Chapter 9 Supervising the sudden death of the censor
He Yuanshan, the supervisory censor, died suddenly!
Upon hearing the news, Zhao Xun couldn't help but gasped.
You must know that the public security in Chang'an City is quite good. The sudden death of a court official in his mansion is a huge event no matter what.
It stands to reason that both the Chang'an County Government Office and the Jingzhao Government Office have reasons to hear this case, but these two agencies did not take over this matter. The reason could not be simpler. The imperial court or the Holy Emperor did not want this matter to cause a big fuss.
After all, it is a matter of honor for the court. If the trouble is too big and it is brought to trial in the open, the court will be disgraced, and His Majesty will be disgraced even more.
So we can only investigate the case secretly.
Naturally, this task was left in the hands of bad people.
But when Zhao Xun received such a big case, he was really at a loss.
He tentatively asked Feng Hao: "Master Feng, should one of my subordinates investigate this matter?"
"Of course not. Even if you have this intention, I can't rest assured."
Feng Hao turned around and nodded to the person nearby: "Old Jia, I will leave this newcomer to you."
After Feng Hao finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back.
Zhao Xun looked up and saw a dark-skinned, thin middle-aged man staring at him not far away.
"My surname is Jia Xingwen. Since Mr. Feng has handed you over to me, I have to be responsible for you. We bad guys have a rule when doing things, and that is to visit at night, so as not to leave any traces. You should have a set of night clothes.
Bar?"
Zhao Xun thought to himself that this old man Jia was really familiar with him, so that would save him a lot of time in being polite.
"Of course there is, but I dare to ask, this Chang'an City has a curfew. What should we do if we are discovered by the Jinwu Guards and the patrolling troops and horses while walking on the streets?"
"curfew?"
Jia Xingwen sneered and said with some disdain: "The so-called curfew is for ordinary people. The punishment is not that of a doctor, and the courtesy is not that of a common man. Have you heard this sentence, right? We bad people work for the saints, no matter what
Neither the Jinwu Guards nor the Patrol Troops and Horses Division can control us."
Having said this, Jia Xingwen did not forget to add: "If I am really worried about anything, it is whether you can fly over the roof and walk over the wall."
"This, I'm afraid, is really not feasible..."
Zhao Xun showed an awkward yet polite smile.
After all, what he traveled through was a famous disciple of the capital.
He is good at fighting cocks and running dogs, but he has never tried flying over walls and walls.
Although his cheap father Zhao Yuan found him a master who was a great practitioner, the master only gave him a copy of "The Initial Enlightenment of Wenzong", and Zhao Xun realized everything else by himself.
For now, Zhao Xun cannot really be regarded as a practitioner.
Jia Xingwen understood this smile instantly and sighed: "Well, it's time for me to meet you. You are not allowed to go anywhere tonight. I will make a bucket of medicinal soup and you jump in to cleanse the marrow."
Hiss, is it so exciting?
Cleanse the marrow as soon as you come up?
Zhao Xun thought to himself that his master Wu Quanyi concluded that he did not have the talent to enter martial arts practice, so he retreated to the next best option and chose to enter Taoism through literature.
Now he actually needs to forcibly cleanse his marrow to equip him with the most basic martial arts abilities?
No matter how you listen to it, it’s a bit exciting.
"Why, you don't want to?"
Jia Xingwen saw Zhao Xun's eyes flashing and asked in a deep voice.
"No, of course not."
Zhao Xun quickly shook his head and explained.
"My subordinates cannot ask for more."
"That's good. If it weren't for completing the task assigned by Master Feng, I would be reluctant to use the medicinal wine that I have collected for many years to cleanse your marrow."
Zhao Xun was very excited. After all, for him, this opportunity to wash his marrow was considered a free prostitution.
Since it's free, there's nothing to worry about. Anyone who comes is welcome, the more the merrier.
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When Zhao Xun jumped into the wooden barrel full of medicinal wine, he had no idea that the medicinal wine would be so hot.
If Jia Xingwen hadn't been prepared to push Zhao Xun down, Zhao Xun might have jumped out of the barrel without hesitation.
If that's the case, then all the hard work has been wasted.
The so-called marrow cleansing means to wash away the original inferior bones and remove the old and welcome the new.
Zhao Xun's original bones were completely unsuitable for martial arts. In Jia Xingwen's words, after the marrow cleansing, he would probably be able to become a middle-aged man without being too much of a hindrance to bad people.
But this process is really... so refreshing.
Zhao Xun felt that his bones and meridians were making a thumping sound, as if they were reconnecting with the muscles.
A kind of heat from the inside out made his internal organs seem to be burned.
Zhao Xun didn't know how long this feeling lasted. He only knew that the temperature of his whole body changed from extremely hot to mild, and the burning sensation gradually disappeared.
Finally, Jia Wenxing patted his shoulder and said softly: "The marrow cleansing is completed, you can come out.
Only then did Zhao Xun open his eyes. The feeling just now was so wonderful. He seemed to be living again and felt all kinds of wonderful things.
This feeling is difficult to describe in words, and Zhao Xun has endless aftertaste.
But he knew that now was not the time for him to reminisce, so he quickly jumped out of the barrel and changed into a new set of clothes.
There is no doubt that his movements have become much more agile than before the marrow cleansing, without any sloppiness.
This feeling makes Zhao Xun very excited. It will take some time for him to fully adapt to this body. But right now, the most important thing is to go to the home of the murdered censor He Yuanshan to investigate the case.
But all this has to wait until after dark.
Since we want to conduct a secret investigation, the best time is after sunset.
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"The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful about the fire!"
After the curfew in Chang'an City, all the gates are closed.
Almost everyone has retreated into their own silos, with the exception of two categories of people.
One is a bad person, and the other is a bad person.
When Zhao Xun and Jia Xingwen put on their night clothes and parkoured on the rooftops of the neighborhoods in Chang'an City, all they could hear was the watchman's gong and the time.
This feeling is really wonderful. Chang'an City is very quiet in the middle of the night.
It was so quiet that Zhao Xun could hear his breathing clearly.
As the saying goes, the first watch is for people, the second watch for gongs, the third watch for ghosts, the fourth watch for thieves, and the fifth watch for roosters.
The third watch is the time when hundreds of ghosts walk at night.
If Zhao Xun didn't believe this at all before he traveled through time, but after traveling to the Great Zhou Empire, he already had some faith in these strange and chaotic things.
However, bad people have extremely strong yang energy in their bodies, and ordinary evil spirits would not dare to get close to them.
According to Jia Xingwen, they must complete their mission and return to the prison before the rooster crows at midnight.
Therefore, even if everything is full, there is not much time left for them.
You must know that the house of the supervisory censor He Yuanshan is far away in Huaidefang, which is adjacent to the West City. When they leave Jiacheng and rush to Huaidefang, they almost have to cross the entire city of Chang'an!