Yang Muyun is a scholar, there is a kind of stubbornness of a scholar, the words taught by the saint in the book are deeply imprinted in his heart, he can't do this kind of thing without asking and adopting other people's young children, but he can't persuade Zisu, so he came to Shuntianfu alone, hoping to find the child's biological parents and lead them there? Luo Yuan wants the boy back.

To tell you the truth, the child was born white and fat, very cute, and he liked it very much, but he couldn't take the child for himself because he saved him.

"To take and not ask is to steal, and not to ask is to be regarded as a thief." Yang Muyun thinks so.

Just as he was thinking about it, Yang Muyun walked to the door of Shuntian Mansion.

The gate of Shuntianfu is still quite magnificent, and it is not much better than Yingtianfu. Yang Muyun straightened his clothes and was about to step inside, but was stopped by the yacha guarding the door.

"Is there a lawsuit?" The yacha asked with a glance at him. Yang Muyun was wearing civilian clothes, and the yacha didn't know his identity, so he stopped him.

"Oh?" Yang Muyun arched his hand and said with a smile: "I just want to ask, has anyone come to Shuntianfu to look for their lost child?" ”

"What do you ask for?" The yacha said in a weird manner: "What does it matter to you if others lose their children? It's not your turn to ask about the affairs of the Shuntian Mansion Yamen, so don't leave quickly! ”

"Sorry to interrupt." Yang Muyun hurriedly glanced at the gate of Shuntian Mansion, forcibly resisted the urge to take out the Jinyi Wei waist card in his heart, turned around and walked across the street. He believed that as soon as he took out the waist card of the brocade guard on his body, the hateful face of the Shuntian Mansion Yacha would immediately become like a spring breeze, and he would be invited in as a guest. But he didn't want to do this, the government was quiet, and no one was crying inside, that is, the person who lost the child had not come to Shuntianfu to report the crime. Then there is no need for him to go in as a Jinyi guard and talk to Lord Futai about some inconsequential things.

Opposite Shuntianfu is Kaiyuan Temple, where there are many people who go in and out of incense, so it is very lively. The entrance of the temple is full of small vendors selling Buddhist household goods and food.

Yang Muyun saw that there was a tea stall under the big locust tree, so he walked over and sat down, the stall owner hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, he asked for tea, snacks, melon seeds, and his eyes stared at the gate of Shuntianfu for a moment, just to see someone go there to report the case to find the lost child, and he would go up.

Who knew that after staring for a long time, I only saw two groups of people coming to report the case, one was a few scholars who pulled an obscene man and said that he was a thief and asked the people of Futai to bring it to justice; The other group is because the two concubines are not compatible, and the two brothers ask to separate the family, and because there is ambiguity in the division of property, they ask the Futai Lord to arbitrate. Compared with the gate of Kaiyuan Temple, the front of the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion is much more deserted.

"It's been several hours, and it's really strange that I lost my child and didn't come to report to the official!" Yang Muyun secretly wondered in his heart.

"Brother Wentai, you're late, I'll punish you a few drinks later!" At the entrance of the temple, a young scribe in a brocade robe and several women dressed in fancy clothes joked to a scholar in Tsing Yi who came in a hurry.

"Brother Qi Nian, don't mention it, it's hard to ...... words" The scholar in Tsing Yi just wanted to explain a few words, but he couldn't slow down his breath, and he coughed.

"Brother Wentai, don't be in a hurry...... the brocade-robed scribe smiled and patted the Tsing Yi scholar on the shoulder with a folding fan in his hand, "Sit down and drink tea and rest first." He led him and the enchanting women to the tea stall under the big locust tree on Yang Muyun's side.

As soon as he sat down, the scholar in Tsing Yi poured a few large sips of tea in a row, obviously running all the way and being unbearably thirsty.

"Brother Qi Nian, you don't know, there is martial law in Xicheng, and the people of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division are going door-to-door to investigate, and as soon as there is a person with suspicious behavior, they will be arrested immediately, and I, a person who has lived in the capital for a long time, have been interrogated for a long time......"

"There is another day when there is no martial law in this period of time," the brocade-robed scribe said with a grumbling heart: "It is said that the Tartar spies are caught, but people have caught a lot of them, and the Tartar spies should still make trouble, no, even the emperor ......" His eyes rolled, and he was immediately silent.

"Who's to say it isn't?" The scholar in Tsing Yi said: "The common people can't find spies, and the officials are suspicious of each other, no, this morning, the home of Song Qianxu, the imperial history of the city patrol in Xicheng, was raided......"

