When the person in the next room heard that it was Qiao Yanda, he opened the door very quickly. When he saw two handsome young men following Qiao Yanda, the man waved his handkerchief against the door and pinched his throat. She laughed out loud: "Hey, Qiao Fangzheng, this is the business of taking care of the slave, but," she covered her mouth and let out a sweet and sweet smile: "Three people are precious."
Qiao Yanda's scalp was numb from the laughter, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, and she said angrily with a dark face: "Tong Lanying, please behave yourself. These two are adults from the city government office. No matter how flirtatious you are, Take care of yourself!"
When the woman named Tong Lanying heard this, she didn't show any fear on her face. Instead, she pulled open her collar, revealing a water-red gauze bellyband and a section of white neck. Her red dress and snowy muscles were dazzling. Dizzy, he snorted softly: "Hey, Qiao Fangzheng suddenly became a serious person. If you don't want to have fun, what are you doing here?"
Qiao Yanda's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He raised his hand and almost slapped her.
This Tong Lanying doesn't pick a good time to be a bitch.
He endured it again and again, and finally couldn't hold it back anymore. He pushed Tong Lanying into the room, and then accompanied Han Changmu and Leng Linjiang into the room with a smile on his face. His face was full of shame and embarrassment: "You two adults, don't blame me. Don't blame me." , The world is difficult, there are dozens of families in this alley, and so are the young ladies, who have offended the two adults," his voice slowly lowered, it was fine to say it or not, that's all, he had better not go back to make amends.
Han Changmu did not take this offense to heart and did not sit down. There was really no place to sit.
Looking up, there are all kinds of bellybands and clothes piled on the kang, bed, and trousers, all embroidered with fragrant patterns.
Light smoke curled up from the incense burner in the corner, exuding the smell of cheap incense.
There were not many hairpin rings on the dowry, but there were a few erotic pictures scattered here and there, and things for fun were placed nearby confidently.
If Mrs. Zhao's house that we just visited was a little bit like that of a virtuous woman, then Tong Lanying's house is exactly like a prostitute's house.
Leng Linjiang picked up a book of erotic pictures, flipped through it, clicked his tongue, and then put it back down.
Han Changmu frowned, and his gaze fell on Tong Lanying like a knife: "At midnight tonight, Madam Tong, can you hear any movement outside the back window?"
Tong Lanying twisted her slender waist, raised her slender eyebrows very high, pinched her throat, and smiled meaningfully: "I heard it, as soon as it got dark, there was no movement in this alley, and in that house There is no movement, I wonder what movement you are asking about?"
Han Changmu's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that what Tong Lanying said was half true and half false, so he was not angry. He only asked slowly: "Are there any footsteps or shouts?"
Tong Lanying thought for a moment, and when she smiled, there were a pair of pear dimples on her cheeks, full of charm: "There are footsteps, but there are no shouts."
"When?" Han Changmu's heart was frightened, but his face was calm and unrevealing.
Tong Lanying frowned: "It must have been the beginning of Hai Hai. I heard four or five people entering the deserted house opposite the back window, and then there was no movement. It was the end of Hai Hai when they left. It was almost the beginning of Zichu by then.”
Leng Linjiang's heart trembled, and he asked eagerly: "Did anything go wrong when they left?"
"Something's wrong?" Tong Lanying stared for a long time and then said hesitantly: "Listen, slave, the footsteps don't seem to be so heavy anymore. I wonder if there are fewer people or something is wrong?" She paused slightly and seemed to think of something. Yes, his eyes lit up: "Yes, not long after they left, there were cats meowing and dogs barking. There was a fuss for a long time, and then many people came, and the cats and dogs ran away."
Han Changmu squinted his eyes. Nothing else mattered. It was precisely because of the sound of cats meowing and dogs barking that the watchman became suspicious and went to explore the deserted house. And the many footsteps that followed were from Fang Zheng. The only strange thing about the movement of the people from Jingzhao Mansion when they arrived was that when the first group of people left, the footsteps were not so heavy. Is it because the people who were carried in did not come out again, and the people who had just been carried in were not carried out anymore. Indeed, only one wall in the narrow alley left drag marks.
