Placid Chang'an

Ah Fu had been waiting at the gate of Su's house for a long time, and when he saw someone coming, he hurried forward to greet him: "Second Young Master, you are back."

Su Cen put away the umbrella under the eaves, and Ah Fu just came up to pick it up, Su Cen switched the umbrella from his right hand to his left hand, turned his head to the back, "Help him."

Qu Ling'er was coming down from Qi Lin's body, and when she arrived at home without any danger, she became more courageous, and patted Qi Lin on the shoulder, "Last time I assassinated your master because I was alive, this time I rescued you." Without you, we're even, so don't put on a fierce face when we meet again in the future."

Qi Lin shot Qu Ling'er a glance, "You're not bad, I could have caught him."

"Do you know good and bad?" Qu Ling'er jumped her feet angrily, "If I don't help you, you might be decapitated."

"Smoke bomb, I could have gone up and caught him."

"Then what if it's poisonous gas, poisonous insects, poisonous arrows and explosives? You also go up there?"

Qi Lin's faint eyes swept coldly: "My master gave me this life, and I have no complaints about his death."

"Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs," Qu Ling'er was hurt by the anger, and asked Ah Fu to turn her head and walk inside, ignoring the elm lump.

"Please trouble Guard Qi." Su Cen waved his hand to see off the guests.

Qi Lin nodded slightly, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Ah?" Su Cen was taken aback, "No, don't bother, I can go by myself."

Qi Lin was unmoved, "This is the meaning of the prince."

"But...but..." But what happened when he was escorted by the prince's guards to Dali Temple for his colleagues to see?

Qi Lin ignored it, turned his head and disappeared into the night.

Seeing the person walk away, Su Cen lowered his head and faced the umbrella in his hand.

I was planning to have someone take it back with me, but I forgot about it when I was not paying attention.

Su Cen went back to the room to put away the umbrella, opened it again after thinking about it, and looked at it carefully under the candlelight.It was dark just now and I didn't notice it, only then did I notice that there were two lines of poems written on the umbrella.

Where is Yunheng Qinling Home?

Snowy Blue Pass is not moving forward

Su Cen boasted that his handwriting was good, and he even got the true biography of Lin Zongqing's Yan Kai, but in front of these two lines of writing, he suddenly felt that his handwriting was a bit stingy.

The wild grass is used, the circle is strong and powerful, and it turns like a ring. It seems that the vastness and loneliness of the border pass are vividly displayed on the paper in a flash, unrestrained and smooth, and it is done in one go.

What kind of person can write such words?What kind of state of mind can write these two poems like weeping blood?

Suddenly recalling that pair of dry and warm hands, she held him and handed the umbrella to him.

So are those two poems written by that hand?

Su Cen couldn't help but wryly smiled, what was he thinking, he was Prince Ning who invaded the government and the people, he could destroy people with just a lift of a finger, why would he sigh "where is home"?

In other words, "The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day" is almost the same.

Su Cen didn't know how he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was bright and bright, and he was wearing wet clothes and holding an umbrella in his arms, and his heart ached.

Thinking of last night when Qi Lin said that he would come to pick him up, Su Cen got up from the bed, Ah Fu and Qu Ling'er hadn't woken up yet, and Su Cen didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he hurried out, trying his best to be before Qi Lin came over go out.

There was no sign of Qi Lin outside the door, only a canopy carriage parked at the entrance of the alley, and when he came out, a man in the carriage waved to him, "Brother Su, come here."

"Zheng Yang?" Su Cen was slightly taken aback, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that you were assassinated yesterday?" Zheng Yang lifted the curtain of the car, "Come up, I will give you a ride."

Su Cen got into the car and sat down before asking, "Who did you hear from?"

"Who else, my little uncle, Qi Lin went to my house early in the morning to smash the door, disturbing me so much that I couldn't sleep well." Zheng Yang yawned and continued: "You were really assassinated? Are you hurt? Do you want to take a leave of absence?"

"I'm fine, I'm sorry, brother Zheng."

"Why are you being so polite?" Zheng Yang smiled, "Has the assassin been caught? Tell me that your good Zhongshu Sheren should not have gone to some Dali Temple, and so did my little uncle. It's evil to let you go in such a dangerous situation." Ghosts are murderers, and even killed an assassin on the way."

Su Cen frowned, "You all know?"

"You don't know if you are not in the court. The court is about to fight because of this matter. The group headed by Liu Xiang demanded to arrest the murderer as soon as possible. Cui Hao joined his sect, which intensified the flames. You know he looks at us Isn’t it pleasing to the eye? Maybe he knew you were in Dali Temple, and this person even exaggerated the case, pointing out the bad influence in Beijing, angrily scolding Dali Temple for its ineffective handling of the case, and scared the little emperor in the court to tears.”

"Liu Xiang?" Su Cen thought for a moment, "How did he have the time to care about this kind of case?"

"Isn't this simple? Dali Temple is under my uncle's influence. He said that Dali Temple's ineffective handling of cases is just to add trouble to my little uncle. Doesn't he do such things that make people worse?"

"What did the prince say?"

Zheng Yang smiled slightly: "Cui Hao talked at length for half an hour, and my little uncle replied him with three words - get out."

Su Cen couldn't help laughing out loud, this is really like that Prince Ning's style.

"It's a pity that you are not in the court," Zheng Yang sighed, "You can't see the intrigues in the court, just like singing. Everyone has several faces, and seeks for the king and the people under the banner of serving the king and the people." Self-interest, there are some people who can get along like a fish in water and do a job with ease."

Su Cen smiled and shook her head: "There is no pure water in the world. Where there is water, there are fish. There are good shows to watch everywhere."

