He sighed lightly in his heart. He was able to walk out of Chang'an City safely and smoothly back then, thanks to Leng Linjiang's reckless help.
Thinking of this section, he asked seriously in the carriage: "Are Meng Suigui and the others arriving soon?"
Jin Yu was an experienced driver, and the carriage was speeding without any bumps. He waved his riding whip lightly and whispered: "I just received the letter from Fei Nu this morning. They are still five days away from the capital."
Han Changmu nodded, leaning against the wall of the car relaxedly, closing his eyes and thinking about what Emperor Yong'an said today, feeling exhausted.
He, the hostage in Beijing, must not only show respect to Emperor Yong'an in a timely manner, but also properly show the power of Prince Han's palace, and more importantly, show his responsibility as the crown prince of Prince Han. Only in this way can he advance or retreat. It's really Thinking hard.
After leaving the Tai Chi Palace, Han Changmu did not return to the Office of the Internal Security Department. Instead, he went all the way to the West Market. Today, He Zhenfu was digging for magical artifacts in Sesel Tower. This was a big event, and there might be something different discovered.
The carriage drove quickly into the middle of Zhuque Street, but suddenly stopped.
Han Changmu shook his head, opened his eyes, and asked lazily: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Jin Yu sat on the shaft of the carriage, straightened her back and looked around. After a while, she turned around and said, "Your Majesty, there's a fight ahead."
Han Changmu lifted the car curtain and saw a group of people not far away, surrounded by people on three floors inside and three outside. There were constant sounds of crying, cursing and quarreling.
And further away, five or six Wannian County government servants rushed over with knives in their hands. He lowered the car curtain and whispered: "Let's go."
Jin Yu exclaimed, whipped up his horse, bypassed the conflicting group of people, and rushed forward.
"Brother, brother, my brother was wronged, wronged."
Not far away, a girl's screams were heard outside. The screams were sharp, sharp and pitiful, soaring into the sky and making people's ears buzz.
Han Changmu straightened up immediately, lifted the curtain of the car, looked out, and shouted in a low voice: "Stop."
I saw the Wannian County government officials pushing a thin man out. He was dressed in the most common attire of a down-and-out man in Chang'an City these days. His half-worn indigo jacket was wrinkled and tied with ropes, and his hands were tied behind his back. There was some bright red blood on it.
The man was very young, his mouth was tightly gagged, and his face was a little pale, but he was calm and quiet. He looked back frequently and signaled the girl following him to leave quickly.
Han Changmu looked behind the man. A little girl of sixteen or seventeen years old was crying. She kept reaching out to grab the man's clothes, but was pushed away by the yamen servant. Her voice was hoarse from crying, and she screamed that she was wronged.
Behind him was a fat man lying on the ground. A dagger was pierced through the brocade clothes and stuck on his back. The blade was completely immersed in the man's body. There was no large amount of blood flowing out, only the handle of the knife was exposed. A few drops of blood were spattered on it.
The hilt of the knife was very gorgeous. The gilt handle was inlaid with red and blue gems. The sunlight shone on it, making the glass smooth and dazzling.
The man lay motionless, not sure whether he was dead or unconscious. The Wannian County government servants removed a door panel and carried the man away.
Those who liked watching the excitement followed the government officials, while those who didn't like watching the excitement dispersed in twos and threes.
The girl stood on the street, crying, wiping her eyes with dirty hands, the wind blowing her messy hair, making her look even more pitiful and desolate.
She watched the yamen officer go away, stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, stamped her foot heavily, and chased after him while holding up her skirt.
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes slightly, took off the scarlet robe he had just worn when he met the saint, and put on the ordinary green robe that was spared in the car. He stuffed the fish bag that could identify his identity into his sleeve, jumped out of the carriage and told Jin Yu. : "I will go to Sese Tower on my own. You ask Mrs. Liu to go to Wannian County to inquire about it. Don't reveal your identity."
Jin Yu responded and quickly turned his horse's head and rushed towards Yongchangfang.
Han Changmu glanced at the girl from afar, then put his hands on his back and went straight to the West Market.
After walking a few steps, Han Changmu met an acquaintance. It was the driver who could not speak a word. He still had the same dark appearance, sitting on the shaft of the car with a whip in his arms, waiting for business to come.
Han Changmu walked up to him and smiled: "Hire me for one day."
The driver boy glanced at Han Changmu, turned his head, and refused to even look at Han Changmu.
Han Changmu smiled even more heartily, turned around, and walked up to the driver: "Hire for one day." As he said that, he took out two taels of silver and placed it on the shaft of the cart.
The driver's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked up and saw Han Changmu's face again. His expression dimmed, he lowered his lips, and endured it again and again, refraining from reaching out for the silver.
Han Changmu smiled, took out another five taels of silver and put it on the shaft of the cart. Before he could speak, several people ran past him.
"Come on, if you kill someone, the county magistrate is going to court."
"Let's go to Wannian County to watch the fun."
The driver was also interested and wanted to watch the excitement, but he was reluctant to part with the seven taels of silver he was about to get.
Han Changmu immediately changed his mind and curved his lips with a smile: "To Wannian County, this money is the fare."
