Male supporting brother [Quick Transmigration]

Three years has not changed the prosperity of the upper capital city, but just like the river boats coming and going on the Lin'an River, the dignitaries in the capital have changed several times.

After daily uninterrupted medicinal baths and medical treatment, Song Fuling's legs have regained their vitality, but because of the lack of foot strength from sitting on the bed all year round, it will take a while to walk like a normal person.

As for Wen Sheng, both the Infantry Division and the Ministry of Punishment have done very well in their errands, and now they are deeply favored by Emperor Qing, at least on the surface, and they have already gained a firm foothold in the court.

The crown prince Xie Xunxu was over thirteen years old, and he had started assisting state affairs two years earlier.It all started with the flood in Lin'an Prefecture two years ago.

That year's rainy season was much longer than in previous years. Xie Xun reported to Emperor Qing about the prevention and control of floods, and Emperor Qing accepted it.Not long after the completion of the fortifications, it rained suddenly for several days. Fortunately, proper preparations did not cause a catastrophe.

Since then, Xie Xun has officially entered the front of people and has a place in the court.

The maritime trade that was vigorously developed three years ago is now beginning to bear fruit. Last month, an overseas mission came to the DPRK with gifts. Naturally, the discussion was about business and trade between the two countries.

Emperor Qing handed over matters concerning the mission's reception and talks to Xie Xun.Xie Xun handled this matter very satisfactorily in the end.

Although Song Fuling's handwriting was indispensable, but in the end it was Xie Xun who came up with his own ideas.He can no longer hide the sharpness of his body, and is determined to be a prince who is completely opposite to "Dream".

Prince Qing was quite capable when he first danced with spoons, and his reputation as a young talent has already spread far and wide.

Today's people in Shangjing, who doesn't know that they have a prince who is dedicated to the people?There is even a special section in the Ridaojing, which lists the official ladies who are the same age as the prince. Most of the restaurants in the city discuss this matter after dinner.

The national power is strong, and the prince is full of youthful spirit.Today's upper capital city is full of prosperity.

However, just a few days ago, a series of bizarre murder cases suddenly appeared in the city. After each crime, a yellow flower was left on the scene. Wen Sheng has not returned home for several days to investigate the matter.

Most of the victims were the city's dignitaries or business tycoons, and now everyone has made a lot of enemies, and the investigation involves many, and even some family members are unwilling to cooperate. The difficulty of investigating the case can be imagined.

Another point is that a few months ago, I heard that I asked Emperor Qing for the grace to sort out the old case, and I have been too busy recently.

However, the exhaustion has finally paid off, and he has now grasped many doubts about the "Yanzhou Change" that year. For example, the rumors of Duke Ling's treason first spread from the Yiwang Mansion.

If one could find an opportunity to report to Emperor Qing to thoroughly investigate the matter, the truth would not be far from being revealed.But the problem is also here. Judging from Wen Sheng's dealings with Emperor Qing over the past few years, he probably would not agree to a thorough investigation.

An opportunity is needed, a motive that makes the motive of hearing sound less deliberate.

Wen Sheng was thinking about his thoughts along the way, and he was a little absent-minded when eating at night, his eyes were frozen and he only caught the food in front of him, and he didn't respond in time when someone spoke to him.

This person is Ji Han.

ding ding ding-

Suddenly there was a strange noise on the table, and Ji Han knocked on the edge of the bowl impatiently: "Can you still make people eat well? Looking at it like a resentful husband is disgusting..."

"?" Wen Sheng withdrew his thoughts from the details of the case, stared at the chopsticks in Ji Han's hand without saying a word, as if he was asking with his eyes who wouldn't let people eat properly.

Ji Han swallowed, subconsciously turned the little Fusang who was eating in front of him, and said confidently: "The left-behind children don't eat well, look."

Not facing the bowl does not affect Little Fusang’s delivery of food into her mouth. She has grown up a lot now, and her face is not as round as when she was young, but now her cheeks are full, and she is no different from the face of a goldfish when she was young. How many.

"That's right, it's not good to eat anymore." After perfunctorily accepting Ji Han's words, he broke free and held the bowl to ladle the soup.

"..."

Wen Sheng moved the soup over for her, and took the time to glance at Ji Han: "What's your plan?"

Ji Han curled his lips: "What's the idea? In your eyes, I'm just a fool who makes trouble all day long?"

Wen Sheng didn't speak, but there was an affirmative answer clearly written on his face.Ji Han was not happy when he saw it: "Tell me, you don't earn much money every day, you are so busy that you can't see anyone all day long, and you eat too much, just your salary..."

