As soon as he heard that there was a murder in Tianxiang Tower, Leng Wu, as the boss behind Tianxiang Tower, immediately rushed upstairs, and Yang Zan on the side also followed upstairs.

The door was crowded with a lot of spectators and a panicked little lady, Leng Wu leaned over, only to see a middle-aged man, wide-eyed, naked. Lying on the bed with his upper body on his back, his lips were blue and purple, and blood stains flowed out of his mouth, nose and eyes, and his face was pale at the moment, and a young man on the side probed the mouth and nose of the deceased, and said helplessly: "This person has no breath anymore." ”

"Who died?" Yang Zan asked the little lady in the green building who was shivering and shrunk under the thick quilt.

The little lady just kept sobbing and wiping her tears, and she was so frightened that she stayed by the corpse.

"It's really unlucky." Leng Wu pursed her mouth and frowned bitterly, she is the boss behind Tianxianglou, but now there is a murder here, which makes her a little powerless and anxious, fortunately, not many people know that she is the boss behind Tianxianglou.

Yang Zan was also very unlucky, it is said that Tianxianglou has sent someone to the Shangjing Mansion to summon the officials and the servants to come for an autopsy, and Tianxianglou has also been temporarily cleared and blocked.

Leng Wu's expression was down, and Yang Zan on the side also saw it in his eyes, and he comforted in a low voice: "Leng Wu, since this place is blocked, everything is on the cusp, we can only leave here temporarily, and take it back here in the future, okay?" ”

When Leng Wu heard Yang Zan say this, she sighed and said, "Everything is up to Brother Zan for everything." ”

After Leng Wu finished speaking, he and Yang Zan immediately withdrew from here, and in the dark night, there were constantly Khitan soldiers who transferred their troops to Tianxianglou, neatly carrying their steps, and it was very loud in the cold night sky.

Yang Zan and Leng Wu glanced at each other, Leng Wu turned his head and walked in the alley with Yang Zan, Leng Wu's voice trembled a little, she said: "The Khitan people died well, but I don't know what happened to those sisters in the Xianglou that day, and I am still a little worried in my heart." ”

"The dead is a Khitan, I just heard some from some Qingke in Tianxiang Building, but this character's style is a bit big, it is estimated that this time the bright one will not work, and the dark one will come."

Leng Wu suddenly arched her hand, and her words were very powerful in the air: "If they are in trouble, they have to ask Brother Zan for help." ”

Yang Zan looked at Leng Wu in front of him with a straight face, and then he put his head on Leng Wu's cheek, "Leng Wu's matter is Yang Zan's matter, not to mention that those people are also the enemies of my Great Song Dynasty." ”

"Hmm." Leng Wu was a little embarrassed, she felt a man's breath blow on her face, and then she also put her cheek up.

When they came out of Tianxiang Building, it was already early, and Leng Wu and Yang Zan also returned to the inn opened by the Shi brothers in the south of the city.

Leng Wu was very relieved of Yang Zan, and in the middle of the night, many people in black had gathered around Yang Zan, and they all looked at Yang Zan with bated breath.

Yang Zan ordered some things to go down, and he also told them to do them.

Soon after, the Man in Black also disappeared from the inn.

……

Since a series of murders occurred in Shangjing, there has been some silence among those Khitan nobles, and from this strength, they naturally guessed that it was the act of Yelu Jing, the emperor of today's Great Liao.

In the north of the city, the closest mansion to the palace, the mansion here does not seem very magnificent, and there are not many guards guarding the door, they are guarding the door, guarding the noble master inside.

In the twilight, in a separate attic in the backyard, the candlelight was still on, and a yellow halo peeked through the paper window.

In the attic, there was only a fifty-year-old man flipping through a book, with a gray beard, a jet-black felt hat on his head, and a hint of silver-white hair on his sideburns, holding a book in his left hand and slowly flipping through it with his right hand.

His gaze was a little dazed, he closed the book, and was thinking about everything that had happened in the capital recently, everything in the capital had gone crazy.

There was enough blood and tears, but the situation in Liao was getting worse and worse every year, and the fifty-year-old man lamented that he had done something wrong.

In Huoshendian that year, Yelu Ruan was killed, and Yelu Cha rebelled, and that year he was the right leather room and held the leather room army, the elite unit of the royal family. He began to gather kings, and later proclaimed Yelu Jing, the eldest son of Yelu Deguang, the king of Shou'an, as emperor, and killed the traitor Yelu Chacoff. …… Later, he was named the king of the North Courtyard by Yelujing, in charge of Shanxi affairs. This person is Yelu Wuqing, the word enemy, the Khitan royal family, and now he is a fifty-year-old man.

Yelu Wuzhi shook his head helplessly, he understood that the hidden danger in the Liao State had never dissipated, under this whirlpool, the internal struggle for power between the Khitan royal family and nobles had not stopped since the late Taizu period, and Yelu Wuzhi had always maintained a high degree of vigilance in this regard.

In the Great Liao Imperial Court, Yelu Wuzhi is the most powerful, and he is also well versed in Taoguang's cultivation and wisdom, and he is very prosperous in several dynasties and generations, but he will not do those things that offend people.

It is because in Yelu Jing's heart, Yelu Wu understands that he is far more important than others, and there is his own credit among the people who supported Ye Lu Jing to ascend the throne, if the emperor wants to move his Ye Lu Wu quality, it is to declare war with the power of the entire Khitan nobles.

For Yelu Jing and Da Liao, Yelu Wu is also a person who leads the army to fight, because he is a person who can write and fight, so Ye Lu Wu is not worried about this, if Ye Lu Jing does anything unfavorable to Liao, he will take some measures against Ye Lu Jing.

