Although it was a somewhat cloudy day, it was late in the evening, and it was an intersection, so the man's shouts immediately aroused the thoughts of pedestrians.

At first, there were pedestrians watching the bustle, and they came over here and watched with great interest.

Zhiran took two steps back and looked at the fallen old woman carefully. He sighed inwardly as he saw her wrinkled, gray-haired, hunched over, moaning on the ground.

Although he was born in a temple and grew up in a temple, he also followed his master to Lianghuai to make a fortune in his early years, and he had a bit of vision.

It's just that this kind of street trick, although I haven't experienced it personally, but I have heard it.

However, this is usually a means used by scoundrels to defraud money, so what is the use of using it on a monk?

When a monk goes out, how many people have money with him? Even if there are a few copper plates, it is not easy to cheat.

"Oops, oops......" The old woman closed her eyes, twitched all over, moaned hard, and her face was full of pain.

Zhiran saw that the man who called his mother just knelt in front of the old woman and cried, letting the old woman lie on the residual snow, somewhat unbearable.

He wanted to step forward to help, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by someone stretching out his arm.

Although Zhi Ran didn't know the name, this person looked familiar and recognized it as someone from Cao Mansion.

The person who came was Zhang Yi from Cao Mansion, seeing Zhiran's face with such a look, he hugged his fists and said, "Master, take a few steps back for the time being, be careful of deception, or leave it to the villain to deal with." With that, Yin Zhiran avoided the crowd and retreated.

While speaking, two young men came up nearby, clasped their fists at Zhiran, and then stood behind Zhang Yi.

Looking at this style, I think it is also the family of Caofu.

Zhiran looked calm, stopped, and waited to see what happened. But because there are many people watching the excitement, the front is covered tightly, and it is not real to see.

Zhang Yi listened attentively, he didn't know what the reason was, the old woman who was moaning just now was no longer moving, he took two steps forward, looked at the old woman through the human wall, but she was on the ground like a corpse, and no longer spoke.

He was in a state of panic, and his face was still unremarkable, thinking about how to deal with it.

The man on the ground wailed a few times, and when he saw that the passers-by were almost around, he got up and rushed to Zhiran's side, and said as he pounced: "You evil monk, you still have my mother's life to ......."

Because Zhang Yi and the others were protecting Zhiran, where could that man pounce?

After he was stopped, he struggled hard, and made a fuss without paying attention, grinning involuntarily, looking very embarrassed.

He turned over and shouted at the crowd watching the excitement: "Past masters, you have to make decisions for me." This evil monk killed my mother, poor my mother......" said, kowtowing "bumper", snot and tears came out.

Watching the excitement on the side, there are those who can't see it, and there are those who are coaxing, and they accuse Zhiran of gossiping.

"Hey, the little monk looks good, why is he so vicious, he hit someone, and he still wants to hit it in vain, there is no royal law." One humanity.

Another person said: "That is, that is, the prince broke the law, and he was guilty of the same crime as the common people, and I haven't heard that the monk is not in the way of breaking the law." ”

"Look at this thin skin and tender flesh, and it makes people dry when they look at it. Where is it like to be a monk? Someone laughed twice with a "hehe", and the words he said were full of frivolity.

The other two nursing homes of the Cao family were on fire when they heard it, but Zhang Yi didn't hear it, his eyes looked directly at the motionless old woman on the ground, and his expression gradually became solemn.

Zhiran also saw that something was wrong, bypassed the two courtyards, walked to the old woman, and leaned over to investigate.

The back of the old woman's neck was covered with blood, and her face had turned gray.

Zhiran reached out to probe the old woman's snort, and she was already out of breath.

His expression became solemn, his hands folded, and he looked at the weeping man on the ground, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

The man howled "Mother" and "Mother", raised his head, and just met Zhiran's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, looked away, and threw himself on the old woman's corpse, crying again.

The onlookers also felt that it was wrong, and said: "Mother, I really killed someone!" ”

The one said: "Hurry up and report to the official, don't run away from this monk, everyone eats and hangs." ”

As he spoke, everyone had already surrounded Zhiran, and the eyes that looked at Zhiran also regarded him as a murderer.

