Reborn in the last years of Kangxi

Chapter 504

Although it was cloudy, it was evening after all, and it was a crossroads, so following the man's shout, pedestrians immediately got their attention.

At the beginning, there were pedestrians who watched the excitement, and they came to this side, watching with great interest.

Zhiran took two steps back and carefully looked at the fallen old woman.Seeing her wrinkled face, gray hair, hunched body, moaning on the ground, he sighed inwardly.

Although he was born in a temple and grew up in a temple, in his early years, he also followed his master to travel to the Huaihe River for alms, and he had some vision.

It's just such a street trick. Although I haven't experienced it personally, I have heard of it.

However, this is usually a means used by thugs in the market to defraud money. What's the use of using it on a monk?

When monks go out, how many people carry money with them?Even if you have a few copper coins, it's not easy to cheat.

"Aiyo, aiyo..." The old woman closed her eyes, twitched all over, and moaned vigorously, her face full of pain.

Seeing that the man calling his mother was just kneeling and crying in front of the old woman, Zhiran felt a little bit unbearable to let the old woman lie on the snow.

He wanted to go forward to help, but just as he took a step, someone stretched out his arm to stop him.

Although Zhiran didn't know his name, this person looked familiar and recognized him as someone from the Cao family.

The person who came was Zhang Yi from the Cao Mansion. Seeing the expression on Zhiran's face, he clasped his fists and said, "Master, take a few steps back, be careful of fraud, let the villain deal with it." , Yin Zhiran avoided the crowd and withdrew.

While speaking, two young and strong men came up nearby, cupped their fists and saluted Zhiran, and then stood behind Zhang Yi.

Looking at this style, I think it is also the guardian of Cao's family.

Zhiran looked calm, stopped and watched the changes.But because there are many people watching the excitement, the front is covered tightly, so you can't see clearly.

Zhang Yi listened attentively, for some reason, the old woman who was moaning just now was silent, he took two steps forward, looked at the old woman through the wall of people, but she was on the ground like a dead body, no longer speaking.

He was terrified in his heart, and he didn't show it on his face, thinking about how to deal with it.

The man on the ground wailed a few times, and when he saw that the passers-by were about to come around, he got up and rushed towards Zhiran, and said as he rushed, "You evil monk, return my mother's life..."

Since Zhang Yi and others were protecting Zhiran, how could that man jump over him?
After he was stopped, he struggled hard, and inadvertently squatted down, grinning his teeth involuntarily, looking very embarrassed.

He turned over abruptly, and said to the crowd watching: "Gentlemen in the past, you have to make decisions for me. This evil monk killed my mother, pity my old lady..." He said, He kowtowed "Bengpeng", his nose and tears came out.

Those who watched the excitement nearby, some who couldn't see it, and some who made a fuss, accused Zhiran in one go.

"Hey, hey, the little monk looks good, why is he so vicious, hit someone, and still wants to bump into it for nothing, is there no law for this?" One person said.

Another person interjected: "That's right, that's right, the prince broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people. I haven't heard that it's okay for monks to break the law."

"Look at this delicate skin and tender meat, it makes people feel dry. How can you look like a monk?" Someone laughed twice, and the words he said were full of frivolity.

The other two nursing homes of the Cao family were enraged, but Zhang Yi seemed to have never heard of it. His eyes were fixed on the motionless old woman on the ground, and his expression gradually became serious.

Zhiran also saw that something was wrong, walked around the two nursing homes, walked up to the old woman, and bent over to have a look.

There were bloodstains on the back of the old woman's neck, and her face had turned gray.

Zhiran reached out to check the old woman's breath, but she was out of breath.

He looked solemn, clasped his hands together, looked at the crying man on the ground, no joy or anger could be seen on his face.

The man howled "Mother", "Mother", raised his head, and met Zhiran's eyes just in time.He was stunned for a moment, looked away, and threw himself on the old woman's corpse again, crying loudly.

The onlookers also thought it was wrong, so they said, "Mother, I really hit someone to death!"