Yeluwu looked at the dark world outside the house, he didn't know what was happening in Tianxiang Tower, he didn't know what crazy things this crazy Yelujing would do, he felt that he was very tired, and soon after, the old servant of the mansion was already urging.

After the candles were extinguished, the whole mansion was completely silent.

……

Tianxianglou was not blocked, only the little lady who served the Khitan man was summoned to the Shangjing Mansion.

The dead was a Khitan man, although he was just an ordinary Khitan man, but in the eyes of the Khitans, if a Han man committed murder in Shangjing, it would be more serious than stealing.

There have been too many people who have died recently, and Shangjing Mansion Yin is also a little anxious in his heart, although the emperor did not let himself find out who was killed, but he also knew in his heart that if he could no longer find a replacement, it was estimated that the emperor would blame him, he knew what kind of person Yelujing was.

Scapegoat, this word suddenly came to mind in Shangjing Mansion Yin, but he raised a lewd face, and then looked at the little lady.

Fu Yin came down according to the procedure of the trial and asked, "Why did you kill someone?" ”

"Wronged, ......" the little lady explained in Khitan dialect, her face was already showing beads of sweat, she shook her head vigorously, and then began to sob.

Fu Yin was a little incredulous when he heard this, and he said suspiciously: "Oh? What will you say to our Khitans? ”

The little lady who spoke Khitan raised her head, looked timidly at the Shangjing Mansion Yin in front of her, with a charming look, and then looked at the Shangjing Mansion Yin with her Chu Chu moving and tearful eyes: "Da Yin, the slave family's Yeye is a Khitan person, only after the battle against Wuku, he died on the battlefield, and later the slave family had to commit to being a slave because of the loss of their only relative. ”

"Oh?" Fu Yin listened to the little lady's words, and he couldn't help but say, "But that person did die next to you, how can you explain this?" ”

The little lady looked at Fu Yin with a pitiful look and said, "This slave family doesn't know, our Khitan women have a heroic personality, how can they kill people on the bed?" ”

"Oh?" That Fu Yin's face was already shining, and he felt that the moving Khitan woman in front of him had a fox in his bones. Seduction. The smell was confusing, and he felt that he couldn't control it, and he felt that there were thousands of insects drilling down his body.

Fu Yin was shocked, squeezed his eyebrows for a while, and then said, "Since you are not guilty, then put you in prison for the time being." ”

The little Khitan lady had been taken into prison, she looked unkempt, and then trembled and clenched on the wall, trembling, but after all the servants left, the Khitan little lady suddenly raised her head, and then looked at the empty corners around her, but the corners of her mouth rose.

After the Fu Yin left the lobby, he immediately got up and went to the backyard room to change into a Yanju costume, and then left to go to the prison again.

Fu Yin hadn't felt this way for a long time, he felt like a stealing cat, and the work under him didn't seem to be useful, but this time the situation made him feel like a spring breeze and a manic summer, and this time he wanted to enjoy it.

From the lobby to prison, Fu Yin spent half a cup of tea.

After seeing the Khitan little lady's people, Fu Yin quickened his pace.

The little lady heard footsteps, and she began to sob, and then raised her voice again.

Fu Yin had already arrived at the door of the prison, his body was tightly attached to the wooden fence of the prison, and one foot also stepped into the prison, and then he turned his head sideways and looked inside, but saw that the little lady was crying very much, and he comforted him: "Little lady, don't cry. ”

She lowered her head and sobbed, and when she heard Fu Yin calling him, she raised her crying face and said, "The slave family is in this prison, I'm afraid it will be sooner or later to die, the slave family is afraid, the slave family is afraid of death, but I didn't kill the person!" ”

"Little lady, don't be afraid!" Fu Yin said slowly, "This life or death is not decided by the little lady, it is decided by me." ”

"Oh?" When the little lady heard Fu Yin say this, she raised her face to look at the Fu Yin, gradually stopped crying, and then asked, "Is Fu Yin saying that the little lady is not guilty?" ”

"This, it depends on the little lady to point out some key facts of the case." Fu Yin a two-color. Narrow. The squinting eyes had already climbed up to the little Khitan lady opposite, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then he picked up the key and opened the big lock of the prison.

The heavy lock made a dull sound in the air, but the little Khitan lady on the opposite side looked puzzled, she seemed to realize something, and the whole person retreated back.

The government looked smiling, his body was already close to the Khitan little lady's body, and the groping pig hand was also searching around.

He hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his rough and hairy chest, and although it was cold, he felt unusually hot and unusually strong underneath his body.

"It's not appropriate to be here, or go to the official's room?"

"That's good." Fu Yin nodded, and then took the woman's hand and hurried to the room.

In the room, the lights and candles are gone, but a little light can still be seen.

"The officials hurt the slave family."

"Haha."

Fu Yin is waiting to be torn. Pulling the other party's shirt, suddenly he felt a pain in his chest, and saw a dagger being inserted in his chest, and a blood hole appeared on his Yanju clothes, and the blood water went down the half of the open shirt, staining his chest red.

The stiff thing was also kicked so hard that it seemed to break.

In the dark night, he looked at the little Khitan lady in disbelief, but saw the woman looking at him with a cold look, and then put his lips in his ear and said: "Death at the hands of Your Majesty is your blessing, so you can also find an excuse for the death of those people." ”

When Fu Yin heard this, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the blood quickly remained, but the little Khitan lady held Fu Yin's hand tightly on the dagger.