At twilight, the teams that went out of the city to play returned one after another, and the snow fell on the Suzaku Street across Chang'an, and the Imperial Forest Army stood on both sides, and the people watched the Queen Mother's Imperial Chariot slowly walk towards the palace.

Chang'an City has thousands of streets and hundreds of squares, with a population of more than one million, and the people in the market do not know the news that there are thieves in Qujiangchi, but the fact that the rivers and lakes bravely ran to the door of the Anti-Investigation Department to scold the street was talked about by many good people.

After all, the Investigation Division is called the 'Hades Palace' by the Jianghu people, and the stories of countless heroes in the rivers and lakes end with the appearance of the Investigation Division, which is a ruthless character like an undefeated Orient in modern terms.

Now someone actually ran to the door of the Hades Palace to the Hades and his mother, this courage makes people have to admire, and even many officials are talking about it after dinner.

However, in the eyes of everyone, this is a bold and brave man who came over to become famous, that is, he did not destroy or hurt anyone, so it is not a big deal to scold Ju Niang. After Zhang Xiang went back to the yamen to inquire about the situation, he just ordered the wolf guard to find out the person, because it was really bad to be angry about this kind of thing, and the top priority was to track down the elusive assassin.

Zhang Xiang didn't take this matter to heart, but this little matter did not end, because someone noticed the clues from it, but did not report it truthfully......

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At twilight, a fast horse crossed the long street and stopped near Guozijian.

Liu Yunlin, the deputy envoy of the Investigation Department, dismounted in civilian clothes, carrying a gift box in his hand, and entered a private house as if he was coming to the door to say goodbye.

The merchant carried the flat pole into the back door of the Guozijian, walked through the corridor and came to a courtyard in the depths of the Guozijian, glanced at the guards stationed at the door, and entered the elegant house.

The house is wide but not furnished, but is planted with peach trees, just like a peach forest, and only dry peach branches can be seen when the snow falls in winter.

In the middle of the peach blossom forest is a painting case, and on the peach branch in front of it hangs a picture scroll of a portrait of a woman, and next to the painting case is a bamboo basket full of crumpled waste paper.

Xiaoxue Xiaoxiao, dressed in a scholar's robe, Song Yu, the king of Yan, carefully copied the portrait in front of her with a pen in the peach forest, but stopped after just a few strokes, rubbed the paper and threw it into the bamboo basket to re-paint.

Liu Yunlin put down his flat shoulder in the peach blossom forest, did not make a sound to disturb, and stood quietly beside him with his head down.

Song Yu, the king of Yan, has a peerless literary style since he was a child, and his piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all first-class in the world, and his conduct is obvious to all, and he is called 'contemporary true gentleman' by the Confucianism of the Manchu Dynasty.

Ten years ago, the first emperor died, and the two princes should have been the scene of Shuanglong seizing the throne, and many courtiers supported Song Yu as the emperor. But Song Yu only said at that time, 'The talent of jade is not enough to inherit the unification', so he became an idle prince, and he didn't even ask for the fief of Youzhou, and he entered the country as a teacher alone, and he was ten years old.

The rumors from the outside world are so, but the emperor's family affairs, where do ordinary people understand, at least on the surface, it seems that everyone is happy like this.

Liu Yunlin looked at the picture scroll hanging on the peach tree, it was well preserved, and the ink on the rice paper was still as if it had just been drawn, and the words 'Xu Danqing' were written on the inscription.

For 'Xu Danqing', Liu Yunlin has been on an errand in the Investigation Department for so long, but he has heard that during the Xuanhe period, the Danqing holy hand on the rivers and lakes, the picture of a good beauty, countless women in order to let Xu Danqing splash ink to paint a portrait, there are self-recommended pillows.

However, Xu Danqing is arrogant and arrogant, and his vision is high, so far he has painted eight beauties, the last one is the young lady of the Tang family in Youzhou, after painting, he felt that it was difficult for women in the world to enter the painting, so he closed the pen and disappeared.

This is an elegant anecdote on the rivers and lakes, the truth is unknown, but the eight beauties painted are indeed Tianzi national colors.

Liu Yunlin has seen it alone, there are the current queen mother and the late queen, of course, with his identity, he can only take a look from afar, and he doesn't dare to get closer. I haven't seen it, most of them are married to princes of families, such as the princess of King Su.

Maybe it's because Hongyan has a thin life since ancient times, and the eight beauties who are now monks and die of illness have long been in the past, and few people mention it anymore.

The portrait hanging under the peach tree should be one of the eight beauties known as 'Xuanhe Bakui', but which one it is, Liu Yunlin's eyesight can't tell.

Yanwang Song Yu is obviously copying Xu Danqing's paintings, but the weight of the word "saint" in "Danqing Holy Hand" is not small, just like a martial arts master, teaching for a lifetime, and the apprentice may not be able to catch up with the master.

Liu Yunlin waited in the peach blossom forest for a while, until the pile of rice paper on the table ran out, Song Yu shook his head and sighed lightly, put the paintbrush on the pen holder, and turned around and walked to the tea house on the left side of the house.

The weather was cold, and only a bamboo chair, a piano, and a chessboard were placed in the tea house, Song Yu seemed to have long been accustomed to the life of asceticism, and sat down on the bamboo chair, making tea, and his voice was warm:

"Yunlin, come and sit."

After Liu Yunlin saluted respectfully outside the teahouse, he slowly walked to the opposite of Song Yu and sat down, thinking for a while:

"Lord Wang, the things you asked the lowly to pay attention to have come to fruition today."

Song Yu brewed tea slowly, his handsome eyebrows were elegant and easy-going, and he just nodded lightly.

Liu Yunlin pondered: "At noon today, there was a Jianghu thief who confused the public outside the Investigation Division, and he went to chase him but didn't catch it. From the humble point of view, it should be King Su's people who are investigating the news of the lock dragon Gu, the case library is located in the depths of the Investigation Division, it is impossible to enter from the outside, and there must be an inner ghost in the yamen......"

Song Yu gently raised his hand to stop Liu Yunlin's words, and put the teacup in front of him: "Who is the inner ghost?" Did you find anything? ”

Liu Yunlin respectfully took the teacup and smiled: "There is no news of locking the dragon Gu in the case library, what can be found...... Well, in order not to alarm others, I erased the traces, but I didn't find out who the inner ghost was, but now I must still be serving in the yamen. ”

Song Yu nodded lightly, thought for a moment, and smiled indifferently:

"If you fall into the Lock Dragon Gu, most of them won't live for three years, so I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm in a hurry...... Let's go find out who the shadow is and help him. ”

Liu Yunlin was slightly puzzled with the teacup, hesitated for a moment, still didn't ask more, got up and left the bamboo house respectfully......