Tibetan Sea Pearl

The torches burning all over the sky, the soldiers running close, because the horses in the stables were frightened, they were delayed for some time on the way, but they still found this place.

It is no longer necessary to detect the pulse to identify life and death. The head of Datong General Soldier did not fall off, but his throat was pierced by a wooden stick, and the blood drained dry.

"grown ups."

"Come on someone."

Deputy General Chen looked unbelievable, but he knelt down and stretched out his hand to check the breath of the general soldier of Datong to confirm that it was true, his gaze also became complicated and indescribable.

"Quickly track down the murderer, and don't let anyone go." He ordered.

"Yes." The young general beside him gave the order and personally led a group of people to leave immediately.

Deputy General Chen remained at the scene. There had been a fight here, and there were messy footprints left in the chaotic grass pile, not just one or two people, but many footprints.There were many corpses on the ground, besides the General Soldier of Datong lying in a pool of blood, there was also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman.

It looks like seeking revenge and being killed by an enemy.

The general soldier of Datong was killed by a woman, just thinking about it is unbelievable.

It is very likely that it was a manslaughter. I often walk by the river, how can I not get my feet wet.

The fact that the General Soldier of Datong died like this made Vice General Chen somewhat dazed.

A young general found the golden sand on the ground, "My lord, look quickly."

Deputy Chen squatted down and picked up a grain of golden sand in the grass with his fingers. He frowned and rubbed the golden sand between his fingertips.

The General Soldier of Datong loves money because he was afraid of poverty when he was a child. Only gold and silver treasures can give adults a sense of security. As an adult's confidant, he knows many things.

"Come here." He said, "Go and arrest him quickly to see if there are any accomplices."

……

The streets in the small town are quiet, scattered with dim lights, only one or two people walking on the street, this small town looks desolate and depressed.

"There is no one in the village, and there are still some people here. They made their homes here decades ago, and they don't want to leave with their families." Huajing explained to others.

Lin Cheng nodded, "Go and have a look."

"No." Huajing grabbed Lin Cheng's hand, "No, no, no, you can't go to the town, or you will be discovered."

At this time, you should find a place where no one is around to hide. Why does Lin Cheng look like this? Where are the many people going? If someone is injured, is his brain failing?

Hua Jing was very worried about him, because he was stabbed in the abdomen with a dagger, and if he didn't do it well, he would die.

"You find a place to hide first, and I'll find a way to find a doctor." Hua Jing said, "In Kaiyin County, no one dares not to give me this face."

Lin Cheng interrupted him, "I can't go to the doctor now, I can't drag you into the water."

Lin Cheng supported his shoulders to stand firm, "There is a smell of wine, listen, someone is reciting poems and having fun, let's go and have a look."

Huajing couldn't help but laugh, "What kind of poems do you sing for fun? In the middle of the night, the people are in dire straits, and there are still people who have leisure time to have fun. This world is really ridiculous."

There is a wine shop facing the river in a small town, with lights on it, and the aroma of wine is coming from Cong.Ten young people were sitting in the hall, and in the open space a few steps away, there was a copper pot with two ears. All the young people's eyes fell on a young master inside.

They are playing pitching.

The son of Yushu Linfeng raised his hand and easily threw the bamboo arrow into the copper pot in front of him.

"Xining Hou Shizi, Lianzhong." A young man acted as the master of ceremonies and shouted.

There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table next to it. A child is lazily rubbing ink with his eyes down, while a young man is holding a pen and continuing to write on a half-paged piece of paper.

"In this round, Xining Hou Shizi won." The young man in charge of recording put down his pen and smiled at the others, "You guys should be punished."

"I would like to punish myself with three cups."

"Why is the prince winning every round? Is there something wrong with it?" Someone beat their chest and stomped their feet, pretending not to be convinced.

The other teenagers looked at him with disdain, "Can't you afford to lose? It would be nice if you win one."

"It's better to drink quickly, or the poem will be punished."

"Punish poems?" The young man glanced at the poem manuscripts stacked on the table, forget about punishing poems. , This really killed him.

The young man had a headache, grabbed the wine glass that had already been filled in front of him, and poured himself three glasses.

"Do you know who is the son who is the best at throwing pots in our capital?" Xining Hou Shizi smiled.

Everyone hesitated and looked at him.

"It's Mr. Lin from the Lin family in the northwest." Xining Hou Shizi said.

They were all locals. They had heard of the prestige of the Lin family in the northwest, but they had never met Mr. Lin. Mr. Xining Hou Shizi was already very powerful. When he said this, everyone expressed their desire to meet this Mr. Lin.

"If there is a chance in the future, I hope the prince will help us introduce him."

Just talking and laughing, there was a "crash", the grass curtain on the door curtain was blown up by someone or the wind, and a figure stood outside the door.

The two teenagers who were close were startled, and stared at it. It was getting dark outside, and the dim lights reflected the faces of the people outside.

Xining Hou Shizi was even more startled, "Lin Cheng, why are you here?"

"I'm really talking about Cao Cao. When Cao Cao arrives, I can't tell."

He is Mr. Lin, and when he said that, all the teenagers in the hall looked over.

"Are you playing pot throwing?" Lin Cheng said, and walked in, "Coincidentally, County Magistrate Hua and I happened to pass by."

Hua county magistrate?The teenagers looked, and sure enough, they saw a majestic man of about 30 years old and two servants standing behind Lin Cheng. It was the magistrate of Hua County. He didn't wear official robes.

The two teenagers recognized him and hurriedly saluted him in a panic.

"Lord county magistrate." A young man boldly said, "I hope you don't tell the elders at home about our drinking outside." m.cascoo.

The teenagers also said one after another, "Yes, yes, don't tell the adults at home, you will be punished again when you go back."

They are all teenagers, their words are sincere, and their people are also sincere.

The children of these aristocratic families have strict family traditions, and the elders in the family restrain them, and the children of the family are not allowed to drink secretly outside.

Huajing nodded gently, "I know, don't tell them."

The county magistrate was different from what they had imagined, not pedantic and inflexible. Seeing him leaning over to ask what they were playing, Tebby felt that the county magistrate was even more amiable.

"Do you want to play together?" A young man saluted and invited.

Inviting the magistrate of the county to play pitching pot with them was something that was never even dreamed of before.

Huajing didn't speak or refuse, but looked at Lin Cheng.

"Okay." Lin Cheng said with a smile, "I haven't played for a long time, and my skills are all rusty."

"Lin Cheng, do you want to play? If you play, it will be lively."

"I haven't seen your skills for several years." Xining Hou Shizi said.

At this time, Huajing somewhat understood why Lin Cheng went to a crowded place.