I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 276 Huo Yu's Evidence Will Be Handed Over to the Emperor (4k)

When Li Zhang took office and served as the newspaper office order, in the wine shop named "Xianheng" in the north city of Chang'an, two old men were fidgeting in front of a messenger box. They were illiterate, so naturally they didn't know What is the word on that seal?

But they remembered that they had promised an envoy named Wang Xian that they would do something for him.

Like the wine shops in other places in Chang'an City, Xianheng Wine Shop not only sells wine, but also sells food such as bean rice and mutton.

The layout of Xianheng Restaurant is also a little different from other restaurants.

On the street is a large curved-foot-shaped cabinet. Inside the cabinet is a pan of hot water on the stove, which can warm wine at any time.

No matter if it is a peddler in short clothes, or a messenger or a government official in robes, if they want to buy wine, they have to line up outside the big counter and wait obediently.

Traffickers and pawns don't have much money, and with the money they save in a few days, they can only buy a small bowl of Xuanjiu, which they often drink while standing on the table.

As for the envoys in robes, you can spend tens of dollars more to buy some boiled bamboo shoots with salt, or fennel beans to make drinks. If you add a hundred dollars, you can even buy a plate of meat dishes—— It's just stewed pig intestines or pig's head meat.

This kind of food was definitely not appreciated by the dignitaries in Chang'an City, but since it was rumored that the menu was handed down by the cooker in the palace, and it was even the favorite of the county magistrate, it has become a favorite of the county magistrate. fashion.

So much so that in the past few months, the meat on the meat shops in the northern city of Chang'an City has become cheaper, but these lowly meats are much more expensive.

Because there are many people coming and going in the Xianheng wine shop, and many things can be heard here, so besides the wine shop, it is also a place for Dai Zong's Changyi orphans to inquire about news.

Pedestrians ordered Dai Zong to come and visit every three days, and chat with Guan Er and Zhang San, who are in charge of the restaurant, to see if there are any anecdotes worth paying attention to.

That's right, Guan Er and Zhang San were originally painters in Changyi Kingdom. When they were working in Changyi Palace, they drank wine with Changyi King.

A few months ago, these two people dragged their families and followed Dai Zong all the way to Chang'an, where they went to the King of Changyi who rewarded them with wine—that is, the current emperor.

After working for a few days in the lacquerware workshop under Kaogong's jurisdiction, the two were named to take charge of the restaurant.

They also ran a small lacquerware workshop before, they were considered businessmen, and they usually like to drink, and they are also old, so they agreed without saying a word.

What's more, this is the emperor's oral order, and it is a matter of honor to agree to it.

After more than a month of operation, Xianheng Wine Shop is on the right track. Not only is it easy to live, but it can also drink alcohol, which is naturally enjoyable.

On weekdays, there is an envoy named Wang Xian who often comes to drink in the Sizhong, because they have similar temperaments, and they are both wine lovers, so they don't underestimate the two elder brothers. Once they come and go, the three become drinking friends.

Regardless of whether there is wine or not, Wang Shijun will often bring one or two meat dishes to the restaurant to "make a tie".

Guan Er and Zhang San didn't know what kind of official Wang Shijun was, and the other party rarely mentioned which government office he worked for on weekdays.

The three people with very different identities just drank and scolded the unsatisfactory sons in the family, and then complained about the eccentric clumsy.

About ten days ago, Wang Shijun came to the restaurant for the last time. On that day, he gave a messenger box covered with ink pad to the old brothers and asked them to keep it for him.

"Brothers, this thing is an important thing for my foolish brother. It is not suitable for me to keep it on my body. I hope to keep it for me for a while. If I don't come to drink for ten days in a row, and I don't come to get this thing back, then I beg the two brothers. Help me deliver this to the magistrate."

This is what Wang Xian left behind.

Unexpectedly, Huo Shan struck too quickly, and Wang Xian had no chance to show his backhand to save his life - too fast and neat, sometimes it is not necessarily a good thing.

Maybe, when Wang Xian handed over the matter to Guan Er and Zhang San, he didn't realize that he was entrusting the funeral.

At that time, the three of them were drinking heavily, Guan Er and Zhang San didn't think much about it, and immediately patted their chests and agreed.

Taking advantage of his drinking, Guan Er kept talking about how familiar he was with the county magistrate, and even boasted that the county magistrate poured wine for him, and they also stood up for the county magistrate.