He raised his little finger at the right time, his eyes were full of disdain: "In a few days, I really want to go to the next door to play the autumn wind!"

To put it bluntly, it is still a question of money.

When he first came to Shangjing, he was reluctant in every possible way, but now he hangs out with little Fusang outside all day, spending all his money.

Hearing the sound usually doesn't stick to their money, and it doesn't take much for him to influence him. The property bestowed by Emperor Qing has long been handed over to Song Fuling.

There is not much money in hand, and it will be a matter of time before such two prodigal sons spend money like water, and they will be stretched.

Hearing this, the hand holding the vegetables stopped immediately, his eyes were deep, and he looked straight at Ji Han.

"What...what are you doing?" Ji Han thought he was questioning where the money went: "You don't need money to pay wages up and down the house? Don't you need money for human relations? Don't you need money for food..."

"That's right, money." However, Wen Sheng's attention wasn't on what Ji Han said at all, he blinked his eyes as if he had figured out something: "If you want to buy evil, you have to spend money, so it seems that there is another clue .”

"Ah? What eyebrows? Are you listening to me?" Ji Han was stunned.

Unexpectedly, after Wen Sheng said this without thinking, he got up immediately and made a gesture to go out.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ji Han asked.

"If you want money, go to Song Fuling next door to get it, and be careful later." After leaving these words, she disappeared outside the hall in the blink of an eye.

Ji Han and Xiao Fusang, who were left on the table, were naturally puzzled, and Song Fuling, who was eating next door, was also surprised for a moment when he saw the sudden appearance of the sound.

"Brother?" After realizing it, Song Fuling hurriedly asked the servants to back down, and from the expression on Wen Sheng's face, he knew that he had something to say.

Sure enough, Wen Sheng's next reaction confirmed Song Fuling's guess: "There is something I want you to do, about the recent Liuhua murder case."

"Do you have an idea?" Song Fuling knew that Wen Sheng's recent busyness was due to this matter.

"That's right, I'm narrow-minded. Just now I was eating and suddenly remembered that gangsters charge more cash for committing crimes." Silver trade."

Most of the bank notes in different parts of the Qing Kingdom are not the same, and the gangsters will not live in the same place for a long time, so the money is the most secure for them.

Song Fuling immediately thought of the key point: "You want me to check the hidden houses of money houses in the city?"

"That's right," Wen Sheng nodded sternly, "If it's really buying murder|killing, it's easier to investigate, I'm afraid someone will use this to deceive people."

Song Fuling thought for a while: "Give me two days, and I will definitely investigate this matter after two days."

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and they came to Song Fuling's study to discuss as scheduled.

On the table are the details of the flow of silver from the secret offices of the major banks and even the mansions of the rich and powerful, in a thick stack.

Song Fuling said: "Recently, all the silver transactions of more than one hundred taels in the city are here. I have checked it once. You may be right to worry."

What are you worried about?Naturally, I was worried that someone would use this gimmick to borrow a knife to kill someone.

Wen Sheng took a cursory look, and indeed found that none of the silver had flowed into the hands of suspected rogues.Song Fuling was really worried about this matter, because it meant that the case involved was more complicated.

He was thinking about how to comfort him, but unexpectedly, after hearing that he put down the booklet, his expression was uncharacteristically relaxed.

"How? What clues did you find?" Song Fuling asked nervously.

Hearing the sound, he pondered for a moment and said: "I should have known earlier, this matter is fueled by someone behind the scenes, and the method is not clever, it seems to be an act of desperation."

"Who is behind it? Who is he really trying to kill?"

Wen Sheng didn't answer, but instead asked, "Do you know what day will be three days from now?"

"Three days?" Song Fuling thought for a while, "It's the Obon Festival."

"What activities are there? Who is involved?"

Hearing this question, Song Fuling immediately understood.

Three days later, on the Obon Festival, Dongshan Temple Square will hold an annual kickball competition.Because it is close to the flower market, this day is also called Wanhua Festival.

Nowadays, high-ranking officials and aristocrats down to ordinary people enjoy playing cuqiu. Every year on this day, Dongshan Temple Square is extremely crowded with people.

As early as the previous dynasty, there was a tradition of the emperor’s personal visit. The title of the kickball competition was also rewarded by the emperor himself.

In the past two years, the crown prince Xie Xun was responsible for this task. Just half a month ago, Emperor Qing ordered to continue the tradition of last year.

