仵作daily [traveling]

The items taken out of Yun Chenghua's study did not reveal too much information. The three letters were written to Yun Chenghua by one person. Although the name was not mentioned in the letters, it is believed that the letters have the same handwriting and must have been written by the same person.

The pile of scraps of paper was finally assembled into a complete white paper by Du Si and his wife. They looked at it for a long time, and found that this paper was also a letter, and the contents of the three letters were similar to those written by the same person. Du Si glanced at Yun Chenghua's homely conversation before going to sleep. The letter was indeed unsigned. Based on the nickname Yun Chenghua had in the letter, he believed that the person at the other end must be very close to him. Judging by the tone, that He is also a man, but Yun Chenghua has no other blood relatives in Yunzhou. Could it be that this man is Yun Chenghua's real distant relative?

But Du Si didn't even know his name, so how could he be sure of his identity?

Dusi was so exhausted that he couldn't withstand the attack of the Sandman, so he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

On the second day, Du Si looked at the four letters again, but there was still no progress. He carefully looked at the torn paper many times, and it was not difficult to find that Yun Chenghua vented his anger only on this white paper. The reason is that the tone of the man in the letter suddenly became indifferent, and he kept blaming Yun Chenghua between the lines. Although Du Si didn't know what happened between the two of them, he could see from it that Yun Chenghua seemed to have messed up some things. , that made the man so angry.

Du Si put the letter on the table, got up and walked out of the house. The cold wind outside the door calmed Du Si's disturbed nerves for a moment. In the scene, as soon as he and Du Heng arrived in front of the ancestral house, Yun Chenghua jumped out of the middle window and fled his home quickly.

Putting other things aside, Yun Chenghua was able to go to his ancestral house to offer incense and worship ancestors just because Yun Chenghua was reported to have died. This kind of friendship should not be underestimated. In the face of a real disaster, how many people in the world can do their best and fulfill their filial piety?

Du Si stood outside the house for a long time, Du Heng and Du Yu went out to buy charcoal fire, leaving him alone in the room, Du Si opened the door and wanted to clear the snow, at this moment, some people in the corner were afraid The man suddenly moved, they glanced at Du Si, and left one after another.

Du Si paused, and soon picked up the broom and swept the snow in front of the door. When he cleared a road along the road, Du Heng just came back.

"My lord, we're back." Seeing Du Si, Du Heng hurried into the house and put the things in his arms on the table.

Those were a few steaming steamed buns. Du Heng took over Du Si's work and urged him to eat. Du Yu filled the charcoal fire beside him. After a while, the room warmed up. After Du Si finished eating the buns, he excused himself Going out for a stroll, leaving Du Heng in the house, he left with peace of mind.

At this time, the snow in Huaiqing stopped, but Du Si knew that it would still come, what should come will always come, the only difference is time.

Du Si went to Cheng Qian's residence again and asked him about Qing Yun Chenghua's situation in Huaiqing. Cheng Qian was very sure that Yun Chenghua had no close relatives in Huaiqing. This was known to many people. He Never wrote a letter to anyone.

The big yellow dog at the corner of the yard barked at Du Si again. He bid farewell to Cheng Qian and returned to the same road. Along the way, Du Si kept thinking about the three memorial tablets in Yun Chenghua's ancestral house. Wei Baimei also has a lifeless spirit seat, in which only his father and grandmother are missing. Is the lifeless spirit seat one of these two, or does it have other intentions?

A gust of cold wind blew by, Du Si tightened his collar and walked forward with his back arched. Suddenly, several bright figures drove by. He raised his head and looked over there. , a few wealthy families in mink fur coats walked by, and one of them, a middle-aged man wearing a bright red brocade hat, was dancing and dancing, as if talking about something with others. The cold wind seemed to have life. These people drew apart in front of them, and abruptly threw themselves on the people on both sides. The head of the person wearing the red hat held his head high and his chest high. In the beautiful scenery of a good day, I feel uncomfortable talking and expressing my opinions.

