Master Qi was shocked and confused. He didn't understand why at the moment in front of the blade and his body, a sharp pain suddenly arose on his right wrist holding the knife. The pain was a burning pain, so clear that it was impossible.
He could not understand why the mattress was held in the arms of the little girl Sangsang.
Can it be stuffed in?
Because of these problems, he forgot to stop the Chang'an government's yamen runners from taking Sangsang away. He didn't wake up until those people walked out of Linfoseven Alley. He touched his bald head with some annoyance and muttered.
After cursing for a few swear words, he sat down on the stone steps in front of Lao Bizhai.
"Please help me stare at the things under the bed and the two urns in Tianqi, so I can't lose them."
Sangsang left a sentence before leaving. So he decided to sit on the stone steps before Sangsang came back, eating, drinking, urinating, and sleeping. He could not leave anyway.
On the first day of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, light snow fell in Chang'an City.
Snowflakes slowly and sparsely land towards the ground, and can sometimes be retained among the branches and can also be stopped in the cracks of the stone slabs, but they fall on the thin shoulders under thin clothes and instantly turn into water stains.
Sangsang looked down at Shui Qing on her shoulders and weighed the heavy quilt in her arms, which seemed a little difficult. She didn't want to put the quilt at her feet, as it was not good if she was dirty by the snow water.
The entire Chang'an Mansion was silent, no master came out to show his affairs, no magistrate summoned his subordinates to ask about the case, and all the officials and yamen runners hid in their respective rooms. Even Sanji would rather take a long way than pass by the garden gate.
In fact, the officials did not even let her enter the yamen before, and asked her to stand under the stone steps in front of the mansion. However, a thin maid stood in the wind and snow, standing in front of the solemn yamen, and countless people were attracted to the fun and discussion.
The people of Chang'an are the most bold, even the emperor and the prime minister dare to scold them, let alone the Chang'an Mansion... I don't know how many dirty words sounded outside the time mansion, and there were even many traces of snowballs on the dark gate of Chang'an Mansion.
The officials were forced to let Sangsang enter Chang'an Mansion, but they still refused to ask questions and only let her stand in front of the garden gate.
The thin and short little maid stood in the snow with her bedding in her arms, looking very lonely and charming.
Wang Jingluo kept watching her, thinking about the scene where Master Qi Sidney killed himself before, he always felt a little strange... Could it be that this little maid was actually a strong man who was hidden? But at that time, the heaven and earth energy in the alley
There was no change at all. He thought for a moment and laughed, thinking that the little maid had something to do with the academy... It was probably because of this that he thought too much.
Ji Na Lao Bizhai’s little maid returned to the military department for interrogation, to find out the true relationship between her and the God of Light, to clarify the truth of this matter... to prevent the empire from being damaged. This was personally sent by Xu Shi, the general of the State-State.
The order, however, hiding fugitives belongs to the judicial category after all, and the sacred and inviolable Tang law stated that the military was prohibited from interfering in all judicial cases, so the military headquarters wanted to let the Chang'an Prefecture come forward, but then sent her to the military headquarters with the charge of treason.
Wang Jingluo had already sent the famous letter and the letter written by the general of Zhenguo to the depths of Chang'an Prefecture. He just waited for the prefect to come out and say something and met Tang Lu's request, and he could take Sangsang away.
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However, the Chang'an Prefectural Order, Lord Shangguan Yangyu, seemed to be getting worse.
The master looked at Wang Jingluo with a frown and said, "The adults started having a fever since noon yesterday and were unconscious in the evening. At this time, the drip of water had not entered. Two elderly people came to the Imperial Hospital, and there was no way to get it."
Wang Jingluo looked at the master with disgust... He thought that if your adult was determined to pretend to be impatient, let alone the imperial doctor in the Imperial Hospital... Even if the Xiling Temple gave him a divine pill, he would not be able to get up from the bed.
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"When will the prefect be able to see the matter?"
"Actually...Yibeizhi seems that if the military headquarters wants to ask the little maid what it is, it may not necessarily be taken to the military headquarters to ask. To be honest, no one in Chang'an Mansion dares to take this matter. You can do it
You can ask in this garden.”
"Hide and escape from ghosts"... Tang Luli didn't write that the military department could use this to ask about the case."
"It's just a private question, not a formal inquiry from the yamen, it's OK."
Wang Jingluo waved his hand and asked the master to leave... After thinking for a while, he slowly walked to the front of the garden, looked at the little maid standing in the snowy snow, looked at the snowflakes on her slightly yellow hair, and frowned and asked, "Is it cold?"
cold?"
Sangsang held the thick quilt and didn't feel cold, so he shook his head.
Wang Jingluo took out a few documents from his clothes, put them on the quilt that Sangsang was holding, and turned page by page to point to the handwriting on it, introducing his identity: "My name is Wang Jingluo, and the practice sect is from the Longhu Mountain lineage,
The Tianshu Department of the Tang Dynasty is registered and now serves in the military department. According to the Tang Dynasty's laws, I have the right to ask you."
Xu Shi, the general of the country, was undoubtedly the first person in the Tang Dynasty military. Even if such a big man asked a little maid, he had to complete the open procedure, not because of the background of the academy behind the little maid.
