仵作daily [traveling]

"Du Si, you still don't understand."

Li Zhifei narrowed his eyes slightly, his deep voice was actually more piercing than the cold wind whistling past on both sides, the hot air exhaled from his mouth diffused in the air, and soon disappeared.

Du Si shook his head and said nothing, his heart was indifferent.

"Hmph, I don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth." Li Zhifei sneered, "Now that you have half a foot in the coffin, Du Yongqiu is a lesson from the past. Do you have to follow your father's old path?"

Seeing that Du Si didn't respond, Li Zhifei said straight again.

"I'll give you one more chance. If you cooperate with me, I will give you a good word in front of Mr. Zuo Xiang. By then, you will be in a high position with both power and money, and you will be worthy of Du Yongqiu's kindness in nurturing you. "

He softened his tone slightly, as if he wanted to persuade Du Si, "You are born with extraordinary intelligence, and you have passed on the good skills of autopsy and solving cases from your father. , you died in Huangquan, separated from me, I feel bad."

Li Zhifei took a few steps forward again, his every move was moving, Li Zhifei raised his head, wrinkles appeared on his face, and he looked at Du Si earnestly.

"Du Si, don't make one wrong step, one step at a time!"

Du Si met Li Zhifei's eyes and backed away calmly.

"My father has been strict with me since I was a child. The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring. I used to rely on your prefect's background to save me a lot of trouble. I will definitely keep this in mind."

What he said made the atmosphere even more complicated, Li Zhifei stared straight at him, his eyes flickered with unknown meaning.

"You are my father's best friend, and you know his character very well." Du Si said firmly, "Please go back, I will not go with you."

"You!" Li Zhifei paused, with anger on his face.

"Besides, Prime Minister Zhou Hongyi is inseparable from my father's death, so how could I live in the same room with the man who killed my father?!"

Du Si's condensed black eyes were like an ice pick, piercing straight into his heart. Li Zhifei's pupils shrank slightly, his lips trembled, and his chest heaved violently a few times, as if trying to calm down the anger in his heart.

"Since the magistrate is fine, please forgive me that I have important matters to attend to, so I can't accompany you."

Du Si bypassed Li Zhifei and was about to walk out of the street. Just as he was passing the corner, Li Zhifei moved and spoke suddenly.

"Du Si, don't blame me for not reminding you, Master Zuoxiang has come to Yunzhou, he likes to deal with stubborn people like you...I have said what I should say, you can do it yourself."

Li Zhifei's words were heard clearly in Du Si's ears, and he walked out of the street and went straight to the door.

Du Si stretched out his hand, but he couldn't knock on the door in front of him. He was already in trouble. If Du Heng and others got along with him, they would only harm them for no reason.

He stood in front of the door for a long time, a few moments later, the door suddenly opened a crack, and a beautiful face appeared in front of Du Si.

"..."

Du Yu didn't speak, but waited for Du Si to enter the room and gently closed the door.

At the same time, Li Zhifei also returned to his residence. He had just stepped through the threshold when a little boy in the yard raised his head when he heard the sound. He put down the toy in his hand and immediately ran forward to hug Li Zhifei.

"Daddy, you're back!"

Due to the height restriction, he could only comfortably hug Li Zhifei's thigh.

"Father is back." Li Zhifei smiled happily, and carefully picked up the child, "Yongyi, did you listen to the teacher today?"

"En!" Li Yongyi nodded vigorously, then whispered to Li Zhifei, "Daddy, that uncle is here again, and he told me to wait here for you."

"..." Li Zhifei's expression froze, he handed Yongyi to the side maid, and walked into the bright hall by himself.

Pushing open the door, there were two people sitting in the hall, Li Zhifei hurriedly stepped forward to salute the man dressed in sable fur.

"I have seen Mr. Zuo Xiang. It has been snowing heavily in Yunzhou these days, and I have been delayed on the road. I hope Mr. Zuo will forgive me."

"Today's snow is much smaller than yesterday." Another man turned his head, showing a smiling face, "Just now, I seem to have met Li Zhifu on the road, I don't know who you are talking to, chatting What a joy."

Li Zhifei ignored Lu Jisheng, Zhou Hongyi fixed his eyes on him, and did not make things difficult for him.

"It's cold, please sit down."

"Thank you, Mr. Zuoxiang."

Li Zhifei got up quickly and sat down opposite Zhou Hongyi.

Seeing that Zhou Hongyi did not pursue the question, Lu Jisheng said nothing more. Zhou Hongyi picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip unhurriedly. Although Li Zhifei had no expression on his face, his body was very stiff.

"I heard that Du Si has come to Huaiqing." Zhou Hongyi suddenly said.

"Yes, the officer has already summoned him." Li Zhifei said in a deep voice.

