The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

"My lord, go slowly."

Zhao Liben lifted the front of the official gown, crossed the threshold of more than four inches, tilted his shoulders outward, and respectfully retreated to the bottom of the steps.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Sun Shaozong’s scarlet robe, and his eyes flashed with envy and jealousy. Last year, he and Sun Shaozong were still sitting on an equal footing with each other. Whoever thought it was only half a year ago, they were separated from each other. 'Zhu Zi Tianmo'?

However, as soon as this jealous emotion floated in my heart, it was abruptly suppressed by Zhao Liben.

Now it's no better than before. Sun Shaozong and Jia Yuhang are in a stance. If they really want to deal with his unpowerful conviction, it's just a sentence!

Thinking of this, Zhao Liben’s waist softened a little more, until he watched Sun Shaozong’s back disappear into the lane on the west side of the household registration office, and then he took a breath, replaced with a full-faced official power, and yelled back: "You Waiting for what went wrong that the Master Zhizhong came to investigate in person?!"

"Master Mingjian!"

The two young officials in charge of the household registration filing hurriedly screamed: "The villain has always been loyal to his duties, how ever..."

"Humph!"

Zhao Liben didn't bother to listen to the excuses, flicked his sleeves, and sneered: "Master Zhizhong knows the skill of Qiuhao, no one in this house knows? There really is something wrong, and there is no need for this official to attack you two to make your own. !"

As he said, he flicked his sleeves and walked away with steady steps, leaving only two confused and frightened little officials, who looked at each other speechlessly in front of the door.

Sun Shaozong, who had said that he had left first, walked to the end of the road and looked back at the household registration office hidden by the maple leaves. The stretched brows couldn't help but wrinkle tightly.

Although he didn't expect too much, he was disappointed by going around this leaky household registration office.

A remote courtyard; a roof that is less than one meter away from the wall and the height difference; a transom that allows people to get in easily; a rusty door lock that can be opened by a poke...

That's all, but I also met a little official with a habit of cleanliness!

Trying to find any clues from it is nothing short of idiotic.

To no avail, Sun Shaozong could only offer his last resort to be cold and imaginary throughout the whole process, wanting to swindle some flaws.

However, looking at the reactions of the two household registration officers, the possibility of the guards stealing is unlikely. Right now, they can only hope that after the news spreads, the spy was afraid of his past Xuanhe record and showed his feet in panic.

Thinking about this, he strode to the penalty officer.

Originally wanted to tell Zhao Wuwei to find a few trustworthy people, and secretly watch the troubles in the mansion. Since Zhao Wuwei was a spy of Beizhen Fusi, he must have gone through multiple investigations, and should not have anything to do with Bailian Sect.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the door of the hall, I saw Jia Yucun sitting firmly on the upper armchair.

When Sun Shaozong entered the door, he smiled and stood up and said, "My brother is back."

Hearing this, it should have been a while.

Eighty percent is that when he first arrived at the yamen, he got the gift.

Sun Shaozong couldn't help but move. If nothing happened, the old fox would have guessed what secrets he was investigating secretly, otherwise he would not know that he had gone to Zhao Liben's, and he would come to the penalty officer to wait.

But when he acted in this way, he obviously didn't want to get involved.

As a result, Sun Shaozong was okay, and he smiled and asked: "My brother is here for a long time, isn't he going to give me any trouble? Let’s talk about it first, but I can go to the prince to hide away at any time. of."

Jia Yucun looked bitter, and said helplessly: "It's not my brother, I deliberately put a burden on you, it is really forced by the situation, you see!"

After speaking, he turned around and fetched the memorial from the coffee table, and sent it to Sun Shaozong.

Sun Shaozong didn't rush to see it, first asked Jia Yucun to take a seat again, and then he took a seat behind Sun Chengye's common case, and opened the memorial to take a closer look.

But I saw that on the head up, the words "Ri Ke give things" were written impressively.

Sun Shaozong didn’t realize it was a stunned. This is the official responsible for supervising six departments and one hundred divisions. They are collectively referred to as six departments. They are also syndicated with the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Although they only have seven ranks, they are out The name is clear and expensive.

However, how could the memorial submitted by the Ministry of Special Supervision and Gifts fall into the hands of Jia Yucun?

He continued to look down suspiciously, but Sun Shaozong couldn't help crying and laughing. The sentimental chapter was impeaching Shuntianfu's weak enlightenment, which led to the prosperous popular voice of the people, and the licentious things are endless...

This officer expressed indignantly that when the women in the capital were wearing more and more unbearable summer, they even dared to show their arms **** in the street!