Originally, there were some old people, but they looked a little wrong, and they felt that the two old women and mother and son seemed to be "touching porcelain", but now they are confused.

If this is "touching porcelain", he will not give up his surname, and the other party is a simplely dressed monk, not as oily and watery as a wealthy businessman?

In the distance, he saw soldiers from the patrol camp coming.

Zhang Yi's heart sank, if he really died, it seemed that he couldn't avoid the yamen.

He could see the situation clearly, it was obvious that the old woman had bumped into Zhiran herself, and then she was still moaning on the ground. Because the onlookers covered his vision, he didn't see the love deeds after that.

It's just half a cup of tea, why did this old woman choke?

He was ordered by Mr. Zhuang to lead people to secretly protect Zhiran, but now there is such a mistake. He frowned, wondering in his heart, who was this trick and what was the purpose?

Right now, the soldiers of this patrol battalion are coming, and it is not the time to think about this.

Zhang Yi turned around and explained to one of the entourage: "Old Tang, you go back to the house immediately, find Mr. Zhuang, and carefully explain the details here, Mr., please give Mr. an idea." ”

The answer called Lao Tang went, Zhang Yi walked forward quickly, stood in front of Zhiran, and hugged his fists with the soldiers of the patrol camp...... * Rong Courtyard, upper room, in front of the corridor.

Mr. Zhuang stood under the eaves and looked up at the sky.

The clouds are heavy and the wind is light, and it looks like it is going to snow again.

Thinking of Cao Hao, who was rushing to Zhangjiakou, Mr. Zhuang calculated the distance in his heart, Shahe, Nankou, should rest in Badaling tonight, right?

I heard the news a few years ago, saying that it was snowy in Mongolia and that many cattle and sheep died.

It's just the loss of the people or the Mongolian prince, and it has nothing to do with the imperial court for the time being.

Since it can alarm the imperial front, so that Kangxi can personally make a will and send someone down to inspect, then presumably the imperial ranch has also suffered heavy losses.

The Manchu Qing Dynasty has been in the customs for more than 60 years, but Ma Zheng's side is in a state of malaise, and it is simply not as good as a year.

The horse farm originally had a lot of deception and shady scenes, and the number of horses was very wet. Now that there is a snow disaster, I don't know how many good horses will be killed.

The northwest is not peaceful, and the imperial court has no silver, and now if the horses are sharply reduced, the imperial court's armed forces will become more and more difficult. Long live the Lord is the strongest person, and now he doesn't know that he has killed a lot of war horses before he can stab the emperor.

Just thinking about it, I saw a person walking at the gate of the courtyard, who was with Zhang Yi and protected Zhiran's chief guard with Tang Hai.

"Sir, it's not good, Master Zhiran was taken away by the patrol camp......" Tang Hai was anxious, hugged his fists as a salute, and then said bluntly.

Mr. Zhuang's expression turned solemn and said, "What the hell is going on?" Didn't you go to the Thirteenth Elder Brother's Mansion, why did you go to the Yamen again? ”

Tang Hai evened his breath and told Mr. Zhuang what he had done at the crossroads.

Mr. Zhuang frowned, his face was terrifyingly dark...... Mr. Zhuang is not the only one with an ugly face, but also the king of Shuncheng County, Bumuba.

Shuncheng at the gate of the palace, he got out of the carriage with a black face, and the chief and the guards all dismounted.

Bumuba got off the horse, didn't say anything about entering the house, turned his head with a dark face, looked at a steward dressed next to him, and stretched out his hand to whip it.

The whip slid slightly into the steward's face, causing a bloody purlin on his face to immediately appear, and he heard Bumuba scold: "Bastard, what the hell is going on? Didn't you say that you would find two 'porcelain' people, make it difficult for the little monk, and then the king would come forward? Why did you find a straw bale, and you fell to the ground and died? ”

The steward's face was hot and painful, but he didn't dare to touch it.