"That's very good." Zhou Hongyi nodded, but when Li Zhifei relaxed a little, he asked again, "He is your nephew, why don't you bring him back to live, but arrange him somewhere else?"

Zhou Hongyi looked at Li Zhifei, his eyes were as unfathomable as a cold pool.

"It took a lot of work to find out where he lived."

Li Zhifei opened his lips slightly, and wanted to explain, but Zhou Hongyi didn't give him a chance.

"If he didn't come back with you, then he's going to confront you." Zhou Hongyi put down his teacup steadily, narrowing his eyes slightly and said, "Since that's the case, Truth will disregard the past relationship and clean it up for you."

Li Zhifei tightened his fists suddenly, leaving fine sweat on his forehead.

Zhou Hongyi whispered several times to Lu Jisheng, only to see Lu Jisheng said in a low voice with a look of joy on his face.

"According to the officials, this matter will be handed over to Zhizhou Qi Shao, and it will be as Master Zuoxiang wants."

"En." Zhou Hongyi straightened his appearance, put on the cloak and hood, and went straight out the door.

The cold wind was blowing outside the door, and a few strands of it blew into the hall, bringing a bit of biting chill. Li Zhifei's hands gradually loosened, leaving many wrinkles on his clothes.

Lu Jisheng walked up to Li Zhifei and said with a smile.

"Prefect Li, being so indecisive is not like your usual style. Could it be that you have been stimulated by something, and you can't even speak clearly?"

Li Zhifei glared at him fiercely, showing a slight embarrassment.

"Feng Shui turns around, I didn't expect you to have today, Mr. Zhifu." Lu Jisheng was very happy, and he continued, "I once heard a story, and today I came to talk to Mr. Zhifu; once upon a time, there was a cat born in a corner. The sparrow in the garden looked up at the sky every day, envious of the wild geese flying overhead, and hoped that he could also ascend to the sky. Finally, the sparrow found an opportunity, climbed out of the corner, and flew into the sky with the wild geese. But how can a small sparrow keep up with the height of the wild goose? The harder the sparrow flies, the more it can feel the distance between itself and the wild goose. Mr. Zhifu, don’t you think this sparrow is pitiful?”

Li Zhifei's face was livid, but Lu Jisheng didn't restrain himself because of this, instead he intensified his sarcasm.

"It's grass and roots, and there is a reason for the words. Some people are born lowly, but why do they always have big ambitions and make some unrealistic fantasies? It's better to stay in the corner obediently, don't join in the fun, and do whatever you want It's all gone."

Lu Jisheng couldn't stop laughing. He walked out of the hall following Zhou Hongyi's footsteps, and a few gusts of cold wind blew in, making Li Zhifei feel chilly. He sat on the chair for a long time, and suddenly, a strong wind blew in. The teacup fell on the carpet with a muffled sound.

The tea water spread everywhere, leaving a wet mark, Li Zhifei got up and walked out the door, his steps were heavy, every step seemed to be in the mud, it was difficult to get out.

On the second day, Du Si woke up early. He took some things and went to Yunzhai. He walked to Yun Chenghua's ancestral house and paused for a moment. In front of the tree, the snow under the tree was extremely deep. Du Si bent down and buried the things he brought under the snow behind the locust tree.

Then, Du Si walked around the cloud house again, among them, the candles in the wing room and the study room showed signs of burning. Du thought for a while, and observed the house from the outside. Incense ash.

There are still people active here. Du Si came to Cheng Qian's house and asked about the locust tree.

"You mean the pagoda tree in the corner of Yun Chenghua's house?" Cheng Qian thought for a few times without concealing anything, "It was planted by Yun Chenghua and You Niang together. I remember that Yun Chenghua seemed to talk about it with outsiders. Having said this, You Niang likes to raise flowers and plants, so Yun Chenghua spent a lot of money to transport pagoda tree seedlings from other places. Because You Niang's original name was Wei, which is exactly one radical away from the word "Huai", that's why he planted pagoda tree seedlings. Tree."

"Wei?" Du Si felt familiar, and suddenly remembered that there were two plaques in Yun Chenghua's ancestral house, and the names of the two dead people written on them happened to be Wei as well.

"Is You Niang a close relative of Yun Chenghua?" Du Si couldn't help asking.

"That's impossible, Yun Chenghua has no relatives in Huaiqing." Cheng Qian waved his hands repeatedly, "Besides, You Niang is a local, and the mother-in-law on the side watched her grow up, how could it be Yun Chenghua's? What about relatives?"

"I see." Du Si nodded, and the two chatted for a while. Just as he was about to leave, the big yellow dog in the yard barked again. Du Si was used to it, and soon left Cheng Qian's house.

