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As the handyman withdrew, the officials of Dali Temple held a chopstick for a meal and talked while eating.

Don't talk about government affairs, don't talk about anecdotes.

Although the Oiran lady died, the storm left behind was not small.

Love killing?

Robbery?

All kinds of speculations have been put forward, and they are getting more and more fragrant.

You know, Datang officialdom has become a prostitute, and there is a crossroad between Pingkangfang and the imperial city where various ministries gather. Therefore, officials want to go there to relax after finishing their official duties, which is very convenient.

In other words.

Almost all of the people present were old drivers, drinking a few drinks, and talking constantly.

"Okay, the Shangyuan Festival is just around the corner. If it's time to take a break, go to take a break, take a turn when it's time to take turns, don't talk about oirans, and it's not bad luck."

A clear voice sounded.

"Here."

"Here."

Seeing that Shaoqing Li Bing was not interested in this kind of fragrant murder case, everyone shut up and sat cross-legged on the soft cushion, eating quietly on the corridor.

In fact, after listening for so long, Lu Li only knew that an oiran lady whose stage name was Fuxiang died, she was naked when she died.

After all, everyone was told by hearsay, without a plausible letter, and he himself was not interested in investigating the crime, so he simply concentrated on tasting the free lunch on the food plate and left the imperial city as soon as possible.

At this time, Yu Mao Li Bing, who was sitting next to him, swallowed a small dried fish, and then asked, "What is the arrangement for Siqing's Shangyuan Festival?"

Hearing this, Lu Li was startled, feeling a little puzzled, and subconsciously asked, "What's the matter?"

"If you encounter any trouble, I'll send someone to find Siqing." Li Bing took it for granted.

"..."

Lu Li was speechless for a while.

Knowing this a long time ago, I should have listened to Bai Xiao's suggestion to choose a clear and noble official who would lead the royal salaries and enjoy all kinds of benefits. There would be nothing to do, instead of a ministerial official who needed to deal with political affairs.

In fact, Lu Qiqi had a strong hunch: I'm afraid that the holidays are about to fall apart, and there is a high probability that there will be some trouble.

"Prevent trouble before it happens, as long as there is no major incident that pierces the sky..."

But Li Bing saw that Lu Li was unhappy, his cat's eyes narrowed, and his tone briskly said: "I promise, no one will disturb Si Qing's Yaxing."

"Tomorrow I will go to the East and West cities, and the next day I will go to Pingkangfang to visit Qujiang with a female companion. As for the night, I will naturally go to the Qinzhengwu Building to enjoy the lights with the saint..."

The high official position is not without its benefits. Lu Li, a third-grade minister, can at least spend the festive season with the emperor and enjoy the top food and scenery of this era.

Hearing this, Li Bing nodded and stopped questioning, because he was also on the banquet list in the future, and the two would meet each other.

"Drink slowly, everyone, this official has taken a step ahead."

Seeing that there was nothing to explain, Lu Li got up and left.

"Siqing Shangyuan Ankang."

"Siqing Shangyuan Ankang."

Officials along the road stopped their cups and threw chopsticks, hurriedly cross-handed and saluted, and watched the chief official of the temple go away.

In this way, amidst the blessings, Lu Li left the imperial city ahead of time, ready to wander around and enjoy the hard-won leisure.

As a result, as soon as he walked out of the imperial city, a group of brawny men with knives surrounded him and saluted him with crossed hands.

No more, no less, just forty-eight people.

The imperial army in armor next to him showed no attention to it, and the leader even nodded to them.

"A Lang, why did you come out so early today and have to go back to the government office?"

One person came with a horse.

Ooooooo!

At almost the same time, a strange neighing sound rang, and the black mane horse broke free from the reins, and rushed to Lu Li in an instant, arching his head continuously to show intimacy.

"Shangyuan Xiumu, the official won't return to the official office, or the mansion for the time being, you guys don't follow, just go and have fun."

Lu Li casually dispatched the people around him. They were men of ordinary people near Chang'an. They served every year, guarding the home nursing home, standing guard, and acting as guards for the officials.

Dali Temple Qing, the third grade official, the court will provide forty-eight strong guards to ensure safety.

"Alang, this..."

"Let's go, in broad daylight, is there anyone who would dare to assassinate the official?"

Lu Li was too lazy to be long-winded, jumped directly on his horse, and galloped south along the avenue.

What's the joke, who is entitled to protect him?

With the speed of the black mane horse, Lu Li quickly disappeared from the guards' sight and lost his whereabouts.

at the same time.

In the west of the city, Yiningfang, where the official office of Dali Temple is located.

Ping Shi Yuan Zai stepped back and looked at the solid figure beside him: "Bao joins the army without going to the Palace of the Three Treasures. What is he going to say?"

Hearing that, the man known as Bao Canjun smiled forcefully: "Shangyuan Festival is just around the corner, and the whole Chang'an is in harmony. What can you do? Yuan commentary does not need to be nervous."

And Yuan Zai nodded and did not answer, looking at the visitor in silence.

"It's really nothing business, but when I heard people say that Lady Fuxiang was murdered and killed, hey, I have seen her before, and it is really beautiful... I missed the past for a while, and I took a break in the afternoon and came to Dali Temple to see. What happened."

Yuan Zai was thin and wore a wide cyan official gown. He felt a bit of a fairy style, but his eyebrows were not very good-looking. This frown made the slanting worse.

Retrieve the dossier.

This matter is very easy. There is no need to ask Shaoqing for instructions, let alone Dali Cheng who stayed behind in the temple, he can do it himself.

But why did Bao Chengjun come to Dali Temple specially for an oiran? It's definitely not because of some feelings, this guy is a rough man, how can he be so elegant?

"Oiran?"

Thinking of this, Yuan Zai's face was dazed: "Anyone knows that the lady was killed? Why doesn't someone know. It is estimated that Wannian County has not yet submitted the dossier..."

In case of life in Pingkangfang, the reporter must first report to Xunjie Wuhou, and Wuhou will report to Lizheng. Then Wuhou and the bad person will go to the scene to investigate and confirm who the deceased is. If it is a nobleman, immediately report to Dali Temple. . If it is the people of Qianshou, they will be handled by the magistrate of Wannian County, visited and investigated, and sent to examine the corpse.

In addition, there is a Jingzhao Yin between Dali Temple and Wannian County. The murder case was only a day after, and the file is almost impossible to appear in Dali Temple unless...

"I don't want to blame me for Yuanping, I just came out of Wannian County Office." I saw Bao Canjun's face sinking and his voice was a little hoarse: "They said the case was bizarre and tricky, and it was suspected to be done by evil people~www.wuxiamtl. com~ It was handed over to Dali Temple an hour ago."

Anxiety was in the tone.

Obviously, Yuan Zai, who was thoughtful and careful, was aware of this, especially when the other party clearly stated that he had already been to the Wannian County Office.

Who can do this for an oiran who has only met once?

Yuan Zai did not answer directly, but pointed out: "Bao joins the army, I think you can be more honest."

Bao Canjun's eyes dodged.

Upon seeing the case, Yuan Zai decided to take another strong medicine, and slowly said: "The officer has just taken over, and it is not clear whether the files are in the treasury. If he joins the army and is willing to treat each other frankly, so does Yuan Zai."

"By the way, during the Shangyuan Festival, most of my colleagues were off, and this file library was taken care of by one person Zai..."

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