So Zhou Ping went back to the house to take the robe and put it on, and Wen Cheng walked away, along the way through the hall, Wen Cheng pointed out in detail, and made its origin clear one by one, talking about eternity, Zhou Ping also secretly admired this person Although he was not willing to take the imperial examination, he had talent in his chest. He occasionally had one or two answers, and he could also scratch the itch of the other party, and after walking down for a while, both of them felt like they were at home. Seeing that it was almost lunchtime, Wen Cheng pointed to the rather majestic pagoda not far away and said with a smile: "There are Buddhist scripture illustrations on each wall of the pagoda, which are made by famous craftsmen, exquisite and exquisite, and are famous in the north. ”

Zhou Ping said with a smile: "The kid naturally obeys Gong Wen's orders!" ”

The two walked to the front of the pagoda, but found that the door of the pagoda was closed, and an iron general on it guarded the door, and there was no monk who guarded the door around, Wen Cheng shook his head in disappointment: "I came to Yan Kyoto a few times ago to visit this pure scale temple, but I always didn't have the opportunity. This time I finally lived here, but I ate behind closed doors. ”

Zhou Ping looked at the external structure of the pagoda and said with a smile: "Gong Wen, if you really want to see it, I have a way." ”

"Do you have a way?"

"Not bad!" Zhou Ping smiled meaningfully, walked to the side, jumped up quickly, grabbed a protrusion on the tower wall, climbed to the second floor in three times and two times, and then untied his belt, hung down, and said to Wen Cheng: "Gong Wen, grab the belt!" ”

"That's not good, is it?" Wen Cheng was a little overwhelmed by Zhou Ping's actions.

"I'm just waiting to come in and have a look, and I'm not a thief, I'm just too lazy to go to the monk to open the door, so what's the matter? Gong Wen, hurry up and catch it, otherwise the monks will cause misunderstanding when they see us like this? ”

"Good, good!" Wen Cheng had no choice but to grab the belt that hung down, Zhou Ping used his strength in his hand, pulled it up with three strokes and two strokes, and got into it through the window. Zhou Ping retracted his belt, and the two began to look at the murals on the inner wall of the pagoda, only to see that although the murals were just about some Buddhist scriptures, the lines were beautiful, the characters were lively, and the painters who made them were all famous craftsmen at that time, and many of the pictures were gilded, which was magnificent, so that Zhou Ping on the side couldn't help but marvel at the wealth of the Liao Buddhist Temple at that time.

And Wen Cheng's expression was much more complicated, like joy and sadness, and he sighed in a low voice from time to time, which surprised Zhou Ping. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had reached the top floor, looking out from here, the scenery of the entire Youzhou City was in his eyes, Wen Cheng looked at the scenery outside, and sighed in a low voice: "Such a pagoda, I don't know how much people's fat and people's ointment have been consumed." ”

Zhou Ping nodded, and was about to reply, but he heard heavy footsteps from downstairs, obviously someone had entered the tower. He looked around, pointed to an Arhat statue and said, "Gong Wen, if you let the tower guard monks see it, I'm afraid that it will cause trouble, you and I will quickly go back and hide." ”

Wen Cheng and Zhou Ping had just hid behind the Buddha statue, and they saw a person coming up, but it was not the imaginary tower guarding monk, but a bearded man in his thirties and forties. This Liao nobleman came up to the tower, and he didn't worship the Buddha statue, but his eyes flashed, as if he was looking for something. Zhou and Wen both secretly screamed that it was not good, for fear of being caught by him, so they couldn't tell why. After about half a sound, there was a burst of human voices under the tower, it seemed that someone was going up to the tower again, Zhou Ping was crying bitterly in his abdomen, and the noble man suddenly lifted the curtain of the wooden case in front of the Buddha statue and got in.

"What the hell is this guy doing, why are you hiding, is it because you want to do something?" Zhou Ping thought to himself, he glanced sideways at Wen Cheng, the other party shook his head gently, obviously Wen Cheng was the same as himself, and he didn't understand what was going on.

At this time, someone came up from the stairs again, and Zhou Ping carefully turned sideways and looked out through the gap in the Buddha statue. There were three women who came in, and judging by the costumes, they were supposed to be a noble lady and two maids who were traveling with them. The lady wore a tall hat, and the curtain hanging from the brim of the hat cut off Zhou Ping's curious gaze. The two maids placed a blanket in front of the statue and retreated, leaving only the noblewoman.

The noble lady looked at the Buddha statue for a while, then took off her hat, walked to the blanket, bowed down to the Buddha statue and prayed. Since she was speaking Khitan, Zhou Ping couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but even if the lady spoke Chinese, it wouldn't make a difference. Zhou Ping had been stunned by the beauty of this noble lady, she was about twenty-six or seventeen years old, at the most beautiful age of a woman, with a slender and straight nose under a broad forehead, a pair of bright and flexible eyes, ruddy lips, and a fair skin like the most delicate white porcelain. A robe spun from the finest wool enveloped her slender and plump body, her thick black hair draped down to her round shoulders, and near her forehead was tightly bound with a blonde ring encrusted with jewels, and a short black mink coat was draped over the outside of the robe.

