial study room. The ministers who came out looked at the copies they held with their hands as treasures, and the disdain and contempt in their eyes gradually turned into sour regrets like missing their first love in their hometown.

"You said that you are a big man, why do you have to learn from those ministers' tricks? It's so good, isn't it? It hurts to smash your feet so hard. Now His Majesty likes it more and more, and this is a big deal. The bigger the storm, the less dare I admit that I lied to Your Majesty at that time. This is really a mistake, but it is a mistake."

The little eunuch Lu Ji raised his head and glanced at the commander's face, lowered his voice and suggested, "Sir, we have been watching these months. Even if Ning Que hid it deeper, one day it will be dug out by the court. Not only are our sins of deceiving the king, but our guard office has no benefits at all. Otherwise, we... might as well take a gamble?"

"How to bet?" Xu Chongshan snorted coldly in his nose and said, "Your Majesty likes it, the Empress likes it, and those ministers don't know if it really likes it or fakely, but in short, Your Majesty has been disappointed for so long, and finally found out that we had hidden it. For so long, all his disappointment and love will turn into anger towards you and me. At that time, that boy Ning Que will not have any trouble, but you still need to bear the responsibility?"

Speaking of serious matters, the deputy commander's accent of Hebei has faded a lot. He didn't say anything but called me. How could Lu Ji dare to answer? His eyes rolled and he thought that if there was really that day, the one who took the blame would definitely be the one who took the blame. I, a little eunuch, have to find a way to break the deadlock.

"Lu Ji... You said that except for the Empress, who does Your Majesty trust the most in the palace?" Xu Chongshan suddenly spoke.

Lu Ji was shocked and understood that the deputy commander had seen through his thoughts. He bent with a sad face. After thinking for a long time, he tentatively said, "Master National Master?"

"I don't care what you do about this matter, but in short, I have to do it properly. Through the National Master, let Your Majesty know who the person who wrote the calligraphy was, but I still have to pick the guards out of this matter."

Xu Chongshan gave a light explanation and walked towards the palace gate.

After Lu Ji received such a hot potato, he was reluctant to just watch the adults go out of the matter. He followed him anxiously and said in a low voice: "Master, it's easy to say, how can I pick this?"

"I want to know how to pick it up, so let you think about something!" Xu Chongshan turned around and glared at him, and said angrily, "I am busy with official business every day, so how can I have time to do these small things."

"It's not a magical weapon talisman, but just a broken book. Why did it cause such a big disturbance? The prince Longqing is also a troublesome. He actually has to work to lead the adults to send troops to Taohua Lane to suppress it. It's just a broken beauty Young man, why are the big girl and little wife in Chang'an City going crazy? "

The commander turned away and listened to his complaining and nagging voice from the willow catkins: "The world is so chaotic!"

The peach blossoms in the Peach Blossom Lane in Chang'an City have not yet bloomed, and the peach blossoms outside the Jingyuan Cemetery have just produced countless pink buds. Jingyuan Cemetery is located between Qinglin Youshan Mountain. Those who are qualified to be buried here are basically officials of the Tang Dynasty or wealthy businessmen and famous people. It is now the time to go out and visit the graves. The cemetery is surrounded by cigarettes that cannot be blown away, and paper money ashes piled up in front of the fire net on the edge of the woodland.

A thin high-skinned man in a gray robe stood at the height of the cemetery, quietly watching the movement below, waiting for the people in front of the large stone grave to leave before slowly walking down.

Looking at the glorious resume of the birth and death of the Tang Dynasty censor Zhang Yiqi on the tombstone, the middle-aged man in gray robe was silent for a moment, then walked forward to the tomb pile, slowly stroked the newly pulled grass with his right hand, his palm and fresh ones The grassroots broken surfaces are very close to each other, but they are not fully in contact.

