The morning sun spreads gold in the streets and alleys of the city, and the merchants who walk the streets and alleys jump their burdens and shout loudly, the window lattices stained with spring dew are pushed open, and the women on the second floor take out the bedding they washed last night and hang it outside.

On the street below, the steamer was uncovered, and the heat rose to reveal the stacked sweet white flour steamed cakes, and in the shouting of the vendors, Lu Liangsheng bought three, and casually asked where the government was.

"From here, turn left on another street to arrive, this son, I think you should take a detour, go straight through this street, and then turn left, there are many people in the city, the atmosphere is strange and scary. ”

Brother Xie reminded. ”

After paying six texts, Lu Liangsheng handed it to the big apprentice who was listening to the voices of the people around him, walked to the bookshelf and opened the small door, the toad Taoist covered the futon and took a nap, rubbed the exposed flippers, yawned, sat up wrapped in the quilt and saw the cake put in, stunned for a moment.

"It's dinner time again?"

Immediately, he waved his frog flippers: "Hurry up and be busy with your business, when you are done, you will go to Qingcheng Mountain, and you have to rush back to Lujia Village!"

"Hmm. ”

Closing the small door for the master, Lu Liangsheng took a bite of the cake, led the old donkey and turned left along the long street pointed by the vendor, it was still prosperous, the houses on both sides were high and low, the flags of the wine shop and the tea shop were fluttering, and the people inside were noisy, and from time to time people scolded each other, as if there was a dispute and a fight, someone threw it outside, rolled a few times and picked up the weapon left on the ground, wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and roared fiercely at the pedestrians who looked around, and saw the errand patrol with the knife coming, and spit at the wine shop and left.

The scholar who led the old donkey walked through this noisy and noisy long street, looked around, did not see Zuo Zhengyang's figure, probably drank a bar somewhere in the city, the hustle and bustle gradually fell behind, according to the guidance of the previous hawker, he had seen the white wall and black tile courtyard wall, a few camphor trees stretched out of the branches and hung down to the street, under the green shade, there were two lanterns hanging in the vermilion of the house gate, and two stone carved lions crouched on both sides of the stone steps, carrying official documents or the official servants in and out of the office.

"Chengen, you will lead the old donkey over later. Lu Liangsheng whispered, handed the reins to the old man behind him, and his figure disappeared into the skylight.

.......

There is a plaque hanging below the door plaque of 'Yancheng Mansion Ya'.

The two errand officers who stood with knives and sticks heard a copper bell coming, their eyes were slightly slanted, and they saw an old man holding an old donkey with a gray flutter, and a flag in his hand, a pair of pale eyes raised slightly, looking at the sky and walking slowly and leisurely here, thinking that it was just an old man who told fortunes, the two talked for a while, and then looked, not far from the street, there was a fortune-telling stall.

"This old man, where did you get the booth chairs?"

"Go over and take a look?" "Well, drive away, how can you set up a stall here, and when the mansion comes back, isn't it to blame?"

"I think it's better to forget it, ordinary people know that you can't set up stalls here, this old man looks a little weird, let's wait for Fuzun to come back. ”

“..... In this way, this old man seems to be a little eccentric, so he still has to wait for Fuzun to come back and then make a decision. ”

When the messenger spoke, the sound of horses' hooves and chariots came over, and the two messengers made a look at each other, and hurriedly straightened their waists and stood up, and after a while, a carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the house, the curtain was opened, and the figure in a green official uniform, stepping on the black soap and cocking his head, wearing an official hat and getting down to the car, his face was broad, his round chin was a handful of beard, kind and majestic.

"Fuzun!"

At the door, a servant opened his mouth to the prefect who stepped into the door of the mansion with his feet raised, waited for the other party to turn his face sideways, and asked, "What's the matter?"

The messenger hurriedly pointed to the side of the street not far outside, and replied: "A strange old man came just now, setting up a stall over there to tell fortunes, and I waited until I saw that he was old and not easy to move, so I ......"

Following the direction pointed by the officer, there was a flag standing there, the prefect frowned, the government was heavy, and no one would set up stalls around, why did anyone knowingly commit a crime?

And there was something pressing on his heart, quite suspicious, so he summoned two henchmen and a staff member to walk over, looking at the fluttering flag, which read 'Humanity is the most public, numerology is blessed', and for some reason his eyelids jumped.

Behind the stall, a dusty old man, with gray hair and eyes that should be blind, raised his face slightly with a smile as if he heard someone coming.

"The official spirit is on the surface, and it should be in front of the prefect. ”

Obviously, he couldn't see it with his eyes, but he revealed the identity of the person who came with one word, and the two henchmen who followed the prefect couldn't help but speak.

