Placid Chang'an

As if drowning in a pool of water, the darkness was bottomless, he suffocated and shouted, and the water from all directions waited for an opportunity to rush into his mouth and nose.He struggled hard, but his hands and feet didn't listen to him. When his consciousness was blurred, he saw a figure reflected on the water.

A hand reached out, and he reached for it, but it went over his hand, pressed against his chest, and thrust him into the deeper, darker water.

He saw clearly that it was Gao Miao, with a face bleeding from seven orifices, looking at him with a grin, and his voice came through the pool water.

"You killed me, and I want you to pay for it!"

Su Cen woke up suddenly, and coughed violently.With lingering fears in his heart, he was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Ah Fu, who was dozing off by the bed, woke up suddenly, and looked at him happily: "Second Young Master, you are awake."

Su Cen stared at the familiar curtain on the top of the bed for a while before realizing that he was at home.

He opened his mouth, only to realize that his throat was so tight that his voice was squeezed into his chest and couldn't come out.

"Second young master, you scared me to death," Ah Fu cried with joy, "It rained the day before yesterday, and you didn't eat for another day yesterday. Last night you had a high fever and talked nonsense all night. What kind of dead body murderer is it? It kind of scared the hell out of me."

Su Cen cleared his throat, and before he could speak, he was interrupted by Ah Fu: "What do you think is going on? He was assassinated and sick. If the master, wife, and young master knew about it, how much would it be?" My heart hurts. If you want me to say, it doesn't matter if we are not an official, if they don't treat us as human beings, why should we work hard for him? Isn't it good to go home and take care of the Su family's business with the young master?"

Su Cen held Ah Fu down and pointed at the table. Before Ah Fu could react, Qu Ling'er had already handed him a glass of water. Su Cen took two sips before saying a word: "What time is it?"

Qu Ling'er looked at the sun outside the window: "It's three o'clock."

Su Cen paused, and hurriedly lifted the quilt to get up, but Ah Fu stopped him in time: "I've already asked you for leave, Mr. Song has agreed, let you cultivate well at home, and then leave when you are well."

"Of course he would like me to cultivate at home. It would be better if I never get up again." Su Cen pushed Ah Fu away, put on his clothes and boots, and accidentally glanced at the bronze mirror. A trace of blood, like a corpse that just crawled out of a coffin.Hastily closed his eyes, straightened his clothes, got up and walked outside.

Qu Ling'er nimbly blocked the door, and tried it on Su Cen's head. It was still a little hot, but it was much better than last night.Before Su Cen got angry, he stopped and brought a bowl of porridge from the table: "Drink the porridge before leaving."

Su Cen froze for a moment, picked up the porridge and drank it down, put down the bowl and plunged into the sunlight.

When he arrived at Dali Temple, Song Jiancheng was preparing to escort Gao Miao to the prison of the Ministry of Justice.

Dali Temple presented the case to the world but did not punish the prison. The case that was decided had to be reported to the Ministry of Criminal Justice for approval and sentencing. With Song Jiancheng's temperament, he would send the person to the Ministry of Criminal Justice as soon as the case was closed, so as not to delay him from claiming credit and rewarding his success.

Su Cen stood directly in front of the temporary cell in Dali Temple: "If you want to take someone away today, you have to step on my dead body."

Song Jiancheng looked like he had eaten shit and didn't know what to say anymore. He pointed at Su Cen for a long time, and finally pointed at Su Cen and shouted to the yamen servant behind him: "Hurry up, drag this person to me!" Walk!"

"You said that someone above will protect me." Su Cen raised his eyebrows: "You said that if I hit my head and died in this cell, would that person let you go?"

"You..." Song Jiancheng's fingers trembled angrily, "You know the smelly one yesterday... that Wu Deshui, that's Liu Xiang's brother-in-law! This morning, Liu Xiang was furious and scolded our Dali Temple for not handling the case well, and now the murderer is here But I have been unwilling to close the case for a long time, I am full and I will let you mess around!"

Su Cen secretly thought that this Liu Xiang would really make trouble when he got the chance, he usually left people in Guiyifang and ignored them, but he cared about them when he died.

Su Cen softened his tone: "Give me a few more days, and I will definitely find out the real culprit."

"Where is the real culprit? He is the real culprit!" Song Jiancheng almost growled: "Which case has no doubts? He has recruited himself and admitted that he killed the person. You don't need a lot of trouble." Mind your own business?"

Su Cen glanced at Gao Miao, who was being supported by two yamen servants behind him. His whole body was covered in blood, and he had few good spots left on his body. He still had the strength to defend in the hall yesterday, but now he couldn't even stand up.