"Oh? Why

？ The brocade-robed scribe asked.

"Saying that he fornicated with the Tartars, he didn't even notice the Tartar spies hiding a nest in Wan'an Temple, isn't this connivance and cover-up?" Tsing Yi scholar said.

"This surnamed Song is also quite unlucky," the brocade-robed scribe shook his head and said: "There is no word spy written on people's faces, unless they commit a crime, how can they take people without evidence?" ”

The scholar in Tsing Yi nodded and continued: "Early in the morning, Song Yushi's house was surrounded, and all of them were Dongchang Fanzi wearing red felt hats, brown suits, and white boots, and rushed in without even knocking on the door, and then I heard a burst of crying and ......shouting inside."

"If the people from Dongchang come out, then this family is finished." The brocade-robed scribe shook his head and sighed.

"Brother Qi Nian's expectation is good, Song Yushi, his wife and the people in the mansion were escorted out one by one, and the mansion was turned upside down......" The scholar in Tsing Yi then lowered his voice and said: "The most pitiful thing is that Song Yushi's youngest son, who has just been full moon, was thrown aside, and no one paid attention to him when he cried......" Before he finished speaking, he heard a "snap" next to him, and looked stunned, and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy at the next table accidentally dropped the tea lid on the table when drinking tea.

Yang Muyun smiled at him apologetically, "I'm sorry, I missed in the next moment, disturbing the elegance of the two of you's speech, I'm sorry!" As he spoke, he put down his teacup and arched his hand to the two of them.

"Brother Wentai," the brocade-robed scribe said without noticing the movement of the table next to him, "If such a small child is left unattended, I am afraid that he will not live for a few days." ”

"Isn't it?" The scholar in Tsing Yi turned around and continued: "If Song Yushi's crime of fornicating with Tartars is confirmed, it will be beheaded all over the house, who cares about the life of a baby child?" At this time, if someone takes the child away, it will save the child's life! ”

"Yes," the brocade-robed scribe glanced at the scholar in Tsing Yi, "Brother Wentai, after you go to the temple to make incense later, I will take you to a good place......" The voice became lower and lower, and there was a wicked smile on his face, and he glanced at the enchanting women around him, and met his gaze, and the women couldn't help but laugh.

The following are some words on the Fengyue field, Yang Muyun didn't listen to it anymore, his mind turned, and his restless mood calmed down, "Could it be that the child I saved is the little son of the Song Yushi family that these two people said?" That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it? His eyes looked at the gate of Shuntian Mansion again, and the person who still hadn't lost the child came to report the case, this abnormal situation made him have to connect the child he saved in the morning with the unlucky Song Yushi family, "Go back and see if there are any objects on the child that can prove his identity, if it is really the little son who was unfortunately discarded by the Song Yushi family, then let Zisu adopt it with peace of mind." ”

There was a babbling sound of the huqin, and a blind man was holding a huqin in his hand, followed by a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old who walked towards the tea stall under the big locust tree. The blind man is about fifty years old, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, the little girl next to him looks mediocre, but a pair of eyes are extremely smart, holding a copper plate in his hand, on which are placed a hundred and ten copper coins, which should be rewarded by others along the way, she is slender, wearing a coarse cloth dress, although the cloth is dressed in thorns, but there is a charm.

The blind man squeaked in front of a table of tea drinkers, and the little girl stepped forward with a copper plate in her hand, and then the tea drinkers threw a few copper coins in the copper plate, and the two bowed down to thank them, and then walked to another table.

The blind man played a piece of huqin in front of the table of the brocade-robed scribe and the Tsing Yi scholar, and the little girl lowered her head and stepped forward to wait for the reward as usual, but the brocade-robed scribe reached out and grabbed the little girl's wrist, and the little girl screamed "ah" and wanted to retreat, but he grabbed it.

"Tut-tut-t-" The brocade-robed scribe put a folding fan in his hand on the little girl's chin, saw her appearance clearly, pouted in disappointment, and let go of the hand holding her wrist, "It's ......a pity, it's a pity," he shook his head again and again, "It's a pity that this good figure," the voice changed, "Can you sing?" Sing a paragraph to my son, and my son will give you some more reward. ”

"Childe," although the blind man couldn't see things, he could accurately determine the direction of the brocade-robed scribe, and bowed down and said with a smile: "The little girl has a little uncomfortable voice these days, and the next time I meet Childe, I'll sing a paragraph to Childe!" ”

"Go, go, you old man." The brocade-robed scribe frowned,

I threw a few copper plates over.

