Ning Que remembered the time when the academy admission trial list was released last year...... Xiao Sangsang also stared at Xie Sangongzi in a daze, and then realized that this girl turned out to be the same as herself, and she was also a mortal with the most heavy skin. But why did she never look at herself in a daze? It was because her skin was too ordinary. Well, at this point, he looked at her melancholy and said, "A man who looks too good...... is not very good at brains, such as the prince of Longqing. ”

Sang Sang put the little black face on his thin arm and said, "Young master, I just want to see how his face was born, why it is so good-looking, and I don't know which fat powder he uses, Chen Kum Kee or Yu Zhi Yuan, alas...... It would be nice to have a chance to see him up close, and even better if he could touch his eyebrows. ”

Ning Que looked at her distracted appearance, and suddenly found that over the years, in addition to housework, her little maid didn't seem to have any hobbies and joys, and she couldn't help but feel a burst of pity in her heart, and said with a smile after a moment of silence: "Prince Longqing is going to enter the second floor of the academy, if you want to see him up close, I will take you with me then, and by the way, you can cheer me up or something." ”

"Okay, okay!" Sang Sang patted his little palm and sat up straight, then looked at Ning Que's face and said very seriously: "But that day, I must have gone to cheer for you young master, just by the way, take a look at him." ”

"That's pretty much it, good. ”

Ning Que smiled and rubbed her head, then walked towards the back house with his hands behind his back, thinking that it seemed that whether it was for his life or for the dream of the little maid, he had to climb to the second floor.

Another year of spring came, the catkins were floating all over the sky, floating over the wells of Fangshi, floating through the quiet noble houses in the southern city, drifting over the lively Suzaku Street, floating over the high vermilion palace walls, picking mischievously at the tip of the nose of the eaves beast, and then gently falling to the ground, gluing the wet ground of the laundry bureau into a thin felt.

"It's wrong, it's really wrong, if you ask last year, if you can be a little bit bolder, you should come down directly, and you won't be like now, looking at a treasure mountain, but you don't dare to reach out and touch it.

The rich Hebei Provincial accent echoed in the catkins of Manyou, and the slightly chubby Xu Chongshan, the deputy commander of the Tang Dynasty, stood under the side hall railing, with his hands in his sleeves, looking at the ministers who came out of the imperial study with joy and pride, looking at the facsimiles of their hands as if they were treasure sticks, and the disdain and contempt in his eyes gradually turned into a sour regret like nostalgia for his hometown first love. ”

You said that you are a big old man, why do you have to learn what those ministers are playing? This is good, isn't it smashed? It hurts to smash your own instep, and now the more Your Majesty likes it, the bigger the turmoil caused by this matter, the more you dare not admit that I deceived Your Majesty at that time, this is really a mistake, and it looks wrong. ”

The little eunuch Lu Ji raised his head and glanced at the face of the commander, and said in a low voice: "My lord, we have watched it for many months, even if Ning Que hides deeply, one day it will be dug up by the imperial court, and when the time comes, not only will our crime of bullying the king be implemented, but also our guard department will not be beneficial at all, otherwise we will ...... Why don't you take a gamble?"

How to bet?" Xu Chongshan glanced at a cold snort through his nose and said: "Your Majesty likes it, the queen likes it, and those ministers don't know whether they really like it or fake it, but in short, Your Majesty has been disappointed for so long, and finally found out that we have been hiding it from him for so long, and all the disappointment and liking will turn into anger against you and me, and then Ning Que will not have any trouble, but you or I will bear the responsibility?"

Speaking of Yan sù serious matter, the Hebei Provincial accent of the deputy commander has faded a lot, and he calls me without saying anything, where does Lu Ji dare to answer, his eyes rolled, and he thought that if there was really a day, it must be me, the little eunuch, who was carrying the black pot and hitting the board, this matter...... You have to find a way out of the game.

"Luji...... You said that apart from the queen mother, who does His Majesty trust the most in the palace?" Xu Chongshan suddenly spoke.

Lu Ji was taken aback, and understood that the deputy commander had seen through his thoughts, and bowed down with a sad face, and after thinking for a long time, he said tentatively: "Master National Teacher?"

"I don't care what you do with this matter, but in short, you have to do it properly, and Master Tong Guò Guoshi let His Majesty know who the person who wrote the picture is, but I still have to take the guard office out of this matter. ”

Xu Chongshan explained lightly, and then walked towards the palace gate.

Lu Ji took such a hot potato, where was he willing to just watch the adult stay out of the matter, followed with an anxious face, and said in a low voice and hurriedly: "Lord Commander, it's easy to say, how to pick this pick?"

I'm going to pick it, and I'll let you think about something!" Xu Chongshan glared at him headed, and said angrily: "Lord Ben is busy with official business every day, how can he have time to do these small things. ””

It's not a miracle talisman, it's just a broken book, how can there be such a big commotion? That prince of Longqing is also a trouble, and he actually has to work to lead the lord to go to Peach Blossom Lane to send troops to suppress it, but he is just a broken and beautiful young man, why is the big girl and little daughter-in-law in Chang'an City crazy?"

The commander walked away, faintly listening to his complaining and nagging voice from among the catkins: "The world is really chaotic!"