The **** and bare arms here are exaggerated, but the people in Da Zhou have admired Tang style in recent years, and their dressing has naturally become more and more open.

But this is still not enough to purge the atmosphere, right?

Sun Shaozong overturned and read the memorial three times. In the end he was inexplicably asked: "The old man, what do you mean by transferring this memorial to us? It's almost September now. What's there on the street? Woman with bare chest and arms?"

Jia Yucun sighed, and answered the question that was not what he had asked: "My brother, can you read the newspaper from the previous two days?"

Di Bao the previous two days?

Sun Shaozong is becoming more and more confused. The news in the Dibao seems to be inconsistent with the Beijing atmosphere, right?

Seeing Sun Shaozong puzzled, Jia Yucun sighed again: "The Southwest is afraid that it will be chaotic."

The southwest is going to be chaotic, what does it have to do with the atmosphere of Beijing?

Could it be that the Wuxi barbarians and the Six Kingdoms of Southern Xinjiang heard that the women in the capital like to be **** and show their arms, so they are enemies of the imperial court?

Just kidding, those barbarians seem to wear less, okay!

"Brother don't play dumb riddles."

Sun Shaozong stood up and bowed to the end: "Hurry up and tell me what tricks are in it."

"Ugh."

Jia Yucun still sighed and shook his head and said, "My old man came from a general, I can see it as you are. This southwest is really going to be chaotic, and shouldn't send a large army to suppress the rebellion? But if you want to send troops to suppress the rebellion, you have to raise military supplies? "

What about raising military supplies and the atmosphere of the capital...

and many more!

Could it be...

Sun Shaozong said in amazement: "Is the military necessities that my brother refers to, is it a camp prostitute?!"

Seeing Jia Yucun nodded silently, Sun Shaozong's face suddenly became gloomy.

The prostitutes in this camp refer to prostitutes who accompany military officers. In peacetime, there are brothels in the local area, which can basically solve the physical needs of soldiers. Therefore, only a few frontier towns are equipped.

In wartime, the imperial court would often ‘deploy’ to serve the army temporarily. Victory would be used as a reward, and stalemate would be used to boost morale. If it was defeated, it would be fine if impunity was not punished. Then there are women to sleep?

Because the number of prostitutes in the jiaofang is not very large, and the imperial court can’t force good people into prostitution, so every time at this time, private prostitutes, half-doors, and even formalities are not complete, and brothel prostitutes with insufficient background will be Ushered in a wave of anti-pornography.

Obviously, this memorial is an anti-professional and anti-illegal message. On the one hand, it appears that the imperial court is famous; on the other hand, those who are related will also hit the princess in advance after hearing the news, so as not to be "injured" by the imperial court.

However, even if the other party was originally a misplaced woman, Sun Shaozong was still a little unacceptable in his heart to openly recruit prostitutes.

"Brother."

Just listen to Jia Yucun said: "This matter is afraid that the Five Cities Soldiers and Ma Si will have to contribute, so..."

Sun Shaozong interrupted him suddenly, and asked, "Master Fucheng ever heard that I had a quarrel with Prince Zhongshun recently?"

"What happened?!"

Jia Yucun's eyes widened, and he subconsciously twisted his beard and muttered: "The king of Zhongshun has always loved his brother Chongxian, how can a rift suddenly arise?"

Although he was a question, he obviously didn't want to know the answer and details.

Sun Shaozong didn't intend to tell him either. He only spread his hands and said helplessly: "Therefore, for the time being I am afraid I still have to take shelter with His Royal Highness, the fact that the fault in this mansion is..."

This is naturally an excuse. The Ethereal Prince believes heavily in him now, even if he formally withdraws from the task force, he will still come forward for asylum.

Jia Yucun's brow furrowed tighter, he slowly got up, solemnly arched his hands and said: "My virtuous brother is ten times more intelligent than me. I must have a plan in my heart, and I won't be too much noise. In short, I am responsible for everything in the yamen. The virtuous brother doesn't need to worry too much."

This sounded Chang Liang, but he didn't mean to lend a hand at all.

However, Sun Shaozong didn't expect him to share the ups and downs with him. As long as he didn't force himself to collect ‘munitions’, it was enough.

Two flowers bloom, one on each table.

But at the same time that Sun Shaozong shirked his errands, as soon as the mansion was built in the west of the city, the host came to the backyard with joy. There was still some distance from the main house, and he couldn't help but shout loudly: "Lady, lady, the matter has been settled! For your husband! I will soon..."