"Who?" An exclamation woke Zhou Ping up from that intoxication, and the nobleman of the Liao Kingdom who was hiding under the Buddha case crawled out, this uninvited guest seemed to startle the charming noblewoman, she instinctively retreated to the exit of the stairs, but the nobleman's movements were faster, and he had already blocked the other party's retreat, knelt down, and said a few words to the noblewoman in a deep voice. The frightened look on the lady's face faded away, replaced by solemnity.

"Could it be a private meeting between two people? It doesn't look like it! Zhou Ping secretly mused, and at this time, the gossip cells in his mind that had been idle for a long time began to move again. At this moment, the situation in the field changed abruptly, and the man kneeling on the ground seemed to be pleading for something, and the noble lady kept shaking his head, presumably refusing, and finally the noble lady rushed quickly to the staircase, as if to leave the place. The man kneeling on the ground hurriedly stood up, grabbed the noble lady's arm, and the two scuffled, and suddenly the noble lady took out something from her arms and stabbed the man in the chest, and the other party immediately reached out to cover his chest, and the noble lady took the opportunity to escape. The man struggled to his feet, as if he wanted to catch up, but as soon as he took two steps, he fell to the ground, and after two struggles, he did not move.

"Can't be a lover? A noble lady kills people and kills her mouth? Zhou Ping shook his head, puzzled, the voices of the people downstairs spread farther and farther, but it seemed that the noble lady had escaped. Zhou Ping got out from behind the Buddha statue, picked up a hat and looked at it, there were no ornaments on it that could be used to mark identity, just a woman's body fragrance. Zhou Ping put his hat aside, walked to the man on the ground, turned it over, and saw that the other party had a dagger in his left chest, and he was out of breath.

"This woman's hand is so hot, she pierced her heart with a knife, and she didn't just belong to any nobleman!" Zhou Ping smiled and pulled out the dagger casually, wanting to find some clues on the dagger.

"This woman's surname is Xiao Fuxian, and she is the wife of Yeluchun, the king of Qin and Jin, who stayed in Nanjing, Daliao." A voice came from behind Zhou Ping, it was Wen Cheng.

"What? How do you know? Zhou Ping was stunned for a moment, his eyes swept over the dagger in his hand, and sure enough, there were three words "Yeluchun" cast on the handle of the dagger, knowing that what the other party said was probably good.

"I understand Khitan." Wen Cheng pointed to the corpse lying on the ground and said: "There are people in the camp of Emperor Liao, who are suffering from their own way, and want to collude with this Yeluchun to start an incident, serve Yeluchun as the emperor, negotiate peace with the Jin people, and protect the country, and this person is the messenger." This Xiao Puxian insisted on refusing, and the two couldn't hold each other, and they couldn't imagine killing this person by mistake. ”

"Missed? How do you know if you missed the shot, and didn't intentionally kill this person? Zhou Ping said with a smile.

"Look!" Zhou Ping pointed to Xiao Puxian and his party who were leaving in a hurry under the tower: "She didn't even pack up the dagger, and left in such a hurry, if there was no us, the body would be found by the monks in a while, and it would be easy to contact her." Where is there such an unclean mouth, it is clearly a mistake to kill someone in a hurry. ”

"What Gong Wen said is reasonable!" Zhou Ping was impressed by Wen Cheng's penetrating analysis, he looked at Xiao Puxian and his party who were fleeing, and sighed: "I can't imagine that Liao's internal affairs have been disordered to such a point, it seems that the Great Song Dynasty should indeed have made plans early." ”

"Zhou Chengxin, come over and help me help!" Wen Cheng bent down and struggled to move the corpse. Zhou Ping asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Do that Xiao Puxian a favor and clean up the body!" Wen Cheng said with a smile: "Now our Great Song is not ready, if the incident happens, it will only be cheap, it is better to throw the corpse outside, let them suspect each other, and when the Great Song is ready, we will bring up the old matter again." ”

"Not bad!" Zhou Ping was already admiring this old official at this time, and secretly thought that there was really a problem with the method of selecting officials in the Great Song Dynasty, and such a talent would sink into his fifties and sink into his subordinates, if there were a few more people in the two mansions who were as clear as Wen Cheng, they would not end up with the fall of Kaifeng and the end of the Second Saint North Hunt.

It took a lot of effort for the two to drag the man's body to a deserted place and abandon it, and cleaned up all the blankets, hats, and blood stains on the ground on the top floor of the tower, and Zhou Ping also collected the dagger. By the time the two of them had finished disposing of the mess and returned to their residence, it was already dinner time. Before the two of them entered the courtyard gate, an attaché from the mission greeted them and said loudly: "Gong Wen, where have you been, Lang Jun has been looking for you for a long time, go and see him." ”

"What's so hasty?" Wen Cheng asked as he entered the door.

"Don't ask, Lang Jun will wait in the hall, and you will know when you ask." The attaché sang a fat song to Wen Cheng, and said to Zhou Ping on the side: "Zhou Chengxin, you can go over too, Lang Jun said that you will go to see him as soon as you come back." ”