Xu Qi'an, who got up early, just came to the back hall, and heard Xu Lingyin's noisy voice.

On her smooth and tender little face, there was a red and bright pimple, and it hurt when she pressed it.

The aunt lied to her that it was a worm on her face, and the worm was eating her flesh, and she would be disfigured tomorrow and would not be able to marry in the future.

Xu Lingyin doesn't care if she can get married, but she has always felt that she is a cute child, and she will be as beautiful as her mother and sister in the future, and she will become an excellent troublemaker.

Hearing her mother say this, she was sad and wanted to cry.

Therefore, the aunt is also a bad person, even her own young daughter is deceived, and she is still proud, laughing on the side.

"Big brother..."Xu Lingyin shook her little buttocks, ran to the eldest brother, braked suddenly, turned her face sideways, pointed her cheeks with short fingers, and pouted: "I'm going to be disfigured." ”

"You're not disfigured," Xu Qi'an touched her brain: "You are bubbling with beauty." ”

"What is the bubbling of beauty?"

"It's that she will definitely be prettier than your mother and sister in the future. ”

Xu Lingyin believed it, was very happy, and ate three bowls of porridge for breakfast.

.....

When they arrived at the Yamen of the watchman, Xu Qi'an, Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who were in charge of the daily patrol, walked around the street together.

"You're a good knife. Song Tingfeng noticed that Xu Qi'an's saber hanging on his back waist had changed.

Xu Qi'an pressed the knife with one hand, picked it with his thumb, let the black gold knife come out of the sheath for three inches, and quickly returned it to the sheath, smiling proudly:

"Si Tian sent it. ”

He didn't say that it was sent by the prison, and no one believed it, and if he did, if it was spread out, it would attract the attention of pretenders.

"Magic weapon?" Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao's eyes lit up.

Xu Qi'an shook his head, it is not a magic weapon, there is no inscription formation, the only characteristic is hardness.

This is very consistent with Xu Qi'an.

The streets of the inner city are wide and extend in all directions, Xu Qi'an bought a lot of snacks and distributed them to two colleagues, walking while eating.

The day patrol has the benefits of the day patrol, in addition to the watchman, there are also the sword guards who patrol the city, and the fast capture of the government office.

This makes the work pressure of the watchman weakened a lot, and he can have time to fish, and when he is tired, he can go into the teahouse to drink tea and listen to books, and he can also listen to music.

As he walked, Xu Qi'an stepped on a hard bump under his feet, he looked ahead, barely paused, and bent down to pick it up.

The movements were too natural and smooth, and his expressions were too calm, so that Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao thought that he was just doing mediocre actions such as "touching the trouser tube" and "slapping the boots".

I didn't notice that this new colleague had just seen three coins of silver.

Xu Qi'an pinched the silver and proposed, "How about listening to the music?"

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao hesitated: "Okay." ”

The three of them entered the fence and came to the private room on the second floor, where the table was placed by the railing, and the guests could drink tea and drink while overlooking the program on the stage in the lobby.

A miscellaneous play is going on on the stage.

"The day after tomorrow is the day when Your Majesty worships your ancestors, you should have had a few experiences. Xu Qi'an opened the topic and asked the two colleagues for experience by the way.

"We just need to guard the edge of Sambo, and the ancestor worship ceremony is held in Sambo, you know this. Song Tingfeng chewed peanuts and took a sip of wine.

Xu Qi'an nodded, Sangbo is a small lake outside the imperial city, and it happens to be among the guards of the five guards in the capital.

The task of the watchman is very simple, that is, to maintain order and protect the safety of the royal family.

The sacrificial process is in charge of Taichang Temple and the Ministry of Rites, and the patrols on the periphery include the Imperial Sword Guard, Jin Wuwei and other imperial city forbidden troops.

After watching a miscellaneous drama, Song Tingfeng was bored, called the old bustard, and a group of girls dressed up came in.

Standing in a row with a smile and a smile, he winked at the three distinguished guests.

The uniforms of the three of Xu Qi'an are still very bluffing.

Xu Qi'an didn't plan to touch a woman because the vault had been stolen by floating incense yesterday, and martial artists who practiced qi realm did not need to abstinence, but they should also be temperate and not indulgent.

"Later, when you run errands, you can try to get the girl to call you Daddy. Xu Qi'an said in a low voice.

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao stared at him in disbelief, as if to say: Are you a beast?

After picking two women with good faces, the two did not leave the private room, but entered the back room, a place like Gooling, of course, they would not listen to music purely, most of the time, they completed the transmission of life while listening to music.

Therefore, it is common for private rooms to have their own rooms.