Originally thought, this matter should have been gently revealed, and it became a conversation between drinking friends: After a few days, Wang Shijun will come again to take away the messenger box, and the matter will be over.

Unexpectedly, this Wang Shijun really never came to the wine shop for ten days in a row.

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This afternoon, after buying wine at Xianheng Winery, Guan Er followed his memory and went to Qili to find Wang Xian's house, hoping to return the things.

I didn't expect that it didn't matter if I didn't go. After I went, I was almost scared out of my wits.

It turned out that Wang Shijun's whole family was killed by the ranger, and the house was burned to the ground.

Guan Er didn't dare to stay for a while, and hurriedly came back with the messenger box.

After returning to the restaurant and closing the doors, the two elder brothers drove away those careless Changyi teenagers.

They sat facing the table, and on the table was the messenger box like a reminder.

Xianheng Restaurant is not located in the downtown area, but opened in a relatively secluded place in Beichengguo.

Because everyone knows that the wine will be sold out before noon, so no one will come in the afternoon.

At this moment, there was no one in the not-so-spacious restaurant, and there was no other smell except for the faint smell of wine.

On the street outside the [-]th, the sound of camel bells and people's footsteps sounded from time to time.

But it didn't make the restaurant look more lively, on the contrary, it was cooler.

The black-brown messenger tube on the case looked like a snake that could bite people, making Guan Er and Zhang San helpless and kept away.

There was an expression of fear on his face.

After a while, it was Zhang San who spoke first.

"Second Brother Guan, are you saying that the Wang Shijun...is gone?"

This is the fifth time Zhang San has asked this question in the past half an hour.

Guan Er was not bothered at all, just nodded in a muffled voice.

"This... What's going on here? Wasn't he fine a few days ago?"

"That's right, such a big house burned to the ground. I heard that the whole family died, even the one-year-old..." Guan Er couldn't bear to continue.

In the past few months, everything has been going well. Although the money earned from opening this restaurant has to be handed over to the young mansion in the palace, the emperor is very generous and gives them a monthly payment of [-] yuan.

It is much more cost-effective than spending days and nights in the lacquerware workshop by myself.

The two have already planned to bring their families to Chang'an to settle down.

Now, the acquaintances who had drank together were wiped out without a sound like this, and the two of them finally became a little scared.

This seemingly glamorous city of Chang'an is simply a monster that eats people without spitting out bones.

"What about this messenger box?" Zhang San asked the key point.

"I remember, this Wang Shijun seems to want me to hand it over to the county magistrate?" Guan Erban asked and half answered.

"But how do you pay this?" Zhang San also asked in a low voice.

They must have exaggerated their words after drinking, so that Wang Shijun actually thought that they could really see the county magistrate.

In fact, after coming to Chang'an City for so long, the two elder brothers have never met the emperor, let alone have any friendship.

The Son of Heaven is a good man, but he is also a busy man. How can he have time to see ordinary people like them?
"Otherwise, go to the back kitchen and start a fire, and burn it clean. Anyway, no third person will know about it. After the fire, I will go back to Changyi Kingdom and never come to Chang'an City again." Zhang What San said was not angry words, life and money are more important, these people can distinguish clearly.

Undoubtedly, Zhang San's method couldn't be better, and he could escape danger as much as possible.

But for some reason, they always felt that they owed Wang Shijun a little.

Today, Guan Er just knew that Wang Shijun is a high-ranking official with a rank higher than Qianshi, and he treats them so kindly on weekdays. How can they not do what they promised others to do?

Guan Er and Zhang San are illiterate, but they know how to be kind to their friends.

This drinking buddy is also a friend.

"Second brother Guan, what do you think is in this messenger box?"

"Of course I believed it. I used to work in the Lieutenant's Mansion and saw it a few times. It must be an important letter."

In other words, Wang Shijun wanted to send a letter to the emperor.

This is great, it must be a big event, and it cannot be delayed.

"Wang Shijun is kind to people, and the county magistrate is also kind to people. Maybe they know each other. If they really know each other, this letter must be very important."

The status of the two elder brothers is not much higher than that of traffickers and pawns, and they don't know anything about the affairs of the court.

Three lords and nine ministers, they have only heard of one great general, Huo Guang, so naturally they don't know that Wang Xian is the military commander of the general's mansion.