It was still early when we arrived at Dali Temple, so Su Cen went straight to the apse and opened the windows to get some air, and found out the cases that needed to be sorted out today. ".

Su Cen put down his pen and frowned, and after he came out to inquire, he found out that Song Jiancheng's Anbu manpower investigation overnight, actually caught the murderer, and now he is under trial in the front office.

Su Cen raised his legs and walked towards the front office, panicked for no reason, and when he saw the kneeling person in the hall, he felt a sudden thump in his heart.

Gao Miao.

The fat man who burned the paper.

The person knelt under the hall, sweating profusely, and his fat body trembling.

Seeing that Su Cen hadn't lost his temper, Song Jiancheng pointed at the hall: "The people arrested according to your instructions are all right, right?"

The fat man followed Song Jiancheng's gaze and looked at Su Cen, his eyes were cold for a moment.

Su Cen calmed down and asked, "Why do you say he is a murderer?"

"He got the stolen goods, so there's nothing else to say. Do you know what his house looks like? That's it—" Song Jiancheng pointed to a corpse covered in a white cloth, "Hanging head to foot on the beams of his house , the room was full of blood, and what about him? He was fast asleep there!"

"It wasn't me! I didn't kill him! I don't know anything!" The fat man stood up and shouted, and was pressed face down on the ground by a group of yamen servants, the flesh on his face was crushed and deformed.

Su Cen went to the corpse and took a look at the corner of the white cloth, and couldn't help frowning. He said that he knew this person, and it was the thin man who angrily scolded the fat man in the Gong Yuan that day.

"The deceased, Wu Qing, was born as a second-class Jinshi, and came from the same county as the murderer. The relationship between the two has always been hostile. Many people saw Wu Qing insulting Gao Miao in public on the day of the examination," Song Jiancheng slapped the gavel and angrily reprimanded Gao Miao. Miao: "So you held a grudge and killed him afterwards, didn't you?!"

Gao Miao was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he was pressed to the ground and denied it aloud: "It wasn't me...I didn't kill him..."

Apart from a strangle mark on the ankle, the corpse had only one stab wound on the neck.Su Cen squatted down and looked carefully. The knife mark was located on the left side of the neck. It was shallow in the front and deep in the back.The lifeblood was severed with one knife, which was exactly the same as the wounds on the bodies of the previous dead.

The cord marks on the corpse's feet were blue and purple, indicating that the person was still alive when he was hung up, and the corpse had no signs of moving. As Song Jiancheng said, the fat man's home should be the scene of the murder.

What kind of sleep does this fat man have to sleep? He can't wake up even if someone kills someone in his house?

Song Jiancheng asked: "Does Su Caizi feel familiar with this upside-down killing method?"

Su Cen covered the white cloth back, stood up, and pursed her lips: "Killing a pig..."

"His family has been butchers for generations, and the boning knife left at the scene is also for butchers. The crowd preached about ghosts and gods, and there were injuries on his arms. You helped us deduce these things."

Su Cen looked back at the fat man, his sleeve was lifted up, and there was a scratch on his arm.

"I fell! I just fell last night!" The fat man struggled to get up again, but was pushed back again.

"How dare you argue!" Song Jiancheng picked up a warrant, Su Cen's hand was sick, and said anxiously: "Master Song, there are still doubts in this case, let me ask again."

Song Jiancheng glared at Su Cen, and finally dropped the lot in his hand impatiently.

A case that is firmly established, what tricks can a mediocre boy come up with?

Su Cen squatted down in front of the fat man and asked, "How did you hurt your arm? Didn't you tell me yesterday that you fell from a tree when you were young?"

The fat man gasped, "It's true that I fell when I climbed a tree, but it's true that I was pushed from behind when I went back yesterday."

"Someone pushed you?" Su Cen asked anxiously, "Who pushed you?"

"...It was raining too much, so I didn't see it."

Su Cen frowned, and then asked: "Then did you hear anything last night? Someone killed someone in your house and you didn't realize it at all?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly howled loudly: "It was killed by the evil spirit! It has nothing to do with me, it was killed by the evil spirit in the tribute courtyard!"

"Sophistry," Song Jiancheng threw down the lottery he was playing with, "Take [-] big boards first."

"Master Song!" Su Cen hurriedly turned around.

After the order sign had landed, the yamen servants took the boards and set up a battle. They stepped from left to right and stood up. The boards brushed past Su Cen's face with the wind, and exploded on the body with the fat man's howl.

"Master Song!" Su Cen took two steps forward, "You are a trick of torture!"

"Joke! The murderer you said was a failed official who spread rumors and was injured. Now that I have arrested him, you say that I was beaten into a trick?"

"There are still doubts about the case. The sequence of the crimes is wrong. Before Gao Miao took the scientific examination, I saw him burning paper behind the Gongyuan. Did he know that he failed the examination at that time? Also, before Lu Liang died, someone saw him in Pingkangfang. Afterwards, he died in Dongshi, which was under curfew at that time, how did he get into Dongshi?"

"What about the evidence?" Song Jiancheng raised his eyes contemptuously, "He died in his house and he slept in the room. You can either show me solid evidence to tell me that he didn't kill him, or you can just relax. As for you As for the doubts you mentioned, after the trial, you will naturally know what's going on."

The blunt sound of the boards in the hall continued, but the wailing sound gradually died down. The fat man was fat and fat, but he was very weak. After a few strokes, his eyes were rolled up, and he couldn't do it anymore.

"Song Jiancheng!" Su Cen looked straight at Song Jiancheng, with a stern voice, "I will look for the evidence, if you want to settle the case hastily and take credit for innocent people, I will definitely let you climb as high as you fall awful!"