I saw the post messenger of Qinglong Temple, before the night closed, he really rode away on a horse at night.

King Changle did what he said, and he really didn't threaten Pei Tan. He is a prince, and there is indeed no need to lower his status to threaten his vassals.

Seeing this, Pei Tan just silently closed the door.

The pressure on Dali Temple is unprecedented, and Pei Tan is difficult to support alone, so it seems that the night is long.

Of course, Jing Wan'er couldn't sleep well, she tossed and turned to survive the dawn, and immediately got up and went out.

At the door, I actually saw Shen Yanzuo stretching his waist, "The air in this temple is cleaner than Chang'an City, and Shen hasn't been so comfortable for many years." ”

Staring at his expression, Jing Wan'er wanted to ignore it as usual. looked directly at Pei Tan's room, and his footsteps were just about to move.

Shen Xingwen stopped her: "Miss Jing, are you going to find an adult, I have seen an adult go out half an hour ago, and there is no one in the room at the moment." ”

Jing Wan'er paused, she didn't believe it, because she had hardly slept all night, but she didn't hear any movement in Pei Tan's room.

Shen Xingwen looked at her with a smile.

Jing Wan'er still turned around slowly, "Where did the adults go?" ”

Shen Xingwen shrugged his shoulders: "Shen doesn't know, seeing that the adult's face is sad, maybe he just went out for a walk." ”

There is a sad face, this is naturally the way it should be, and the current situation is just a sad face is already good.

Jing Wan'er said, "Got it." ”

After thinking about it, she still didn't want to be alone in the courtyard with this servant, and would rather go back to her room and stay.

Shen Xingwen looked like he was talking about it, and said to Jing Wan'er with interest: "Miss Jing knows that before the adult took office as the secretary of the temple in Dali, the former secretary of the temple had reigned for two years, and had handled twenty cases, but none of them had been completed. ”

Jing Wan'er made up her mind every time she didn't want to have anything to do with this person, but what he said made people unable to take a step.

She turned around from the door again, stared at Shen Xingwen and asked, "Why is this happening?" ”

Haven't completed a case in two years? It sounds like a lot of people can't help but wonder.

Shen Xingwen sighed: "Alas, Dali Temple is different from the Criminal Department, the Shangshu of the Criminal Department and the Six Shangshu are all people with seven sects and five surnames, but at that time, Dali Siqing was only a descendant from the last surname, but Dali Temple investigated the case in the capital, and naturally nine times out of ten they were related to the children of the powerful." Pull out the radish and bring out the mud, a check down is inextricably linked, Dali Temple can not endure, only the end. ”

To put it simply, power oppresses people, and this is even more true in Chang'an City. Pull one on the street at random, and it may be a relative of the emperor.

Shen Xingwen's words are blatant and realistic, but they are in line with his consistent style.

Jing Wan'er said: "So when the adults took office and cracked Zong Huo's case, it can be regarded as the first case that Dali Temple has solved in so many years?" ”

Shen Xingwen sighed: "As soon as the adult took office, it was earth-shattering, fortunately, the adult's family is huge, and if it was a background like Shen, he must have been dragged out of the noon gate and chopped into meat sauce." ”

Who can't hear what he said, clearly praising and deprecating, referring to Pei Tan is relying on Pei's shadow to solve the case.

Jing Wan'er suddenly lost any good impression of this person.

She turned and pushed the door in.

Jing Wan'er closed the door, and the deliberate look on Shen Xingwen's face was contained, and he looked at Jing Wan'er's room meaningfully.

Pei Tan came back early in the morning, and Jing Wan'er went to see him as soon as possible.

The identity of that woman, it's time for it to surface.

"My lord, let's ask the Qinglong Temple to hand over the people." Jing Wan'er believes that for the sake of now, even if Qinglong Temple is stubborn, it needs to cooperate with Dali Temple.

Pei Tan looked at Wan'er: "Qinglong Temple may be able to hand over people, but there are also general possibilities that may not." ”

If the person is escorted here, it is not about Dali Temple, if Qinglong Temple also receives another holy decree, another holy decree to protect the identity of a woman.

Jing Wan'er suddenly understood.

Instead of asking for someone like this, it may be the end of losing his wife and losing his soldiers.

Pei Tan's caution was once again reflected at this time.

Jing Wan'er slowly looked at Pei Tan's dark eyes, Pei Tan did not rely on the identity of the Pei family, his identity could bring him some convenience, but his city government that would never step on thunder was the real life amulet.

Just like the previous two cases, his seemingly sharp methods are actually a game of exchanging small for big.

For example, in the first case, he insisted on asking for the death of Zong Huo, but he would never dig deep to investigate the shady scenes of the deeper Shangshu Mansion.

In the second case, he caught Liu Pinzhuo, the murderer of Fan Wenjun, but Pei Tan never moved the Wei family, who controlled everything behind the scenes.

This is a kind of power technique, what Jing Wan'er saw in Pei Tan, a kind of absolute wisdom.

In this treacherous and dark Chang'an, only Pei talked about this method in order to make the guilty people ambushed.

