It was supposed to be a joyful and festive month, but such a tragedy happened, as if Tang Yuan had done such a white thing, and the living people in filial piety clothes would be avoided when they walked outside, and they were cursed and bumped into themselves.

But right now, looking at the more and more pedestrians gathered around, Wen Mingtang only felt that the scene in front of him was inexplicably dazzling.

In this most lively "rich place" Furong Garden, the generation of pedestrians are mostly dressed brightly and richly, and they do not worry about food and clothing, and the pedestrians who are most taboo about these "bad luck" on weekdays are not at all concerned about the taboos on weekdays, and gather here to point out and watch.

Wen Mingtang's mind was chaotic, looking at Zhao Mengzhuo who was lying on the ground, calmly looking at the world, there seemed to be a foundation in his heart that had condensed, blocking his heart, his emotions could not be expressed, and the uncomfortable and sour feelings gradually came up.

After eating a twilight meal, the people who could talk and move on the top floor of the Star Picking Building a moment ago were separated from them in the blink of an eye.

There was a lot of chaos around, there were people watching the excitement, and there were also pointing to the star-picking tower where Zhao Mengzhuo fell, "ordinary people should not approach", and loudly showing off that they saw people passing by shouting that this was the "nobleman" who fell from the top of the building; There were also brightly dressed magnates who came from the Hibiscus Garden on the opposite side, including men and women, stepping on the red carpet that had been laid out from the entrance of the Hibiscus Garden, looking at Zhao Mengzhuo lying on the ground, covering his mouth in surprise and exclaiming, and then bowing his head and whispering.

Zhao Mengzhuo's identity as Dali Temple Qing is there, there are many people who know him among so many powerful people, and the three words "Dali Temple" in those noisy and trivial whispers sound in their ears from time to time.

But even though there are many people who know and know, right now Zhao Mengzhuo is lying on the ground, but no one has stepped forward.

Wen Mingtang listened to Zhao You beside him angrily arguing with the guy from the Star Picking Tower who was blocking him: "I am the messenger of Dali Temple, and now our Lord Zhao is there, why don't you allow me to come forward?" ”

The guys in the Star Picking Tower are also tall and big, and those who can stop the crowd from approaching the Star Picking Tower are not so much the guys who serve tea and water, but the skilled guards.

The other party stretched out his hand to stop him from stepping forward, and only repeated one sentence back and forth in his mouth: "This is our host's territory, and we will only be able to do it when our host comes!" ”

What Dali Temple Yamen, what official government is obviously not important in the eyes of these people, only their owner is the most important existence that crosses the yamen and the official government.

Seeing that those guys were pushing and shoving with Zhao You, while still not letting the pedestrians around him approach, Wen Mingtang calmed down and glanced at Ah Bing, who immediately understood, ran out of the crowd, and ran away in the direction of Dali Temple.

After Ah Bing left, Wen Mingtang let go of his hands that were clenched into fists, and wiped his robe with his sweaty palms: That's it, although those guys only have their owners in their eyes and no one else, they have never let others get close to Zhao Mengzhuo who was lying on the ground.

In this way, the site can be said to be intact and has not been damaged.

Thinking like this, but seeing a group of people hurrying out of the Star Picking Tower, looking at the clothes that are not rich or expensive, Wen Mingtang has a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw the pedestrian walking quickly from the door of the building, and the two guys who were pushing and shoving with Zhao You, who were not allowed to approach the "Dali Temple Officer", seemed to be blind to the action of the pedestrian approaching, and ignored it.

In a blink of an eye, the pedestrian walked to Zhao Mengzhuo's side, and then squatted down to touch Zhao Mengzhuo.

Wen Mingtang had a "boom" in his head, and subconsciously blocked the exit: "Wait!" The footsteps were about to step forward, but a few people who were also tall and tall walked out of the star-picking building, stopping Wen Mingtang and several other pedestrians who wanted to step forward.

The pedestrian squatted down and touched Zhao Mengzhuo casually, and someone patted Zhao Mengzhuo's body and muttered, "Brother Zhao? ”； Someone stepped forward to probe Zhao Mengzhuo's snort, repeatedly, and then called "Someone" in the direction of the Star Picking Tower behind him, and after another guy came out of the inside, those people said, "Go and ask for a doctor!" ”

There are also people who read "how can this be", with a look of disbelief, while sorting out Zhao Mengzhuo's robe, while touching tears with red eyes.

Wen Mingtang looked at the reactions of the well-dressed nobles, and his heart became even colder: Zhao Mengzhuo fell downstairs in full view, but these people wantonly destroyed the murder scene in front of everyone.

If this group of people is not the group of people who had an argument with Zhao Mengzhuo on the top floor, who would believe it?

The Yamen of Dali Temple, which is responsible for the major homicide case of the entire Darong, is to protect the murder scene every time they arrive at the scene of the murder.

But right now, the Dali Siqing, the highest official in the entire Dali Temple, died here, and the scene of his murder was unscrupulously destroyed in this way.

This is a righteous conspiracy!

Wen Mingtang's heart was extremely sour, his eyes stared at every movement of the well-dressed nobles, those who arranged their robes, and those who slapped their bodies carefully memorized.

……

When the Dali Temple sent to look for Lin Fei, Lin Fei was following behind his brother, preparing to make amends to the Yasukuni Gong who left the table in anger on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The anger of the Yasukuni Gong has almost disappeared until today, and he listened to the father and son swear with a cold face that this incident would never happen again in the future.

Of course, this incident seems to be that Jingyunhou's father and son were not filial, concealing that Jingguo Gong "lost" the ancestral business, and Lin Shizi was transferred to Yamen, but the fact is that after Jingguo Gong was angry on Chinese New Year's Eve, Jingyunhou went to the Guogong Mansion to explain the original situation.

This matter has nothing to do with "unfilial piety", it is just a matter of disobedience to the holy will. Although the Yasukuni Gong was unwilling, he had no choice but to give up on the steps.

When His Majesty was the prince, he had the means to be in the same city, which was very different from the previous emperor.

But such a monarch is more difficult to guess the holy will than the mediocre people like the first emperor.

After Jingyun Hou and Lin Shizi made amends one after another, it was Lin Fei's turn. Compared with his father and brother, he is just angry.

The cold face of the Duke of Yasukuni had already been relieved by the reparation of Jingyun Hou and Lin Shizi, and he was ready to expose the matter after Lin Fei brought the teacup over and said a few soft words and guarantees. But before Lin Fei picked up the teacup, a small servant rushed in, and then before he could salute Jingguo Gong and others, he hurriedly ran to Lin Fei and shouted: "Master, it's not good, there is a murder!" ”

The face of the Yasukuni Gong, who had just eased up, stiffened, and then saw Lin Fei put aside the tea cup he had just picked up, turned his head and asked the little guy, "What's wrong?" ”

Yasukuni's frozen face sank completely.

(End of chapter)