Ning Que remembered that when the academy's admission test results were released last year, little Sang Sang had stared at Mr. Xie in a daze, and then he realized that this girl was just like him, a mortal with a heavy skin. But why had she never looked at him?
Thinking of himself in a daze? It was naturally because his skin was too ordinary. Thinking of this, he looked at her and said melancholy: "Men who are too good-looking usually have poor brains, such as Prince Longqing."
Sang Sang pillowed the little black face on her thin arm and said in a daze: "Master, I just want to see how his face grew and why it is so beautiful. I don't know which brand of makeup he used.
Chan Kam Kee or Yuzhi Garden, well, it would be great if I had the chance to see him up close, and it would be even better if I could touch his eyebrows."
Ning Que looked at her in a daze and suddenly realized that over the years, apart from taking care of housework, his little maid seemed to have no interest in happy things. He felt a pang of pity in his heart. After a moment of silence, he said with a smile: "Prince Longqing
You have to go to the second floor of the academy. If you want to see him up close, I will take you there, and you can also cheer me up and so on."
"Okay, okay!" Sangsang clapped her little hands and sat up straight, then looked at Ning Que's face and corrected her very seriously: "But I must have gone specifically to cheer you up, young master, that day, I just took a look.
he."
"That's pretty much it, be good."
Ning Que smiled and rubbed her head, and then walked towards the back house with his hands behind his back, thinking that whether it was for his own life or for the little maid's dream, he had to climb up to the second floor.
Another spring has arrived, and catkins are flying all over the sky, passing by the wells in the city, passing by the quiet noble houses in Nancheng, passing by the lively Zhuque Street, passing by the high vermilion palace walls, and playfully picking at the tip of the eaves beast's nose.
, and then fell gently to the ground, sticking the wet floor of the laundry room into a thin felt.
"I'm wrong, I'm really wrong. If I had been a little bolder when His Majesty asked last year and answered directly, I wouldn't be like now, looking at a treasure mountain with two heads and two sides.
Dare to reach out and touch it.”
The rich accent of Hebei Province echoed in the sky full of catkins. Xu Chongshan, the fat deputy commander of the guards of the Tang Dynasty, stood under the railing of the side hall, with his hands folded in his sleeves, watching those who left the imperial study with joy and pride.
The ministers who came out looked at the copies they held like treasures with their hands, and the disdain and contempt in their eyes gradually turned into the sour regret of missing the first love in their hometown.
"Why do you mean that a big old man wants to imitate the tricks of those ministers? This is a good time, isn't it a fool? It hurts so much to hit the instep of your own feet. Now His Majesty likes it more and more. This matter is making a fuss.
The bigger the turmoil becomes, the less I dare to admit that I deceived His Majesty at that time. This is really one mistake after another."
The young eunuch Lu Ji raised his head and glanced at the commander's face. He lowered his voice and suggested: "Sir, we have been watching for several months. No matter how deep Ning Que hides, he will be dug out by the court one day.
Not only will our crime of deceiving the emperor be brought to light, but our bodyguard department will not benefit us at all, or else we... just take a gamble?"
"How to bet?" Xu Chongshan snorted coldly through his nose and said: "Your Majesty likes it, the Queen likes it, and those ministers don't know whether they really like it or pretend to like it, but in short, His Majesty has been disappointed for so long, and finally found out that we kept it secret
For such a long time, all the disappointment and love will turn into anger towards you and me. By then, Ning Que will not be in any trouble, but you or I will bear the responsibility?"
Speaking of serious business, the deputy commander's Hebei Dao accent became much lighter, and he addressed me without saying "Er". How could Lu Ji dare to answer the conversation? He rolled his eyes, thinking that if that day comes, the one who will take the blame must be the one who gets the blame.
As a little eunuch, I have to find a way to break this situation...
"Lu Ji... Apart from the Queen, who do you think your Majesty trusts the most in the palace?" Xu Chongshan suddenly spoke.
Lu Ji was startled, and realized that the deputy commander had seen through his thoughts. He bowed with a mournful face, and after thinking for a long time, he tentatively said: "Master National Preceptor?"
"I don't care what you do about this matter, but you must handle it properly anyway. Let Your Majesty know who wrote that calligraphy through the Imperial Preceptor, but you must also remove the Guards Department from this matter."
Xu Chongshan said a simple explanation and walked towards the palace gate.
After Lu Ji picked up such a hot potato, he couldn't bear to just watch the master walk away, with a face full of anxiety, and followed him, saying in a low voice and hastily: "Lord Commander, it's easy to say, how to pick this?"
"If I can pick it, why should I ask you to think about it!" Xu Chongshan turned around and glared at him, and said angrily: "I am busy with official duties every day, so how can I have time to do these small things?"
"It's not a magic weapon, it's just a broken calligraphy. Why did it make such a big fuss? That Prince Longqing is also a problem. He actually asked the commander to go to Taohua Lane to send troops to suppress it. He's just a broken beauty.
Young man, why are all the girls and wives in Chang'an City so crazy?"
The Lord Commander walked away with a puff of his sleeves, and could faintly hear his complaining and nagging voice coming from among the catkins: "The world is really in chaos!"
