Reporting to Dali Temple in the afternoon, Di Renjie knew that this boy was going to Yangzhou for business soon, so he did not arrange any official duties for him. He only arranged some precautions for retrial of the case and explained some unspoken rules of officialdom, and then let him go.
However, Shangguan Wan'er hadn't come back yet, and Wang Rong had already fallen asleep on the chair in the main hall, not even realizing that the letter in his hand was scattered on the floor.
Li Chongrun signaled the yellow-haired little loli who was following him to pack up the letter, and then he picked up Wang Rong and carried him to the guest room in the front yard.
Li Chongrun usually felt that Wang Rong was thin, and always thought it was because he was slightly younger than himself. However, when he hugged him today, he felt that he was really light.
But after all, this little brat was younger than me. He would have been a primary school student in his previous life. It was understandable that he was a little lighter, so he didn't think much about it.
After letting him sleep on the bed in the guest room, Li Chongrun took the letter Huang Mao had compiled.
In addition to the originals, the last two are manuscripts transcribed by Wang Rong with a quill pen. The handwriting is a bit thin, but it has a vague flavor of Zhao style calligraphy.
At first, Li Chongrun's manuscript was taken away by Wang Siye, and he used it to ponder it endlessly on weekdays. Although Li Chongrun's Zhao style calligraphy was just a beginner's calligraphy, it already gave Wang Siye's calligraphy a vague flavor of a pioneering school.
Therefore, recently there have been obviously more people looking for Wang Siye's calligraphy. As Wang Siye's grandson, Wang Rong's calligraphy has naturally improved by leaps and bounds.
The first manuscript was the map compiled by Wang Rong. After looking at it carefully, he found that the location was Jiankang.
Jiankang, formerly known as Jinling, was later renamed Guoyingtian, Jiangning, and in the Ming Dynasty it was renamed Nanjing, which is more familiar to everyone.
Li Chongrun said to himself that he just happened to receive a business trip to Yangzhou, and this treasure map took him to Nanjing, which is opposite Yangzhou. What a coincidence.
I opened the second manuscript and found a very simple sentence on it: "Ten pole men have received the goods, and two more people will be added next time. The materials will be delivered as soon as possible, Master Controlling Crane."
The leader and the material, Li Chongrun, roughly guessed what it meant, but who was this crane controller and why did he order so many bomb disposal units?
If Old Chen could be found, the problem would be easily solved. However, it had been three days since Yang San went to their hometown to look for Old Chen and he still hadn't come back. Seeing that he was about to be sent abroad on business, Li Chongrun felt a little impatient.
When Shangguan Wan'er came back from the palace, it was almost dark, but as soon as she entered the house, she saw an anxious-looking Li Chongrun wandering around outside the guest room.
"What? Did someone give you money to push the wheels?"
He is used to seeing this boy being careless. Even Shangguan Wan'er, who has been taking care of him for several years, rarely sees this boy being so anxious.
"Chongrun has met my aunt." Seeing Shangguan Wan'er return, Li Chongrun could only put down the burden in his heart and explore what Wu Zetian had arranged for today.
"You must be impatient to wait." After taking the manuscript handed over by Li Chongrun, Shangguan Wan'er only took a cursory glance and roughly guessed the reason why the little fat man was anxious.
"This is a bit of a coincidence." Shangguan Wan'er raised her eyebrows with a look of surprise.
"Auntie, this manuscript was found in the tomb of Empress Chen. It should not be a forgery. Why did it appear at this time? Does this matter have anything to do with His Majesty's assignment of me to Yangzhou? Why did I just go to Yangzhou to retrial a few cases?
, there are so many people fighting for it in the DPRK today?"
Li Chongrun opened his mouth like a barrage of words, which made Shangguan Wan'er unable to respond. After pondering for a long time with the letter, Shangguan Wan'er finally figured out the whole story.
"All your questions are actually one question, that is, you suspect that Master Controller is your Majesty." Shangguan Wan'er dismissed the maid beside her and whispered to Li Chongrun: "This is not your Majesty's or the one who usually drafts for His Majesty.
The handwriting of the person who wrote the imperial edicts and documents is very unfamiliar."
"But he should be a person who is very close to His Majesty. He can at least secretly influence His Majesty and draw His Majesty's attention to the Yangzhou case."
"As for why you were sent there, firstly, you saw in the court today that you are the candidate that none of the three parties object to. Secondly, His Majesty wants to arrange a marriage and draw you closer to their relatives in the Wu family, so he has to give
Wu Youning, let's see what you are capable of, so that others don't regret it. Thirdly, Yangzhou is a famously wealthy place with plenty of oil and water. As for the last thing..."
Before Shangguan Wan'er could finish speaking, Princess Taiping's voice came from behind, "I asked you to go."
"I asked you to go to Yangzhou to help me investigate a matter. Recently, my manpower has been a little busy and I really can't spare it. There happens to be something related to the Wuling people. You can go to Yangzhou with the appropriate manpower.
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Princess Taiping seemed to be very haggard, and her words were a little confused, "Check all the monk temples in the south of the Yangtze River for me, and find a very handsome little monk. I don't know his name. The only characteristic is that there are two eyebrows on both sides."
A mole."
Princess Taiping threw a portrait over. On it was a very simple drawing of a little monk, which was characterized by two moles on the eyebrows.
"Is this person also a subordinate of the Wuling people?" Li Chongrun asked curiously.
"I don't know. I lost several men before I could barely detect his whereabouts. Buddhism seems to attach great importance to him. He is always protected by more than a dozen monks with spears and sticks."
"If you can have more than a dozen bodyguards, then you must be very rich. Or you must be very handsome."
Li Chongrun thought of the bodyguards who cheered and cheered for idol trainees in later generations, and let out a sigh that did not belong to this era.
"He is indeed rich. He previously made a vow at the Dabaoen Temple to build a giant Buddha in Runzhou, which will be made of fine iron. The great monk Huaiyi of the Dabaoen Temple alone donated 500,000 yuan."
Hearing such a huge amount, even Li Chongrun, who owns the best restaurant in the world, took a breath. "The bald man is so rich? But, what does this matter have to do with the Wuling man?"
Princess Taiping sighed softly, "There was a sister who tried her best to convey the message. She heard that the monks with guns and sticks privately called the young monk Wulingren."
"Why did they all come together?" Li Chongrun sighed, "One thing was a coincidence, two things were arranged by God, and three things came together. Unless someone did it deliberately, I really don't know what else.
possible."
Princess Taiping didn't know about Empress Chen's treasure map and Master Kong He, but after hearing what Li Chongrun said, she remembered something.
"I don't know who Master Konghe is, but there used to be a bunch of sluts in the city of God, nicknamed Konghexuan. They were the best at kidnapping. But they were wiped out by Master Di, and all the people were thrown in.
Go to Lijingmen."
"As for your suspicion of someone deliberately arranging it, it is actually not unfounded. There is at least one person who has the ability to plan this series of things. But this person should have been dead for a few years."
Princess Taiping didn't stop talking without surprising her words, and directly threw out an answer that seemed the most impossible.