He was silent and said with difficulty: "What if, what if, hey." He made up his mind: "Brother Han, just go ahead and do it, I know it in my heart."
It snowed again during the day. When it got dark, although the snow stopped, it was so cold that even ghosts refused to show their heads.
There is no watchman in the beacon fire, so telling the time depends entirely on the watchman.
There was even more noise, making the room feel particularly quiet.
On the high garrison, a biting cold wind blew, making the garrison shivers and unable to speak a complete sentence.
The four garrison soldiers walked back and forth to inspect, their cold armor shining like water, and their breaths filled with white mist.
"Damn, it's so damn cold today." A garrison soldier stamped his feet and trembled.
Another garrison breathed a sigh of relief: "It's time to go on duty, please be patient."
"Yes, yes, there is a ghost!!" A garrison suddenly screamed in a high-pitched voice, shaking all over.
The other three garrison soldiers looked in the direction of his finger.
They saw a white figure crossing the empty night, floating back and forth arrogantly in front of their eyes, making no attempt to hide his figure.
That's right, it's floating, not running.
The figure climbed over the fort wall as lightly as a swallow and came directly towards the fort. The tall lantern illuminated the figure, casting a long shadow on the ground.
"What's the ghost's name? That's a man." The leader of the garrison knocked hard on the still trembling garrison, then stretched out his hand and struck the gong: "There are spies, there are spies, alert, there are spies."
At this moment, the people in the garrison came out in full force, and the garrison troops rushed away after the men in white, while Xu Xiangli and Han Changmu climbed onto the high garrison and quietly looked at the situation below.
The man in white had no intention of taking action. He just led many garrison troops to run wildly, going in circles.
As they ran, another man in black appeared inexplicably, scattering part of the garrison.
Gradually, fewer and fewer garrison troops could keep up with the two uninvited guests. Most of the garrison troops lay paralyzed in the snow and panted heavily.
After running around and around, only one garrison was left holding on, but he was already dizzy and his legs and feet were weak.
He cursed secretly in his mind, what kind of monsters are these two people. He doesn't fight or kill, he just leads people in circles. Is this enough to hold him up after he's full?
It was obvious that they couldn't run away from him or catch up with him, so why didn't he run away.
It’s fun to play tricks on people! ! !
He looked at the black and white figures floating in front of him.
Hiss, one is black and the other is white, could it be that black and white are impermanent.
His calves were trembling, and he could no longer run even though he was still able to run.
Finally, the garrison also held his knees and watched the black and white figures gradually disappear, breathing heavily.
I'm too tired. Who can catch up with the ghost? Whoever loves me will chase him. Anyway, I won't chase you anymore.
He plopped down into the snow.
In the deserted inn, a light suddenly came on in a room that had been vacant for a long time.
Yao Yao and Meng Sui took off their turbans, changed out of their night clothes, and looked at each other with a smile.
When they returned to the fort, Han Changmu and Xu Xiangli had been discussing for a long time. Seeing that Yao Yao and Meng Sui were cold, he hurriedly handed Yao Yao a cup of hot tea: "Drink something hot to keep warm. "
Yao Yao whispered.
If everything else is put aside, this person's method of reaching the top, winning over people's hearts, and giving him a sweet date with a slap in the face is a fool's errand.
Meng Suige warmed his hands and asked, "Master, how are you doing?"
Han Changmu shook his head: "No, these garrison troops are mediocre in martial arts."
"What if it's just pretending?" Yao Yao raised his head and asked.
Xu Xiangli narrowed his eyes slightly: "I didn't let you know at first. These garrison soldiers will only regard you two as ordinary spies and hunt them down with all their strength."
After concentrating for a moment, Han Changmu asked: "Are this group of garrison soldiers the same group as the group that attacked Fengsui before?"
Xu Xiangli nodded: "Yes, they are the same group of people."
Han Changmu thought for a moment: "Then, the person who is good at qinggong is not a garrison. He can only be someone who came in from outside, or he is the owner of the shop."
Xu Xiangli breathed a sigh of relief. He had never thought that this fifth beacon was as leaky as a sieve, and that even a person could feel like he was in a state of no one.
Pingkangfang, Chang'an City.
It was just after midnight, and the curfew had been put into effect early in the city, but it was a lively time in Pingkang Square, with the high and low music of silk and bamboo dance reverberating melodiously in the square.
In Fenghe Garden, wintersweet bloomed in the cold weather. It snowed during the day. The bright yellow flower bulbs were covered with bits of white snow. The fragrance of jasmine was refreshing.
Like a butterfly in a flower, Xin Qiniang shuttled between tables of guests, greeting them and sending them off.
As the New Year approaches, we can no longer finish important errands, and we are too lazy to do unimportant errands. The yamen has become even more lax and slack. The time spent hanging out is several percent more than before, and the business in Pingkangfang is more prosperous. , Xin Qiniang’s face was full of smiles.
The night was getting darker, and the guests all went into the room to rest with the little ladies they had thought of. Xin Qiniang breathed a sigh of relief and played with the abacus beads for a long time, the smile on her face getting deeper and deeper.
