Luo nine needles

Chapter 46

The hustle and bustle of the capital late at night was no less than during the day.

After the new emperor ascended the throne, the country was stable, and the aftermath of the King Jin's chaos gradually subsided. The curfew was lifted three years ago, and the capital returned to the city that never sleeps.

The restaurants and teahouses are brightly lit, the brothels and art workshops are full of flowers and willows, there are night cruise ships on the river passing through the city, and there are small vendors with wind lanterns on the street.

Even people standing in front of wonton pickers on the street can show a smile after taking a sip of wonton soup.

Picking is simple, with a fire on one side and stuffed dough on the other, the old man who sells wontons wraps wontons with one hand, throws them into a small pot on the fire with the other hand, rolls them a few times, scoops them out, and then hangs them in front of him. Grab a handful of powdered seasoning from the small jar.

There were no tables and chairs, so the guests took the bowl and ate it standing up. After a few mouthfuls of hula la, the mouth was full of salty fragrance, dispelling the chill of late autumn, and continued on their way.

"Is the old man Qiu still walking Santiaojie tonight?" asked the guest with the bowl, obviously a regular customer.

The old man Qiu, the stall owner, laughed: "It's cold, but the business is good, and the two streets are almost sold."

The guests laughed: "Get rich, get rich, get rich."

There were noisy footsteps on the street in the dark night, and a group of guards came quickly amidst the flickering lights.

"Maybe these servants are also here to eat wontons." The guest said with a smile, "You will be sold out just one street away."

The servants are on official business, and it is impossible for them to eat and drink in restaurants and tea shops when they are hungry or thirsty, so they prefer to stand on the side of the road and take a bite before leaving.

The old man Qiu has also done their business, and he is going to greet them. Counting the number of people, this group of people can finish the wontons, and he can close the stall early tonight.

Before he opened his mouth to say hello, he saw the group of guards hula-la surrounding him.

Zhang Yuan looked at the old man.

"Qiu Laosi." He said.

The old man Qiu nodded hurriedly: "Yes, old man yes, poor master—"

Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on his feet: "Why are you wearing straw sandals?"

The old man Qiu was taken aback, and looked down at his feet, where he was stepping on a pair of straw sandals, why?
This is a really strange question.

"This, this old man has been wearing it since he was a child, and it is very convenient for walking around the streets." He said, "The most important thing is that it is cheap—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuan waved his hand: "Take it away."

The guards rushed forward, and the two held down the old man Qiu.

"Master, Lord, what's the matter?" the old man Qiu shouted in panic, "I've been selling wontons in a safe manner, and the materials are responsible—"

Zhang Yuan ignored him with a sullen face, waved his hands, and the guards escorted the old man Qiu away.

"Take this away too." Zhang Yuan pointed at the wonton picker.

Then a servant stepped forward to pick up the burden.

Zhang Yuan looked aside, and the guests on the side were already stunned. Seeing Zhang Yuan looking over, he took a step back subconsciously.

"What shoes are you wearing?" Zhang Yuan asked.

The guest said blankly, "Cloth, cloth shoes."

Zhang Yuan took a look at him, and made sure that the shoes on his feet were common cloth shoes. He reached out and snatched the empty bowl from the guest's hand, carefully looked it up and down, then threw it into the bucket on the burden, and walked forward go.

The guards cheered and followed, mixed with the old man Qiu's cry of grievances, which added a bit of weirdness to the night.

"What, what's the matter?" the guest stammered, looking down at his feet, "is it a crime to wear straw sandals?"

"Zhang Yuan! What are you crazy about!"

In Jingzhao Mansion, the governor stood in the lobby and lost his temper.

At the foot of the emperor of Jingzhao Mansion, it is already difficult to be a governor. In addition, the new emperor is diligent in administration and uses cruel officials to spy on him. All the officials in the court are cautious and cautious.

Fu Yin has been in office for three years, and he managed to straighten out his relationship with great difficulty. He has a wide range of contacts and is exquisite in all directions. He just lived a more comfortable life, but first the death of a scholar caused trouble, and then the reckless subordinates caused trouble.

"I had expected the case of the scholar. Students from all over the country went to Beijing to take the exam. There were many people and things, and they traveled long distances. They were not acclimatized to the environment. In addition, the scholars were also aggressive and aggressive. There must be an accident. If there is an accident, just let it go. .”

"It's so easy, but why are you crazy, Zhang Yuan?"

Fu Yin pointed to the straw sandals lying on the ground.

"What are you trying to do by catching people wearing straw sandals and making the capital panic?!"