He raised his head with a solemn expression: "Young lady, have you seen the appearance of those people?"
Tong Lanying laughed sweetly and charmingly: "Sir, the back window here is facing the back wall of the deserted house. They don't need to go under the window to get in and out. How could I see it!" Her eyes were slightly glaring. In a flash, he raised his chin towards the house next door: "I heard this just now. Your Excellency went to Mrs. Zhao's house. The back window of Mrs. Zhao's house is facing the back window of the abandoned house. What's in those abandoned houses? She sees the movement most clearly." She paused slightly and chuckled disdainfully: "Sir, don't look at her like a weak and chaste martyr, she is all pretending, she has done everything. If you are a prostitute, how can you be serious? You are also a prostitute and building a memorial arch!"
Her words were full of disdain and sarcasm towards Mrs. Zhao, and even a hint of hostility.
Han Changmu also discovered this when he was in Madam Zhao's room before, but Madam Zhao seemed to be afraid of something, she was too frightened, and she had a child with her. It was difficult to ask further questions, so she had to send someone to keep an eye on her first.
When Qiao Yanda heard that Tong Lanying was talking more and more outrageously, she yelled again: "Tong Lanying, just answer whatever the adults ask you. What do you think those people who have some and don't have are doing? Madam Zhao didn't steal your business!"
Tong Lanying curled her lips and sneered: "She wants to rob her. Does she have that skill in bed?"
"..." Qiao Yanda was speechless.
Han Changmu also knew that nothing more could be asked. The main reason was that the back window of Tong Lanying's room was diagonally facing the back window of the abandoned house. Even if someone was doing some shameful things in the abandoned house, Tong Lanying stood at the back window. Next, you can only hear the sound, but you can't see the situation inside at all.
He said with an indifferent expression: "My dear lady, if you think of anything, please tell Qiao Fangzheng in time."
"Tell him?! I feel sick when I see him, so I don't tell him. Whatever I think of, I have to tell the two adults myself." Tong Lanying looked at Han Changmu charmingly, but stretched out her hand to pinch Leng Linjiang's collar. , leaned towards him as if he were boneless: "Sir, I recognize you, you are Master Shaoyin of Jiang Jingzhao Mansion. You will take care of your business in the future. I don't want money, but I will pay you in return."
Leng Linjiang felt a chill and was dizzy from the strong smell of powder on Tong Lanying. He hurriedly grabbed her hand and hid at the door: "Let go, let go, let go!"
The more he pulled, the tighter Tong Lanying's grip became, until her whole body was almost hanging on Leng Linjiang's body.
"Jiuchao, save me, save me quickly." Leng Linjiang couldn't get away, his face turned red and his neck became thick, and he shouted to Han Changmu.
Han Changmu shook his head and smiled happily, turning a deaf ear to Leng Linjiang's cry for help, and actually walked out with his legs up.
Qiao Yanda watched Han Changmu walk out, her mouth twitching in astonishment, and she quickly pulled Tong Lanying away, her hands trembling with anger, and she roared: "Tong Lanying, you are looking for death!"
Only then did Tong Lanying let go of her hands in grievance, raised her eyelids, and glanced at Qiao Yanda delicately: "Qiao Fangzheng, don't be so fierce, it will scare you."
Qiao Yanda: "..."
While Tong Lanying and Qiao Yanda were entangled, Leng Linjiang took the opportunity to sneak to the door.
"Master Shaoyin!" Tong Lanying called out coquettishly. Seeing Leng Linjiang avoiding him like a snake and scorpion, running away faster than before, she blinked and said with a smile, "I just remembered something."
Leng Linjiang stopped quickly, turned around and asked, "What?"
Tong Lanying said with a rare seriousness: "Mrs. Zhao next door has guests tonight, so the lights have been on. It wasn't until Haimo and the others left that the lights in her room were turned off."
"How did Madam Tong see the lights in Madam Zhao's room always on?" Han Changmu had been listening to the movements in the room. When he heard Tong Lanying's words, he poked his head out from behind Han Changmu and asked indifferently.