A thin middle-aged man with gray robe named Lin Ling, a master of the Northeast Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty, a great master of the Dongxuan Realm, and was ordered by the general of the Zhenjun Xiahou. He arrived in the capital Chang'an early last winter and began to secretly investigate Zhang Yiqi and others. Death, in the past six months, he had read many files of the Sanchun murder case through his acquaintances in the military. He went to the Blacksmith House in the east of the city and Xiaozhu on the south of the city to conduct on-site inspections several times . As for the Jingyuan Cemetery, it was also the fourth time.

The last two murder cases were not without doubts, but they never caught the real murderer's file. It was the biggest doubt itself, but this border expert did not find any connection between these two files, and he was At the order of General Xiahou, he secretly investigated. Before finding conclusive evidence, it was inconvenient to communicate with the relevant departments of the court, so naturally he could not get help from those departments such as Chang'an Prefecture.

As for the death of the censor Zhang Yiqi, he has read it many times, and he has not seen any problem at all. No matter how he looks, it looks like an elderly censor who is afraid of his wife and is like a tiger. A traffic accident occurred while running out of the brothel. He didn't know that because the Censor's wife was unwilling to give up on Hongxiuzhao at first, Chang'an Mansion did a very solid job of this file. Not to mention that it was him, even if the court sent professionals to see it, it would be impossible to find any in the file. question.

If it were an ordinary person, he had not noticed anything strange for several months, and he might have left Chang'an and returned to the northeastern military camp to present his own judgment, but Lin Ling is not only a master in the Cave Xuan Realm, but also a The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty had enough perseverance and patience to persevere before they were completely confirmed, not to mention that he knew better than anyone else that General Xiahou and military advisor Gu Xi would never accept any vague conclusions.

Before leaving, military advisor Gu Xi once told him that the most important thing about the three murders in Chang'an City was the death of the censor Zhang Yiqi. The general did not need him to find out whether there was any connection between these murders, he only needed to confirm the imperial examination. There is no other doubt about whether Shi Zhang Yiqi died in a traffic accident.

"The suburbs of Chang'an City, the tombs of powerful people..." Lin Ling quietly looked at the tomb pile in front of him, his brows slowly frowned, and his voice was so light that it was hard to hear and sighed: "You can't ask Chang'an Mansion to open a coffin and examine the autopsy, and you can't take it. When the court investigated the risk of anger, it opened the tomb by itself. How can we find out if there is any problem with the death of the censor in the coffin?"

Although he had never found anything, although he seemed to be in a dilemma, he still did not choose to leave, but his face gradually showed a look of perseverance. He took a few steps back, lifted up the front of his green robe and sat on the ground.

What he did next would greatly damage his cultivation, and it was similar to looking for a small stone grain in the haystack. What was even more troublesome was that he himself didn't know if there was that small stone grain in the haystack. But he still decided to do this, because only by doing things this way can he convince himself to leave Chang'an.

In this way, this powerful man from the Northeast Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty sat down between the tomb groups. Let the willow catkins fall gently on his clothes, let the newborn green peach buds look at him mockingly on the tips, and sat from morning to afternoon, his shadow shrinks from slant, and his face becomes increasingly The paler.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Ling slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Censor's Tomb not far in front of him. His face showed an extremely shocked expression, but there was doubt in his eyes and a little relaxed appeared. It seems that I feel relieved because I have determined something or made some speculation.

He lifted his sleeves and gently wiped off the sweat beads that were about to drip from the tip of his eyebrows. He stood up with difficulty, held his tired waist and took a deep breath of the air mixed with smoke from the sky above the tomb group, and walked slowly towards Chang'an City. go.

On the second day, the quietness of the tomb of the Censor Zhang Yiqi was disturbed again. The person who came was not the fierce wife who cried yesterday, nor the concubines who were plump and dry and howling without tears, but Lin Ling and several Chang'ans. The yamen runner of the palace.

Today, Lin Ling did not wear that blue casual uniform, but was wearing a Tang army uniform, which looked particularly neat and powerful. He looked back and bowed to the several Chang'an government runners and said softly: "Sir, since I am a humble official, I am willing to take my head to the head of my husband. As a security guard, how dare we ask when will we open the coffin?"

The yamen runners separated, and the Chang'an Prefectural Order Shangguan Yangyu walked out with a frown.

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