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The peach blossoms in the Peach Blossom Lane of Chang'an City have not yet bloomed, and the peach blossoms outside the Jingyuan Cemetery on the outskirts of the city have just produced countless pink buds. The Jingyuan Cemetery is located between the green forests and secluded mountains, and those who are eligible to be buried here are basically
Officials of the Tang Dynasty or wealthy businessmen and celebrities. Now is the season for outings and sweeping graves. Wind-blown cigarette smoke lingers above the graveyard, and the still-warm ashes of paper money are piled in front of the fire net at the edge of the forest.
A thin middle-aged man in a gray robe stood high up in the cemetery, quietly watching the movement below, waiting for the people in front of the large stone tomb to leave, and then slowly walked down.
Looking at the glorious history of Zhang Yiqi's birth and death years on the tombstone, the middle-aged man in gray robe was silent for a moment, and then walked forward to the tomb. His right hand slowly stroked the newly cut grass, and the palm of his hand touched the fresh grass.
The stubble surfaces of the grass roots are very close to each other, but they are not completely in contact.
A thin, gray-robed high school student named Lin Ling was a master of the Tang Dynasty's Northeast Frontier Army and a master of Dongxuan Realm. Under the orders of General Xia Hou of the town army, he arrived in the capital Chang'an at the beginning of last winter and began to secretly investigate Zhang Yiqi and others.
In the past six months, he had read a lot of files on the Sanchun murder case through acquaintances in the military department. He had gone to the blacksmith shop in the east of the city and the small lakeside house in the south of the city to conduct on-site inspections several times. As for the Jingyuan Cemetery, this was his fourth visit.
The latter two Chun murder case files are not without doubts. The file that never caught the real culprit is the biggest doubt in itself. However, this frontier army master did not find anything that can be connected between the two files, and he is
Under the orders of General Xiahou, he conducted a secret investigation. Before finding conclusive evidence, it was inconvenient to communicate with the relevant government agencies, and naturally there was no way to get help from those agencies, such as Chang'an Prefecture.
As for the death file of the imperial censor Zhang Yiqi, he had read it many times and could not see any problems at all. It looked like an old censor who was afraid of his wife and was in a traffic accident when he ran out of a brothel in panic.
He didn't know that because Madam Yushi was reluctant to give up on the Red Sleeve Move at first, the Chang'an Mansion had done a very solid job on this file. Not to mention him, even the professionals sent by the court to look at it would not be able to find anything in the file.
question.
If it were an ordinary person, if he didn't find anything strange for several months, he might leave Chang'an directly and return to the military camp in the northeast to present his judgment. However, Lin Ling is not only a master of the Dongxuan Realm;
A soldier of the Tang Dynasty had enough perseverance and patience to persevere before he was completely sure. What's more, he knew better than anyone else that General Xiahou and Military Advisor Gu Xi would never accept any vague conclusion.
Before leaving, Military Advisor Gu Xi had told him that the most critical of the three murder cases in Chang'an City was the death of the imperial censor Zhang Yiqi. The general did not need him to find out whether there was any connection between these murders. He only needed to confirm that the imperial censor Zhang Yiqi was dead.
There is no other doubt as to whether Shi Zhang Yiqi really died in a traffic accident.
"On the outskirts of Chang'an City, there are a group of tombs of dignitaries..." Lin Ling looked at the tombs in front of him quietly, frowned slowly, and sighed in an inaudible voice: "We can't invite Chang'an Mansion to open the coffin for autopsy, and we can't risk it.
If we open the tomb on our own at the risk of being investigated and angered by the imperial court, how can we find out whether there is anything wrong with the death of the censor in the coffin?"
Although he still gained nothing, even though he seemed to be in trouble, he still did not choose to leave. Instead, his face gradually showed a look of determination, he stepped back a few steps, lifted up the front of his green robe and sat on the ground.
What he does next will cause great damage to his cultivation, and is similar to searching for a small stone in the haystack. What's even more troublesome is that he himself doesn't know whether there is that small stone in the haystack.
But he decided to do this anyway, because only by getting to this point could he convince himself to leave Chang'an.
In this way, this strong man from the Dongxuan Realm from the Northeastern Frontier Army of the Tang Dynasty sat down among the tombs. Let the catkins fall gently on his clothes, and let the newly born green peach buds mock at the tips.
Looking at himself, from morning to afternoon, his shadow shrank from an angle, and his face became paler and paler.
I don't know how much time passed, but Lin Ling slowly opened his eyes and looked at the tomb of the imperial censor not far in front of him. His face showed an extremely shocked look, but his eyes were filled with doubts and a hint of relaxation.
It seems that I feel relieved because I have determined something or a certain speculation.
He raised his sleeves and gently wiped away the sweat that was about to drip from his brow. He stood up with difficulty, held on to his tired waist and took a deep breath of the smoke-scented air above the tombs, and walked slowly towards Chang'an City.
go.
The next day, the tranquility of the censor Zhang Yiqi's tomb was once again disturbed. The people who came were not the fierce wives at home who cried into tears yesterday, nor the plump concubines who howled without tears, but Lin Ling and several Chang'an officials.
The government official.
Today, Lin Ling was not wearing the cyan casual clothes, but was wearing a Tang army uniform. He looked particularly sharp and strong. He turned his head and bowed to the Chang'an government officials, and said softly: "Sir, since I am humbled by my position, I am willing to be killed with my neck."
If you are a surety, can you please tell me when we will open the coffin?"
The Yamen servants parted, and Shangguan Yangyu, the governor of Chang'an, walked out with a frown on his face.