Today's Holy Master is indeed wise, but he is also too strong.
In particular, I don't like the people below me to do their own thing and do their own thing. But if the results are acceptable, there is still a glimmer of hope.
However, Hongze's current situation is not optimistic.
Han Qinglan heard all the situation, lowered her eyes with a solemn expression, and immediately pulled Hong Ze to talk some gossip and went to the opposite side of the Qianbu Corridor in the direction of Zongzheng Temple.
"You didn't write this transfer order yourself, did you?"
Hong Ze was anxious to take Han Qinglan to the crime scene to investigate. Who would have thought that after hearing the situation, his good brother actually took his arm and walked in the opposite direction?
Fortunately, the two of them still had some tacit understanding. When he saw Han Qinglan winking secretly, Hong Ze managed to calm down his temper and ran away without picking up the person, and he was still able to sing along with them.
"Huh? Do you dare to say this is fake?"
While the two were talking, Mr. Shinjia had already escorted the "prisoner" pulled out of the car and crossed the threshold of Zongzheng Temple.
The imperial guard who accompanied him was left outside the courtyard gate separated by a wall, allowing him to "bathe in the sun" under the unobstructed corridor.
Han Qinglan and Hong Ze were bickering and striding over. Although their voices were not loud, their posture was eye-catching enough.
Therefore, acquaintances of the two men were naturally drawn out of this group of imperial guardsmen who had nothing to do at the moment.
"Lao Hong, Qinglan! What are you doing?"
Although it was expected, when Han Qinglan was stopped by someone, what appeared on his face was the shock of being suddenly stopped.
"Zijing? Why are you here? Are you trying to imitate this guy..."
Zhao Zijing didn't wait for Han Qinglan to finish speaking, then punched Han Qinglan on the shoulder and cursed with a smile:
"Who can I compare myself to? Besides, am I such an inconspicuous person?"
Hong Ze was so worried that he was not in the mood to talk to these two idle people. After directly greeting him with a punch, Han Qinglan smiled and asked Zhao Zijing:
"Then you are being ordered to run an errand? But the one who is commanding you... is still a baby, right?"
A slightly teasing tone is the best way to motivate people in the army.
Especially when this "baby" yelled at Zhao Zijing and others without taking them seriously, these words were even more intolerable.
In fact, Han Qinglan had been paying attention to this while listening to Hong Ze's narration. Although I didn't see the appearance of Mr. Shining Armor, judging from his stature, he should be around sixteen or seventeen years old. I said this deliberately just to find out the truth.
But although Zhao Zijing was indeed so excited that his veins jumped, he only smiled bitterly in the end. After scanning around to make sure no one was paying attention, he dragged the two of them to a remote corner, waved his hand and said:
"Hey, don't mention it! You're such a loser for taking this job today! Qinglan, you don't even know who that is, so you dare to call him a 'baby'!"
Hong Ze was also curious about Zhao Zijing's abnormality at this time. Before Han Qinglan could speak, he followed up and asked:
"Who is that young master? Why does it look familiar to me?"
Zhao Zijing rolled his eyes at Hong Ze and then hummed:
"Are you not familiar with him? He comes and goes from the place where you are guarding every day. I'm still wondering why you haven't remembered it now? It shows that you are too busy being a errand."
Hong Ze was so worried that he couldn't afford to go see a noble young man showing off his power.
But just when he was about to get angry, Han Qinglan already spoke:
"So, that person is the Third Prince? No wonder he dares to make a noise here. What happened? From that tone, it sounds like he has been assigned some important errand by the Holy One?"
Zhao Zijing sighed and complained in a low voice:
"Isn't it? The third prince finally got the opportunity to dominate the prince, how can he allow others to make mistakes? Ha..."
At this time, he raised his eyes and looked around, and lowered his voice again:
"Have you heard about the murder on Qingxing Street this morning? I don't know where the third prince got the news. I heard that he was responsible for the expose. Therefore, the Holy Emperor issued a special decree, allowing him to order the Royal Forest Army to arrest the suspect Prince Anyang. No, we are here The team is idle."
So, unlucky to be stuck in this thankless chore.
When Hong Ze heard the words "Murder on Qingxing Street", his face immediately became darker, and his whole body seemed to suddenly be filled with inexplicable momentum.
This made Zhao Zijing on the side confused and glanced at him secretly several times. But in the end, because of the pot color on his face, he wisely chose to turn a blind eye.
Han Qinglan was obviously stunned for a moment after hearing this.
This reaction was what Zhao Zijing wanted. After vomiting a lot of bitterness, he finally felt a lot better. I also remembered that I should return to the team to avoid being gossiped about behind my back.
But before he said goodbye and left, he couldn't help but turn around and specifically told the two of them:
"Let's stop talking about it here! We didn't say anything before the matter spread. Brother's head is on his neck, but he still has to drink wine and eat meat."
Hong Ze impatiently waved his hands twice, and while driving the person away, he took Han Qinglan and strode towards the third east gate behind Zongzheng Temple, the nearest exit gate.
Although the six bureaus are all located in the vestibule of the palace, compared to other hubs, idle yamen such as Kubu and Zongzheng Temple can only be located at the very edge of the palace wall. It's true that it's remote, but it's convenient to leave.
After the two of them hurried a few steps, they were already outside the palace within less than half a cup of tea.
Looking back to the side, a hundred steps away is the Jinshui Bridge where hundreds of officials go to court.
As soon as Hong Zecai came out of the East Third Gate, he immediately raised his head and looked at the sky, and couldn't help but murmured:
"It's okay, it's okay, it didn't take long! From here to the west, it only takes half a stick of incense to get to the crime scene..."
"No."
After Han Qinglan categorically rejected her decision, she looked into her big eyes, which were either shocked or angry, and affirmed:
"You heard that right. Rather than going to the crime scene first, we have other things to do first. Who knows, am I lucky today? Maybe there will be more unexpected gains."
After finishing his sentence, he glanced at the stunned Hong Ze, smiled easily, and corrected:
"Well, that's not quite right. It's more accurate to say that it's your luck."
Although Hong Ze was not very smart, he was able to listen to advice. Especially in important matters, those who trust him will definitely obey his words.
Therefore, although Han Qinglan was confused, he did not need any further explanation. He nodded firmly and said loudly:
"What do you think we should do first?"
Han Qinglan stroked her chin gently and said while thinking:
"Soldiers need to be quick, and we shouldn't let go of any possibility now. You and I are divided into two groups. I want to go somewhere secretly first, and you want to..."
After he explained something to Hong Ze, he turned around and said again:
"After you and I are finished, we will meet at the crime scene."
Hong Ze was stunned for a moment after being ordered by Han Qinglan. He saw that the person was about to run away, and then he reacted and yelled.
"This, hey! I can't finish what you asked me to do today!"
Han Qinglan went straight to the stable and responded loudly without even knowing her head:
"If you can't do it in one day, just two days! After you get the letter, send someone to leave a message at the uncle's house, and I will go to the place where the crime occurred to find you. Don't worry, no one has time to care about your matter at the moment. You should eat as usual for the time being. It’s time to drink.”
Hong Ze was so angry that he gritted his teeth at these heartless words.
But after thinking about it, I sighed again.
Although this brother of his seems to be unattractive, he has never gone wrong in major matters. Now he can only believe in his nonsense about luck, and he is treating a dead horse as a live doctor.