Immediately afterwards, there was a murder case in the city. No matter how you heard it, you didn't think it was a coincidence.

Obviously Song Fuling also thought of this: "Brother, I have an idea."

……

After the morning court on the second day, Wen Sheng handed over the papers to Emperor Qing to report the progress of the case.

On the day of the Obon Festival.

Guanglu Temple temporarily received an order from Emperor Qing to observe the Dongshan Temple Cuball Competition in person, and the guards and guards of honor in the square were set on fire. When Emperor Qing arrived, the enthusiastic Cuball Competition was already ready.

The red and blue armies stand on both sides of the Merry Eye in the middle of the square. Each team has fifteen players and a ball head.

Before the start of the game, swords were already on the verge, and the surrounding people shouted loudly, bringing their own tables and chairs inside and out to surround the square tightly.

"Fu Yan Hou! Fu Yan Hou!"

"Prince! Prince!"

Wen Sheng and Xie Xun are the ball heads of the blue and red teams respectively, and they were both handpicked by Emperor Qing.The dress of the two is similar to that of other players, except that apart from the ribbon around the waist, there is also a striking team logo wrapped around their foreheads.

Emperor Qing hadn't announced the start of the competition yet, and Wen Sheng was arranging his uniform and kneeling to warm up. Through the noise of the onlookers, a familiar voice came to his ears faintly:

"Father! Come on—"

Looking towards the source of the sound, he saw Little Fusang waving his hands beside Ji Han above the stands.The two of them could really see the sound and waved their arms excitedly for a while.

It's just that this scene fell in the eyes of the other two, and they saw it as somewhat unpleasant.It was none other than Song Fuling on the other side of the stands and Xie Xun on the other side of the court.

After hearing the sound, he beckoned back and quickly looked away, because Emperor Qing on the stage had already got up, and was only waiting for the gongs and drums to seize the opportunity.

At this time, what we are looking at is the reaction ability of the two teams' heads. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and inevitably faced Xie Xun, and he could clearly see the anger in his eyes.

Hearing the sound, he didn't think much about it, he just thought that Xie Xun was eager to win.Naturally, it is impossible for him to argue with a child, but the prestige must be suppressed.

Therefore, when the first drum sound came, the sound was like an arrow off the string, shoveling the kick ball away from Xie Xun's feet accurately.

Immediately afterwards, the ball was passed to the deputy team to disperse the firepower. After several passes, Cuqiu returned to Wen Sheng's feet again.

Seeing that he couldn't stop Xie Xun, he ran and yelled at his team's pole net: "What are you doing in a daze! Jump!"

Hearing the sound, he waited for his voice, and as soon as the sound landed, he quickly stopped the ball with his toes, and raised his foot to send the kick ball into his eyes before the opponent's net jumped, without even touching the basket.

"nice shot!"

"it is good!"

The field immediately jumped into joy because of the perfect start of the first ball, and even Emperor Qing on the stage clapped his hands and laughed: "Good! Reward!"

He has never been biased because his son was deflated.

Ji Han and Xiao Fusang were even more excited to watch. Little Fusang has always disregarded her ladylike demeanor, and Ji Han didn't care about face. He turned on the fan mode and raised his fists and shouted: "Fuck him! The dog man fucked him! "

Human voices were like waves, he didn't believe he could still hear them.

On the other side, Song Fuling is more concerned with technique. He played football with Wen Sheng a lot when he was a teenager. If his leg never healed for the rest of his life, he definitely didn't think about it.

Now seeing that the daily standing time is getting longer and longer, I naturally hope that one day I can stand on the court with Wensheng again.Therefore, it was rare to show a little excitement, and his face was stained red: "Brother...Brother! The goal has been scored!"

Hearing that another goal was scored, the face of the red team on the field was already very ugly.On the other hand, the blue team is full of high spirits, high-fiving each other to show encouragement.

The purpose of this match was to entertain the common people, and Wen Sheng knew that Xie Xun would still have to win in the end, so he could only frustrate him in the first half and enjoy himself.

Sure enough, after the intermission, Wen Sheng showed an unsustainable "decline" of physical strength and lost several goals in succession.

Sighs on and off the stage also sounded: "Oh, I didn't enter again..."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's just a little bit..."

Ji Han was the most dissatisfied. Others may believe it because he is "older" and not as physically strong as the younger generation, but no one knows better than him that this dog man is blatantly throwing water!

"I don't pretend to be a little bit, this fall is too fake..." He picked out his ear piercing, lost all interest, and simply invited little Fusang to sit down and drink tea.