Zhang Yuan said in a muffled voice, "My lord, first of all the matter of the scholar case is over, so I'm trying to catch the murderer."

Fu Yin was annoyed: "Why is it gone? The case is clear, everyone in the Liu family has left, and the official has sealed it. Why is it gone?"

"Murderer, that Mo Tu murderer hasn't been caught yet." Zhang Yuan said in a deep voice.

Fu Yin immediately yelled at him: "What Motu, don't talk nonsense, there is no evidence."

"So I'll look for more evidence, and, I'm not arresting my lord, I'm just asking them to ask about the situation—" Zhang Yuan said.

Before he finished speaking, a small official rushed in from outside the door.

"My lord—the people from Duchasi brought the prisoner over and said that it was placed in our cell as agreed."

Fu Yin was stunned for a moment, and said ah: "Well, what's the matter, isn't the cell in Dali Temple not enough for them?"

Huo Lian came to occupy the prison cell of Dali Temple and spread the word at that time, the governor was still laughing behind his back, that Liu Yan looked superior, and he was obedient when he saw Huo Lian.

Why is the cell in Jingzhao Mansion also used now?
Also, what is a good deal?
"My lord." Zhang Yuan said in a muffled voice beside him, "I promised to Governor Huo."

After hearing Zhang Yuan's narration, Fu Yin was so angry that he almost fainted.

"Are you crazy?" He pointed to Zhang Yuan and asked, "Huo Lian said that Mo Tu wears straw sandals, so you go and catch those who wear straw sandals? There are so many people who wear straw sandals in the world, are you going to catch them all?"

The chief secretary next to him shook his head and said: "Zhang Canjun, Huo Lian acted recklessly without rules and rules, and can arrest everyone as a suspect, but our Jingzhao Mansion can't, you are trying to cause civil disorder."

Zhang Yuan hurriedly explained: "I didn't arrest people randomly. They are all suspected of committing crimes. For example, the wonton seller has been in the capital for more than ten years. He is very familiar with the streets and alleys, and he can make many people by selling wontons. Those craftsmen in the city specialize in building ladders. They can connect several seemingly short ladders, and they can go up to three floors directly. They can also be assembled and disassembled. Isn’t this flying over the walls silently, and—— "

Fu Yin grabbed the document on the table and threw it at Zhang Yuan, cursing: "And your head."

Zhang Yuan let the document hit him.

"I don't care how loud you say it." Fu Yin shouted, "but you have to understand one thing, I have never had it in my dynasty, and I have never had it since ancient times, because wearing straw sandals is a crime!"

Zhang Yuan stopped talking, he also knew that it was absurd to arrest people with straw sandals alone.

"Also, if it's really Motu, Motu is the remnant of the King of Jin, and it's the responsibility of the Duchasi. It has nothing to do with us. When they are caught and interrogated, it is related to this case, and they will hand it over to us." Fu Yin Heartbroken, "You have always done things calmly, why did you suddenly become confused!"

"Because I can't just watch the murderer get away with it. The remnants of the King of Jin are under the supervision of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and those who sneak into the capital to kill people are under the jurisdiction of our Jingzhao Mansion." Zhang Yuan said in a muffled voice, "We can't just because the Metropolitan Procuratorate should be in charge." It doesn't matter, the inspector doesn't care, shall we just wait? Wait for that Mo disciple to commit another murder?"

Before Fu Yin could speak, there was clapping and clapping from outside.

The chief secretary of the governor's office and Zhang Yuan both turned their heads to look, and saw a man in the black clothes of Duchasi walking over, it was Zhu Chuan.

"Zhang Canjun said it well." He said, "The governor has always said that the yamen in the capital are lazy and slippery in doing things, and only rely on others. Unexpectedly, Jingzhao Mansion is not ordinary. This is a good official and a good yamen in my Zhou Dynasty. .”

The face of the governor of the prefect is not very good, and it is not very good to be scolded by the Duchasi, and it is even more strange to be praised by the Duchasi.

And everyone doesn't believe it, this is really a compliment.

Zhang Yuan's expression was not very good either, he said dully: "Don't dare to do it, just do your duty, I hope Governor Huo will not forget his duty."

Zhu Chuan smiled: "Of course, we are ordered to serve the country and solve problems for everyone. Therefore, after learning about Zhang Canjun, you sent people to Jiaozhou to find clues, and the governor also asked Jiaozhou to assist. The portrait of the person whose wife has had contact with the most suspect."

He took the scroll from his sleeve.

A portrait of the suspect!
Zhang Yuan was surprised, he didn't care about Fu Yin's face, he took a step forward and took it.

(End of this chapter)