The driver glared at Han Changmu, but couldn't resist the temptation of the money and excitement. He stuffed the money into his arms and struck the shaft with his whip.
Han Changmu smiled, got in the car and sat down.
The simple carriage was very clean, and the extremely thin walls could not block any noisy sounds, but Han Changmu felt at ease, leaned against the wall, and wandered to the Wannian County Government Office.
Many people have gathered outside the Yamen Office, with three floors inside and three floors outside. The gate of the Yamen Office is completely blocked. Even the trees outside the Yamen Office are full of people squatting. The branches are overwhelmed and are trembling under the pressure. .
The yamen servant stood with his sword in hand, blocking the people watching the excitement from outside the second gate.
Unable to enter the court to find out what was going on, the onlookers looked for a more favorable location, all standing on tiptoes and stretching their necks.
Naturally, Han Changmu and the driver could not enter the court. He looked around and saw that the trees were already full of squatters, but the walls were still empty, so he smiled and asked: "Brother, do you want to see more clearly? "
The driver nodded repeatedly.
Of course I thought about it. Chang'an city is at the foot of the emperor. There are Jinwu Guards, Jingzhao Mansion, Wannian County and Chang'an County government officials patrolling the streets day and night. Let alone killing people in the street, even if they kill people secretly, they rarely happen. of.
Isn’t it a pity that such a once-in-a-lifetime excitement cannot be seen clearly?
Han Changmu smiled, grabbed the driver's collar, threw him onto the wall, then turned over and jumped up.
As soon as he lay down on the wall, he heard the Yamen servant shout: "Hey, you can't lie down on the wall."
Han Changmu slapped the boy on the back of the driver's head. The two of them lowered their bodies and buried their heads, thinking that the government officials couldn't see them. In fact, half of their buns were dangling on the wall.
The yamen servant also pretended that he was blind and could not see, so he pretended to drink loudly and walked away.
Only then did the two of them stick their heads out. Sure enough, they stood high up and had a wide field of vision, so they could see very clearly. Everything in the courtroom could be seen.
There were two rows of government officials standing neatly on both sides of the courtroom. The short, fat man was lying on the door panel on the floor, and another man was standing next to him.
The magistrate of Wannian County, surnamed Zheng Binyuan, is already sitting in the hall. He is over forty years old, with a short black beard on his chin, and a pair of mung bean eyes that are slightly cloudy, as if he has not woken up and is misty.
Han Changmu knew Zheng Binyuan, the magistrate of Wannian County.
This person has been the county magistrate of Wannian County for nearly fifteen years. He sits on his back with a heavy and stable posture. He has not moved in fifteen years and he has never been impatient. Because of this, although he is only a humble county magistrate, Order, but his reputation was far-reaching in the official circles of the capital, and he was given the title of "sitting in the trap".
He was lying on the wall and saw Zheng Bin patting the gavel from afar. The people watching outside were startled. However, the man standing in the hall didn't even sway. It seemed that he really had no evil intentions. .
With a "pop" sound, Zheng Binyuan spoke majestically: "Who are you standing next to? Why don't you kneel down when you see me?"
The man saluted in a calm and calm manner, neither humble nor arrogant, and said: "Zhang Yan, who was born late, is from Dunhuang. He was elected in the 14th year of Yong'an. According to the law, he does not kneel before officials."
With that said, he stepped forward and handed Guan Ping the road to lead him over.
Zheng Binyuan took a closer look and saw that it was clearly written on the road guide that Zhang Yan was from Dunhuang. The brother and sister came to Beijing together. The inspection procedures along the way were complete and there was nothing wrong with them.
He had nothing to doubt. Chang'an City was very lively these days. Wave after wave of Juren came to the capital. With one blow, eight out of ten people were Juren, and one was a supervisor.
He coughed lightly, handed Guan Ping Luyin back to Zhang Yan, and continued: "Zhang Yan, do you know the people around you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man lying on the door panel groaned and twisted his short and fat body as if he was cooperating with Zheng Binyuan's words.
Han Changmu, who was lying on the wall, frowned. He thought the man was dead, but it turned out he was still alive. The dagger was completely inserted, but he was still alive.
Zhang Yan glanced at the man on the door panel with disdain and said with disdain: "I recognize him. He claims to be the chief steward of Wanfu, and he keeps pestering girls born late in life."
Han Changmu was stunned. The chief steward of Wanfu was not Steward Wu. He had been beaten to death long ago. This steward was newly promoted. Could it be that he was also a bastard who bullied men and dominated women?
Before Han Changmu could figure it out, Zheng Binyuan spoke to the man on the door panel: "You said you are the chief steward of Wanfu. Do you have any proof?"
The man coughed a few times, sounding very weak. He untied the sign from his waist tremblingly and handed it to the yamen servant: "Little man, this little man is Wan Youzhong, the chief steward of Wanfu. This is, this is Sir, you can tell the villain's badge at a glance."
The voice sounded weak and weak, but Han Changmu saw something different. He moved on the wall and was about to turn over when he saw a girl rushing in like a gust of wind.
