Seeing this, Li Bai and others gathered around to join in the fun, but Lu Li did not stop him.
"I am sad every day without a plan, and I am too lazy to talk to ordinary people about my thoughts. It is not the same as pouring water. I just ask the immortal man if he has any intention?"
Opening one of the folded letters, the handwriting was elegant and had a faint smell of powder. It must have been written by a woman.
It seems that just as Wang Wei guessed, Lady Mingyue must have met a thin lover.
However, just to be on the safe side, Lu Li opened another letter: "Shaomiao has a long-term plan, but I can't believe it. Although the lotus seeds in the mud are untainted, they are not lost when they are moved into his home."
So far, there is no doubt whatsoever.
Lady Mingyue's sincerity was betrayed, and she committed suicide after drinking.
In addition, the tear stains on this reply can be used as evidence.
"This person……"
Chao Heng hesitated to speak, and finally sighed, feeling helpless.
Since he didn't know the inside story, he only talked about this poem. In fact, it can be said that he was sincere. He didn't dislike Lady Mingyue's background, and even praised her for being able to survive in the mire, but she had no choice but to have an empty wallet and no ability. Redeem him.
Chang'an has a population of more than one million, but everyone knows that the ladies are well-known. Even Hu merchants in the West City have heard about her and want to be married to her. Therefore, it will cost at least five dollars to take away the deed of betrayal from the fake mother. One hundred taels of gold.
What is the concept of five hundred taels of gold?
Today is a prosperous time, when people are wealthy and prices are extremely low: a pound of salt costs 40 cents, a liter of vinegar costs 5 cents, an old hen costs 30 cents, and 500 cents can buy a big pig.
The standard rations set by the imperial court for serving men were "two liters per day" and six dou per month of rice, and these only cost 270 pence. If you eat wheat, it will indeed be a bit more expensive, but it will only be twice as much at most.
Under such circumstances, the remuneration of imperial officials also increased with the tide. Take Chao Heng, a seventh-grade disciple of Zuo Buque, as an example: on the day he took office, he would be allocated 350 acres of farmland, and he could receive 80 shi lumi per year. In addition to the guards assigned by the imperial court, they can also receive a monthly subsidy of four guans.
They sold their job fields and allowed the serving guards to spend their own money to avoid labor. All their salaries were converted into copper coins, which would give them about five taels of gold.
One tael of gold can be exchanged for six guans, which is almost fifty kilograms. Five hundred taels of gold is more than ten tons of copper coins. It requires dozens of ox carts and donkey carts to pull it. Not to mention a poor scholar, Chao Heng will not eat it. Only if you don't drink for a hundred years can you be qualified to redeem Lady Mingyue's body. There is another prerequisite:
Fake mother don't sit on the ground and raise the price.
Therefore, among everyone present, the only person who could really redeem the oiran's life was Lu Li, and he relied on his family, not the imperial salary.
At this time, Huang Liuniang squeezed over and read the poem, and immediately burst into tears: "Daughter, why are you so obsessed with a poor scholar?"
I originally thought that there was something fishy about this case, and that the murderer could be caught and compensated for the losses, but now various signs indicate that Lady Mingyue was really trapped by love, and she committed suicide because of her own thoughts.
At the same time, Miss Qian Rui wiped away her tears, obviously feeling the same thing, and even said: "We all know that we are entrusted to a wrong person."
"Appreciate further details."
Lu Li sniffed the letter raft, frowned slightly, and after hearing something in Qian Rui's words, he raised his eyes and looked over.
"There is a rule in Pingkangfang. If you really find a lover and the other person has no money to spend, although the lady cannot leave, you can choose not to receive guests and just give some money every day. Everyone knows that the lady has not saved enough to replace him. The gold that redeems oneself.”
Miss Qian Rui glanced at Huang Liu Niang, and seeing that she didn't stop her, she continued: "However, giving the fake mother the same amount of money every day can support her for three to five years. During this period, if he makes a difference, it is not impossible to replace him." Lady Mingyue redeems herself."
