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"Changle, where are you?" Xuan Shijing's gaze fell on Chang Le's body again.

"I took people to investigate several Zhuangzi near the eastern suburbs, and there was no gain, this spring, there are more outsiders coming and going in and out of Chang'an, and the Zhuanghu Gate on the nearby Zhuangzi has not found any thieves who can commit crimes." Chang Le said.

"I didn't find ......" Xuan Shijing muttered to himself while pacing in the study: "How come there is no trace at all?" ”

"Master Hou, why don't you repair a book and send it to Changzhou now, so that the people over there can investigate the affairs of Changzhou." Gao Jun proposed.

"Yes, Gao Jun, you go and write a letter, let the people in Changzhou inquire about whether there are any major or strange things happening in Changzhou before and after the year, just write a letter to report the more widely circulated things that happened in Changzhou years ago and recently." Xuan Shijing said.

"Yes, Master Hou." Gao Jun replied.

"Then, Master Hou, what about me and Chang Le?" Fang Yiai asked.

"You two, follow me to Dali Temple, the file on Changzhou over there is not a small amount, if I look at it alone, I have to see the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse." Xuan Shijing said with a smile.

"Yes." Fang Yiai and Chang Le answered.

Gao Jun left the Shenhou Mansion and went to the Xuanwu Tower, passed the message to investigate the case, and passed the book from the Xuanwu Building to Changzhou; And Xuan Shijing and Fang Yiai, as well as Chang Le and the two brocade guards, went directly to the Dali Temple next door.

"Master Hou, you're here." Just walked to the gate of Dali Temple, the gatehouse of Dali Temple came out to greet Xuan Shijing and the three, it seems that this Dai Xuan came back and ordered the people below.

"Master Dai, but you have everything ready?" Xuan Shijing asked.

"The whole person is packing up, Master Dai ordered, and then came, go directly to the wing, and the files will be sent to the wings one after another, Master Hou, please here." The gatehouse led the five of Xuan Shijing towards the wing room of Dali Temple.

When I entered the wing, I saw stacks of books stacked on the bookcase in the wing, some of which were already covered with dust, obviously placed in the library for a long time, and no one cared about them.

"Okay, you go down, no one is allowed to disturb without Benhou's summons." Xuan Shijing said.

"Yes, Master Hou." The porter bowed down and left the wing, while Xuan Shijing's widow and Chang Le stayed in the room, and the two brocade guards they brought were guarding outside with horizontal knives.

Xuan Shijing in the room walked to the soft couch behind the bookcase and sat down, while Fang Yiai and Chang Le sat on the left and right sides of Xuan Shijing, on the other end of the bookcase, the three of them looked at each other, and then began to look through these files.

Dali Temple's record of local officials, although it is not as good as the Ministry of Officials, but many things are beyond the reach of the Ministry of Officials, for example, the cases committed by officials or ordinary people in Changzhou for many years will be recorded by the local state government and copied to Dali Temple for preservation.

Xuanwu Building, Qian Dui personally sent Gao Jun's flying pigeon biography to Changzhou, and after sending Gao Jun away, Qian Dui sat in the room, pinched a few strands of beard on his chin, and began to think about the more than 30,000 copper coins.

Although he is not in a hurry about this, it does not mean that the money can be kept in the cellar and rusted.

After thinking about it for a while, Qian Dui made up his mind, and an intriguing smile appeared on his face.

Spread out the paper, picked up the pen and began to write a letter, this letter was not addressed to anyone else, but to the crown prince Li Chengqian.

"Someone." After the letter was written and the ink had dried, the money pile folded the letter and put it in an envelope.

After hearing the sound of the money pile, the little guy outside the room pushed the door and walked into the money pile's room: "What does the big shopkeeper command?" ”

"Send this letter to the gate of the palace, let the guards send it to the East Palace, to His Royal Highness the Prince, remember to tell the guards that it must be handed over to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in person." Qian Dui said, took a sign from his waist and handed it to the little guy: "Bring this brand." ”

"Yes, Shopkeeper." The little guy bowed in response.

The brand that the money pile gave to the little guy was a brand cast by the Dongshan Marquis's Mansion, and everyone in the palace knew that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a good relationship with the Dongshan Marquis, and with this brand, he was not afraid of the soldiers guarding the palace gate.

The little servant took the letter with the pile of money, and did not dare to slack off, so he rode directly from the backyard and ran to the palace.

Jingfeng Gate, the little maid ran all the way to the palace gate until he was stopped by the soldiers guarding the door.

"Stop, who trespassed on the palace gate." The soldier guarding the door carried the spear in his hand, pointed it obliquely at the little guy, and shouted loudly.

The little guy turned over and jumped off the horse, walked to the soldier, and said: "The small one is a miscellaneous servant in the Xuanwu Building on the Dongshan Marquis Mansion, and I came to deliver a letter to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince today, and I hope that the military master will hand it over on his behalf, this is a small brand." As he spoke, the little servant took out the token that the money had been piled up for him from his bosom and handed it to the soldier guarding the door.

The soldier took the token, looked at it, and confirmed that it was the sign of the Hou Mansion, and then put away the spear in his hand.

"Since it is a letter from the Dongshan Marquis's Mansion, then I will send someone to the East Palace to hand it over."

"Thank you, Master Jun, the above instructed that this letter must be handed over to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself." The servant took out the letter and handed it to the soldier.

"Got it, you can go back."

The letter has been delivered to the soldiers guarding the gate, and the little servant does not have to stay at the palace gate for any longer, so he turns over and turns around.

"You guys stay here first, and go to the East Palace first to deliver this letter." After the little servant left, the soldier who guarded the door said to the people under his hands.

"Yes."

The soldier took the letter in his arms and trotted all the way to the East Palace.

When I arrived at the East Palace, I learned that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not in the East Palace today, but went to Princess Jinyang's warm pavilion to visit Princess Jinyang.

The soldier sighed, and could only find it all the way to the warm pavilion.

In the courtyard outside the warm pavilion, Jin Yang was curled up on a swing chair covered with thick fur, while Li Chengqian was sitting next to her, and the two were chatting.

"Brother Prince, Uncle Six Emperors was sent by his father to the Mausoleum to guard the spirit, right?" Jin Yang's eyes were red, and he leaned on Li Chengqian's shoulder.

"Yes, but this is much better for the Sixth Emperor Uncle than being locked up in the royal mansion and grounded." Li Chengqian sighed.

"But in this way, it's a kind of torture for the Sixth Emperor Uncle, isn't it?" Speaking of this, a line of tears flowed down Jin Yang's eyes. (To be continued.) )