Not only did Lu Xiaowen have new evidence, but the cases of King Qi and Luo Yundecha also made progress.

The informant who hanged himself, the bones were randomly thrown on the hill outside the Taoist temple, and with the temper of the king of Qi, he naturally would not bury him, and it would be good not to remove eight pieces.

Just kept an eye on it and sent a subordinate to guard near the Taoist temple.

Sure enough, after more than ten or twenty days, King Qi found out Mingyue Tower, and there was no other action, and after a period of calm, a middle-aged man dressed in cloth sneaked over, took advantage of the night, cleaned up the informant's bones, and wanted to take it away.

The subordinate was also clever, he knew that his martial arts were not strong, so he visually measured the size of the two of them, and chose to follow secretly to see where he lived.

Turning around, I turned into a small alley behind Xuewu Street, and turned a few more corners, only then did I push open a hidden back door, and the figure of the person who stole the bones flashed and slipped in.

When the man came after him, he went back and made a secret mark along the way.

By the time Luo Yunde received the news and rushed over with someone, the sky was already bright.

Along the way, he also noticed that something was wrong here: in the alley next to him, the sound of chickens and dogs was incessant, and there were also the sounds of men working in the family, women working, and children playing. But on this street, there are few customers at the breakfast stalls, and the houses are quiet, there is no sound, and there are no people who go out to work.

Luo Yunde casually grabbed a vendor with vegetables and asked him, and the vendor saw that he was wearing an official robe, and he was very polite and did not dare to tell a lie.

"This little brother, there is still room for stalls on this street, why don't you set up a stall here?"

The peddler shook his head: "Hey, sir, you don't know, since a group of men came to this place last year, who said that they were homeless and laborers, our business has never been good." They don't have a mother-in-law, and they don't cook by themselves, so they call restaurants to deliver every day. If you can't support yourself, why are there so few stalls here? ”

Luo Yunde asked: "Most of the people living on this street moved in last year?" Do they usually go out and look for work to do? ”

The peddler shook his head again: "I don't know about this, I guess there is." Otherwise, who can afford to eat outside every day? ”

Loyond let the man go, and he looked at the silent street, thoughtful.

The subordinate who was the first to find it, with Luo Yunde and a bunch of others, walked along the mark all the way to the door.

"This is it, Lord Luo, the little one saw him enter here."

Luo Yunde peeked through the crack in the wooden door.

In the empty yard, there is no breath of life, only a simple wooden basin and a water scoop. Strangely, there were also some spears and swords lined up in the courtyard, flashing their eyes brightly.

His men waited for his eyes and wanted to rush in.

Luo Yunde's heart sank, and he signaled his subordinates to be restless.

Then he walked to the back doors of the courtyards next to him, and they all leaned on the crack in the door and looked in, all of which were like this.

There happened to be people in some yards, and it was probably possible to figure out that there were three or four people living in one room, and listening to what the vendor had just said, combined with the strange yards they had seen along the way, it could be estimated that there were about a thousand people in total.

They are definitely not ordinary homeless and foreigners.

When = Luo Yunde only brought a few dozen people, he immediately made a decision, went back to the king of Qi, and asked for instructions on the next move.

King Qi obviously didn't expect that there were such a large number of suspicious people with weapons hidden in the city, and he immediately thought of King Yan's border army, as well as the informant who came from Yanzhou and died in the Taoist temple.

King Qi asked Luo Yunde to go back to Dali Temple first to stand by, and he paced back and forth in the house.

When Yin Xuan pushed the door in with the food box, he was shocked to realize that it was already past lunch time.

Yin Xuan saw that he was thinking about something, and he was going to go out, but he opened his mouth and stayed.

"When does the princess think it's time to do it?"

He personally poured tea for Yin Xuan and wanted to hear her thoughts.

Yin Xuan bit her lower lip, she didn't dare to make a conclusion about such a big matter.

But looking at the eyes of King Shangqi, she knew that she had to speak.

"If the prince uses the government soldiers, how many points will he make?" Yin Xuan asked him.

"There are only 300 soldiers in the government, and against 1,000 people, is it difficult for this king to send him to death?"

King Qi had long thought about the feasibility of this move and was impatient, there were only a few soldiers in the government, didn't Yin Xuan use his brains?

"The saints and generals are all in Beijing, and the prince is worried about the security of the capital, how can he be sent to death?" Yin Xuan said softly, his eyes unoutlined by charcoal were pure and confident.

"You mean?"

"If there are people picking quarrels and provoking trouble on Xuewu Street, the impact is very great, and the prince happens to pass by?"

As soon as Yin Xuan said this, he understood, just like the idea of Mingyue Tower before.

"How did the princess know that someone was picking quarrels and provoking trouble?"

He felt that there were still some details to be finalized.

"It's man-made, if the prince wants to, are you still worried?"

Yin Xuan's idea was bold, and on the second day, a bunch of idle gangsters who were wandering on the next street on weekdays came to Xuewu Street and shouted for protection money.

Most of the people who still stay here to set up stalls are older people, these gangsters are arrogant, and the old people can't make a lot of money by setting up stalls on this street on weekdays, so they really can't give it.

The commotion on the street lasted for a while, and several families on the street poked their heads out to look.

These soldiers are tired from night training, and they can only rest in the morning, and they are very angry when they are woken up, and their tone is not very good: "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

As soon as the gangsters saw each other, they were strong and dark-skinned, and several of them made a trip, and they knew that this was the object they were looking for.

deliberately provoked trouble: "It's your business, your uncle, which onion are you?" Leave your grandfather alone! ”

The mouth was not dry, and he was woken up early in the morning, and the soldiers were angry and angry, and the hormones that were nowhere to be diverged were waved into their fists.

The gangsters had already been instructed that as long as they were beaten this time, they would be compensated with dozens of taels of silver.

So the harder the other party hits, the more they hide, the dirtier the curse in their mouths, and they fight back with stitches.

Many of the soldiers who lived there joined in, and they also alarmed the gangsters of other gangs.

Although they are not usually a group of people, there are always conflicts. But they are all troubled youths, disliked by their families, and there is always a revolutionary friendship among the gangsters, and they also join this melee when they see this.

I don't know which one was angry, so he rushed into the courtyard at once, carrying a spear with a cold light and shining and went straight to the gangsters who hit the head.

The thug was startled, he didn't know that the other party would have weapons in his house.

The other thugs were also frightened, who would have a spear in an ordinary person's house?

The other soldiers were exposed, and after the initial helplessness, some people surrounded the thugs, and some rushed back to get weapons, trying to kill and cover up the past.

(End of chapter)