The old bustard and the girl who were not selected retreated, and Xu Qi'an listened to the small and fragmented voices in his ears while watching the new show.

After a while, Song Tingfeng whispered: "Call Dad." ”

Hearing this, Xu Qi'an smiled with relief, he knew that he had opened the door to a new world for his colleagues.

There is no voice on the other side, Guangxiao is really a down-to-earth person who works hard....

....

Near noon, the three of them left Goolan because of a stomach full of pastries, tea, snacks and wine, so they simply stopped eating lunch.

"I had a lot of fun today. Song Tingfeng squinted, satisfied.

"What is this, next time I'll teach you to play Russian turntable. Xu Qi'an pouted.

"Russian turntable?" Song Tingfeng looked unfamiliar, but it didn't hinder his interest: "Is it fun?"

"I haven't tried it either. Xu Qi'an shrugged. After all, only rich people can afford to play this game.

Song Tingfeng had an expression of "you are teasing me": "Then what are you talking to me?" ”

Xu Qi'an said helplessly: "Because I haven't learned to manage my time well." ”

While walking and chatting, I suddenly saw a team of government officials in public uniforms in front of me hurrying over.

The leader is a woman, tall, with beautiful facial features, and thicker eyebrows than ordinary women, heroic.

Lu Qing saw the three of them at a glance, after all, the messenger's clothes were handsome and eye-catching, and immediately reined in the horse's reins, and in the long neighing of the horse's front hooves, his voice was clear: "Xu Gongzi, meet again.... The two of them came unharmed. ”

Call him Xu Gongzi, to us are "two", co-author me and Guangxiao are just two little horns without names.... Song Tingfeng smiled on his face, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he greeted:

"I haven't seen him for many days, and Lu Zhutou is becoming more and more heroic. ”

Lu Qing pursed his lips and smiled, then remembered the matter, and said straight to the point: "There was a murder case on Sanshui Street, and it is also within the scope of your inspection, since you have encountered it, let's go together." ”

There are homicides.... Song Tingfeng's face was solemn: "Okay, Lu Zhutou will go first, and we will follow." ”

....

Xu Qi'an and his colleagues rushed to Sanshui Street and saw a horse tied to the side of the road at the gate of a house.

Entering the gate, passing through the courtyard, I saw several government officials asking questions, and the ladies in the family had red circles under their eyes and were crying.

Lu Qing was in the house, not in the courtyard.

Xu Qi'an looked at the good-looking hostess and said, "The deceased is your husband?"

The hostess saw the dress of the watchman, nodded meekly, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

Xu Qi'an glanced at her delicate and bulging figure, and said in a deep voice, "Call your son out." ”

The mistress did not understand the idea of the gong, so she sent the servant, and after a few minutes the servant came out with a child of about ten years old.

"Anything else?" asked Xu Qi'an.

“.... There is only one son. "The hostess took the child in her arms.

Xu Qi'an nodded reassuringly, walked past the crowd, and entered the room with two colleagues.

This was a study, and the deceased was lying on the bookcase, the dried blood clotted, covering half of the tabletop, and bleeding profusely.

Just by looking at it, Xu Qi'an estimated that the other party's throat was cut.

Lu Qing took two fast hands from the government to inspect the corners, doors and windows and beams of the study.

Xu Qi'an asked, "Did you find anything?"

Lu Qing shook his head: "Everything is intact, there are no traces of being prying, there are no footprints on the windows, and there are no on the beams." ”

Xu Qi'an said: "Acquaintances did it." ”

Draw conclusions so quickly?

Knowing that Xu Qi'an was a master, everyone did not refute, looked at him, and waited for an explanation.

"The doors and windows are intact, and there are no footprints on the beams, which basically excludes breaking into the study and committing murder. Xu Qi'an walked around the deceased:

"The deceased sat upright, and from the point of view of the table, it was a moment of death, without a struggle. This shows that the deceased and the murderer knew each other, not only did they know each other, but they were also people who made him very fearful or afraid. ”

"Why do you say this?" Lu Qing humbly asked for advice.

"The deceased should not be a scholar. Xu Qi'an asked.

Lu Qing didn't understand what he meant by asking, and replied, "Jin Wuwei is a small flag officer." ”

Xu Qi'an nodded: "Normal people, sitting in the study at home should be relaxed and comfortable." It shouldn't be such a upright, meticulous sitting posture. Unless the person he faces has to be treated respectfully.

"In addition, the cause of death at first glance seems to be a throat cut, but I guess the real cause of death is here..."Xu Qi'an grabbed the deceased's hair and raised his miserable white face.

The people in the house saw that the deceased had a shallow depression in his forehead.