"This old man still has a little god, can he see this?"

"I think I heard the two brothers shouting at the door just now. ”

The prefect in front of the stall looked at the old man carefully, raised his hand to make the two behind him quiet, pursed his lips and looked at it for a moment, and slowly spoke.

"Since Mr. God calculates, then what is this mansion doing standing here today?"

"Huh. ”

Wang Banblind just chuckled, he learned the art of observing qi taught by his master, especially in the observation of people, which can be described as profound, he can't see with his eyes, but he can feel the ominous aura entanglement on the other party's body.

However, he still picked up the other party's words and replied: "For the sake of the old decay, the government has set up a stall to tell the hexagram privately. ”

"Hmph, if you know, why do you knowingly. ”

It's coming, it's coming, I'm waiting for your words.

Wang Banblind is the best at leading people into the routine of asking for hexagrams, and when he heard the other party ask this, he raised his face with a smile on his face, and his hand gently stroked the long white beard under his chin.

"Knowingly, it was just to save the prefect's life. ”

This made the two officers behind him grab the handle of the knife and shout, and even the staff members who didn't talk much on the side frowned.

"What do you old man say?!" "My prefect loves the people like a son, and he went to the countryside early this morning to observe the people's feelings!"

"Say it again, believe it or not, I'll lock you up as an elder!"

The king didn't argue with them, just laughed, and waited until the three of them had spoken less, and their half-closed eyes turned in the direction of the prefect.

"It is because the government respects and loves the people like sons that the old man does not want to see a good official die. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the prefect's wrist, and leaned forward to get closer: "Fuzun has been stained with blood recently. ”

As soon as these words came out, I obviously felt that my pinched wrist trembled slightly.

Over there, the prefect squinted his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him for a while, the corner of his forehead was obviously bulging, and he broke free from the old man's hand, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and waved at the two messengers behind him.

"This old man occupies the streets of the government and makes a lot of nonsense, you take him back to the mansion, and the mansion will interrogate him personally!"

"Yes!"

The two servants glanced at each other, and comprehended the old man behind the hexagram stall, followed the mansion all the way into the mansion, and even the old donkey outside was led in.

The shade outside the courtyard wall is dappled with the sun swaying on the ground, and along the white courtyard wall past behind the palace is the prison, a gloomy cell with dim butter lamps, and from time to time screams are heard in the darkness in the distance.

At this time, more than a dozen jailers in the prison leaned against the wooden pillars of the prison or lay on the table and fell asleep, and in the dimness, an oil lamp hanging on the wall suddenly swayed, and someone stuck to the wall, looking at the range of the lamp, the scholar in a white moire robe, with a scarf on his head, looking at a prison fence with a handsome face.

"Li Yishu's soul can go home, is it the blood escape method you passed on?"

"Yes..... I saw that he was an upright person and cared about the sick, and begged me for several days in prison to take the prescription to Wanhe County, so I told him the method of blood escape. ”

"And you're learning again?"

"I used to cut down a demon who knew some small ways, and he passed it on to me before he died. ”

Lu Liangsheng slowed down his tone, let go of the mana, and let the cell head fall to the ground, in fact, he was worried that there would be another reversal in Li Yishu's matter, so he asked Wang Banblind to test the prefect, and he came to the prison to ask about the origin of the secret method.

After that, he asked Li Yishu why he was convicted, and the cell boss answered truthfully, after all, he was just a prison leader, not even an official, and he didn't dare to lie in front of this scholar who knew magic.

This original committee, and Li Yishu said that day has no source, the prefect has not yet been an official, already has a wife, the official fortune is prosperous all the way to the prefect, but thirty two, the ability to govern the local is also there, quite appreciated by the history of the assassin, learned that there is a daughter in the history of the assassin is not married, so he has a thought, but the divorce of the wife is detrimental to the reputation, one day saw the old wife in the past years to operate the old disease, came up with a plan, recruited Lang Zhong from a distant county, pretended to kill his wife under the pretense of the other party, and under the anger of the crown, Lang Zhong was put in prison and beheaded the vegetable market.

It was reasonable, so that the people in the city who didn't know the truth applauded, and for a while, the entire Yancheng was aggrieved by the middle-aged prefect who lost his wife, and his fame naturally soared, and soon it was passed into the ears of the assassins......

"What a plan. ”

Lu Liangsheng walked out of the prison and stood on the street with his hands in his hands, the dirt under the tree on the opposite side of the street was broken, the cicadas slowly climbed up the tree, bathed in the sun, and the birds crossed the eaves, fell down and took it away, and flew away to the blue sky and white clouds.

Two lives, gone.