Luo Jiang ran quickly. Her mother was temporarily living in the capital, not far from Prince Dai's Mansion. She rushed out on horseback and arrived home soon. This was an inconspicuous alley. With one rush, she swept away the two people in the alley. Passers-by were startled.
Luo Jiang didn't care at all. He got off his horse, threw away the rope, and ran straight into his house in the alley without tying the horse. He opened the door and went in.
"Hey, you..." A neighbor saw that the door of this house was open. He thought that a coffin had been brought in not long ago, so he glanced inside. As a result, he saw her staggering forward and opening the coffin placed in the center of the courtyard. coffin.
"mother--"
The lid of the coffin fell to the ground with a thud, and the stinky smell inside hit his face.
As soon as Luo Jiang saw the bloody corpse lying inside, he burst out with a mouthful of blood and fell down.
I saw several people coming out of the side room. One person came out in plain clothes but wearing official boots, followed by two people. When this person didn't say anything, someone went up and felt her nose and felt her pulse.
"Master Lu, he really fainted."
Seeing that the official was still a little hesitant, he added: "Ordinary people will be angry when encountering big events. Luo Jiangxiu has martial arts. Once he is angry, he will be particularly powerful. This cannot be faked."
Mr. Lu then nodded: "It seems that I am paranoid. Let's do this. Once the person dies, we will provide him with compensation so that he can be buried alive."
"Three days later, let her go back to the palace to plead guilty. On behalf of the king, she will be magnanimous and will not care about her mother's death. Is this also filial piety?"
"But...she..."
"It's nothing, but she has been favored by the emperor for a long time and knows the rules, so she will definitely agree." A sneer flashed on Mr. Lu's face, and he raised his hand: "I'll leave the affairs here to you."
Saying that, he lifted his feet and left.
The person who was left behind glanced at him and saw that he was gone, and then he said, "Quickly, move Miss Luo to the bed to rest. Hey, it's so pitiful."
Chui Chun Tower
On the second floor of the restaurant, in a private room separated by a gauze screen, Liu Zhan sat at the table, eating and drinking slowly with a few side dishes.
The scenery here is good, and the view is very good. From the window, you can overlook most of the street, and you can have an unobstructed view of the people and vehicles passing by.
As a Taoist, Liu Zhan could not only get married and have children, but also drink alcohol and eat meat. As for vegetarian dishes, those were the rules of Sanskrit and were not popular in this era. Taoists who studied Sanskrit were suspected of being followers of Sanskrit heretics, but they were actually Taoists. evil!
However, Liu Zhan is not very interested in meat and likes drinking. There are a few side dishes and a small jar of wine in front of him. With his drinking capacity, one person can drink all the wine without getting drunk.
There were hurried footsteps in the corridor outside, and when they reached the door, Liu Zhan slowly put down his chopsticks, and a Taoist opened the door and came in.
"Sir, the matter is done. We have assigned twenty-one people. They are all our believers and old neighbors in each neighborhood. If nothing else, it is not difficult to spread the news. I guarantee that it will spread quickly. "The Taoist walked up to him and whispered back.
Liu Zhan was somewhat satisfied and nodded: "Okay."
But after thinking about it, we still couldn't help but warn: "This is the first thing that the King asked us to do. We must do it well in order to gain the trust of the King and eradicate some crooked ways!"
At this time, the Brahma religion was not yet very prosperous, and its fatal weakness was that it could not manifest its saints, so it collected martial arts and Taoism in an attempt to change its face. Since the threat was not great, the Brahma religion was still peaceful, and many times there would be short-term cooperation.
But there is no shortage of smart people in Taoism, and they naturally know that compared to the scattered Taoism, although Brahma does not have a unified organization, it is credible that they are the same group of Brahma gods. This is the foundation of the union. Unlike Taoism, they even argue about who the Taoist Lord is. Incessantly, each other refuses to compromise.
Therefore, most of the time, they are regarded as potential competitors and are constantly suppressed.
The person who came in also knew that for them, Brahma is also a heretic. After hesitation, he whispered: "Master, there is something that I don't know whether to say or not."
"Stop hesitating when speaking, just say it!"
"It's just that... when the disciples were doing things, they found that it was not only us who were doing it, but also a group of people who were doing it..."
Liu Zhan thought it was something, but he had actually known about it for a long time, or had guessed it.
"Who else could it be? Haha!" With a pat on the table, the Yin Guan sect master sneered: "These bald donkeys know how to cling!"
Thinking about the fact that these monks from Qingyuan Temple were originally imprisoned in prison, couldn't they be released because they were kings?
However, this cannot be blamed on the Dai Wang. Liu Zhan had the contacts, so he naturally knew that it was Fang Zhenfang Xiaohouye of Huaifeng Hou Mansion who asked the Dai Wang for help.
I couldn't help complaining about this little Marquis Fang: "Young Master Fang is too meddlesome!"
The Taoist standing in front of him also sighed: "Yes, it's not easy to get in touch with Dai Wang, and there are still people who come to compete for credit!"
Liu Zhan snorted: "So we must run our errands well and let the King know what we are capable of!"
I sighed in my heart, but I knew that this was a fight between one faction and another, and I felt a little unhappy in my heart, but this was the inevitable balance of the king, and no one was exempted from it.
So he turned to look at the window and changed the topic: "Is the one you sent to the Yang Family Teahouse down there? Something seems to be going on now."
"Yes, he's down there, he's a helper." The Taoist said, and he also moved closer to the window to take a look.
I saw that next door to the restaurant was a teahouse, which was only one floor and not too small. It was suitable for ordinary people to drink tea. The owner of the teahouse hired a storyteller to tell stories in the teahouse to attract guests.
Today it was the storyteller who reached the crux of his story. There were more than 20 people sitting scattered in small groups, shouting "Hello" from time to time, and the atmosphere was very lively.
"Isn't this the familiar Zhengxi Romance?"
There is a man sitting alone at a table by the window facing the street. He is wearing half-worn silk and satin. He looks a bit like an ordinary country squire, but this is the capital, not outside. People who are dressed like this are more likely to be stewards of major high-ranking families. At this time He showed a look of disdain and called out: "Brother, add more water."
"Here we come." The waiter always carefully serves such guests. Whenever he calls for more water, he quickly agrees and adds hot water to the teapot.
"A plate of peanuts." The man said while drinking tea.
When the waiter hurriedly answered and went to get it, the man continued to drink water slowly and touched the three silver coins in his arms. His heart felt hot even when he touched them through his clothes.
"It would be nice to encounter such good things a few more times." It turned out that this person was Manager Zhou who had just received a reward and gained some money.
He was in a very good mood now, and even felt a little giddy when walking on the road. Drinking tea and listening to books had always been his hobby. When he had nothing to do, he went to the teahouse where he often visited and ordered a pot of good tea, and drank and listened happily.
"Stop talking about fame and fortune, let's get down to business..." The storyteller in front finally finished the climax, and the book was finally over.
Next, he would rest for a while, pay tribute when it was time to do so, and drink water when it was time to do so. Telling this story for at least an hour at a stretch was a strenuous task. No living person could stand it if he continued talking for a whole day.
But if it just stops in the middle, just when a book is finished, the guest may feel bored and leave, so at this time, it is time for the helper to take action.