Tong Lanying chuckled: "She pried off Nu's regular customer. Nu was furious. He kept listening to the noise in her room. When he heard the sound disappeared, Nu went out to take a look again, and the light went out."
Han Changmu nodded noncommittally: "Who is the regular customer?"
Tong Lanying gritted her teeth and said with hatred: "It was Ning Shunxiang from Yongchongfang. This heartless man came to my mother's house again, and I incited him!"
"Nonsense!" Qiao Yanda scolded Tong Lanying: "A half-century old man who runs a coffin shop is worth fighting for with Madam Zhao?"
Tong Lanying glanced at Qiao Yanda, her enchanting eyes seemed to have hooks that could pull out people's souls, and she shouted: "What's wrong with the coffin shop? The family named Wang is dead. If I give them a good coffin to bury them, they will definitely have no descendants and no reincarnation!"
Qiao Yanda knew that Tong Lanying hated her so much. Thinking about the things the Wang family had done, it was indeed enough to cut off their descendants. It was no wonder that Tong Lanying cursed her so viciously.
He sighed: "Okay, you can just scold me a few times, but you can't do anything illegal. Don't be confused!"
Han Changmu didn't know what old and new grudges Tong Lanying had with the so-called Wang family, and he didn't intend to go into details. He just wanted to know who was with Madam Zhao tonight. He coughed lightly and interrupted Qiao Yanda and Tong Lanying. He said quietly: "If Miss Tong thinks of something again, just go to Jingzhao Mansion Office to find Mr. Shaoyin."
Tong Lanying smiled with unparalleled charm: "Thank you, sir, for the compliment."
After coming out of Tong Lanying's house, the three people opened several rooms not far apart one after another. They were all women in their twenties and seventies. Some rooms had guests, and some were washing up and getting ready to rest. Facing them, Han Changmu and the others were all wary of the unexpected arrival, and they were somewhat hidden.
The answers were all very similar. Some people were more timid and just kept asking questions. Some people were eager to cling to them. Some people just rambled on a lot regardless of whether they were there or not. In fact, if you listen carefully, there is no important content.
However, everyone has different opinions as to when the lights in Madam Zhao's room were turned off.
There was a Mrs. Zhao who lived in the room next door, and her statement was not much different from Tong Lanying's. The movement in that room didn't stop until the end of the year, but she didn't see when the lights went out.
But the people in the room opposite Mrs. Zhao said that the lamp went out at the beginning of the year.
The remaining people are a bit far away from Mrs. Zhao's house, so it's really impossible to determine.
After all this tossing, the thick and juicy night gradually became thinner. The clear light of the bright moon fell from behind the clouds, illuminating the night dew on the bluestone road with a dazzling brightness.
Han Changmu and the three of them walked in the misty night. The two lanterns in front and behind were swaying in the night wind. The warm yellow candle flames burned awkwardly, and the light was not as dazzling as before.
"Qiao Fangzheng, what is Madam Zhao's background?" Han Changmu asked as he walked out of Ramie Alley.
As a square official, Qiao Yanda didn't have to know about other things, but he had to know the situation of the secret prostitutes in the square so that he could deal with the inspection by the government office. He thought for a while: "Ms. Zhao moved here three years ago. It was said that her husband's surname was Wang, who died in the war three years ago. She came to Chang'an City to visit her relatives, but she could not find any relatives. She had nowhere to go, so the villain helped her find a house in Ramie Lane. Her household registration My name is Zhao Yingxuan, she is twenty-eight years old, and she lives in Jingyang County. I can’t remember which village she comes from. The girl takes her mother’s surname, and her name is Mu Mu. She was four years old three years ago and is exactly seven years old this year. ”
Han Changmu squinted his eyes and asked meaningfully: "Qiao Fang is taking care of the more than 40 households in Ramie Lane like this?"
Qiao Yanda was a little embarrassed. Under the light of the lamp, her cheeks were slightly red. She raised her hand and touched the back of her head: "She brought a little girl with her. She didn't even have a change of clothes when she first came here. I look at her pitifully, little man. Just take care of me a little more."