Du Si saw that the man wearing the red hat was very familiar, and he followed all the way until these people entered a three-story restaurant. The man wearing the red hat suddenly turned his face and smiled like a New Year picture pasted on the door. Baby, he looks very good and has a hearty laugh. Du Si can hear his laugh from far away.

Now, Du Si could understand who it was.

The pedestrian walked into the restaurant, Du Si stood there, shivering from the cold after a while, he looked around, but he didn't know where he went, there were shops all around, Du Si found a few shops that seemed to be the cheapest, suddenly, he With a flash in front of his eyes, he walked into a shop selling cakes.

"Bring me a pie."

Du Si reached out to touch a few faces, and showed a bright smile to the proprietress.

"Okay." Seeing Du Siqing's handsome face, the proprietress immediately beamed with joy, and even found a small bench for him to sit on.

"You stay closer to the stove, warmer."

A group of people stared at Du Si, who was receiving special treatment, and sighed.

Du Si knew Song Wei's purpose of coming to Yunzhou, and he had to wait for him to leave the restaurant. During this period, Du Si and the proprietress talked about it.

"Master Zhizhou enforces the law impartially and has a kind heart. Compared with adults in other places, I don't know how many times better." The proprietress boasted, and Du Si forced the corners of his mouth.

After the proprietress explained, Du Si roughly understood that the prefect of Jiulong County in Yunzhou was named Qi Shao, the prefect of Beiping County was Cao Zhengming whom he knew well, and the magistrate who governed the entire Yunzhou... was Li Zhifei.

Du Si's heart is heavy. These days have passed, but Li Zhifei will look for him in the future. Du Si looked at the sky, but he saw only a gray area. Under such a thick layer of clouds, I don't know how many undercurrents are covered. The proprietress was talking, and suddenly mentioned Yun Chenghua, Du Si replied unintentionally, but who knows that it caused a wave of waves.

"I heard that Yun Chenghua and his wife, You Niang, have a very good relationship. It's a pity that this time, Yun Zhai is more dangerous than good."

"Of course Yun Chenghua treats You Niang well. Speaking of which, You Niang likes to eat my sweet cakes the most. Yun Chenghua often buys cakes from me." The proprietress said proudly.

"Sweet cakes?" Du Si frowned and pondered, only to remember what Cheng Qian said yesterday, "This is the shop on the west side!"

"Don't you know, this is the west side, far away from Yun Chenghua's house."

"So that's the case, I was confused." Du Si let go of his worries and started to care about Yun Chenghua's case, "It is said that You Niang has been favored by Yun Chenghua, and she doesn't go out on weekdays. What does she want? Yun Chenghua Give whatever you want, and envy a group of men and women."

"Yeah..." As if recalled by Du Si, the proprietress showed some smiles, but quickly suppressed them, "They only know that Yun Chenghua and You Niang are living well, but they don't know about You Niang's suffering."

"Bitter?" Du Si wondered, "What kind of bitterness?"

"A few times, You Niang ran out of the house secretly. Because she stayed in the house all year round, she rarely talked to outsiders. When she went out, she couldn't tell the difference between east, west, south, north, and the only one who could remember was me, the old woman. gone."

Seeing that Du Si was looking at her, the proprietress quickly explained, "I'm not speaking ill of Yun Chenghua, it's just that he takes You Niang too seriously. I was worried about You Niang a few days ago. She once told me that Yun Chenghua The closest thing to Hua is some forks, she treats her coldly every day, and doesn't explain to her. I see You Niang is pitiful, so I ask her to come to my house often, so that she won't get sick when she is covered. Not good."

"Don't You Niang have a maid close by? Why did you come to your house to complain?"

"It's strange to say that the servants in that house seem to be a little strange, and they don't care about You Niang..." The proprietress fell into the memory, and finally couldn't remember anything, but repeated to Du Si, "This young couple looks like Sweet and sweet, who knows what it's like in private."

Du Si frowned. What the proprietress said was far from what Cheng Qian said. Could it be that Yun Chenghua's family is really hiding some ulterior secret?

On this side, Du Si was thinking, and Song Wei just came out of the restaurant on the other side. He straightened his bright red hat and was helped by Mao Yi to walk on the road. Duce.

