But this is the capital city, no matter how arrogant the officials are, they don’t dare to mess around. If you can be a capital official, everyone is the best among the best. Everyone is afraid of being poked in the back by others, so who can this backer be?
The only absolute power that Xia Zhaoyi could think of was that this matter had something to do with the royal family or the Dukes and Counts, and it just so happened that one of the crimes of Duke Dingguo was embezzling disaster relief grain and military medicines and supplies.
A cold wind was blowing in my face, the air was like ice, and it was bone-chilling. The black shadow in front of me climbed over the wall in the night, and its speed became faster and faster.
Xia Zhaoyi's short arms and short legs found it difficult to follow. When they followed all the way to Shengjing Street, the figure disappeared in the backyard of Duke Dingguo's mansion.
Xia Zhaoyi was stunned from a distance, looking at the courtyard gate over there.
It was dark everywhere, but occasionally there were lights, and the entire area of the Duke's Mansion was dark and lightless, and the silence was breathtaking.
She was sure that she was not mistaken, that person really disappeared in Dingguo Palace.
After a while, Xia Zhaoyi followed.
The weather has turned cold so fast in the past few days. The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers earlier have dispersed, leaving only a very cold residual fragrance in the air.
Xia Zhaoyi climbed over the high wall, jumped down, looked around, and intuitively walked towards his Xianyiju.
Or maybe it’s not called Xianyiju anymore. Now it’s been changed to Hegui Lake by someone I don’t know.
Weeds are luxuriant along the road, and they have not withered much in late autumn. They are withered and tangled together, and no one has cleaned them for a long time.
Occasionally, there will be strange insects chirping in the corners, and because it is particularly dark tonight, the shadows of trees and walls seen everywhere are much more sinister than when we came before, like ghosts in the dark night.
Xia Zhaoyi suddenly had a ridiculous feeling. The capital of Humanity was prosperous and rich, but in such a prosperous place with gold and jade, there was such a Dingguo Duke's Mansion in such a short period of time, as if sitting in a deserted tomb.
Everyone avoids him, everyone looks at him like a tiger or a leopard.
She walked step by step, suppressing all the emotions in her heart. When she approached Xianyiju, she was glad that her intuition was right.
There are people in the courtyard, and there is very little movement, but in a quiet environment, it is easy to be caught.
There is even the sound of the piano...
Xia Zhaoyi frowned, not knowing who was so brave to play the piano in the sealed-off Duke Dingguo's mansion at night.
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Dark clouds covered the sky, night filled the air, and the grass outside the courtyard was pitch black. The golden and jade eaves that once were covered with dead vines were covered with dead vines, and the carved beams and railings were gone.
There is another scene in the courtyard. There are two candlelights in the courtyard, covered with moonlight gauze. An ancient clumsy long piano lies on the stone table. Next to the piano is an elegant little wine pot. The wine pot is not used to hold wine.
Instead, it is burning with the backward flow of plum fragrance, which is very Zen-like.
The person playing the piano was a man, dressed in white, his long fingers plucking the strings intermittently, his expression a little careless.
The man in night clothes knelt respectfully in front of him.
"...The wind suddenly became very loud at that time. I didn't hear it very clearly. I only vaguely heard Lu Qianhai saying that this matter must be suppressed, and the superiors began to pay attention to it. Yu Kai always said yes, except when asking about this matter
No one mentioned anything else about whether the matter would involve him. As for the murderer, they had no clue. They suspected the Tang family at first, but they killed all the people in the Tang family who could be killed. They also had
They thought it might be a charlatan who did it, but they thought it was unlikely. They felt that if a charlatan came to take care of this matter, it would definitely not be so easy and simple. Maybe everyone would know about it, and the whole city would be in trouble."
The man in white said nothing, lowered his head slightly, and continued to play the piano.
The sound of the piano came from the darkness, one after another, and each sound was as gentle as pearls rolling to the ground.
"Lu Qianhai ordered them to transport Yu He's coffin out of the city in the next three days, and they can only do it at night. Lu Qianhai will go to the city defense to take care of it. If this is not done within three days, then Yu He's coffin will be transported out of the city.
The body was buried directly in the backyard of the house and planted with flowers and grass. Also, before Lu Qianhai left, he asked Yu Kai to give him one hundred thousand taels of cash in ten days."
The sound of the man in white suddenly stopped. He raised his head and finally said: "One hundred thousand taels? Cash in silver?"
"Yes, I want cash." The subordinate replied.
The man in white smiled: "Okay, okay."
"I haven't heard anything else. Do you want to go back now?"
"Well, let's go back." The man in white said.
The men took the order, turned around and walked away, quickly disappearing into the dark night.
The man in white plucked the strings again, and suddenly sped up the speed. His fingers touched the piano, and then he quickly twisted and picked.
A string of piano sounds flowed out, without any structure and in a mess.
After playing for a while, his palm suddenly pressed on the strings, stopping the mixed sounds.
"Annoying." The man in white uttered one word.
He doesn't know how to play the piano at all, but he just likes the sound of the piano. It sounds very crisp when he plucks it.
The fragrance of plum blossoms flowed sideways, the smoke was like a waterfall, and it was warm and elegant. After he let go of his hand, he fiddled with the strings a few more times, and still felt that the sound sounded better.
The sound of the piano was cold and cold, like ice beads, jade fragments, and phoenixes. Against the cold night, it was so cold and elegant, so charming and bright, as if a beautiful lady had returned, which made him like it to the extreme.
The wind blew, and a thin figure walked from outside the courtyard.
The man in white paused for a moment, then raised his head with some feeling. He was suddenly startled and froze over there.
The person who came was a child, about eleven or twelve years old. His face was covered with a layer of cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes.
Her steps were very peculiar, neither fast nor slow, and very light. With the night wind blowing in her face, her clothes were slightly bulging, as if she was riding the waves against the wind.
As he gradually came closer, Xia Zhaoyi saw his face clearly, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
The man in white was still looking at her, dumbfounded, and had not come back to his senses.
Ever since she appeared just now, he had fallen into such a daze. Although he was shocked, he didn't show it at all and just stood there in a daze.
Xia Zhaoyi came over and looked at him funny: "You're not scared?"
"Yes," the man said, "very scary."
On such a night, a child of unknown origin suddenly appeared in an empty deserted house. Anyone who has heard some ghost dramas and storytelling would be frightened. How could he not be frightened?
"It's scary, why are you here?" Xia Zhaoyi said, tilting his head slightly, "Aren't you afraid that I am a ghost?"
When she mentioned this, the man became more serious and asked: "Who are you and why are you here."
"Didn't I ask you first?" Xia Zhaoyi's face became a little more serious, and he asked unhappily, "If you don't want to stay at Duke Zheng's mansion, why are you here at Duke Ding's mansion?"
The man paused: "Do you know me?"
Xia Zhaoyi suddenly got goosebumps when she thought of the pages she had picked up here before and the words written on them.
