Chapter Two Hundred and Eight

It's almost curfew.

The watchman lit a lantern and passed through the alley, and saw a carriage parked under the corner of the wall, and a few people next to him secretly poked and poked in a circle to surround the carriage.

What kind of evil is this?

I was more curious to look, who would have thought that before he could get closer, a few pairs of green eyes emerged from the darkness.

The head of the beating shrank and avoided it.

As soon as he left, Jin Wuwei, who was patrolling the city, came again.

Jin Wuwei didn't know whose carriage belonged to.

But Jin Wuwei knows who this silent Xu Qian is!

It's the dead gentleman of the Zhenguo family!

Jin Wuwei is also full of gentlemen, and the children who can't be cleaned up will be sent to Jin Wuwei and sent to the hands of Zhenguo Gong to practice, this Zhenguo Gong's son Xu Yizhi is the head of Dingjing, who doesn't call the eldest brother when they meet, not to mention that there is a smiling, stupid but mixed in the three religions and nine streams of the Weng family...

The gentlemen of the Kingo Guards bowed their heads and retreated.

Forget it, after the curfew, it's over the curfew...

It's better than a whip from that...

The guards retreated.

Xu Yizhi and Tan Sheng were in the carriage, no one spoke, and there was nothing to say, everything was said, and the rest was left to do.

Xu Yizhi was like she had never touched a little girl's hand in her eight lifetimes, she grabbed Tan Sheng's hand and refused to let go, rubbing her fingertips here and there a few times, touching Tan Sheng into deep suspicion - should she blush? Should she pull her paws back? Should she mum out at the right time to show her shame?

Before Tan Sheng could think clearly, Xu Yizhi's hand climbed up and put it on the little girl's shoulder.

Tan Sheng: "...."

Forget it, she still doesn't pretend, she likes it a lot, so let's make the intimacy more intense.

Xu Yizhi really wanted to finish holding hands, hugging, and lifting a dragon in one day, but it was too late, Jin Wuwei probed his head to look outside the mouth of the alley, and selected an unlucky guy by guessing the middle finger, the unlucky guy cried and mourned a face, dragged his legs and feet to the side of the carriage, and timidly whispered, "Master Xu, it's dark... Should... It's time to go home and sleep..."

Don't go outside!!

If you want to go shopping, Jin Wuwei can't eat and walk around!

At this time, Xu Yizhi's hand had slipped to his back, listening to the sound coming from outside the carriage, his face sank and he was about to lose his temper, Tan Sheng hurriedly said, "It's too late! I'm sleepy!"

Xu Yizhi reluctantly sent Tan Sheng back to Zhao's house, and then turned back into the Zhenguo Mansion, took out a large box from the dark box, Xu Yizhi secretly opened it to see, there was everything in it, miscellaneous, what colorful pillows, sachets with thick stitches, piles of books, two or three books full of Hu Qiba's handwriting on peach runes... are all related to Zhao Tansheng.

That's nice.

Xu Yizhi picked up the red and green pillow that had slept with him for several months with an expressionless face and sniffed deeply.

That's nice.

His life from then on is also related to Zhao Tansheng.

In the life related to Zhao Tansheng, the sun rises as usual.

"Mighty—"

The three floors in the middle and outer three floors of the Middle Criminal Department in Dingjing City are full of people, including ordinary people, stewards of noble families, and petty officials and officials... Tan Sheng stood in the crowd and couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly - it seems that everyone is the same, and the people of this capital also have a heart that loves to see strangeness...

It's strange enough.

The murder of his wife by a wealthy family!

The court ordered the officials to collude with the widow and the county lord to kill his wife!

This is a case that deserves to go down in history!

Zuo Dengquan sat in the hall in a cold sweat, like sitting on pins and needles.

For today's case, he deliberately changed into a bright red obscene clothes and pants, and even the pair of socks in the official boots were red and red.

He can... It has to be the latter...

Zuo Dengquan saw that there were more and more onlookers, coughed lightly, patted the hall in shock, and said loudly, "Please come to the hall of Lord Zhenxian!"

Zhenxian received an edict stamped with the emperor's poke yesterday, and he had to come today, pursed his lips and took a step forward, his eyes slanted at Zuo Dengquan, "Lord Shangshu, don't come unharmed, I saw you last time, you were just a small civil servant of the Criminal Department, and now you are dipped in other people's blood and eat steamed buns, and you are also on the rise, and you have taken the seat of the Shangshu of the Criminal Department." ”

It's so fierce?!

The people cheered one after another.

"Click" startled the wood to make a sound.

A servant hurriedly brought a sour branch wood Taishi chair for Zhenxian to sit on, Zhenxian sat down, put his hand on the back of the chair and looked at Zuo Dengquan with a smile, "Lord Zuo, let's try it quickly, the palace has to go back to the house to make clothes." ”

There was another round of applause of unknown meaning.

Zuo Dengquan had a headache and decided to get straight to the point, "Does the county lord know that someone has accused you of buying a murderer to assassinate the wife of Zhao Xian, the wife of Zhao Xian, the servant of the Criminal Department?"

Lord Zhenxian nodded, "This matter has been spread in Mandingjing, and this palace naturally knows about it." ”

"Then the county lord has something to say about this identification?"

Lord Zhenxian laughed, "I have something to say. ”

Zhenxian County Lord Yu Guang glanced at the crowd, and after looking around, he didn't find Yuan Xiu or the little guy next to Yuan Xiu, his eyes were dark, so subtle that if it wasn't for Tan Sheng's facial expressions that resisted her, otherwise no one would have noticed Zhenxian's instant gaffe.

"The fastest rumor in the capital is that the palace is sitting upright, how can you be afraid of such a trivial matter? If the palace cares, the palace will not appear in this court today. ”

Zuo Dengquan nodded.

It has nothing to do with Lord Zhenxian, of course, it's the best.

Otherwise, if the emperor wants to protect her with selfish intentions, it will be difficult for him to be an official.

The attitude of the Marquis of Xinchang was unclear, and he did not make it clear whether he would protect this county lord or not, and he did not dare to speculate on it, but after thinking about it, he still felt that it was better not to be offended! In the past 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, who could have predicted what else this county lord could do? What if the emperor woke up from his practice and wanted to recruit this niece into the palace for questioning?

"Then bring a witness!"

Zuo Dengquan was shocked, but the official hurriedly came in, and said in his ear, "My lord! That Steward Zhao was wiped on the neck!

The ID card is gone!

This person was not killed by the lord of Zhenxian County, who else could kill him!

The three floors inside and the outer three floors of the criminal department are full of people.

Zuo Dengquan suddenly felt dry and felt that this matter was not easy to explain.

Lord Zhenxian waited for a long time, not to mention the witness, not even a fly flew in, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Li Zhipu walked around to the front of the hall in an indigo official uniform with a crane pattern, "Then the Zhao steward is dead!

Li Rustic's triangular eyes gathered together, looked around, and said slowly, "That official was killed by a knife, wiped his neck, and blood was splattered everywhere... The subordinate rummaged through the cell, and finally found a crumpled confession in a hidden place in the corner. ”