"This is a private matter, no need to make it public. Let's talk in the back room."
"Here."
Two figures walked into the back hall one after the other.
Since the court this morning, there has been one more topic of conversation in Chang'an official circles: the oiran of Yang Liu's family in Pingkangfang was actually killed at home.
People in the Tang Dynasty sought after famous prostitutes for their looks and talents. Only those with both sex and art were qualified to become oirans. They were revered as Duzhi ladies. They visited hundreds of brothels in Chang'an and found famous prostitutes with the title of "Duzhi". , no more than the number of hands.
Therefore, even if the princes and nobles want to kiss her, they have to wait in line, and it also depends on how the lady is feeling. If they are not willing, they have no choice but to go back home and find another good wife. hour.
In other words.
Every oiran is inextricably linked to him, and the oiran who was killed last night, whose stage name was Fu Xiang, is rumored to have a close relationship with Pinglu Jiedushi An Lushan.
Who is An Lushan?
The saint’s favorite general Hu!
This was originally a troublesome matter. After all, since ancient times, a human life has been a major case, and even Jing Zhaoyin had to personally intervene. However, as a piece of news came out, the matter became even more troublesome.
It is said that this floating lady was naked when she died, which made the case more interesting.
Oiran, naked, death.
Tsk, what a story!
In fact, no matter how decent they are on the surface, people are actually interested in things with a meaty taste to some extent, and imperial officials are no exception.
At this moment, outside the Daming Palace, where various ministries and offices are located, miscellaneous officials are distributing food in the hallway.
Corridor, that is, corridor passage.
Corridor dining means that imperial officials walked out of the main hall, sat on the floor under the eaves or in the corridors, and ate the free lunch funded by the state. This meal was not enough without eating. They had to eat and drink with public funds, otherwise they would be impeached.
At this time, the death of Oiran Fuxiang spread among the officials of various ministries.
"Have you ever heard of that?"
"Brother Wen'an refers to the murder that happened in Pingkangfang last night..."
"Of course."
Due to the different nature of the work of various departments in the imperial court, the atmosphere when eating in the corridor is also different. For departments like Yushitai, which is responsible for impeaching officials, not only are they not allowed to talk, but they are also not allowed to move around at will. The most important thing is to follow the rules.
In comparison, staying in Dali Temple is quite comfortable. As long as he doesn't talk dirty words, the chief officer will not reprimand him.
"I heard that the corpse was found by Wuhou, who was patrolling Pingkangfang Street. He was naked and fell from the attic..."
"That's not right. Why did I hear that the oiran died in the garden and was discovered by a benefactor?"
While several officials were talking, they frequently looked up. When they saw that the chief official of the temple not only did not say anything to stop him, but stopped his glass to listen, he couldn't help but feel relieved:
It seems that as the rumors say, the newly appointed Dali Qing has a romantic personality and likes prostitutes the most.
Of course, Lu Li didn't know that he had gotten this kind of character. He was a newbie and listened to the story silently.
Until a figure appeared in sight.
cat?
The cat's tail in Bai Xiao's mouth...
Do you mean this? !
The coat was pure white without a trace of color, the golden vertical pupils, and the expression extremely cold, which made Lu Li feel a little ridiculous.
"I've met Shaoqing."
"I've met Shaoqing."
Officials along the way crossed their hands and saluted.
This cat was wearing a soft-legged crotch and a dark lapel-collared suit. It was more than seven feet tall. It came to sit down next to Lu Li and crossed its arms in a salute.
Plum cake?
After returning the gift, Lu Li completely digested the extra memory.
Lu Li, courtesy name Meng Ming, was born in the Lu family of Wu County. Because he was appreciated by the saint and he was proficient in "Tang Code", he took the position of Minister of Dali at the age of twenty-five.
Li Cake, the emperor's cat channeler, liked to eat cakes and bait, so he named himself Cake. The saint gave him the national surname Li. Because of his agility and proficiency in punishment names, he served as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.
"Since everyone is here, let's start the banquet. I wish you all good health in advance."
"The temple minister Shangyuan Ankang."
Lu Li was the first to raise his glass and drink the sake.
In the past, this move would have been impeached by the censor, but today is an exception. On the 13th day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival is approaching.
By then, Chang'an City will become a veritable city that never sleeps.
During the three days of the 14th, 15th and 16th, the night ban is lifted. People who have been holding back for a whole year can walk freely in Chang'an City, go to the streets to enjoy lanterns, sing and dance, watch lanterns, dance to gods, and enjoy all kinds of activities. Night culture.
During this festive season, it is rare for imperial officials to relax. In fact, for them, Nine Nine Six is really a blessing——
Modern people go to work at the same time and get off work at the same time, and have one day off every seven days.
For those officials who work in Chang'an, the capital, they have been working for a long time. Theoretically, they should go home after get off work, but no one dares to leave until the day's official business is completed. Staying up all night and working around is commonplace, and every ten A genius can only take one day off.
Because of this, everyone from officials to peddlers and footmen are looking forward to the Lantern Festival. If you drink less wine in the government office today, no one will hold you accountable.
"Li Shaoqing, I am Xiu Mu during the Shangyuan Festival this year. I will trouble you about matters in the temple."
After speaking, Lu Li picked up the wine cup, looked to his side, and said with a smile, "Meet the saint."
Clear wine is holy, dirty wine is wise.
Li Cake was elegant and dignified. He picked up the wine cup on the table with his cat's paw, replied "See you together", and then drank it all with a flick of his sleeve.
When he first entered the Tang Dynasty, he drank with a cat at the same table and left all official affairs to him. This made Lu Li feel very novel. At the same time, he was increasingly looking forward to what he would encounter during the Shangyuan Festival.
As for the death of the oiran, what does it have to do with me?
Lu Li had no intention of interfering. He was here for a vacation, not to investigate a case. In addition, with Shaoqing Yumao sitting in charge of Dali Temple, he was very relieved.
As soon as he thought about this, Lu Li smiled at Li Cake, put down the wine cup, and started to pick up the vegetables.
Staple food: fried bread.
The surface is sprinkled with a layer of sesame, the outside is crispy, and the inside is wrapped with mutton, somewhat like a sesame ball.
Two dishes: sheepskin filigree and chicken with onion and vinegar.
In addition, there is a small white porcelain jar with an opening on the side on the food table, which contains some buttermilk with a rich milky aroma.
To say that this meal was luxurious and sumptuous is beyond the pale, but if the public is in charge of the food, why are they so picky?
Anyway, Lu Li thought it tasted pretty good.
Downstairs, the officials were still discussing the oiran, and the atmosphere became more harmonious. After all, if you have food in your belly, you will naturally be in a good mood.
At this moment, a servant's voice came from outside: "Everyone, the saint has given us food."
Later, a group of boys carrying food boxes walked to the corridor and distributed food boxes one by one, no more, no less, and every official of high rank had a portion.
Everyone was already used to it, but they still faced the direction of Daming Palace to express their gratitude——
During every festive season, the saint would distribute benefits to officials in Beijing, including pancakes, rice cakes, rice dumplings and other pastries, as well as delicacies carefully prepared by the imperial chef.
Steamed donkey stuffed with warm and cold flowers.
The donkey meat is soaked in the best rice wine and various spices, and then steamed in a basket until it is steamed. It can be taken out. Having a bite like this in the winter will remove all the coldness in the body.
After looking at the dishes in his food box, Lu Li glanced at the Yumao Li Cake table——
A fried fish dish.
Crystal dragon and phoenix cake, smallpox biluo, Brahman light noodles and other cake baits.
Well... Li Cake lives up to its name.