"Father, what's wrong? He was fine just now..." Little Fusang was about to cry, "I don't know if the fall hurts or not?"

"Your father is very nice." Ji Han stuffed her with a piece of pastry, "Come, come, sit down and watch the show."

Little Fusang's disappointment was really dispelled by the dim sum, and he sat down obediently.

On the other side of the field, where the battle situation is gradually getting anxious, because the offensive and defensive sides have switched, everyone in the blue team can't help showing anxiety.The stance of fighting from the red team's feet also became bold, almost kicking Xie Xun.

Before the game, I heard the sound and told the players that they will definitely lose this game, and then don't lose face just because of the losing scene.

But today, it seems that there are still a few people who didn't listen to this.At this time, Cuqiu was at Xie Xun's feet again. He was only thinking about how to break out of the encirclement, and he didn't care about the look of someone on the blue team who surrounded him.

People outside the stadium couldn't see clearly because they were too far away, and the shouts of the onlookers didn't stop at all.

Only when he heard the sound, he saw that something was wrong, he leaped up before anyone stepped down, and suddenly threw Xie Xun out of the encirclement.

Hearing the sound that had already turned into a marginalized person, who would have imagined that it would come out like this, and the people outside the venue seemed to come alive again, thinking that he was recovering.

Compared with Xing Xing outside the arena, Emperor Qing's face in the stands changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly.He stared at the blue team that had just stepped down on the field for a while, and then told Guanglu Siqing: "This is the end of today's game, and all the blue teams that hurt people maliciously on the field will be bet."

"Yes." Guanglu Siqing said: "Then the result of this competition?"

"It counts as a draw."

In this way, this exciting kickball competition came to an end when the blue team fouled and hurt people. Because Fuyan Hou Yingxi had made a contribution to saving people, the Holy Grace awarded a tie, and the heads were scattered among the people off the field.

Although Xie Xun was safe and sound, Emperor Qing lost his mind to watch the game and ordered the injured player to be detained before returning to the palace early.

Emperor Qing left the Wanhua Festival but wanted to continue. There were people on the field who started the next game spontaneously. Xie Xun took over the position of Emperor Qing and sat on the stage to observe. Hearing the sound, he became the chief referee off the field.

The voices of people in the square did not stop until sunset, and it was not until Guanglu Temple Minister reminded that it was time to divide the flowers and give blessings, Xie Xun asked people to stop.

The people who had been watching all day were also tired, and many of them left immediately, but there were also many people waiting to receive blessings.

Because of the turbulent crowd and complicated matters, Xie Xun specially invited Song Fuling to sit by his side to help divide the flowers.Xie Xun has noticed Song Fuling's dedicated teaching in the past three years, so he has no longer had the precautions he had at the beginning.

There was an endless line of people queuing up to receive blessings in the square, and they had to wait for the imperial guards to search before they could get close to the stage.

Although the team was slow, it was not too difficult because of the limited amount of flowers distributed.

Xie Xun himself enjoyed it, so naturally he wouldn't feel bored:

"Come on, everything will be fine."

"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!"

"In good health."

"Thank you..."

The night of Shangjing came with the sound of mutual peace and prosperity. Seeing that the flower branches in the flower basket had bottomed out, the guarding imperial army had already begun to evacuate the queues in the distance.

Soon the square was empty again, only a few people remained in front of the stage.Because little Fusang couldn't stand the hunger, he had already left with the crowd after hearing the sound, and only Song Fuling stayed by Xie Xun's side.

"Teacher has worked hard today." Near the end, Xie Xun finally had the energy to chat with Song Fuling: "I'll invite you to have a drink with the master."

"Your Highness speaks seriously, but it's just a matter of raising one's hand." When it came to wine, Song Fuling said a few more words: "Now that Your Highness is underage, it's better not to touch this wine."

"I'm just asking the Grand Tutor, just to have a taste..."

Seeing that Xie Xun wanted to get away with it, Song Fuling inevitably had to babble, but this time before he could speak, he was interrupted by a cold light from the corner of his eye.

Before he could react, he had already got up and threw Xie Xun away. In a hurry, he didn't care about his position, and he threw Xie Xun away, but he was stabbed by the cold light!

Song Fuling only felt a tingling pain in her shoulder blades, and her consciousness became blurred in the blink of an eye. She could only vaguely hear Xie Xun shouting: "Come here... pass on the imperial physician... save the imperial physician..."

As for the assassin who failed in one move, naturally he has no chance to strike again.

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