So Zhou Ping went back to the house and put it on, and walked with Wen Cheng. Wen Cheng gave instructions and explained the halls he passed along the way, explaining the origin one by one and a long speech. Zhou Ping also secretly admired that although this person was not successful in the imperial examination, he had talent and knowledge in his heart. He occasionally answered one or two times, and could scratch the other person's itchy place. After a while, both of them felt quite as if they were the same. Seeing that it was almost lunch, Wen Cheng pointed to the rather majestic pagoda not far away and smiled: "There are illustrations of Buddhist scriptures on each floor of the walls of the tower of repaying grace, which were made by famous craftsmen. They are extremely exquisite and famous in the north. You and I have traveled all over the pagoda, so I will have a meal?"

Zhou Ping smiled and said, "Of course, follow Mr. Wen's instructions!"

The two walked to the pagoda and found that the pagoda gate was closed. There was an iron general holding the door on it. There was no monk who could see the door around. Wen Cheng shook his head in disappointment: "I came to Yanjing a few times ago and wanted to visit this Jingwei Temple, but I always had no chance. This time I finally lived here, but I was turned away."

Zhou Ping looked at the external structure of the pagoda and smiled and said, "Mr. Wen, if you really want to see it, I have a way."

"You have a way?"

"Not bad!" Zhou Ping smiled meaningfully, walked to the side, jumped up agilely, grabbed a protruding point on the tower wall, climbed up to the second floor in a few seconds, then untied his belt, hung it down, and said to Wen Cheng: "Mr. Wen, grab the belt!"

"This is not very good, right?" Wen Cheng was a little at a loss about Zhou Ping's actions.

"I'm just coming in and checking in. I'm not a thief, I'm just too lazy to go and open the door with the monk. What's the point? Wen Gong, hurry up and catch it, otherwise the monks will cause misunderstandings if they see us like this?"

"Okay, okay!" Wen Cheng had no choice but to grab the hanging belt. Zhou Ping tried hard on his hand, pulled it up in a few seconds, and drilled into the window. Zhou Ping took back his belt, and the two began to admire the murals on the inner wall of the pagoda. Although the murals only told stories about Buddhist scriptures, the lines were beautiful and the characters were lively. Obviously, the painters who made them were all famous craftsmen at that time, and many of the pictures were gilded, which made Zhou Ping, who was beside him, couldn't help but amazed at the wealth of the Liao Buddhist Temple at that time.

Wen Cheng's expression was much more complicated, as if he was happy or sad, and he sighed in a low voice from time to time, which surprised Zhou Ping. In a blink of an eye, the two had already reached the top floor. Looking out from here, the scenery of the entire Youzhou City was all contained in his eyes. Wen Cheng looked at the scenery outside and sighed in a low voice: "I don't know how much money and money have been consumed in this pagoda."

Zhou Ping nodded and was about to reply, but he heard heavy footsteps coming downstairs. It was obvious that someone had entered the tower. He looked around and pointed at a statue of arhat and said, "Mr. Wen, if the monk guarding the tower saw it, I would be in trouble. You and I will go to the back and hide."

Wen Cheng and Zhou Ping had just hid behind the Buddha statue, and saw one person coming up, but he was not the tower guard monk he had imagined. He was a man in his thirties or forties. He looked quite luxurious and probably a noble man from the Liao Kingdom. The noble man from Liao came to the tower and did not worship the Buddha statue. His eyes flashed, as if he was looking for something. Zhou and Wen both cried out in secret, for fear that he would catch him, so he couldn't explain it clearly. After about a while, a voice came from under the tower, and it seemed that someone was about to go up to the tower. Zhou Ping was complaining in his belly, and the noble man suddenly lifted the curtain of the wooden table in front of the Buddha statue and crawled in.

"What is this guy doing? Why did he hide? Could it be that he wants to do something?" Zhou Ping thought to himself. He turned his head and looked at Wen Cheng. The other party shook his head gently. It was obvious that Wen Cheng was the same as him and didn't understand what was going on.

At this time, someone came up from the stairs. Zhou Ping carefully turned his body and looked out from the gap in the Buddha statue. Three women came in. They should be dressed as a noble lady and two maids walking with them. The noble lady was wearing a high hat, and the gauze curtain hanging from the brim of the hat isolated Zhou Ping's curious eyes. The two maids placed a blanket in front of the Buddha statue and retreated, leaving only the noble lady.

The noble lady was alone in front of the Buddha statue, staring at the statue for a while, then took off her hat, walked to the blanket, and prayed under the statue. Since she was in Khitan, Zhou Ping could not understand what the other party said, but even if the noble lady spoke Chinese, there would be no difference. Zhou Ping was already stunned by the beauty of the noble lady. She was about twenty-six or seven years old, and was at the most beautiful age of a woman. Under her broad forehead was a slender and straight nose, and a pair of bright and flexible eyes. Her rosy lips and fair skin as white as the most delicate white porcelain. A robe spun with the finest wool wrapped around her slender and plump body, her thick black hair was draped to her round shoulders, and a blond hair circle inlaid with gems near her forehead was tightly tied with a black mink fur outside the robe. In short, there was no part of the lady's body that did not exude that fatal charm, so that Zhou Ping, who was hiding behind the Buddha statue, almost felt a suffocation.

