As the servants left, the officials of Dali Temple opened the meal with chopsticks and chatted while eating.
Don't talk about government affairs, don't talk about anecdotes.
Although the court lady died, the turmoil she left behind was not small.
Love killing?
Stealing and killing?
Various speculations have been put forward, and they are becoming more and more exciting.
You must know that prostitution was common in the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty. Pingkangfang was separated from the imperial city where various ministries and yamen gathered, so it was very convenient for officials to relax there after finishing their official duties.
In other words.
Almost all of the people present were experienced drivers. They drank several glasses of wine and kept talking dirty words.
"Okay, the Lantern Festival is coming soon. If you have to take a break, go take a break. If you have to take a turn, take a turn. Don't say anything about courtesans. It's not bad luck."
A clear voice sounded.
"Here."
"Here."
Seeing that Shaoqing Li Cake was not interested in such a sexy murder case, everyone shut up, sat cross-legged on the soft cushions, and ate quietly on the porch.
In fact, after listening for so long, Lu Li only knew that a courtesan whose stage name was Fu Xiang died and she died naked.
After all, everyone was just hearing about it, so there was no way to believe it. In addition, he himself was not interested in investigating the case, so he simply concentrated on tasting the free lunch on the plate and left the imperial city as soon as possible.
At this time, the imperial cat Li Cake sitting next to him swallowed a small dried fish and asked again: "What are the arrangements for the Lantern Festival, sir?"
Hearing this, Lu Li was startled and felt a little confused. He subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"
"If there is any trouble, I can send someone to find the temple minister." Li Cake said matter-of-factly.
"..."
Lu Li was speechless for a while.
If I had known this, I should have listened to Bai Xiao's suggestion and chosen a noble official who would receive a salary from the court and enjoy various benefits without having to do anything, instead of a civil servant who had political affairs to deal with.
In fact, Lu Li had a strong feeling in his heart: The vacation might be ruined, and there was a high probability that he would encounter some trouble.
"It's just nip in the bud, as long as nothing serious happens..."
When Li Cake saw Lu Li's displeasure, he narrowed his cat's eyes and said in a brisk tone: "I promise, no one will disturb Si Qing's pleasure."
"Tomorrow I will go to the East and West cities, and the day after tomorrow I will go to Pingkangfang to meet a female companion to visit Qujiang. As for the night, of course I will go to the Qinzhengfu Building to enjoy the lanterns with the saint..."
Having a high official position is not without its benefits. Lu Li, a third-grade official, can at least spend the holidays with the emperor and enjoy the best food and scenery of this era.
Hearing this, Li Bing nodded and stopped asking, because he was also on the banquet list for the day after, and the two of them would meet each other by then.
"Everyone, drink slowly. I need to take a step forward."
Seeing that there was nothing to explain, Lu Li stood up and left.
"The temple minister Shangyuan Ankang."
"The temple minister Shangyuan Ankang."
The officials along the road stopped to throw their cups and chopsticks, and hurriedly crossed their hands to salute and watched the chief official of the temple go away.
Just like that, amid the sound of blessings, Lu Li left the imperial city early, preparing to wander around and enjoy the hard-won leisure.
As soon as he walked out of the imperial city, a group of strong men with knives surrounded him and saluted him with folded hands.
No more, no less, exactly forty-eight people.
The armored Imperial Guards next to them showed no concern for this, and the leading general even nodded to them.
"Alang, why are you out so early today? Do you want to go back to the official office?"
A man came with a horse.
Ouch!
Almost at the same time, a strange neighing sound sounded. The black-maned horse broke free from the reins and rushed in front of Lu Li in an instant, constantly nudging its master with its head to show intimacy.
"Shangyuan Xiumu, I am not going back to my official office, and I won't be going back to my home for the time being. Don't follow me, and go have your own fun."
Lu Li casually dismissed the people around him. They were common men from near Chang'an. They had to serve every year, looking after the homes and courtyards of the officials, standing guard, and acting as guards.
Dali Temple Minister, a third-grade official, will be equipped with forty-eight skilled defense guards by the court to ensure safety.
"Alang, this..."
"Go on, is there anyone who dares to assassinate me in broad daylight?"
Lu Li didn't bother to talk, he jumped on his horse and galloped south along the avenue.
Are you kidding? Who is qualified to protect him?
With the speed of the black-maned horse, Lu Li quickly disappeared from the sight of the guards and lost his whereabouts.
at the same time.
In the west of the city, Yiningfang is where the official office of Dali Temple is located.
Commenting on the matter, Yuan Zai stepped back and looked at the stocky figure beside him: "Bao Canjun doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, what on earth is he going to say?"
Hearing this, the man named Bao Canjun forced a smile and said: "The Shangyuan Festival is coming, and the whole of Chang'an is in peace. What can happen? There is no need to be nervous about Yuan Ping's affairs."
Yuan Zai nodded, did not answer, and looked at the visitor silently.
"It's really nothing serious. I just heard someone said that Mrs. Fuxiang was killed when I went to court. Alas, I had a chance to meet her once before. She was so beautiful and fragrant... I was thinking about the past. I happened to take a break in the afternoon and came to Dali Temple to see what happened. What happened."
Yuan Zai has a slim figure and wears a wide blue official robe. He has a somewhat immortal air, but his eyebrows are not very good-looking. This frown makes the outward slant more serious.
Retrieve files.
This matter is very easy. He does not need to ask the young minister for instructions, let alone Dali Cheng, who is staying in the temple. He can handle the matter by himself.
But why did Bao Canjun come to Dali Temple specifically for an oiran? It's definitely not because of any feelings of gratitude. This guy is a rough guy, how can he be so elegant?
"Oiran?"
Thinking of this, Yuan Zai looked confused: "Does anyone know that the lady was killed? Why didn't someone know? I guess Wannian County hasn't submitted the file yet..."
When a murder occurs in Pingkangfang, the person who reports the crime must first report it to the patrolling Marquis Wu, who then reports it to Li Zheng. Then Wu Marquis and the bad guys go to the scene to investigate and confirm who the deceased is. If he is a high-ranking official, he immediately reports it to Dali Temple. . If it is a commoner in Guizhou, it will be handed over to the magistrate of Wannian County, who will conduct an investigation and send a police officer to examine the body.
In addition, there is a Jing Zhaoyin between Dali Temple and Wannian County. The murder case was only one day apart. It is almost impossible for the file to appear in Dali Temple, unless...
"Don't try to trick me when it comes to Yuan Ping. I just came out of the Wannian County Government Office." Bao Canjun's face darkened and his voice became hoarse: "They said the case was bizarre and difficult, and suspected of being the work of evil spirits. It was reported an hour ago. It has been handed over to Dali Temple for processing."
There was anxiety in his tone.
Obviously, the thoughtful Yuan Zai noticed this, especially when the other party made it clear that he had been to the Wannian County Government Office.
Who can do this for an oiran whom they have only met once?
Yuan Zai did not answer directly, but pointedly said: "Bao Canjun, I think you can be more honest."
Bao Canjun's eyes dodge.
Seeing this, Yuan Zai decided to take another dose of strong medicine, and said slowly: "I have just taken over, and I don't know whether the files have been put into the database. If I join the army and are willing to be honest, so will Yuan Zai."
"By the way, during the Lantern Festival, most of my colleagues are taking a break, so this archive will be taken care of by one person..."