After dark, Du Si went back to his room to rest, but saw Du Heng dozing off on the table, he woke up Du Heng, and asked him to go to bed to sleep, Du Heng's eyes were sleepy, and he suddenly yelled.

"My lord, those letters on the table are gone."

"I took it." Du Si took out a letter from his pocket, "I only keep one copy, I need to go to the post house tomorrow, maybe I can find something."

Du Si rubbed his temples and said to Du Heng, "It's getting late, go to bed and sleep."

But Du Heng didn't move, just kept looking at him with his eyes open.

"Young master, what happened to you?"

Du Si paused, then shook his head again.

"Both Du Yu and I know that Young Master has been bothered by important matters these days...I'm just a slave, and I have no right to interfere with Young Master, but if Young Master encounters any headache, you might as well say it, it will make you feel better."

Most of the childishness on Du Heng's face had faded, and he was no longer the crying child. Du Si's nerves, which had been tense for a day, relaxed, and he walked in front of Du Heng and said softly.

"If there is a chance, I will tell you."

Du Heng nodded, and the two of them fell into a dead silence, and they suddenly fell silent, perhaps because the matter was too heavy and Du Si hadn't prepared a good word, but when the two looked at each other, they both understood the other's meaning.

"Son."

Du Heng broke the silence, his black and white eyes were like flames dancing in a candlestick, bright and scorching.

"No matter what, I will follow you. No matter where you go, Du Heng will definitely pursue you to the death."

Du Si's eyes and pupils moved slightly, thousands of words turned into a smile, he turned around to search for the luggage, and took out the notebook left by Du Yongqiu.

Under Du Heng's gaze, he raised the candlestick and lit the letter.

"Du Heng, you have never seen this handbook, do you understand?"

Under the flames, Du Si's face reflected by the raging flames made Du Heng feel a little strange. He came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

On the second day, Du Si and Du Heng went out, and they found the Huaiqing Post House, trying to find out the owner of the letter. On the way, Du Si noticed the changes around him, so he asked Du Heng to go back and track down the letter alone. letter.

Many post envoys claimed that they had never seen this handwriting, but others said that people they knew seemed to know. Du Si sorted out the relationship between these people and went door to door to find them. Finally, one person told the clear news.

"It doesn't look like a local character. It has a big arc at the end, and the handwriting is perverted and wild, but it is a popular character in the capital. I have seen it a few times in Huaiqing..." The postman recalled, he turned to meet the room, Take out a few pieces of paper, "This is the list sent from the capital to Huaiqing. Once there was a mistake at the post station. Those who postponed had to write their names again before sending them off. But with so many people sending letters, how could they write so many letters?" , How much to send? So, these few pieces of paper are written on the famous people in the capital."

Money can turn ghosts around, not to mention high-ranking officials and ministers, even sending letters, there are unspoken industry rules.

Du Si and the post envoy searched for a long time, tossed and turned, and finally found a name.

"Look, this lord's handwriting is very similar to the letter in your hand. Among these names, only his handwriting is small and dense."

Du Si looked along the post envoy's fingertips, and saw a name that was beyond his expectation appeared in front of his eyes, it was exactly four big characters - Taiwei Yunmi.

At the same time, Du Si finally understood what the bakery proprietress said and what Yun Chenghua did.

"Hey, walk slowly and slip carefully!"

The postman kindly reminded Du Si that he suddenly ran towards the way he came, as if he had lost his soul. At this time, Du Si still had a question in his heart. He wanted to find Cheng Qian and ask about that matter. After that, they can report to the officials and ask for Yun Chenghua's arrest.

When Du Si ran to Cheng Qian's house, the closed door suddenly opened. Du Si was a little puzzled, and stepped forward a few steps, but he didn't hear the barking of the big yellow dog.

"Cheng Qian?"

Du Si walked in, but saw a person lying on the ground, lying face down on the snow, motionless.

"Cheng Qian, are you okay!"

He quickly turned Cheng Qian over, only to see a panicked face, Cheng Qian's eyes were wide open, his pupils dilated, his face was ferocious, and a dagger was completely buried in his chest.

"?!" Du Si was shocked. Cheng Qian was already dead. He reached out to touch Cheng Qian's neck. The muscles were still relaxed and warm, which meant that Cheng Qian had died not long ago.

A surge of resentment surged in Du Si's heart, Cheng Qian treated him well, he was honest and honest, who would be so cruel to kill him?

Looking at the corner of the yard again, the yellow dog was lying on the snow with its belly facing outwards. The murderer didn't even spare the dog.

Before Du Si could react, there was a sound of footsteps in front of the door, and there was a faint fire approaching in the distance. Du Si did not leave Cheng Qian's body behind, because he knew that he could not escape now.

The author has something to say: the more difficult it is to write at the end, I really wrote too little, and I stopped changing again, decadent T_T