That one said: "Hurry up and report to the official, don't run away from this monk, everyone will be left behind."

While speaking, everyone has already surrounded Zhiran, and they looked at Zhiran as if they were a murderer.

Originally a bit old-fashioned, it looked a little wrong, and felt that the old woman, mother and child seemed to be "touching porcelain", but now they are confused.

If this was "touching porcelain", he wouldn't have given up his life, and the other party was a monk in simple clothes, not a rich merchant like a rich man?
From afar, I saw soldiers from the patrol battalion approaching.

Zhang Yi's heart sank. If someone died, it seemed that he couldn't avoid the yamen.

He could see clearly what happened just now. It was obvious that the old woman bumped into Zhiran by herself, and then she was still moaning on the ground.Because the passers-by onlookers blocked his sight, he didn't see what happened afterwards.

It was only half a cup of tea, why did this old woman die?

He was ordered by Mr. Zhuang to lead people to protect Zhiran secretly, but now such a mistake has happened.He frowned, wondering in his heart, who set this up and what was his purpose?
Right now, the soldiers of the patrol battalion are about to arrive, so it is not the time to think about these things.

Zhang Yi turned around, and said to one of his entourage: "Old Tang, you should go back to the mansion immediately, find Mr. Zhuang, and tell Mr. the details here carefully. Please make up your mind."

The man named Old Tang responded, and Zhang Yi quickly walked forward, standing in front of Zhiran, and clasped fists with those soldiers from the patrol battalion...

*
The banyan courtyard, the upper room, and the front corridor.

Standing under the eaves, Mr. Zhuang looked up at the sky.

The clouds are heavy and the wind is light, and it looks like it will snow again.

Thinking of Cao Yong who was on his way to Zhangjiakou, Mr. Zhuang calculated the distance in his heart, Shahe, Nankou, should we rest at Badaling tonight?

I heard the news a few years ago that there was a lot of snow in Mongolia, and many cattle and sheep died.

It's just a loss for the people or the Mongolian prince, and it has nothing to do with the court for the time being. The people in Beijing just laughed it off when they heard it, and few of them took it to heart.

Since it was able to alert the imperial court, so that Kangxi could make an order and send people down to inspect it, the royal ranch must have suffered heavy losses.

The Qing Dynasty entered the customs for more than [-] years, but the Ma Zheng side was in a state of depression, and it was almost worse than every year.

There were a lot of shady things in the racecourse, and the number of horses was a little watery.Now that there is another snow disaster, I don't know how many good horses will be killed.

The northwest is not peaceful, and the imperial court has no money. If the number of horses drops sharply now, it will be more difficult for the imperial court to use force.Long live Lord is the most powerful person, and now I don't know how many horses were killed in order to stab Yuqian.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a person walking quickly at the gate of the courtyard. It was Tang Hai, the chief guard of the mansion who was protecting Zhiran with Zhang Yi.

"Sir, it's not good. Master Zhiran was taken away by the patrolling camp..." Tang Hai was anxious, he cupped his fists as a salute, and then said bluntly.

Mr. Zhuang's expression turned serious, and he said, "What's going on? Didn't you go to Brother Thirteen's house? Why did you go to the Yamen again?"

Tang Hai breathed a sigh of relief, and told Mr. Zhuang what he did at the intersection just now.

Mr. Zhuang frowned, his face was so dark...

Mr. Zhuang was not the only one with an ugly face, but also King Bu Muba of Shuncheng County.

At the gate of Shuncheng's palace, he got off the carriage with a dark face, and all the chiefs and guards got off the horse.

Bu Muba got off his horse and didn't say he was going into the mansion. He turned his head with a dark face and looked at a dressed-up steward beside him. He stretched out his hand and whipped him.

The whip slipped slightly on the steward's face, causing a streak of blood to appear on his face, and Bu Muba scolded: "You bastard, what's going on? It's not about finding two 'pengci' people." , make things difficult for the little monk, and then this king will come forward? Why did you find a fool and die when you fell to the ground?"

The steward's face was burning with pain, but he didn't dare to touch it.