At this moment, there was a sudden scream outside, the voice changed its tone, and the throat seemed to be torn: "Killing, killing."
Xin Qiniang's hand shook, and the abacus fell to the ground and smashed, and the beads on the abacus rolled all over the floor.
The waiter hurried in and gasped: "Shopkeeper, something happened."
Xin Qiniang's expression changed and she asked in a straight voice, "What's wrong?"
The man shook his hand and pointed outside: "Death, death, dead people."
Xin Qiniang lifted up her skirt and ran outside. Many people were already gathered in the yard.
She pushed aside the crowd and saw a man lying under the wintersweet tree. A pool of blood under his body had already dyed the snow on the ground red.
She pointed at the man and said in horror: "This, this, who is this."
The waiter turned the man's head, screamed in fright, and sat down on the ground: "Yes, yes, it's the second son of the Song family."
Xin Qiniang also recognized the face covered in blood and dirt. It was Song Huaide, the second son of Song Ying, the Minister of Rites.
Her vision went dark, it was over, it was a big deal, she shouted with a white face: "Report to the official, report to the official, report to the official quickly, go, go to Wannian County, no, no, go to Jingzhao Mansion, Jingzhao Mansion. "
The waiter Ma Liu got up from the ground, ran out of Fenghe Garden in a hurry, and went to find the shopkeeper to open the shop door.
Liu Jinghong, the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture, was pulled out from under the quilt. He was getting older, and he had less sleep and more dreams, so he didn't sleep soundly. He finally had a sound sleep without dreams tonight, and he was disturbed by someone.
He was so angry that he came out wearing a thick long coat and his face turned blue: "What's the matter?"
The housekeeper said: "Master, Chief He is here, saying that there was a murder case in Fenghe Garden, Pingkangfang. The deceased is, yes, yes."
The butler hesitated to speak. He felt that his master was really pitiful. He was about to retire, but he had such bad luck.
"Who is the deceased? Come on, tell me." Liu Jinghong was trembling with anger.
The steward said stiffly: "Yes, Song Huaide, the second son of the Minister of Rites, Song Shilang."
Liu Jinghong's eyes darkened. My dear mother, she didn't want anyone to celebrate the New Year.
He calmed down and said, "Take He Denglou to the side hall."
He Denglu was restless in the side hall and drank five or six cups of tea before Liu Jinghong rushed over.
He hurriedly saluted and said anxiously: "My lord, Song Shilang took Song Huaide's body away by force. We failed to stop him, and Zuo Zuo failed to perform a detailed autopsy."
Liu Jinghong looked extremely ugly and sighed: "Have you done a rough test? Are there any doubts?"
He Denglou said: "After a rough examination, Song Huaide had a knife wound on his chest, but he did not know his life and did not bleed too much. However, he lost a lot of blood, but there was not much blood at the scene, and there were no signs of dragging or moving. , the cause of death is unknown and further autopsy is required.”
Liu Jinghong frowned: "Further, is it an autopsy?"
He Denglu nodded: "Yes, that's what Wu Zuo said."
Liu Jinghong tapped the desk with his finger. This was difficult. The most important thing in the world was the remains after death. A wealthy family like the Song family would not allow things to deface the deceased. Song Ying was so anxious that he took the body back by force. , just because he was afraid that an autopsy would damage the face of the Song family.
He Denglou was also full of grievances.
When the Song family came to pick up the body, their words were particularly unpleasant. It was okay for him to be angry, but what he couldn't figure out was, is the appearance after death more important than catching the murderer and the truth?
According to Boss Yao, if everyone is dead, why would they want to show their remains? There is no need to show it to the living. It is better to seek justice.
Liu Jinghong was in a dilemma. Song Ying was the minister of the Ministry of Rites and had a fourth-rank official position. Although he was one level lower than him, the Song family was a wealthy family. Song Ying's father passed away the year before last and was entitled to the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Her mother was the saint's uncle, Prince Rong. His only daughter was given a first-grade imperial edict, and when she entered the palace, she followed her into her own back garden.
He couldn't afford to offend such a family.
He slowly stroked his sleeves with his two fingers and said thoughtfully: "Song Ying must have five sons."
He Denggou nodded: "Yes, the one who died was the second young master, a famous dandy."
Liu Jinghong raised his eyelids: "Of the remaining four, I remember that the eldest son is the director of the Ministry of Works Department, and the other three are still young."
He Dengglou nodded and complimented without understanding: "Yes, sir, you have a good memory."
Liu Jinghong was silent and said two words: "No wonder."
He Denglu didn't understand. He touched the back of his head and suddenly had an idea.
Could it be that because this son failed to live up to expectations and died in such a shameful place, he quickly took him back and buried him. The truth about the murderer and the truth is just a cloud. The most important thing is not to be embarrassed or to damage the face of the family. .
He sighed in his heart, these big families have many sons, but they don't feel bad. Let alone one death, it doesn't matter if a few more die. "
Liu Jinghong tapped his fingertips lightly on the desk: "Okay, just take him back when Shilang Song takes him back. You guys can check it out slowly." He smiled slightly: "If we can't do an autopsy now, we can still do it in the future. The coffin!"