They very simply put the emperor who was kind to them and Wang Xian who was kind to them into one camp.

No matter which side they look at, they should fulfill their promises.

Although the path of judgment was wrong, he made a correct choice.

"Then should I send the letter to the county magistrate?" Guan Er tried to ask.

"All according to Brother Guan's arrangement!"

"But the gate is that I can't enter the palace at all." Guan Er said.

"Then hand it over to any government office, and they will naturally hand it over to the county magistrate." Zhang San said urgently.

"No, don't forget Wang Shijun..." Guan Er didn't finish his sentence.

"What should I do?" Zhang San panicked.

They realized that this matter would not be so simple, otherwise Wang Shijun would not have died so miserably.

It seems that this matter is secret, and the fewer people who know about it, the better, if it is sent directly to the government office, there may be big troubles.

After pondering for a while, Guan Er suddenly thought of someone: "Yes, then I will hand this item over to Mr. Dai, he is the most trusted envoy of the county magistrate, so there will be no mistakes!
"Second brother Guan is a great idea!"

After the two of them thought about this idea, they felt relieved for a while. They picked up the wine glasses on the table at the same time, clinked them vigorously, and drank them all in one gulp.

The old painter, who didn't know a single character, made a decision based on the most basic kindness and morality in his heart.

They don't realize that they will be the stick that disturbs the stagnant water in the court.

Half an hour later, Dai Zong came to Xianheng Restaurant as usual.

As soon as he entered the door, Dai Zong found Guan Er who came to open the door and Zhang San who stood far away. There seemed to be some hesitation on their faces.

After sitting down, he saw that the hesitation on the faces of the two had turned into panic.

"Is there any special person here today?" Dai Zong asked.

Guan Er numbly shook his head.

"Then what happened in Chang'an City?"

Zhang San also shook his head numbly.

"An official came to ask about those nursery rhymes."

The somewhat lost Guan Er and Zhang San shook their heads numbly at first, but seemed to recall it, and then immediately nodded accordingly.

"A few days ago, the envoys sent by Jing Zhaoyin came to ask about this matter, but I didn't say anything. It seems that they are not enthusiastic, and they must have stopped investigating."

Dai Zong nodded after listening, which was expected.

Those nursery rhymes have now formed the trend of "a single spark can start a prairie fire" - this sentence is often said by the emperor, and Dai Zong thinks it is quite subtle.

Seeing Guan Er and Zhang San's nervous appearance, Dai Zong guessed that the other party must have something to hide from him.

People in Changyi are very simple and not good at lying.

"You two, if there is something you are hiding from me, it is better to say it out, and it will be more relaxed. You know the temper of the county magistrate. It doesn't matter if you say something wrong, the most important thing is to lie to him."

Dai Zong's words without ups and downs made the faces of the two old painters turn pale immediately.

After hesitating for a while, the two finally spoke one sentence at a time.

After talking up and down for half a stick of incense, he reluctantly got to the point. Dai Zong soon realized that the "Wang Shijun" they were talking about was the dead Wang Xian, and the heartbeat in his chest was getting faster and faster. The faster, but the two of them haven't finished talking, so they can only listen patiently.

"We only found out today that the Wang Shijun who gave us something was given to us a few days ago..."

Hearing this, Dai Zong's pupils shrank suddenly, he couldn't wait any longer, he stood up with a "huh", and asked excitedly, "Where is that thing?"

Trembling, Guan Er took out the small messenger box from under the case and handed it to Dai Zong.

Dai Zong immediately "snatched" it over, held it in his hand and inspected it carefully, he found that the ink pad was intact and covered with the private seal of Wang Xian's name, which presumably was true.

He really wanted to take it apart immediately and see what it was.

But in the end he held back. This was dedicated to the emperor by the king, and he couldn't take it apart, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain what happened.

You have to enter the palace immediately and report this matter to the emperor.

"This matter cannot be mentioned to anyone, otherwise it may lead to a disaster of death. Even if it is a good relative or friend, it cannot be mentioned. Maybe remember it!?"

The words were serious, Guan Er and Zhang San naturally knew the importance of it, and quickly nodded in agreement.

Dai Zong didn't dare to stay any longer, walked out the door, jumped on his horse, and drove the mount towards Weiyang Palace.

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