Before Lu Li could speak, Huang Liuniang's voice suppressed everything. She looked like she was mourning for her heir, and she cried more and more sadly: "Daughter, mother treats you so well, why don't you tell mother? Where can I get five hundred taels..."
Amidst the mourning, fire came from the attic.
"Where is Huang Liuniang?"
"Officials from Dali Temple are here to investigate the case, come and greet us quickly!"
Li Bai and others looked at Lu Li, as if to say: You don't care about anyone with such a high official position.
With the bad guys, the patrolling Wuhou, and the gangsters all by his side, and with An Lushan as his backer, Yuan Zai was very satisfied. He felt that as long as he grasped the opportunity, he would be able to rise to prominence and change the color of his official uniform. .
The guardian didn't want to make the matter bigger and affect his boss's business, so he handed over to Yuan Zai and said, "My lord, someone has taken over this case."
"fart!"
Bao Canjun became angry and cursed: "It was only two moments before the murder happened that Marquis Wu led his people to rush over. You bully me and don't understand the rules?"
As he spoke, he kicked the ranger holding the sharp blade to the ground.
"Who is it?" Yuan Zai was more thoughtful.
After helping his companion up, another guard ranger looked reluctant and said: "Dali Temple is reviewing affairs. He happened to be attending a banquet here."
Hearing this, Yuan Zai finally let go of his worries and told Wu Zuo: "You should conduct an autopsy as soon as possible, but you are not allowed to act rashly without my order."
"Here."
The three gangsters knew the seriousness and did not dare to disembowel the corpse here. They only planned to examine the surface first and roughly judge the cause.
"Let's go up and see which colleague it is. Maybe he will find something."
There was a sense of ease in Yuan Zai's words, and he had obviously already thought of how to send the person away.
The group moved to the attic, walked through the hall and climbed the stairs, and came to the private boudoir where Lady Mingyue lived. A dozen maids blocked their view. Bao Canjun felt unhappy and pushed them away.
The view is wide open.
Yuan Zai, Li Bai and others looked at each other, and their eyes were fixed on Supervisor He's official uniform, which was a large purple robe with colorful silk and a belt decorated with gold and jade. They were about to cross their hands and salute, but their eyes stopped on the person next to them.
Bao Shenjun was a military man who was about to be transferred to Chang'an for a post. He thought he had An Lushan as his backer. He was about to ask, but he saw Yuan Zai, who was full of confidence, kneeling to the ground directly and neatly.
what's the situation?
Not only Bao Canjun, but also the few Wuhou who came over looked at each other for a while.
At this moment, Yuan Zai had sweat on his forehead and thorns on his back. After some mental struggle, he put aside all kinds of distracting thoughts and said loudly: "I have met the temple minister. I wish the temple minister a good health."
"I've met Supervisor He."
As soon as he finished speaking, the confused Bao Canjun also realized what he was doing and quickly crossed his hands and saluted.
"Who are you?"
There are two Shaoqings, two chief clerks, two bookkeepers, two recorders, twenty-eight people in the palace, fifty-six historians; four Yucheng people, six prison historians, four pavilion chiefs, and eighteen Zhanggu people. , one hundred people asked questions; six were officials and twelve were historians; twelve people were commentators and twenty-four were historians.
Not counting the handymen, there were more than 200 officials in Dali Temple. Lu Li felt that there was such a person in his mind, but he couldn't remember any more.
"Go down... to comment on Yuan Zai."
His tone was humble, as if he had committed something.
However, before Lu Li could ask further questions, a clear voice came from the window sill, and the black figure stood still:
"Where is the file? You are on duty tonight. Why did I only see Wang Pingshi when I went there?"
"Why, are you here at Pingkangfang for fun?"
A cat's paw pressed down on Yuan Zai's head, and looked at Lu Li with cold eyes. It really didn't expect to meet its chief officer at the scene of the murder:
It’s not easy to investigate the case, Maomao sighed.
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