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Bu Muba's words, the steward immediately knelt down, kowtowed and said, "My lord, I am wronged, who would have thought that the man would find this old woman to 'touch porcelain'..."

Bu Muba was originally upset, I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

He just wanted to find an opportunity to meet Zhiran and be a good friend. Who would have thought that Zhiran would be involved in the murder case.

He was annoyed, and he dared to cry for injustice after hearing the steward, so he stepped forward and kicked him.The steward staggered and fell hard to the ground.

Bu Muba didn't bother to look at him anymore, so he called two other stewards and sent them to the Dutong Yamen to inquire about news.

*
Badaling, Juyong Wai Town, post station.

Cao Yong spent dinner and discussed tomorrow's itinerary with Wei Hei.

The capital is 150 miles away from Zhangjiakou, and now we have traveled [-] miles.According to this speed, we should be able to reach Zhangjiakou tomorrow.

After a short rest in Zhangjiakou, Cao Yong was going to go out to the pasture on the two wings of Taipu Temple.

Everyone in the Ministry of War can always meet them along the way, and they always have to pass through Zhangjiakou to save their worries.

Thinking of the hatred in Nalan Chengping's eyes, Wei Hei still felt a little uneasy, and said, "My lord, why don't you send someone back to Beijing, and send some more skilled ones over here."

Cao Yong rubbed his forehead and said: "These are the only things the mansion needs. It is sending letters now, and it will take a few days to come back. By then, we will have arrived at the pasture."

Wei Hei was still a little worried, hesitated for a moment, and said, "My lord, when you arrive in Zhangjiakou, it's better to inquire about it and see if there is any caravan outside the mouth. If you can catch a caravan with you, the journey will be safer."

Although he found it troublesome, Cao Yong also knew that what Wei Hei said was good intentions, so he nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Wei, I understand."

Seeing Cao Yong's consent, Wei Hei heaved a long breath and relaxed his tense expression a bit.

In another courtyard of the same post station, Nalan Chengping was not in a relaxed mood.

He sat at the table, looked at the letter in his hand, snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression was unpredictable.Sometimes sad, sometimes cold, it is very sad to watch.

After reading the letterhead, he stared at the lamp on the table in a daze. He was dazed for half a cup of tea before he sighed, took off the lampshade, and lit the letterhead in his hand.

Seeing the letter burnt out, he stood up, looked down at his mending suit, and clenched his fist vigorously...

*
Capital City, Caojiadongfu, Dongkuayuan.

Cao Song, who came back from duty, changed his clothes and washed his clothes. After dinner, Jinghui sent the maid down. Only the husband and wife were left in the room.

Thinking of lying to her mother-in-law Zhao Jiashi in the afternoon, Jing Hui's face was a little embarrassing and flustered.In fact, there is no way, although they are all a family, there is nothing to be reluctant to part with, but because she is afraid of tarnishing Cao Yong and Chu Yu's face, she is against her mother-in-law's opening a dim sum shop.

It is true that the shop is rented out, and it is also a five-year contract, but the other party has nothing to do with the palace, but a fellow in charge of the Fucha Mansion.

Jing Hui was afraid that Zhao Jia's entanglement would continue, so she lied to divert the matter.

However, looking at Zhao Jia's intention of continuing to open a dim sum shop, Jinghui couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

In her heart, she respects and loves Cao Yong and Chu Yu, so naturally she doesn't want anything to embarrass them.

It's just that in the past few days since she was married, she watched coldly and saw that her mother-in-law was critical of her and was not very friendly, so she refused to say a word or take a step.

Regarding the dim sum shop, if the second room really opens, how can Jing Hui continue to keep silent if she still doesn't know how to gossip outside?
After thinking about it for a while, she told Cao Song about Zhao Jia's plan to open a dim sum shop.

Cao Songzheng touched the purse and came over, thinking about letting Jinghui keep the bank note given by his brother in the morning.Hearing Jinghui's words, he was speechless in a daze.

After a long while, Cao Song sighed, hammered down the kang vigorously, stared, speechless...

(End of this chapter)