A Weird Theater That Started In London

Upon seeing this, Li Bai and the others gathered around, but Lu Li didn't stop him either.

"Sorrow every day, I don't have a picture, I'm lazy to talk to ordinary people. If you don't have the same answer, you just ask Xianlang if you have any intentions?"

Open one of the folded letter papers, the fonts are graceful, with a faint powdery smell, which should have been made by a woman.

It seemed that as Wang Wei had guessed, Lady Mingyue should have met Bo Qinglang.

However, for the sake of safety, Lu Li still opened another letter: "How Shao Miao has a long-term vision, and he cannot be a believer. Although the lotus seeds in the mud are untainted, moving into the homeland is worthless."

So far, there are no doubts.

Mingyue Lady's true heart was disappointed, and after drinking, she couldn't think of committing suicide.

In addition, the tear marks on this reply can be used as evidence.

"This person……"

Chao Heng hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh, very helpless.

Because he didn't understand the inside story, he only talked about this poem. In fact, it can be called a sincere and sincere poem. He didn't dislike Mingyue Lady who was born in the dust, and praised her for being out of silt and not being infected. It was just helpless that her pocket was empty and she had no ability. Redeem for him.

Chang'an has a population of more than one million, but everybody knows that the ladies are well-known. Even the Hushang in Xishi heard about them and wanted to have a relationship with Fangze. Therefore, they had to take away the deed of selling from the fake mother, and it would cost at least five. One hundred taels of gold.

What is the concept of five hundred taels of gold?

Today is in the heyday, the people are prosperous and the prices are extremely low: forty cents for a catty of salt, five cents for a liter of vinegar, thirty cents for an old hen, and 500 cents for a big pig.

The standard ration set by the imperial court for serving young men is "two liters per day" and six buckets per month. These only cost 270 yuan. If you eat wheat, it will be a little more expensive, but at most it will be doubled.

In this case, the treatment of the imperial officials has also increased. Take Chao Heng, who is the seventh-grade sect, will be divided into three hundred and fifty acres of vocational fields on the day he takes office, and he can receive 80 shilu rice every year, four people. In addition to the guards assigned by the imperial court, they can also receive four monthly subsidies.

I sold the job field and let the guards who served in the service spend their own money to avoid hard work. All their salaries were converted into copper coins, and they could get 50 taels of gold.

And one or two of gold can be exchanged for six tongs of money, which is almost 50 catties. Five hundred taels of gold is more than ten tons of copper. Dozens of bullock carts and donkey carts must be used to pull it. Let alone a poor scholar, Chao Heng doesn’t eat it. If you don’t drink for a hundred years, you are qualified to redeem the woman Mingyue. There is another prerequisite:

Fake mothers don't sit on the floor and raise the price.

Therefore, among all the people present, the only one who was truly capable of redeeming the oiran was Lu Li, who depended on the family, not the royal salary.

At this time, Huang Liuniang squeezed over to read the poem, and immediately cried: "Daughter, why are you so fascinated by a poor scholar."

I thought that there was something else in this case. The murderer could be caught and compensated for the loss, but now there are all signs that the Mingyue Lady is really trapped by love, and she can't think of suicide.

At the same time, Miss Qianrui wiped away her tears, obviously empathizing, and even swallowed: "Everyone knows what she is entrusted with."

"Appreciate further details."

Lu Li sniffed the raft, frowned slightly, and when he heard something in Qian Rui's words, he raised his eyes and looked over.

"Pingkangfang has a rule. If you really find a beloved, the other party has no money to do so. Although the lady can't leave, she can choose not to receive guests. Just give some money every day, knowing that the lady hasn't saved enough to replace him. The gold of my own redemption."

Qian Rui glanced at Huang Liuniang and saw that she hadn’t stopped her, she continued: “However, giving the fake mother a consistent amount of money every day can support three to five years. During this period of time, if he has any interest, it is not impossible to replace him. Lady Mingyue redeemed her body."

