Feng Tong walked alone on the street. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This will be the beginning of spring, he is wearing a moon-white arrow sleeve suit, wrapped in a blue short coat, with thick velvet at the neckline and cuffs, simple and capable, looking like a fox in the snow from a distance.

However, it doesn't snow in Hangzhou......

Thinking of this, he sighed unconsciously, and a feeling of helplessness swelled in his heart.

Just after the end of the day, the sky has not yet fully cleared, and there are few people near the Qingbo Gate, but the west of the city is the most prosperous place on weekdays, and there are a few shops that have been opened, and the slightly drunk lights are sprinkled on the bluestone paved road.

He was already familiar with the area, and after turning two street corners, he walked straight to a food shop. This shop is not big, the proprietress is moving the table outside, and when she saw a regular customer coming to the door, she immediately said hello: "It's really early today, do you still want a bowl of millet porridge and a plate of fried whitebait?" ”

Feng Tong smiled slightly, nodded and sat down.

The food was quickly served, and the millet porridge had already been boiled, reflecting a faint golden light under the candle flame; The whitebait is freshly fried and marinated in a secret sauce, and the smell of freshness fills the air, making people appetizing.

He was about to drop the chopsticks, but he heard the proprietress ask with some hesitation: "I heard...... A few nights ago, a corpse rushed up from the dock, and the death was very miserable, as if it had been gnawed by an evil ghost, and it should be ......."

"Huh? Is there such a thing? Feng Tong snorted, but his face sank, he thought that An Minsi's secrecy work had been done very well, and he would never let the news leak, but he would have thought that someone would ask him about it early in the morning......

He suddenly lost his appetite, drank two mouthfuls of porridge at random, didn't even bother to move the whitebait, put down a few copper coins, and left in a hurry.

He shuttled through the streets with ease, and soon came to a gate with high eaves and red paint, on which hung a plaque with four large characters in official script.

"Liangzhejiang West Road".

This place is where the military and political center of Hangzhou is located, even if it is not yet dawn, there are already guards guarding here, Feng Tong nodded to the two people, but he crossed the threshold and walked towards the official office.

The security department was set up in the southwest of the government, this institution originally directly belonged to the criminal department, and did not interfere with the state government in terms of authority, only cooperated in affairs, but in the early years the imperial court set up a special trial and punishment court, which weakened the functions of the criminal department to a certain extent, and the status of the security department also declined, and now it is somewhat dependent on the state government.

When Feng Tong arrived, there were already two people waiting for him at the door. One of them had gray temples, his face was full of signs of wind and frost, and he was hunched and wore a brown and yellow cloth robe.

This is Zhang Quan, and he is an old acquaintance. This person has been a catcher in Hangzhou for half his life, and in the early years, the robbers in the red-clothed forest were still very rampant, often threatening the safety of passers-by, and the government sent a few teams to catch and guard the main road to the Tianjue Monastery for hundreds of miles, and the situation gradually improved.

Zhang Quan is one of them, in those years of fighting wits and courage with robbers, he also practiced a skill, and later solved several major cases one after another, and won the title of "Hangzhou City Kuaishou". As he gets older, his skills may not be as good as before, but his vision will not be bad.

When he saw another person, Feng Tong frowned slightly, it was Xu Zhong, the Anmin Division, who was equivalent to his deputy in terms of position, and he was also responsible for the arrangement of internal affairs. With his character, he would not have gotten up so early without special circumstances.

Sure enough, there was still a distance of ten steps, and Xu Zhong spoke: "My lord, you have finally arrived." After the case was reported, Jingshi attached great importance to it, gave instructions overnight, and sent someone down to assist in the investigation, and now he is waiting inside. ”

This was not what Feng Tong expected. He and Xu Zhong also went to Hangzhou for several years, during which they encountered many major cases, although they were all reported to the top, but most of them were formal, and the peak would not give real help.

But this time......

He thought of the identity of the deceased, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "Sure enough, the surname Zhao is different!" ”

Zhang Quan coughed twice, and said with a sad face: "No matter what, it's good for someone to come down." I didn't sleep well for two nights in a row because of this. ”

Feng Tong nodded: "Then go and meet this adult first." ”

The three of them walked through a narrow corridor to the courtyard of the Si Ya, where a stone table and three round stools were placed, and someone was sitting on one of them, drinking himself.

It is strange to say that it is March, the spring cold has not disappeared, and it will be the coldest time before the sun comes out, but the man does not stay indoors, but looks at the starry sky in the courtyard and drinks cold wine.

The first impression of such a person is probably only loneliness and loneliness.

But Feng Tong didn't think so.

The first time he saw this person, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch twice.

for this man is clothed in the darkness of a cold night.

This black dress is not like a night shirt, which wraps people into a black zongzi and finishes it, but has a special version, with an ink-colored inner lining and a robe with narrow sleeves and a waist on the outside, and the corners are embroidered with cloud patterns with green silk and silver threads, which reminds people of the rainy sky.

The man's hair color and pupils are also so dark and shiny, but his complexion is extremely white, and his black forehead is decorated with silver pieces of white crane soaring, emitting fragmentary flashes, and his hair is pulled out of a capable ponytail at the back of his head, making him look tall and young.

But Feng Tong hated black clothes, just as he didn't want to think of the snow scene, because the snow carried almost all the memories of the first ten years of his life, and the black clothes were the dagger that cut them off.

So since he was ten years old, he decided that black clothing was a taboo in his life, and it would be unlucky to commit it. Coincidentally, since then, it has really been nothing good for him to meet black. The most recent one was to catch the night thief, who could have won the opponent in ten rounds with his skills, but because he stepped on a loose tile, he slipped off the roof, broke three ribs, and lay in bed for half a month before recovering.

Fortunately, the color of this dynasty is still red, and it belongs to fire; And black belongs to water, water overcomes fire, and hinders the fortune of the country, so there are not many people wearing black. But around this, he still had palpitations, so that the clothes on his body became more and more pale color, and after the weak crown, he almost couldn't do without a pure white lining.

Xu Zhong obviously didn't notice the unnatural expression on his face, and he made a recommendation to the visitor: "This is Lord Xuanjian Feng of the Anmin Division......"

Feng Tong came back to his senses at this time, and raised his chin slightly, he is only in his early twenties now, and he has no official background, so it is rare to be able to sit in this official position of the sixth grade. In addition, in the face of the people who came from Jingshi, he didn't want to lose his momentum at the beginning and affect the subsequent handling of the case.

But the other party didn't realize it and stood up slowly......

Feng Tong realized that he had overlooked a very important thing - this ink-dyed uniform was sent by Jingshi, could it be someone from that place?

His heart beat violently, but he heard Xu Zhong introduce slowly: "This is Lord Xue Zhengyan, the Secretary of the Maritime Administration." ”

The man nodded towards Feng Tong, stretched out his right hand, and said with a harmless smile on his face: "It's good to call me Yan Yang, please advise me if we meet for the first time." ”