After the Tyrant Dressed As a Woman Disguised As a Man

Zhang Zong, who had lost the face of the princess, became the Tingwei. He dealt with several strange cases in succession. Not all of them were big ones, but they all brought some surprises. In addition to the spread of thoughtful people, for a while, this unfamiliar background was born. Master Zhang suddenly became famous in the capital.

In the teahouses and pubs of the streets and alleys, the spectators under the stage pricked their ears and looked at the storyteller standing on the small table with a mustache and an old, white-washed robe.

Mr. Storyteller frowned, brewing enough atmosphere, slapped the table, saliva splashed, and broke the silence instantly: "Speaking of which, Master Zhang was glaring at the time, pointing to the woman's fairness, you are the murderer!"

"good!"

These listeners have obviously heard "Legend of Zhang Zongpai Case" several times, and almost knew the plot that followed, but they still listened with gusto, burst into cheers one after another, and threw melons and fruits to reward the storyteller.

This stage is set on the first floor of Dukang Building, the largest restaurant in Beijing. Guests on the first and second floors circle around and enjoy the extra performances on the stage.

Qiao Qing, dressed as a family elder brother, reserved a private room on the third floor. Looking down from a height, she could see the pedestrians on the streets and alleys. She could also hear the storytelling "Legend of Zhang Zongpai" by the storyteller.

When she heard the thrilling place, she became excited, grabbed a large string of copper plates on the back of the plate, and accurately threw it at the storyteller's desk, giving the other party a rain of money.

The palace actually made a lot of golden melon seeds for the emperor to reward, but one golden melon seed can be exchanged for a few plates of copper coins.

Qiao Qing is not a fool. Throwing one or two golden melon seeds, when the storyteller may find out, it is more shocking than the rain of copper coins.

Sure enough, with this shot, the storyteller underneath couldn't help but yelled a few words of thank you.

The curtain on the third floor was lowered again, blocking the sight of prying eyes from other corners.

Zhang Zong's face, who was sitting across from Qiao Qing, felt a little hot: "Your Majesty is spending money."

Art comes from life, but it is higher than life. He really didn't think there was anything when he settled the case, but these storytellers exaggerated him, and the Master Zhang in their mouth was nothing like him at all.

He is just an ordinary person, without three eyes and six arms, nor can he communicate with ghosts and spirits.

"Well, what he said is really good."

It is rare to have such a good storybook in Beijing. Thanks to Zhang Zong's blessing, Wei Han asked a scholar to specially compile storybooks related to these strange cases, as well as scripts, and then sold them to various restaurants.

This popularity can be so high, one is because the scripts were written by those great literary masters in the court, who wrote the original bizarre cases in twists and turns, thrilling, and the details are very real, and the other reason is that there are dedicated people behind them.

Every penny earned by these storytellers has Qiao Qing's share. She doesn't have to pay Zhang Zong a huge appearance fee. It can be said that it is a small-cost transaction and high-profit return.

What is this little copper coin, she scatters it.

Qiao Qing looked at Zhang Zong's eyes very satisfied, and knocked on the table again, letting the officials below hold up a small box.

Zhang Zong hesitated for a moment, and took the box under Qiao Qing's instructions.

He opened the lock with a click, and it was a golden slice with a neat stack of small yellow croakers in the box.

Zhang Zong suddenly felt that the small wooden box in his hand was very hot: "Your Majesty, the minister will not be rewarded for nothing."

Qiao Qing only smiled: "You have solved a few big cases in a row. This is what you are rewarded. Moreover, this box is so big that it is in the sleeve, and no one can see it, and there is not much money. What's more, you will be afraid next. I want to stay in Dali Temple and I don’t have much time to look after Mrs. Zhang. The money allows you to hire some servants to look after her old man."

The rewards from the palace in her palace are almost the same, and instead of paying for someone to send it to her, it is better to give the money directly.

Asking employees to work overtime to double the salary, the backbone elites must pay multiple times, but also to talk about feelings. Qiao Qing has always been such a good boss with warm and human nature in the workplace.

Qiao Qing didn't express the reward, that is, not taking the account of the national treasury, taking the private account, and Zhang Zong felt that the money in his hand was hot.

"Your Majesty has asked the imperial physician to treat the grandmother of Weichen, and has rewarded many medicinal materials."

Those are very precious medicinal materials, and any ginseng plant is worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

Qiao Qing looked up and down a minister who came from a poor family and had never enjoyed a good life: "Let you take it, eat better, dress better, and find some embroidered women to make some new clothes. , Don’t lose my face. I give you money to tell you that you do things with your heart, and you have your own glory and wealth. If you have any difficulties, just open your mouth to me, but what you shouldn’t take will be a point in the future. Don't take it."

"Yes." Zhang Zong didn't push back this time, and accepted the small box with the palm of his hand.

