The Luo River flows through the city, so there are many bridges across the river in the city, with different shapes.
Next to Mingyue Tower on Zhuque Street, a luxurious and beautiful Feihong Bridge is located over the Luo River.
The moon is full this night, and many people are setting river lanterns here to pray for blessings and make wishes.
Suddenly someone saw a black mass floating along the Luohe River, scattering or knocking over many river lanterns.
A few brave people used bamboo poles to provoke it and turned it over.
I was surprised to find that it was a corpse!
It has long been unrecognizable and swollen abnormally.
The onlookers couldn't help but scream loudly and retreated in all directions.
"Dead man!"
"Ghost!"
"Faceless ghost!"
Hearing this sound, Sima Ying had already stood up and looked out the window.
Liu Yao and the two brothers from the Yang family also stood up, but they blocked Yang Xianrong's side and just looked around.
Yang Xianrong, who was eating fish, was startled and asked behind his elder brother Yang Xianyong: "What's going on?"
"Third sister, don't be afraid. I'll go take a look." Yang Xianyong was always very courageous and eager to try. He planned to jump down from the second floor window to see what happened.
Mao Hongbin hugged him and said repeatedly, "My little ancestor, this is the second floor, my restaurant. If you fall out, what should I do?"
"Hey, Uncle Mao, I know martial arts." Yang Xianyong struggled a few times after being hugged by the waist, "Let me go quickly, I want to watch the fun."
"That can't be done. What should we do if there is really a ghost?" Mao Hongbin had great strength and hugged him tightly.
"Where is the ghost in the world?!" At this point, Sima Ying and Liu Yao said it in unison.
"So, is this another murder case?" Yang Xianyong nervously grabbed Yang Xianrong, who was still eating fish, "Third sister, it's not safe here, you'd better go home first."
"Brother, I can't go home, I can only go back to the palace." Yang Xianrong couldn't laugh or cry, "If I go back home, the palace will be turned upside down."
"Oh, yes, yes, I'll take you back to the palace quickly."
"No, look what's going on? Luoyang City is really busy." When Yang Xianrong said this, he looked at Sima Ying.
Sima Ying happened to look at her, and for some reason her heart trembled, feeling that her words really meant something.
"The Beijun Mansion will send people over, so let's not join in the fun." Mao Hongbin was still very insistent and would not let Yang Xianyong jump.
"Second brother, sit down." Yang Xianrong pushed the wine bowl in front of him, "Such a big city like Luoyang has its own people to take care of things. This corpse must have floated here along the current, I'm afraid several people died too. Oh my god."
"Oh." Yang Xianyong actually stopped struggling and sat down honestly.
Liu Yao looked at her in surprise and asked, "How did you know?"
"Isn't this a very simple thing?" Yang Xianrong did not stop using his chopsticks, and picked up another chopstick of vegetables and put it into his bowl. "The Luo River runs from west to east, and the river here is the widest. Listening to the following, this person has no face, that is, it is swollen. It can also be inferred that this person has been dead for four or five days, and his hair has been soaked ”
While saying this, Yang Xianrong picked up a piece of tofu puff and put it in his mouth, which made Liu Yao's eyes widen and he turned his head.
This meal is really not easy to swallow.
"Your Majesty." Sima Ying's attendant stood at the door of the box.
"Yeah, tell me." Sima Ying responded.
"A female body was found by the Feihong Bridge. Mr. Zhu from the Beijun Mansion has come over and is checking the situation below."
"what else?"
"My subordinates just took a quick look. The female corpse's face... was shattered, because after the blisters, it looked extremely scary."
"Your face is broken?" Sima Ying was shocked.
"Yes." The attendant paused again, "There are already several big holes, only a little bit of skin and flesh are connected..."
Everyone who heard this shivered, and a north wind blew in from the window, which was actually a bit chilly to the bone.
"... Got it." Sima Ying waved her hand, signaling for the attendant to continue to inquire about the news. He looked at Yang Xianrong and asked, "Go back to the palace."
"Well, finish this bowl of rice." Yang Xianrong was still eating hard, and Mao Hongbin scooped up a bowl of hot soup for her.
"Eat slowly, it's all yours."
"It's really delicious. Uncle Mao didn't lie to me." Yang Xianrong took a sip of the soup and was satisfied.
"Then our bet is complete. I'm waiting for you to copy the Mahaprajna Sutra." Mao Hongbin smiled even more.
After such a tossing, the drunkenness has already surged up, and his face has turned red.
"Of course! Don't worry, it's only 30,000 words. Give me twenty days." Yang Xianrong was full. After all, he didn't have a big appetite, but he felt extremely satisfied. "Today, I am leaving the palace incognito. Without the tacit consent of the Emperor and Master Xu, as well as the help of King Zhao and King Chengdu, I would not have been able to come out."
Sima Ying glanced at her and then turned stern.
"Then you are no longer the governor, so you can't enter the palace?"
"This... I have never thought about it." Mao Hongbin was also vague.
"Look, in places like Taishan County, we don't have such strict hierarchies. You can come in and out of my house at any time and chat with my grandmother. But that's not the case here now. It's easy for officials to go in and out of the palace. So. , do you want to continue to be an official?"
He said this as if the officials of the Jin Dynasty were playing a house game.
Sima Ying's face turned dark again.
"Yang Xiaorong, you know that I really don't like being an official. Now, I am really happy to be a winemaker in my brother's restaurant." Mao Hongbin kept shaking his head.
"Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. Third sister, you should go back to the palace first." The eldest brother Yang Xianyong urged.
"Yes, when you finish writing, I will just go to the palace to get it." Yang Xiankang also said.
"It would be nice if I were a clerk in the Beijun Mansion. I would be more comfortable." Yang Xianrong said this in a slightly soft voice. Liu Yao on the side heard it and nodded secretly.
"Come on, there will be trouble soon if the palace is locked up." Mao Hongbin also urged him, and he acted like an elder, "Be obedient."
"Okay." Yang Xianrong adjusted his clothes and then said to Sima Ying: "Your Majesty, let's go."
"Okay." Sima Ying nodded in agreement.
Naturally, the Yang family brothers also wanted to give it away, and Liu Yao also wanted to follow. Mao Hongbin immediately asked the kitchen to prepare several large food boxes to carry... Sima Ying and a few followers followed. Even though they left through the back door, they were still pretty obvious.
It was very close to the palace, and everyone sent her to the side entrance of the palace.
Sima Ying sent Yang Xianrong directly back to Tianyuan Hall. She watched her maids hurriedly taking the food boxes and pouring tea over, and then said: "I want strong tea, your master has been drinking."
"Hey, Prince, this winter wine is okay, not too drunk." Yang Xianrong felt a little embarrassed and touched his face.
"Your face is red. Are you still drunk? Go back to bed." Sima Ying looked at Yang Xianrong's face carefully in the candlelight. This was the third time he looked at her so seriously.
The first time was at the ancestral home of the Yang family in Taishan County. He was surprised by the beauty and grandeur of this woman.
The second time was in front of the gilded and splendid Feng Luan. He saw the dignity, beauty and embarrassment and determination.
The third time was today's talk in the lobby and the coquettish behavior of the little daughter in Mingyue Tower.
After all, which one is the real her?
Why does this little woman have so many faces?