Jing Wan'er spread out her hands, a little sluggish, what about her? She has always prided herself on being smart, the sword in her heart has never been willing to relax and tolerate, she thinks that as long as she gives up her life, she can always kill the person she wants to kill, she thinks this is right, is this obsession fundamentally wrong?

"Then we'll have to find her ourselves." Jing Wan'er, who had recovered from her imagination, said palely.

But how to find the 2,800 meditation rooms in this Qinglong Temple, and which one will that woman be in?

Pei Tan stared at the courtyard, a monk who was sweeping the floor.

The monk is not slow or sick, even if there is a monk in Qinglong Temple who sweeps and pours water, he is very disciplined. But today, the monk swept the ground, and it seemed a little casual and careless.

Pei Tan slowly went out and walked towards him.

Jing Wan'er subconsciously followed.

The little monk was still pretending to sweep the floor, but when Pei Tan walked up to him, his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The little monk kept his head down, "Little Master." Pei Tan called him.

The little monk still didn't look up, but he trembled even more.

Now even Jing Wan'er saw that something was wrong.

She immediately stared at the little monk, all the monks in Qinglong Temple, except for the special warrior monk, most of the other monks were white and clean.

The little monk's hands holding the broom were also slender and fair, even a little white and tender.

Jing Wan'er suddenly remembered something, and suddenly, stared at this strange "monk" without blinking.

Pei Tan's voice was very soft, as if he was speaking to this monk: "In the hearts of ordinary criminals, panic and horror will make them more willing to return to the scene of the crime, and would rather take the greatest risk. Maybe it's because of the fear of leaving a trace, and people will have an obsession to check what they have done over and over again, aren't you? ”

The little monk finally stopped shaking, and "he" lowered his head was a little weird.

Seeing that the monk slowly let go of his hand, the broom fell from his fingertips to the ground, but he still maintained a posture.

"How do you see that?" A soft voice appeared in Jing Wan'er's ears.

The monk raised his head and smiled.

Wearing monk's clothes, carrying Buddhist beads, and even burning ring scars on her head, but since ancient times, where did the woman monk come from.

Even if he is dressed like this, the face of the person in front of him is actually very moving.

Pei Tan looked at her: "You can see it from the shoe size on your feet." ”

Anything can be disguised, even the face, but a woman's natural feet cannot be hidden in the monk's shoes.

This "little monk" has been sweeping the ground here for at least an hour, so Pei Tan just looked at her and never broke it.

Jing Wan'er couldn't help but admire this determination.

The woman smiled again, and looked at Pei Tan like waves: "It's my negligence, how many years have I been in the deep palace, but I don't know that there is such a powerful person in the world." ”

The woman's words are tantamount to self-destructing her identity, she is indeed from the deep palace, and she has not asked the world for many years when she looks like her.

Therefore, there is a moving sense of detachment from the mundane in women.

Jing Wan'er's eyes sank: "Who are you?" ”

Pei Tan looked at the woman, and the woman also looked at him, and after a long time, Pei Tan's voice was softer and said: "His Majesty Ruizong has left three harem concubines, among which the queen has passed away, and the concubine is old, depending on your age, you are Concubine De." ”

The woman looked at Pei Tan faintly, and seemed to be a little complaining, looking at Jing Wan'er's eyes, the woman should be more than forty, but because of her extremely beautiful talent, she is more seductive than ordinary young girls.

Before Huigen died, the extremely beautiful woman he saw was undoubtedly her.

"Concubine De? I never thought I could be called that in my life. The woman said with a blank look.

Pei Tan looked at her, "His Majesty Ruizong and His Majesty today have always had a deep brotherhood, so you and the other two mothers, after what happened to His Majesty Ruizong, can still continue to live in the harem, all because Your Majesty is merciful today." ”

In the history of the Tang Dynasty, the emperor who has never been deposed, and his concubines can still be safe and sound, which is nothing more than the current Emperor Zhongzong, but Ruizong - personally gave the throne.

After the Shenlong Rebellion, the former Ruizong Li Dan resolutely supported his brother Li Xian to ascend the throne, and only then did he have today's Tang Zhongzong.

This period of history is probably enough to become a legend for any historian.

The woman smiled faintly: "Kindness? Even if she lives in the harem, she is just a concubine who can't be nominated for a surname, and it has nothing to do with the past. ”

The so-called benevolence of His Majesty is probably also a matter of opinion, at least the woman in front of him should not think that there is any mercy.

In fact, if you think about it, you know what it's like to live like a prisoner.

Jing Wan'er pinched her palm.

The victim in the shadow of the queen of heaven back then, not to mention Concubine De alone.

Pei Tan was silent for a while, the "murderer" seemed to be in front of him, but none of them asked that sentence.

"Concubine De and the prince, when did they meet?"

The woman's eyes fluttered, she suddenly smiled, staring at Pei Tan's eyes and becoming gloomy: "Young man, I know what you want to do, how many shady things have I seen in this palace over the years, to give you a piece of advice, the more intelligent people usually die, and people can't even foresee the time of death... It's miserable..."

Just look at Concubine De from an ethereal and beautiful woman, and instantly become a little gloomy.