When a kick was in the door and a kick was outside the door, the male host’s excited voice stopped abruptly, as if someone was holding his throat, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words dryly: "Mother, why are you here?"

But it turned out that in the small hall of that hall, in addition to the young and beautiful mistress, there was also a middle-aged woman with temples.

The woman put the tea bowl in her hand on the table and asked coldly: "How come, you can't be a mother here?"

"How come, how come!"

The host hurriedly laughed and said: "The boy means that it is time for me and Xiuyun to greet you, how dare you..."

"Kneel down!"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman suddenly screamed.

The host trembled, and immediately fell to his knees without hesitation, and walked a few steps closer to his mother.

The woman didn't even look at her son, she softened her voice a little, and then ordered: "Xiuyun, you go down first, mother has something to explain to him."

The young woman named Xiuyun glanced at her husband in embarrassment, and cautiously persuaded: "It's okay for my mother to chastise him, but don't get angry."

"Maybe something."

The woman waved her hand: "I just don't look at him so proud and forgetful. I have to give him some family instructions."

The young woman said a blessing, put her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed backwards, and closed the door with her backhand.

When she heard the sound of footsteps drifting away, the woman jumped up from the chair abruptly, her skinny arms firmly supported the armrests, and the veins were exposed below her straight elbows.

Her facial features, which were originally kind, suddenly became distorted and hideous, and the sound from her trembling lips was as cold as an ice knife: "Do you still remember how your father died?!"

As if conditioned, the host blurted out: "On the seventh day of December in the 31st year of Jianping, Wang Ziteng was killed by a false imperial thief. The corpse was hung at the south gate of Pingliang Cheng for 17 days without decay! Burned by evil thieves, there is no bones left!"

"Do you remember, you still remember?!"

The woman slapped her son's face with a fierce slap. The man hadn't done anything before, but she shook her body and almost fell to the ground, but it turned out that the woman had a lame leg.

The man hurriedly helped her back to the chair, but was pushed away by the woman desperately, and shouted, "You are not a filial son, don't touch me!"

"Mother! I..."

"Don't call me mother, I can't stand it!"

The middle-aged woman screamed, and the man hurriedly knelt to the ground again, grabbed the ground with his head, and said: "My son is not filial, please calm down my anger."

"Quiet your anger?"

The middle-aged woman sneered: "Since you still remember how your father died, how can you almost get overwhelmed with joy for the mere benefits given by this pseudo dynasty?!"

"Baby didn't..."

"If you still remember that the hatred of killing your father is not shared, why do you push back and forth and refuse to work with the people sent by the Ming king to find the reincarnated saint?!"

"mother!"

"If you..."

"mother!"

The man finally couldn't help it. He raised his head angrily, and said, "No matter what Mrs. Li has done, he has a clear conscience in his heart! I have helped them all they asked for, but I have to follow them. With them coming so unscrupulously, they will be discovered by the imperial imperial one day sooner or later, causing the disaster of destruction!

"Are you scared? Are you saving your life?!"

The old woman widened her eyes and said angrily: "When your father gave up his life for King Ming, how can you care about life and death? You...you are really a boy of my Su family and a disciple of Maitreya!"

"I am a Maitreya disciple!"

The man also gave up, raising his head to distinguish: "But Xiuyun is not, not even the child in her womb! Even if I want to die for Maitreya, I have to wait until she is sent away safely!"

Hearing the'child in the belly', the middle-aged woman couldn't help showing some struggles on her face. She hesitated for a while and said: "But Lord Li Ruo has said that nowadays the Puppet Dynasty’s internal and external troubles are a golden opportunity. Find out the saint as soon as possible and think about it later..."

"mother!"

This time I’m going to change a man to a mother~www.readwn.com~ and he heard his dissatisfaction: "If the saint can be found, how can the child not help? But they... but they are clearly messing around, knowing that It was a baby boy who died in the house arrest of the government office, so he has to provoke the Rongguo government!"

"Master Li Ruo said that the nun also took a baby girl away..."

"But that was born a few months ago!"

The man became more annoyed and gritted his teeth and said: "In my opinion, they have not even figured out whether the reincarnated saint was born or not, how old they are right now!"

"Two days ago, I even thought about the Prince's Mansion, saying that since the Li family had broken the "Dragon Vessel" of the pseudo-dynasty, maybe he was carrying the reincarnated saint!"

The middle-aged woman finally hesitated and said, "Then you..."

"Mother, don't worry about it. I'll find time to discuss with Mrs. Li Haosheng. Let's finally get a foothold in the capital, and we must not let those stunned people from the northwest continue to mess around!"