"Who?" A scream woke Zhou Ping up from that intoxication. The nobleman of Liao who was hiding under the Buddha's case climbed out. The uninvited guest seemed to have scared the charming noble lady. She instinctively retreated to the exit of the stairs, but the nobleman's movements were faster, blocking the other party's retreat. He knelt down and said a few words to the noble lady in a low voice. The terrified expression on the noble lady's face gradually disappeared, replaced by solemnity.

"Is it because of the two people who have met each other privately? It doesn't look like it!" Zhou Ping thought to himself. At this time, the gossip cells in his mind that had been leisure for a long time began to move again. At this time, the situation in the field changed suddenly. The man kneeling on the ground seemed to be asking for something, and the lady kept shaking her head, probably rejecting it. Finally, the lady rushed towards the stairs, as if she was about to leave here. The man kneeled on the ground hurriedly stood up and grabbed the lady's arm. The two wrestled. Suddenly the lady took something out of her arms and stabbed the man in the chest. The lady immediately reached out to cover her chest. The lady took the opportunity to escape. The man stood up and seemed to want to chase him, but just took two steps, he fell to the ground, struggled for a while and stopped moving.

"Is it possible for a lover to have sex? The noble lady killed someone to silence him?" Zhou Ping shook his head, unable to understand. The voices downstairs were spreading farther and farther away, and it seemed that the noble lady had escaped. Zhou Ping crawled out from behind the Buddha statue, picked up a hat and looked at it. There was no ornament on it to mark his identity, but a woman's body fragrance came. Zhou Ping put the hat aside, walked to the man on the ground, turned it over, and saw a dagger inserted into the left chest of the other party, which had already died.

"This woman's hand is so hot, and she can be stabbed into her heart with one knife. It's not just a noble family!" Zhou Ping smiled and pulled out the dagger, wanting to find some clues on the dagger.

"This woman's surname is Xiao and is named Samantabhadra. She is the wife of Yelu Chun, the king of Qin and Jin." A voice came from behind Zhou Ping, which was Wen Cheng.

"What? How do you know?" Zhou Ping was stunned and swept the dagger in his hand. Sure enough, there were three words "Yelu Chun" cast on the handle of the dagger, and he knew that the other party was probably talking well.

"I can understand the Khitan language." Wen Cheng pointed to the corpse lying on the ground and said, "There are people in the camp of the Liao emperor who are injustice and want to collude with Yelu Chun to invade the matter. They regard Yelu Chun as the emperor, and negotiate peace with the Jin people to protect the country. This person is the envoy. Xiao Puxian refused, and the two of them were in stalemate. Unexpectedly, they killed this person by accident."

"False action? How do you know it was a mistake? Didn't you intentionally kill this person to silence him?" Zhou Ping smiled.

"Look!" Zhou Ping pointed to Xiao Puxian and his group who were leaving quickly under the tower: "She didn't even pack up the dagger. If she hadn't left in such a hurry, the body would be discovered by the monk in a moment, and it would be easy to contact her. There was no such unclean silence? It was obvious that she accidentally killed someone in desperation."

"What Wen Gong said is reasonable!" Zhou Ping was impressed by Wen Cheng's incisive analysis. He looked at Xiao Puxian and his party who were fleeing, and sighed: "I didn't expect that Liao's internal affairs were so disordered. It seems that the Song Dynasty should have made plans early."

"Zhou Chengxin, come and help me!" Wen Cheng bent down and moved the body with difficulty. Zhou Ping asked in surprise: "What are you doing?"

"Do you a favor and clean up the body!" Wen Cheng smiled and said, "Now our Song Dynasty is not ready. If the incident happens, it will only be cheaper for the Jin people. It is better to throw the body outside casually and let them suspect each other. When the Song Dynasty is ready, we will bring up the old things again."

"Not bad!" Zhou Ping was already impressed by this old official at this time, thinking that there was really a problem with the method of selecting officials in the Song Dynasty. A talented person like this was over fifty years old and still fell into a subordinate. If there were more people in the two palaces who were as clear as Wen Cheng, they would not end up in Kaifeng and the fall of the two saints Beishou.

It took a lot of effort to drag the man's body to a deserted abandonment, and cleaned up all the blankets, hats and blood on the ground on the top of the tower. Zhou Ping also kept the dagger. When the two had finished dealing with the matter and returning to their residence, it was already dinner time. Before the two entered the yard, the envoy of the delegation had already come up and shouted: "Mr. Wen, where have you been looking for you for a long time, go see him."

"Why are you so in a hurry?" Wen Cheng asked as he entered the door.

"Don't ask, your husband will wait in the hall, you will know when you ask." The escort sang a fat look to Wen Cheng and said to Zhou Ping beside him: "Zhou Cheng-know, you should go there too, your husband said that you will go to see him as soon as you come back."
Chapter completed!