He took a break today and replaced the new official robes issued by the court. He wore old clothes. Fortunately, the hem was large enough. As Qiao Qing said, the box was put in the pocket in the sleeve, except when Zhang Zong raised his hand, he felt that the sleeve became Shen a little, really can't see the difference from the previous one.

Below the restaurant is still very lively and noisy, the young girl holding a roll of new cloth stopped, stopped and listened to Mr. Book's speech, hearing the familiar name, her expression was a little trance.

The fat women who were somewhat similar to her in front all went out all the way, turned their heads to see that their daughter did not follow up, and again, her daughter was standing outside the restaurant in a daze.

She turned back and gently unscrewed her daughter’s arm again: "What are you listening to? He has moved out now. It is someone we can’t afford to climb. He didn’t like you before, so don’t think about it anymore. ."

These two people are Zhang Zong’s original neighbors, Wang Xiuying’s mother and daughter. The host's house.

After that, it was Zhang Zong who moved away with his grandmother, and the Queen Mother asked, it was Zhang Zong who was promoted to the official, and took his grandmother to live in the new house.

Because Wang Xiuying was really unwilling, always thinking about the friendship between the neighbors in the past, the queen mother also had a fever in her head, and she took her daughter to find Zhang Zong's new home to take a look.

The house was located in the circle on the edge of the imperial city, and it was filled with dignitaries. The small courtyard rented by the Zhang family became a four-entry house that they could not even think of.

The bright bright red door, iron-clad with fine wood material, exuding a cold and majestic metallic luster, and there are rows of pointed door nails on it.

The stone lions on both sides of the gate were very majestic, glaring at both of their mother and daughter.

Zhang Zong used to be Ting Weiping, a small official, but because his family was poor, he lived with them, and the old lady Zhang was very kind and kind, and it was easy for people to make mistakes. In fact, their Wang family was no better than Zhang Zong’s family. What's the difference.

But now that I saw this rich family compound, without the queen mother needing to say more, Wang Xiuying sullen her head and dragged her mother away from this place that made them feel depressed and scared.

The shock of yesterday still remained in Wang Xiuying's heart, even though she was very reluctant, at this time she still saw the gap between the two people clearly.

Zhang Zong is already the man praised by all the people for his outspoken Qingtian, and he has won the appreciation of the nobles. In the future, it will definitely be Qingyun going straight up, and it is an existence she can't touch.

The words of the Queen Mother cut off the last bit of the girl's love, Wang Xiuying gave a hum, and left with her mother.

She and Master Zhang may be destined to be people of two worlds. In that case, it is better not to think about those who have none.

But when they walked back to the cold and remote Dongjiao Alley, the Queen Mother walked ahead and suddenly stretched out a hand to cover Wang Xiuying behind her mouth.

"Help! Oh!"

The young girl tried to make a cry for help to her mother who was walking forward unconsciously, but her mouth was so tightly covered that she could not help at all.

She struggled desperately, kicking her legs hard, but soon, the struggle lost her strength, and the young girl's white jade-like lotus arm also dropped softly.

After putting things away, the Queen Mother who noticed something was wrong turned back, and then saw the cloth originally held by Wang Xiuying in her arms.

There was a sudden thud in her heart, calling her daughter's name, and then calling her son to come out and help.

"Xiuying, Xiuying!"

In the end, the Wang family was Wang Xiuying found in the alley. This young and beautiful girl leaned against the mottled wall of Dongjiao Alley in a slightly strange posture.

Her limbs were put in a slightly twisted and weird posture, but the corners of her lips were actually smiling, as if she had fallen into a dream.

Wang Jiadalang carefully sniffed his sister's breath, and then fell to the ground in horror: "Sister, sister, she's out of breath!"

The Wang family immediately reported the case when they ran to the official yamen, but the yamen just asked them to wait for the news.

That night, when Zhang Zong returned to the mansion, she was blocked by his former neighbors. The Queen Mother plopped and knelt in front of Zhang Zong, her tears and nose muddy: "Master Zhang, please, look at us as neighbors in the past. Seeing that Xiuying helped Mrs. Zhang, please help us find the murderer of Xiuying!"

Seeing the death of a stranger is two different things from knowing the impact of the death of someone you know. It's because Zhang Zong has no affection for Wang Xiuying. At this time, the medicine bag in his hand is still shocked and falls to the ground. .

He didn't care about picking up the medicine packet. One step earlier, he supported the Queen Mother with both hands: "Aunt Wang, don't worry, I will find the murderer."

Wang Xiuying was only the first one. In just two days, several such vicious cases occurred one after another in Beijing.

This criminal was obviously deliberately provoking, he actually killed several people in broad daylight, and the dead were all young and graceful girls.

In the process of investigating the case, the name of an organization entered Zhang Zong's line of sight-Tianyi Pavilion.