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Bumuba's words, the steward immediately knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "Master, the slave is wronged, who would have thought that the man would find this old woman to 'touch the porcelain'......"

Bumuba was upset, I didn't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me.

He just wanted to find an opportunity to meet Zhiran and make friends, who would have thought that Zhiran would be involved in the murder.

He was annoyed, and when he heard the steward, he dared to cry out for injustice, and stepped forward to give him a kick. The steward staggered and fell to the ground.

Bu Muba didn't bother to look at him again, so he called two other stewards and sent them to the side of the Dutong Yamen to inquire about the news.

* Badaling, Juyong Town, post station.

Cao Hao had dinner and discussed Ming's itinerary with Wei Hei.

The capital is more than 400 miles away from Zhangjiakou, and now it has completed 150 miles. At this rate, we should be able to reach Zhangjiakou tomorrow.

After a little rest in Zhangjiakou, Cao Hao was going to go out of the customs to the two wings of the pasture of Taifu Temple.

Everyone in the military department can always meet along the way, and they always have to pass through Zhangjiakou to be more worry-free.

Wei Hei remembered the resentment in Nalan Chengping's eyes, and he was still a little uneasy, and said, "Son, or send someone back to Beijing, and let me send a few more good people over." ”

Cao Hao rubbed his forehead and said, "There are only a few people who have to be used in the house, that is, to send the letter now, it will take a few days to come over again, and we will almost arrive at the ranch by then." ”

Wei Hei was still a little uneasy, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Childe, when you get to Zhangjiakou, it's better to inquire and see if there is a caravan outside the mouth, if you can catch a companion, the road will be safer." ”

Although he felt troublesome, Cao Hao also knew that what Wei Hei said was well-intentioned, so he nodded and said, "Well, Brother Wei, I know." ”

Seeing Cao Hao's agreement, Wei Hei let out a long breath, and his tense expression relaxed a little.

In another courtyard of the same station, Nalan Chengping's mood was not relaxed.

He sat at the table, looked at the letterhead in his hand, snorted coldly, squinted slightly, and his expression changed uncertainly. Sometimes sad, sometimes cold, it looks very sad.

After reading the letterhead, he looked at the lamp on the table and ran away, and was stunned for half a cup of tea before he sighed, took off the lampshade, and lit the letterhead in his hand.

Seeing that the letterhead burned out, he stood up, looked down at his supplement, and clenched his fist vigorously...... * Beijing, Caojia East Mansion, East Cross Courtyard.

Cao Song, who came back from serving on duty, changed his clothes and freshened up, and after dinner, Jinghui sent the maid down, and only the husband and wife were left in the house.

Thinking of lying to her mother-in-law Zhao Jiashi in the afternoon, Jinghui's face was a little panicked. There is really no way, although they are all a family, there is nothing to be reluctant to, but for fear of wiping the face of Cao Hao and Chu Yu, she is against her mother-in-law opening a dim sum shop.

The shop is rented out, and it is also a five-year contract, but the other party has no relationship with the palace, but he is just a fellow in charge of Fucha Mansion.

Jing Hui was afraid that Zhao Jia's family would continue to entangle, so she lied and came to diverge the matter.

It's just that, looking at Zhaojia's meaning, or the meaning of continuing to open a dim sum shop, Jinghui couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

In her heart, she loves Cao Hao and Chu Yu very much, and naturally she doesn't want anything to embarrass them.

It's just that she married these words, and watched coldly, and she also saw that her mother-in-law was nitpicking about herself and not being very friendly, so she refused to say more and didn't take a single step.

This matter of the dim sum shop, if the second room is really open, and I don't know how to chew my tongue outside, how can Jinghui continue to be silent?

After thinking about it for a while, she told Cao Song about Zhaojia's plan to open a dim sum shop.

Cao Songzheng touched his purse and came over, thinking about letting Jinghui collect the silver ticket given by his brother in the morning. Hearing Jinghui's words, he was stunned and speechless.

After a long time, Cao Song sighed, hammered the kang hard, stared, and couldn't speak......

(To be continued)