Su Cen gritted her teeth and beat her into a trick. Anyone who uses this trick will have to be tricked.

"Tomorrow." Knowing that it is useless to talk too much at this time, Su Cen stopped talking nonsense and said directly, "I will give you an explanation tomorrow."

The two stalemate for a long time, and finally Song Jiancheng was defeated. Knowing that he would not be able to get him out of the prison if he did not make this concession, he clenched his fists and walked away.

"Tomorrow, when Ming can't come up with any evidence, you and him will go to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice!"

When everyone had left, Su Cen's breath slowly dissipated, his feet were weak, his head was dizzy, and he gathered himself and moved to Gao Miao's cell.Gao Miao was lying on the ground with a big lump of flesh, bruised and bruised. Seeing him coming and crawling forward, he climbed up the barricade of the cell, straightened up, grabbed Su Cen's clothes in front of him, and spat on Su Cen's face with a mouthful of blood. superior.

In the end, he slipped along the bar and fell to the ground, laughing for no reason.

The city of Chang’an is good. There are tile houses with Goulan, carved fences and jade bricks, narrow and slanted avenues, and white horses and seven-scented chariots.He just took a few extra glances inadvertently beyond his status, but he took his life for no reason.

That sentence is indeed true, sometimes there must be something in life, and there is always time in life. Don't force it, he should open a private school in his hometown, and it would be better than now to take over his family's pork shop.

Su Cen raised his hand to wipe the bloody saliva on his face, and quietly looked at the person lying in front of him, because the scars all over his body were moved by laughter, his smile became ferocious and desperate, and at the end of the laugh, a line of tears welled up in his eyes, Soon submerged in the depths of blood-stained temples.

"I will find the murderer and return your innocence."

Su Cen's voice was cold, but his words were clear and clear. He lingered in the dark cell, and when Gao Miao looked up, he had already disappeared.

In the scorching sun, Su Cen looked at the large golden characters of the Chongming Gate in front of him and felt dizzy due to shortness of breath. He didn't know if it was because he had stood for too long and his legs were a little weak. Two doors, for fear of missing something.

However, that door has not been moved for two hours.

He told Song Jiancheng that there would be an explanation tomorrow—it was an explanation, not the real murderer, and as long as he got the order and delayed closing the case, it would be considered an explanation.

It's just that Song Jiancheng said that someone above him would protect him, but he didn't know to what extent this person could protect him, and he didn't even know who this person was, but seeing Song Jiancheng's panic-stricken expression, this person must be a big shot.

Just come and try your luck.

He went straight to the palace right after he came out of Dali Temple, but he was only a small boy from the seventh rank who wanted to face the saint and had to wait outside the door and passed through layers of eunuchs.At first it was said that the emperor was having a meal, and then he said that the little emperor had taken a nap, and now most of the time has passed, and there is no news at all.

Su Cen gradually couldn't stand facing the two vermilion doors. His physical discomfort was the second priority, but time waited for no one. If he didn't get an order today, he would have to stop at the door of the cell tomorrow. He didn't doubt that Song Jiancheng could step on his corpse and take people away.

The money on his body was all used up just now, Su Cen assessed the possibility of turning over the palace wall several feet high, and by the way assessed the possibility of being killed by the guards on the spot even if he turned over, and finally shook Shaking his head, let's wait.

Facing the gate and worrying, when someone patted him lightly behind him, Su Cen couldn't help but turn around, "Zheng Yang?"

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time, why are you standing here?"

Zheng Yang was taken aback when he saw the person's face: "What's wrong with you? You look so bad."

Only then did Su Cen remember that Zheng Yang worked in the Hanlin Academy, and he was originally in this palace city, so he hurriedly took Zheng Yang's hand: "I have something urgent to meet the saint, can you help me?"

"What's the urgency?"

"Human life is a matter of heaven."

Zheng Yang frowned, "To tell you the truth, except for the early court, I have never seen the emperor's face."

"How come? Your son of heaven is in front of the imperial edict, why can't you see the emperor..."

Su Cen suddenly woke up.

Zheng Yang nodded: "Empress Dowager Chu has the final say on all affairs in this palace, and those people you sent to pass on before may not even meet the emperor."

So asking him to wait was just an excuse, and he was afraid that he would not be able to wait for a response until dark.

Su Cen swayed imperceptibly, gritted his teeth and collected himself, watching the two rich doors in front of him almost lose their strength, his nails were digging deep into his flesh, and they were bleeding.

"But it's not impossible..."

Su Cen turned his head sharply.

Just listen to Zheng Yang said: "It's not only her Empress Dowager Chu who has the final say in this palace, why don't you go and try my little uncle?"