Queen's Detective

"Master, what should we do now?"

Wang Min watched another stretcher being carried away in the distance. The corpse was covered with a white cloth, and his powerless hands hung down sadly, scribing across the withered and yellow weeds on the side of the road.

The faces of the soldiers who were on guard all around were heavy, with anger in their eyes, and even the melting spring snow could not dissipate the dignified atmosphere at all.

Lu Shuangxing pushed aside the grass in front of him and looked, "Master Qiu Xuzi can still hold on for a few days now, Huo An dare not do anything to him easily, but he has already reported the matter, this matter will definitely shock the government and the public, once they feel that Wulin The Chinese are out of control, and they will definitely rectify vigorously, and even if the national teacher and the prince both open their mouths, it may be useless."

The Great Zhou needs stability, and on this point, neither civil officials nor generals have any disagreement.The best way now is to stabilize the situation as soon as possible, but with Mr. Mei intervening, I'm afraid it will only become more and more chaotic.

"There must be ghosts in the martial arts and the imperial court, we have to find them out as soon as possible." After saying that, Lu Shuangxing immediately took Wang Min back to the city.

Langhuan Pavilion has its own intelligence system, which is divided into two lines: the imperial court and the rivers and lakes. The imperial court is in the hands of Amon, and the rivers and lakes are in the hands of Lu Shuangxing and Su Ran. There are so many intersections, so as not to be seen by others.

But now, it's time for the two lines to converge.

Wang Min followed Lu Shuangxing closely, asking for advice humbly all the way, and never interrupted lightly.He just felt that his eyesight was almost useless after this journey. Many things that seemed very difficult to him were in Lu Shuangxing's hands, but it was like dismantling Jiulianhuan. With a shake of his hand, the iron rings fell off one by one.

Sometimes it looks like an ordinary person, but it can bring unexpected news, and it uses incredible methods that Wang Minting has never heard of, which is really an eye-opener.

He couldn't help but think, training these people is not a matter of overnight, the prince is still so young now, so at what age did he start to make the arrangements?

"What you see now are all secrets, you know?" Lu Shuangxing could not help reminding him.

Wang Min nodded, "I know."

Lu Shuangxing could see Wang Min's curiosity. In fact, if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes over the years, he wouldn't have believed that Li Yan could support the Langhuan Pavilion without telling everyone.He still remembered that when he saw Li Yan for the first time, Li Yan was only twelve or thirteen years old. He was an overly delicate young man, wearing a red brocade robe and a small gold crown. Can't wait to pounce on it.

He asked Lu Shuangxing to do something. At first, Lu Shuangxing thought he was going to rebel. It was quite fun at a young age.

But Lu Shuangxing didn't want to play house with the children, so he refused.

However, Li Yan said, "Follow me, and drink whatever you want."

Lu Shuangxing: "..."

Later, Lu Shuangxing watched Li Yan use various methods to fool a large number of people. Anyway, he was rich and free.

"Master, what is this?" Suddenly, Wang Min pushed aside the messy pile of firewood at the corner, revealing a line written in ink inside.

He thought it was another code word from Langhuan Pavilion, but Lu Shuangxing suddenly became serious.He looked at the house in front of him. The heavy guards of the previous days had been removed, but at that time, Mrs. Huo An's body was parked here.

Think of a beautiful woman, make up the building and look forward to it. After a few mistakes, the sky will return to the boat.

one word?Lu Shuangxing frowned. He is not good at poetry and calligraphy, but he can understand the meaning. Is this about the lady?

Wang Min who was on the side quickly realized, "This is "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou", a word from the previous dynasty, which aims to express the thoughts of wanderers."

Wang Min has read poetry and books since he was a child, which is nothing to him.But as he said, although this song is well written, it doesn't have any special meaning.But what is the purpose of someone writing him here now?

"Eight tones of Ganzhou." Yan Sanbai was also at a loss when he received Lu Shuangxing's letter.

There are two questions involved in this sentence, who left it?What's the point?

This may be a trick put on by the other party, the purpose is to disturb their sight and interfere with the operation of Langhuan Pavilion.Or maybe, Xiaomeiyuan Poetry Club?

Yan Sanbai suddenly remembered the unsolved invitation, maybe there is a connection between the two?

"Could it be that the poetry meeting is starting now?" Ling Ding followed Yan Sanbai, his thinking became more and more active, "Look, Mr. Mei didn't indicate the time and place of the poetry meeting. It starts the moment the invitation arrives, and we are already in the Plum Garden, Mr. Mei is so arrogant, he always wants to play us in the applause, isn't his world just the Plum Garden?"

Ling Ding's words were astonishing, even Yan Sanbai had never thought of such a guess.Su Ran couldn't help applauding him, "Not bad, the idea is very unique."

"But since it is a poetry meeting, how do we answer it? What is the theme of this poetry meeting? Basheng Ganzhou? Or wandering back to thinking?" Yin Ting asked.

"Uh..." I can't answer alone, maybe I also write poems on the wall?

But since I have no clue, it is also a way to go down according to this bold idea.

Yan Sanbai said: "Everyone is brainstorming, you can think slowly. I want to go to the old house of Yan Mansion first."