"Lord magistrate, look!" Mao Yi hastily stretched out his hand, "Isn't that Du Si!"

Never thought that Mao Yi's hand was too close to Song Wei, and that finger almost poked Song Wei's face.

"Take it away, take it away!" Song Wei gave Mao Yi a disgusted look, "Shouting loudly, what's the point? Have you never been to Yunzhou? I have excellent eyesight, can't you see it?"

After all, Song Wei fixed his eyes and saw Du Si.

"Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, the magistrate just mentioned him, and this kid came out." Song Wei raised a sneer, "Go, follow me to meet him."

"My lord, but the magistrate said not to..." Mao Yi shrank behind Song Wei and said cautiously with only half of his head out.

"Hey, where are you from? Listen to him or mine." Song Wei straightened his clothes and said meaningfully, "Although Li Zhifei is the magistrate of Yunzhou, he still wants to give me three points. Besides, he is just Let's rely on the official authority of Lord Zuoxiang, without Zhou Hongyi, what kind of onion is Li Zhifei?"

After all, Song Wei said eloquently, "Master Zuo Xiang highly valued him before, but he has not seen him in recent years. Look, isn't this falling out of favor? As the saying goes, the scenery on the surface is vicissitudes behind. Good baby, I am a relative of the emperor, who in this world would dare to block my words?"

"My lord, and Cao Zhengming..." Mao Yi whispered.

"Don't mention him to me." Song Wei almost slapped Mao Yi's face, he calmed down, walked forward with his chest straightened out.

"Follow me to see that brat."

"Yes, magistrate."

Mao Yipidianpidian followed, holding Song Wei's arm with both hands, the restaurant was not far away, the two of them walked to the door of the shop not long after, Du Si hadn't recovered yet, seeing this, Song Wei coughed a little Du Si still didn't respond, he glanced at Mao Yi, the magistrate immediately understood, and swaggered at Du Si.

"Hey, isn't this Mrs. Du, why are you here?"

Du Si was startled, just raised his head, Mao Yi's big face was close in front of his eyes, he smiled at Du Si a few times, gloating.

"I once said something to Brother Du, eh, what is it?" Mao Yi pretended to be puzzled, "Oh, by the way, let's wait and see who can have the last laugh. No, how did the ups and downs come about? So fast, look, who has the last laugh now?"

Then, Mao Yi let out a very unsatisfactory laugh, Du Si was expressionless, and did not pay attention to Mao Yi.

"Back then in Yecheng, you were so arrogant and arrogant that I didn't take it seriously. Now that you have lost power, I want to see how you get up!"

Du Si stood up suddenly, Mao Yi was startled, and accidentally fell on the snow, only to see Du Si walking in front of him, looking down from top to bottom.

"Du also said something to the magistrate, I wonder if he can remember it." Du Si looked at Mao Yi's blank expression, and a few smiles flashed in his eyes. The change is more than enough for a three-year-old who just learned to walk."

"you!!"

Mao Yi was out of breath, but Du Si turned and left without saying a word.

"Master Zhixian, you have to treat him well!" Mao Yi got up from the ground and approached Song Wei and said.

"It's been five years, but you still can't beat him. I really don't know why I took a fancy to you at the beginning?" Song Wei's disgusted eyes caused a critical blow to Mao Yi. With a sad face, he had to shut his mouth and listen to Song Wei Wei's words.

"Hmph, let him indulge for a while longer." Song Wei watched Du Si leave, his pupils were as deep as the night, "When Lord Zuoxiang comes, he will feel better, the name of the first interrogator in the capital is not It's a gimmick, let that kid have a taste of my Da Zhou criminal law."

Mao Yi's eyes lit up, and he took Song Wei's arm back and slowly helped him away.

At this time, night fell and the temperature dropped sharply. Du Si walked to the intersection, and now he turned this street to his residence, but a figure in a cloak ahead blocked Du Si's way.

Du Si stopped, raised his head to look at the man, and saw the man took a few steps forward. In the flickering night light, he took off his hood, revealing a face that Du Si was very familiar with.

"Li Zhifei."

Du Si slowly read the name, and his heart was not as flustered as expected.

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