"Thank you, Childe." The blind man still laughed and said. turned around and took the little girl to Yang Muyun's table.

Yang Muyun had something in mind, and when he saw them coming, he threw a few copper plates into the little girl's tray, "No need to pull, you go to the next table!" He got up and wanted to leave.

"Young Master Yang, don't be in a hurry to leave," the blind man stopped in front of him and said lightly: "When the little old man finishes this paragraph, it's not too late for you to leave!" ”

"You ......" Yang Muyun raised his head and saw the two of them clearly, and was suddenly surprised, isn't this the pair of blind father and daughter who fought with Feng Wuji at the Yuelong Inn in Huairou County? In the tea shop outside Huairou City, I once heard him say that he was from Dongchang, and the Yin master of Dongchang called him Yue Bin, and the little girl was her daughter, called Lin'er.

"What do you mean by that?" Yang Muyun took a step back and said with a slight change in his face.

"With the order from above, please ask Yang Gongzi to go to the East Detective Factory." Yue Bin said with a blank face.

"I'm not from Dongchang, what are I doing there?" Yang Muyun said as he stepped back step by step.

"There are a few words I want to ask Yang Gongzi, Yang Gongzi doesn't need to be afraid," Yue Bin's face moved slightly, "As long as you make things clear, it's fine." ”

"I still have to go back to the palace to be on duty, so I won't say anything more to the two of you, and say goodbye!" Before the words fell, Yang Muyun's figure had already risen into the air.

"Wow-" The tray in the little girl's hand flicked off, and the copper coins in the sky flew towards Yang Muyun like rain with a strong wind.

Yang Muyun kicked the wooden table with his toes, and the table board suddenly rose horizontally, blocking in front of him, "Ding Dong Dong-" A sudden sound sounded, and a hundred and ten copper coins were nailed to the table board.

"Snort-" Yang Muyun's face changed drastically, and at the moment when his body stagnated slightly, a sharp sword pierced through the clothes on his chest, almost piercing into his chest, and his waist twisted at the moment, and the whole person floated out far away.

"Oh no, murder." I don't know who shouted, and there was chaos in front of the bustling temple gate, and Yang Muyun took advantage of this chaos to get into the crowd of people running around, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Father," said the little girl anxiously to the blind man, "he has run away." ”

"He can't run." Although the blind man had no expression in his eyes, he said calmly.

......

Yang Muyun didn't know the surrounding situation, so he didn't dare to walk around, so he rushed into the temple against the surging flow of people.

The people who were incense in the temple heard that there was a murder outside, and they were also in a mess, and Yang Muyun saw that there were few people in a side hall, so he hid in.

This side hall is called the Six Ancestors Hall, enshrines the statue of the sixth generation patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Hui Neng, compared to the King Kong Palace, the Heavenly King Palace, the Daxiong Treasure Hall of the incense fire, here can be described as a secluded place. Despite this, there is still a person in the temple who worships Huineng Patriarch devoutly.

"It's chaotic outside, stay here for a while, disturb Your Excellency to worship incense and worship the Buddha, I hope you will forgive me!" Yang Muyun said to the man.

"Childe, please take care of yourself," the man didn't look back at him, and lit a bunch of incense and inserted it in the incense burner in front of the sculpture of Huineng Patriarch, and said lightly: "Although this place is quiet, it is only temporary peace, and when the chaos spreads here, how should Childe deal with himself?" ”

The voice was very familiar, Yang Muyun couldn't help but be shocked when he heard it, took a few steps back, and stared at him with a pair of eyes, "Your Excellency is ......"

"Young Master Yang is so forgetful," the man laughed, "It didn't take long for Huairou to say goodbye, so he forgot about our family so quickly?" As he spoke, he turned around slowly.

Yang Muyun's pupils suddenly opened up, and he shouted loudly: "Yin Tiansui, is it you?" ”

"That's right," Yin Tiansui looked at him with a slight curl in the corner of his eyes, "Yang Gongzi finally remembered our family, I didn't expect you and me to meet in the capital, since you are so close to our family, then go with our family." ”

"Where to go?" Yang Muyun's heart tightened.

"Of course, it's the East Detective Factory, didn't the blind man Yue Bin outside the temple tell you clearly?" Yin Tiansui's eyes narrowed, "Since his mother and daughter can't invite Yang Gongzi, then our family will come to invite them in person." ”