Without waiting for Lu Li to speak, Huang Liuniang's voice suppressed everything, her expression was like a concubine, and she cried more and more sadly: "Daughter, mother treated you so well, why not tell your mother, where do you want five hundred taels..."

Amidst the cry of mourning, fire came from under the attic.

"Where is Huang Liuniang?"

"Dali Temple officials come here to investigate the case, come and greet them as soon as possible!"

Li Bai and others looked at Lu Li, as if they were saying: You don't care who is such a powerful official.

The bad guys, Xunjie Wuhou, and Wuzuo are all beside him, and Anlu Mountain is the backer. Yuan Zai can be said to be full of ambition. .

The guardian ranger didn't want to make things big and affect the business of the owner, so he gave his hand to Yuan Zai: "The official, this case has already been taken over."

"fart!"

Bao Shenjun became angry and cursed: "It was only two moments before the murder happened, and Wuhou led people to rush over. You deceive your master and don't understand the rules?"

With that, he kicked the ranger holding a sharp blade to the ground.

"Which one is it?" Yuan Zai was more concerned.

After helping his companion up, another guardian ranger looked reluctant, and said, "Dali Temple commented, he happened to be here for a banquet."

Hearing this, Yuan Zai finally let go of his hanging heart, and said to Wu: "You should do an autopsy, but you are not allowed to move without the order of the official."

"Here."

The three of them knew the seriousness and dared not to open the corpse here. They only planned to get a superficial first and make a rough judgment of the cause.

"Let's go, go up and see which colleague it is, maybe he has discovered something."

Yuan Zai's words were relaxed, obviously he had already figured out how to send people away.

The group moved to the attic, walked through the hall and climbed the stairs, and came to the private boudoir of the Mingyue Lady. A dozen maidservants blocked their vision. Bao Chenjun felt unhappy and directly pushed them away.

The sight was wide open.

Yuan Zai and Li Bai and the others faced each other, their eyes condensed on He Jian's official uniform, a large group of flowers, lavender, purple robe and gold jade belt, they were about to cross their hands to salute, and their eyes stopped on the person next to them.

Bao Cenjun is a warrior who will be transferred to Chang'an. He thought he had Anlu Mountain as his backer. He was about to ask questions, but he saw that the confident Yuan Zai fell directly to the ground, simply and neatly.

what's the situation?

Not only Bao joined the army, but the Wuhou who followed him also looked at each other for a while.

At this moment, Yuan Zai was sweating on his forehead and thorns on his back. After a psychological struggle, putting aside all kinds of distracting thoughts, he said loudly: "I have seen the temple, I wish the temple a good health."

"I have seen Supervisor He."

When the words fell, Bao Chengjun, who was stunned, also reacted and hurriedly crossed his hands in salute.

"You are?"

Two Shaoqing, two Zheng, two masters, two recorders~www.wuxiamtl.com~ 28 in the mansion, 56 in the history; 4 in Yucheng, 6 in the prison history, and 4 in the pavilion chief , Eighteen people in Zhanggu, one hundred people for questioning; six people for Sizhi and twelve people for Shi; twelve people for commenting and 24 people for Shishi.

Not counting the handyman, there are more than 200 officials in Dali Temple. Lu Li felt that there seemed to be such a person in his impression, and he wouldn't remember more.

"Go down...Ping Shi Yuan Zai."

The tone was humble, as if he had committed something.

However, before Lu Li asked, a clear voice came from the window sill, and the shadow stood still:

"What about the dossier? It is your turn tonight, why when Ben Shaoqing went there, he only saw Wang Pingshi."

"Why, come to Pingkangfang to have fun?"

A cat's claw pressed Yuan Zai’s head and looked at Lu Li with cold eyes. It really did not expect that it would encounter its chief official at the scene of the murder:

Investigating the case is not easy, Mao Mao sighed.

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