The peach blossoms in the peach blossom lane of Chang'an City have not yet bloomed, and the peach blossoms outside the Jingyuan cemetery on the outskirts of the city have just produced countless pink buds. The Jingyuan cemetery is between the Qinglin and the mountains, and the people who are eligible to be buried here are basically Tang officials or wealthy businessmen and celebrities. Now that it is the season to sweep the graves, the wind-blown cigarettes are hanging on the cemetery, and the ashes of paper money are piled up in front of the fire nets at the edge of the woodland.

A thin middle-aged man in a gray robe stood on the top of the cemetery, quietly watching the movement below, waiting for the people in front of the stone tomb to leave, and then walked slowly.

Looking at the glorious resume of the birth and death year of Zhang Yiyi, the imperial history of the Tang Dynasty on the tombstone, the gray-robed middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and then walked forward to the tomb, and his right hand slowly stroked the freshly pulled grass palm surface and the fresh grass root stubble surface was very close, but it was not completely touched.

Gray-robed thin middle-aged man surnamed Lin Mingling, a master of the northeast border army of the Tang Dynasty, a great master of the Dongxuan realm, on the order of Xiahou, the general of the Zhenjun Army, arrived in the capital Chang'an at the beginning of last winter, and began to secretly investigate the death of Zhang Yiyi and others.

The last two Chun ordered the Qin file, not without suspicion, and never caught the real murderer's file, which is the biggest suspicion in itself, but this border army master did not find a place that could be connected between these two files, and he was secretly investigated on the order of General Xiahou, and before finding conclusive evidence, it was inconvenient to communicate with the relevant ministries of the imperial court, and naturally he did not get the help of those ministries such as Chang'an Mansion.

As for the file of Yushi Zhang Yiyi's death, he has also read it many times, and he didn't see any problems at all, no matter how he looks at it, it looks like an old Yushi who is afraid of his wife and a tiger rushed out of the Qinglou in a panic and had a traffic accident. He didn't know, because Madame Yushi was initially unrelenting about the red sleeves, and the Chang'an Mansion did an extremely solid job with this dossier, not to mention that even if he was a professional sent by the imperial court, it was impossible to find any problems in the dossier. If it were an ordinary person, and he didn't find anything strange for a few months, he might have left Chang'an directly and returned to the northeast military camp to present his judgment, but Lin Ling was not only a master of the Cave Mystery Realm, but also a Tang Dynasty soldier, before he was completely sure, he had enough perseverance and patience to persevere, not to mention that he knew better than anyone that General Xiahou and the military advisor Gu Xi would definitely not accept any vague conclusions.

Before leaving, the military advisor Gu Xi had told him that the most important thing for these three Chun Lives in Chang'an City was the death of Yushi Zhang Yiyi, and the general didn't need him to find out if there was a connection between these fateful Qin, he only needed to determine whether Yushi Zhang Yiyi was really a traffic accident death, and there was no other doubt. ”

On the outskirts of Chang'an, the tombs of the powerful ...... Lin Ling quietly looked at the tomb pile in front of him, his brows slowly frowned, and his voice was so light that he sighed: "You can't ask Chang'an Mansion to open the coffin for an autopsy, and you can't open this tomb by yourself at the risk of the imperial court's investigation, so how can you find out if there is a problem with the death of the imperial historian in the coffin?"

Although he had never found anything, although he seemed to be in a predicament, he still did not choose to leave, but gradually showed a resolute look on his face, took a few steps back, lifted the front of his green robe and sat on the ground.

What he did next would be extremely damaging to his cultivation, and it was similar to looking for a small stone in the grass, and what was even more troublesome was that he didn't know if there was a small stone in the grass, but he still decided to do it, because only by doing so could he convince himself to leave Chang'an.

In this way, this Dongxuan Realm powerhouse of the northeastern border army of the Tang Dynasty sat down between the tombs. Let the catkins gently fall on the placket of his clothes, let the newborn green peach buds taunt and look at him tauntingly, from morning to afternoon, the shadow shrank from oblique, and his face became more and more pale.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Ling slowly opened his eyes and looked at the tomb of the imperial history not far in front of him, his face showed an extremely shocked look, but there was a slight sense of relief in his eyes, as if he felt relieved because he had determined something and determined some kind of speculation.

Raising his sleeves and gently wiping away the beads of sweat that were about to drip from his eyebrows, he stood up with difficulty, held his tired waist and took a deep breath of the smoke-smelling air above the tombs, and slowly walked in the direction of Chang'an City.

On the second day, the tranquility of the tomb of Zhang Yiyi was disturbed again, and the people who came were not the wives of the people who cried yesterday, nor the concubines who were plump and dry without tears, but Lin Ling and the officials of the Chang'an Mansion.

Today, Lin Ling did not wear the cyan civilian clothes, but wore a Tang Army uniform, which looked particularly neat and strong, I saw him look back and bow to the several officials of the Chang'an Mansion, and said softly: "My lord, since the humble position is willing to use the head of the person on the Xiang as a guarantee, then dare to ask when we will open the coffin?"

The officials separated, and Yin Shangguan of Chang'an Mansion walked out with a frown.