Li Yan frowned, "Su Mei?"

Yan Sanbai nodded, picked up the small sapphire tea cup with tweezers, picked up the tea boiling on the small stove, poured it down, rolled it back and forth to rinse, "the most important words on the invitation are nothing more than two, one is poetry, One is Mei. He abandoned his original name, but called himself Mr. Mei, probably because of his sister Su Mei. Su Mei lived in Yan Mansion since she was a child, and she was called this because of the many plum blossoms planted in the small courtyard where she lived. Name, so, I want to go and have a look, maybe there will be clues."

When Yan Sanbai said this, he looked at Li Yan and said it.

That handsome face lifted from the fox fur, and the big black eyes looked at him without blinking.Li Yan thought, if he called out 'little master' at this time, he would definitely not be able to hold it back.

But just think about it.

To him, the number one scholar is no longer the number one scholar, and Luo Sha is not the same Raksha as before. In the process of silently integrating them, Li Yan will find some fun for himself.

Yan Sanbai didn't know the twists and turns in his head, but he knew that he had to listen to Li Yan now, and he also knew that Li Yan couldn't stand him looking at him like this.

Yin Ting said that was called acting like a baby, Yan Sanbai touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

A man of his age.

But Li Yan just followed suit, "Alright then, I'll go with you."

Yan Sanbai smiled gently, and handed over a cup of freshly brewed tea.

In mid-March, the warmth is long overdue.

When you know the Dongfeng side in a leisurely way, it is always spring when it is colorful.

The carriage galloped along the official road at a leisurely pace, Yan Sanbai was still nestled in a thick cloak, holding a small heater in his hand to prevent the cold from entering his body.

There was medicinal wine in the stove, and he took a sip from time to time, so his face was always flushed. When he was drunk, he fell asleep on Li Yan's lap, and his injury recovered surprisingly quickly.

Li Yan would often pinch his face when he was asleep, it was hot, and some flesh had grown, and it felt great.

Hugging the person into his arms, Li Yan hugged him full, feeling that he was about to get drunk.

Yan Mansion is in the north, and it will arrive in a few days.

During this process, news came from Amon: the imperial court really took action, and if there was any further turmoil in the Wulin, Hexi Jiedu Envoy Huo An was ordered to send troops to suppress it.

Li Yan was far away from the frontier, so of course he couldn't intervene, but the two uncles and nephews had a tacit understanding, Li Yan stood still, and the emperor sent the national teacher out to supervise the matter with full authority.On the one hand, the national teacher is from Chunting Temple, and he is also a member of the imperial court, so it is reasonable to send him there.

There is also new news from Lu Shuangxing.

People in the Demon Cult have been suppressed too much by the government recently, and people's hearts are floating.But this is just the beginning, for some people, the harder you press, the stronger the rebound, so not surprisingly, another bloody case came unexpectedly.

That was Lin Meng, the leader of the Eagle Sect, who was beheaded in the inn room by traitors and members of the Demon Sect in the middle of the night.

And outside the inn, Lu Shuangxing and Wang Min found another line of poetry in the corner - don't invite long tassels, but take the Tianjiao species.

Yan Sanbai pondered for a while, and said: "This is "Young Chivalry"."

"Could it be that he's writing an elegy for the dead?" Li Yan was suspicious. Every sentence was appropriate to the dead, and it was definitely done on purpose.

However, after killing people cruelly, then go to write an inscription for them?Is this a merciless mockery of his opponent, or an expression of his ignorant compassion?

"My lord, Hero Yan, we are here." A lone voice sounded from outside the carriage.

When Li Yan and Yan Sanbai got out of the car, they saw that the high courtyard wall was covered with creepers, and the gate was closed tightly with an old seal on it.In the past, the prominent family, Zhu Hong faded away, and just appeared in front of them with a dejected look.

Along with Lone Ding was Su Ran, "Squeak—" the door was pushed open, the old seal was torn and exiled in the wind, but Yan Sanbai didn't smell much old smell in the air smell.

Glancing at Li Yan, the two immediately stepped in.

Yan Sanbai had been here before. He was ordered by King Li to arrest Mr. Mei, and he had done his own investigation in order to make sure everything was safe.Su Mei lives in Xiyuan. Although her mother came from a humble background, she is also a rare beauty. After giving birth to Su Mei, she was rewarded with a separate small courtyard.

Later, Su Mei's mother committed suicide by throwing herself into a well because she couldn't bear the persecution of the eldest lady, and the eldest lady was the mother of Mr. Mei.The relationship in the deep house compound is always cut and messed up. Su Mei once told Yan Sanbai that when she first tried to get close to Mr. Mei, she actually wanted revenge.

It's just that the youngest son was innocent, and Su Mei couldn't do this.

Yan Mansion buried the deepest pain of Su Mei's memory. She grew up guarding the well and hated that place more than anyone else.

However, the plum blossoms in the courtyard are blooming more and more every year. In that small courtyard, there is her innocent childhood and her favorite vast sea of ​​books. Apart from the eldest lady who has always been ambivalent, she has also felt here. Extraordinary warmth.

But now that Yiren is no longer here, looking up, I see white banners all over the courtyard and scattered red plums.