Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

"Alang, why are you here?"

Song Zhen didn't expect to bump into Tian Qi when he came out of the cave.

At this moment, Tian Qi was carrying stone fragments and walking leisurely. He greeted Song Zhen with surprise when he saw him for the first time.

Seeing his state, Song Zhen thought to himself that tools constrained his potential.

"Heh, you still know that I am your Alang?"

Tian Qi scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, Alang, Yan Zhaoping asked me to come here to help. And, Alang, didn't you allow it?"

Song Zhen was just joking, he didn't care at all.

Tian Qi is an independent and complete person, he should have his own life.

Instead of following me all day, becoming a tool man, my vassal.

Since there was nothing to do, Song Zhen limped and chatted with Tian Qi.

"What's wrong with you? Like a follower, following Yan Zhaoping all day?"

"Really? Alang." Tian Qi felt shocked.

"Yes!" Song Zhen said righteously.

Because he didn't know Yan Zhaoping, he was worried that she would be like some women in later generations, who would be very kind when they wanted to use you, but kick you away when you were no longer useful.

The most important thing was that he was worried that Tian Qi would accidentally fall in love with her.

That would be terrible.

Yan Zhaoping was indeed good-looking, except that she was a little short, only 1.6 meters tall.

She stood next to Tian Qi, who was 2 meters tall. Well, how should I put it? It was like taking a pet out, and it was a kitten that could be fierce.

Do you think they were a good match?

They were definitely not a good match. At first glance, I didn't think they were suitable.

Putting aside the height difference, the gap between their backgrounds was even greater than that between Song Zhen and Cui Mengzhu.

Song Zhen was at least a child from a poor family, on the surface.

But what about Tian Qi? He was just a commoner.

He was also an orphan without a father or a mother.

In ancient times, it was very difficult for orphans to start a family. They would be criticized and thought that they had killed their parents.

There is no way, it is just superstition.

Moreover, Tian Qi was the only one left in his family of ten, and the others all starved to death.

Although it was a natural disaster, no one knew about it, and Tian Qi only mentioned it to Song Zhen.

Should you say he was lucky? Or unlucky?

Song Zhen looked into his eyes seriously and asked: "Tian Qi, do you like her?"

Tian Qi asked confusedly: "Like? A Lang, what is like?"

"......" Do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?

"Forget it." Song Zhen waved his hand helplessly. It is a bit difficult to communicate with an honest person.

He handed a manual to Tian Qi: "This is your identity certificate, remember, you have a name in the future."

Tian Qi opened it and muttered: "Song Tianqi, courtesy name Tian Qi?"

He had received professional guidance from Jinyang Wang's family in Bingzhou before, and he was a person with strong learning ability. Now he can basically recognize all characters.

"Yes, Song Tianqi is your future name, remember it."

"Okay, thank you, Alang." Tian Qi smiled and bowed.

"Hey, don't be so polite, I'm not dead yet."

"Okay, Alang."

"Do you like the name Song Tianqi?"

"As long as Alang chooses it, Tian Qi likes it." Tian Qi thought about it and asked in a low voice, "By the way, Alang, when will Xiaoshui be brought over?"

Song Zhen sighed: "Let her stay in Taiyuan Wang's family, it's more suitable for her there."

Tian Qi's adopted daughter Song Ruoshui, she is still young now, and she won't learn anything if she stays with him.

It is better to stay in the Wang family of Taiyuan, a family of scholars.

Song Ruoshui is now deeply loved by Wang He, not just for Song Zhen's sake, but because he really likes her.

Song Ruoshui has been smart since she was a child. Now she is only five years old, and it is said that she can already write poems. Her talent is even better than that of Wang Bo, the child prodigy of the Wang family, who is six years old.

Song Zhen is very relieved to leave her in the Wang family of Taiyuan.

Mainly, it is a blessing for her, a helpless little girl, to grow up under the care of her family.

In the future, maybe she can find a good husband in the Wang family of Taiyuan and get rid of her status as a commoner.

Of course, as long as Song Ruoshui likes her, even if she wants to be the crown princess, Song Zhen will try his best to win her over.

Tian Qi and Song Ruoshui had an unfortunate past, but fortunately, they met Song Zhen.

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During the few days of vacation, Song Zhen chose to accompany his wife to work at Longmen Grottoes.

The two of them worked well together. Song Zhen was responsible for passing things, while Cui Mengzhu was responsible for drawing on the wooden frame.

When it was time for dinner, Song Zhen and Tian Qi would go to the mountains to get some game and barbecue it on the spot.

Cui Mengzhu pouted, complained slightly: "Oh, without cumin and chili powder, it feels like it lacks soul."

"What can I do? I can help you grow it?" Song Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The ones who ate the most were Yan Zhaoping and Tian Qi, and Yan Liben, who came to eat for free.

"Song Xiaoyou, your cooking skills are really amazing. I have also eaten the delicacies of the imperial kitchen. Compared with you, it's not worth mentioning."

"Okay, okay, Minister Yan, if you keep talking, the rabbit legs will be snatched away by your good daughter."

Hearing this, Yan Zhaoping's hand paused, and she was glared at by her father, and she smiled awkwardly.

There is no way, it's really delicious!

After eating it, I feel full of motivation to move bricks!

I can move 100 kilograms in one breath without blushing, panting, or beating my heart.

On the other side, Di Renjie's plan really worked.

In the woods outside Yihe Village, there is a small thatched house.

There are actually four people living inside? Three men and one woman?

It’s hard to imagine, the city knows how to play!

“I went to the grave today and found that all three graves were dug up. It seems that the government really found the Buddha’s head. What should I do?”

“What else can I do? Run! Are you waiting to be caught?”

A man with a birthmark on his face slammed the table heavily.

"No, I'm so angry! If it weren't for that bitch, we would never have been exposed!"

"Are you talking about Xue Zhong's neighbor?"

"That's right! Recently, I secretly observed that the clerks in the Luozhou government office always went to her to find out about things. They even issued a reward to publish our portraits."

Another thin man frowned: "No, could it be made up? We have always been masked in our actions, how could we be drawn?"

"The problem is, many people in Yihe Village said that they have seen the portraits, could it be fake?"

"Ah this..."

The man with the birthmark stood up and shouted: "You go first, I have to kill that talkative bitch first anyway!"

"No, let's go together. If you are caught, we can't escape."

This is the truth.

"Besides, if you go alone, what if you encounter a trap?"

"Trap? Ha." The man with the birthmark sneered, "I have been observing for several days, and I didn't find any government officials."

"What if they are hiding nearby? How can you find them if they don't show their heads?"

"We have been through fire and water for so many years, what kind of scenes have we not seen?"

"It's better to be careful." The thin man said with a worried face. For some reason, his right eyelid has been twitching recently.

Through the experience of the boatman Ah Si, Di Renjie deduced that the other party would never give up so easily.

It is to grasp the psychology of the thieves.

The fish has taken the bait.

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