It is because he wants to show respect for Tang Lu and let the academy see this attitude clearly.
Wang Jingluo followed Xu Shi to fight in southern Xinjiang for a long time. He knew very well that the old general's tough personality. In addition, the Tang Empire was martial and had a special military status, so he was not worried about the academy's reaction.
"That old man was involved in a bloody murder in Chang'an City more than ten years ago. Xiling Temple accused him of betraying Haotian. The whole world was searching for him. However, he lived with you in Lao Bizhai for many days. I think
Ask you..."
Wang Jingluo was slightly stunned and stopped asking because he found that Sangsang pressed his head against the thick quilt, and seemed to have no idea of listening to his own question, nor did he mean to answer the question.
He said slightly annoyed, "You are just a maid. Don't expect your young master, and even the academy will stand up for a maid. I don't want to make things difficult for you, as long as you can clearly explain the relationship between you and that old man."
Sangsang looked up at him and said, "I can't say it."
Wang Jing said slightly, "Why?"
Sangsang said: "When I was a child, the young master warned me that I cannot answer questions asked by strangers."
Wang Jingluo didn't know what to say.
At this moment, a calm and majestic voice sounded in the garden.
"Girl, some of the same questions you have to answer."
A butter paper umbrella appeared in Chang'an Mansion, with fine snowflakes on the surface of the umbrella.
The person who said this was not the Taoist under the umbrella, but an official who was dressed in clothes in the umbrella.
Wang Jingluo frowned slightly. In the past, when he was a guest minister in the Prince's Mansion, he did not know much about the strong men in the court. That rainy night, he could not guess the identity of Master Yan Se. Now he is a member of the court, so he knows it.
Many things...so it is easy to recognize the identities of these two people.
The official wearing a robe was Zhuge Wuren, the highest official in the Tianshu District of the Tang Dynasty, and the Taoist who held a butter paper umbrella was He Mingchi, a disciple of the national teacher Li Qingshan. Such two people appeared at the same time, which was enough to represent the practitioners in the court.
Wang Jingluo did not expect that except for General Xu Shi, who was lonely and respectful, there were other people in the court who were interested in this thin black maid. They dared to be interested. Don’t they know who the owner of Lao Bizhai is?
Zhuge Wuren looked at Wang Jingluo and nodded slightly, saying, "I don't know what case the military headquarters is going to investigate and need to ask this woman... But we do have some important things to ask her."
Tianshu District of the Tang Dynasty was an institution for the imperial management of cultivators. It has a close relationship with the military and the South Gate of Haotian Dao. The chief officer Zhuge Wuren has always been extremely mysterious. It is rumored that this official would not practice at all.
Wang Jingluo did not sense any breath from him at this time, but he became more and more vigilant. Officials who could not practice could control so many powerful practitioners in the court and the army... except for the Tang Empire itself
In addition to the power of the people, such people are undoubtedly an amazing character.
He Mingchi took away the yellow paper umbrella and looked at Wang Jingluo and explained softly: "My Lord Zhuge and I went to Lin47 Alley, and then I realized that this little maid had been taken to Chang'an Mansion by Mr. Wang, so I came over."
Wang Jingluo said: "I don't know what questions Mr. Zhuge is going to ask."
Zhuge Wuren said coldly: "Of course it's a problem that you can't listen."
Wang Jing was silent for a moment and laughed at himself, walked slowly out from behind with his hands behind his back, saying, "It's better to be quicker.
With a loud bang, the butter paper umbrella opened in He Mingchi's hand again... As the umbrella surface dissipated, a faint breath also enveloped the garden of Chang'an Mansion, and the outside world's voice suddenly became weak.
Sangsang looked up curiously and looked at the butter paper umbrella, probably thinking of his big black umbrella.
He Mingchi thought the little maid was worried about something, so he explained with a gentle smile: "It's just sound insulation...it won't cause any harm to you. Lord Zhuge has some important things to ask you...you can just answer it truthfully."
Zhuge Wuren stared at Sangsang's eyes and asked in a sinister tone: "Before Master Yan Se and the God of Light died together, you are the only one on the top of that mountain in the world. What I want to ask you is whether the master has left anything."
The official's tone was very cold and He Mingchi couldn't help frowning slightly... Maybe he was thinking that since Junior Brother Ning Que was a guest minister in Tianshu, why did you have to be so tough to his maid?
Sangsang looked at the official and was silent for a moment and said seriously: "The carriage was left to my young master by Master Yan Se."
Zhuge Wuren shouted loudly with disgust and anger, "You know I'm not asking that."
Sangsang was not scared by the other party's appearance at all... and replied very seriously: "Whether it is a carriage or anything else, even if it is available, it will be left to my young master, so what does this have to do with you?"
Zhuge Wuren took a deep breath and said coldly: "However, some things are too important, and even the parties involved cannot give them personal information, because that thing is related to the future of the entire Tang Empire."
He Mingchi held the yellow paper umbrella and remained silent. He disagreed with Tianshu's actions very much, but he must admit that Lord Zhuge's words are correct. The formation of Chang'an City protects the Tang Dynasty for a thousand years, and its formation is no matter how close it is.
How can you not be trapped among the people, and in the hands of a thin and thin little maid?