Han Changmu pursed his lips and said nothing. It was self-evident what type of response this was.
Leng Linjiang listened for a long time and then interjected: "Qiao Fangzheng, there are more than 40 households in Ramie Lane. Are there more foreigners or locals?"
Qiao Yanda was stunned for a moment: "This," he smiled dryly: "Master Shaoyin doesn't know that there is no local person doing this kind of business. Even a native of Xiupingfang, once he starts doing this To make a living, you have to find another place to do it. Even if you don’t think about yourself, you still have to think about your children and clan members.”
Leng Linjiang suddenly realized: "In other words, these forty households are all the same as Mrs. Zhao, who moved into Chang'an City from outside?"
Qiao Yanda shook his head: "Not all of them moved into Chang'an City from outside, there are also people from other places."
Leng Linjiang asked again: "Is Tong Lanying also from outside?"
Qiao Yanda nodded at first, and then shook her head: "Tong Lanying was originally from Yueyang County, and she was engaged to be married to the young man of the Wang family in Xiupingfang. Her family was hit by a disaster four years ago, and only six members of her family died. She was only 18 years old at the time, so she went to Beijing to join the Wang family. Who knew that less than half a year after she got married to the Wang family's young man, the young man died of illness? Kicked her out, she was so angry that she didn't go out, so she moved into Ramie Alley and started this business." He paused, then followed Han Changmu to inquire about this place, and found that Han Changmu was not as rumored. He was so inhumane, cold and bloodthirsty, so he relaxed. There was an unconcealable sigh in his words, like the cool breeze: "The Chief Minister just asked the villain, there are more than forty households in Ramie Lane, the villain Whether they all take care of her in this way, in fact, it cannot be said to be taking care of her, just pity. Speaking of it, the people in Ramie Lane are all like Tong Lanying. They are also girls from good families. Just like Tong Lanying, her husband's family will not tolerate her. In fact, she can find another girl. She is looking for a way out, just to take a gamble and make the Wang family feel bad, so she ruins herself. I think she is confused."
Hearing Qiao Yanda's words, Leng Linjiang couldn't stop sighing. No wonder Tong Lanying, who had just talked about the Wang family, would gnash her teeth with hatred and put her life on the head of a new widow whose family was ruined. She also saw her evicted. If you go out, you will have to carry her to death.
After a moment of silence, Han Changmu nodded: "It's just confusion." He suddenly thought of something and looked at Ramie Alley carefully: "Qiao Fangzheng, Tong Lanying's regular customer, the Ning Shunxiang who was snatched away by Madam Zhao, are you familiar with it? ?”
Qiao Yanda thought: "Ning Shunxiang opened a coffin shop in Yongchongfang. He must be almost fifty. His ancestors were in this business. It has been passed down to his generation for the fourth generation. Ning Shunxiang He is the only son in the family, and he has wives and concubines in the family, so the other villains are not very clear."
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice: "Tong Lanying is twenty-two years old, and Madam Zhao is thirty-one years old. How could she pry Ning Shunxiang away?"
This was a question about what Leng Linjiang was good at. Before Qiao Yanda could speak, he rushed to speak: "Jiu Chao, you don't understand this. No matter how young and pretty she is, she will always get tired of it." One day, I noticed that Mrs. Zhao seemed to be a person of some background. She was not as flirtatious and frivolous as Tong Lanying. Ning Shunxiang was not young, he had wives and concubines at home, and he also visited prostitutes. It was expected that his character would be uncertain. among them.”
Hearing this, Qiao Yan couldn't help but nodded, showing an expression of deep understanding.
Han Changmu's expression was indifferent, wondering if he agreed with Leng Linjiang's words.
Several people returned to the deserted house, and after blowing the wind for most of the night, the bloody smell finally showed signs of dissipating and weakening, and the smell was no longer so disgusting.
When Han Changmu walked in, he saw Yao Yao squatting in the corner, carefully putting something on the handkerchief.
He walked over quickly and saw a few clusters of gray powder scattered on the white veil. He was stunned for a moment: "What is this?"
Yao Yao didn't say anything. He still held his breath and shook the remaining powder onto the handkerchief. Then he held the handkerchief and handed it to Han Changmu: "Sir, do you want to hear it?"
Han Changmu lightly dipped a little powder on his fingertips, put it under his nose and smelled it deeply for a few times, tilted his head and frowned: "Is this a datura?"
Yao Yao nodded: "Yes, the incense made from this flower has the effect of calming, anesthetizing and calming the mind. It's just that the smell of blood here is too strong, covering up the fragrance, so we ignored it for a while. I thought that when Princess Rong died, the surrounding people The incense must have been burned too.”
Han Changmu's face was not very good-looking. This mandala was rare, and the incense made from mandala was even rarer in the world. It was hard to find for a thousand dollars. I am afraid that ordinary medicine shops in Chang'an City would not have it.
But if you want to die like this without feeling pain, the mandala alone is definitely not enough. He looked around and asked, "Have you found this fragrance anywhere else?"
"Of course," Yao Yao raised her eyebrows proudly: "The humble post is on the beam. In the four corners of the house, the ashes left by the burned mandala were found." She took out a wrapped handkerchief from her sleeve. Son, opening the layers like a treasure, said: "Sir, the incense on the beam was extinguished before it was burned out."
In the middle of the pure white veil lies a length of lingering incense. It looks dark and unattractive, but just this small length is enough to make you sleep for an hour.
Han Changmu picked up the remaining incense, looked at it carefully for a while, and said in a low voice: "We still have to let Sun Yingfa test whether there is anything else besides mandala in this incense."
Yao Yao nodded. She had the same idea. She wondered if Sun Ying could detect the other ingredients and weights of this thing. This is a good thing. If she could get the recipe and improve it, it would probably be better than what Hua Tuo gave her. The Feima Powder used by Guan Yu when scraping bones to cure poison is even more effective.
After searching the deserted house and collecting all the suspicious objects that could be found, Han Changmu looked at the corpse and said to Leng Linjiang: "Yun Gui, we still have to let the people from Anning Hou Mansion identify it." Once you identify the body.”
Leng Linjiang opened his mouth, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "It's hard to recognize it now that it looks like this, right?"
Han Changmu was also troubled and thought for a moment before saying: "Then, tomorrow you go to Prince An Ning and carefully check if there is anything special about An Jinyu's body. Compare it with the corpse first."
There's no need to identify the body, so it's easy to talk about anything. Leng Linjiang nodded repeatedly: "I'll go as soon as daybreak. I'll ask about the custody. Also, do you want to go to the Anchang Marquis Mansion and ask about it?"
"Princess Rongzhen is no longer here, and Marquis Anchang is a man. Even if there is something on An Jinyu, can he know about it? You might as well ask An Jinyu's nanny, the maid who serves him personally. Yao Yao came over and said.
"..." Leng Linjiang snorted.
After deciding on the matter, Han Changmu gave a series of instructions: "Qiao Fangzheng, you must keep your mouth shut about what happened tonight and don't mention it to anyone."
Qiao Yanda responded with a serious face.
Han Changmu looked at He Denglou again and said: "He Capture the head, send this body to the Internal Security Department, I want to re-inspect it."
He Denglu said yes.
"Master Secretary." As soon as He Denggou finished speaking, Zhang Youli suddenly called out to Han Changmu. He had known that there was a very powerful widow named Sun Ying in the Internal Security Department, and he had long wanted to see him. This was Seeing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Your Majesty, Mr. Sun Wu from the Department of Internal Security, can you allow me to observe for a moment while the inspection is being conducted?"
Han Changmu looked up at Zhang Youli's slightly green face and said calmly: "Okay."
Zhang Youli was immediately overjoyed, but when the smile was still on his face, Han Changmu spoke again.
"I agree, but I still need Sun Wuzuo's consent. If he doesn't let you watch, there is nothing I can do."
The smile on Zhang Youli's face slowly solidified, and he felt that there was no hope of watching.
