Zhang Benchu, the chief steward of the mansion, walked to the cook's room carrying a lantern.
He patted the door and said directly: "Cheng Biao, are you asleep?"
"My father-in-law is hungry and wants to drink white fungus soup. Go get a bowl and bring it to the study."
There was no sound in the room.
Zhang Benchu was stunned for a moment, then patted the door twice more: "Cheng Biao? Cheng Biao?"
There was still no sound in the room.
As a subordinate of Duke Yun, Zhang Benchu was not polite and directly kicked open the door.
Zhang Benchu walked towards the bed.
The room was very dark and the view was limited.
He couldn't see clearly what was around him, he could only see someone lying on the bed.
Seeing that the man hadn't gotten up yet, Zhang Benchu became a little angry.
In ancient times, which cook of a wealthy family was not on call at all hours?
The master is hungry in the middle of the night, so you have to get up in the middle of the night to get him something to eat.
But what's going on?
You call him, and he still pretends to be dead?
Zhang Benchu raised his legs and kicked the bed board: "Get up, don't sleep."
The person on the bed was silent.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Benchu couldn't help but frown, and something was wrong in his heart.
He bent over and lowered his head to look at the person on the bed, trying to tell whether the person lying on the bed was the cook Cheng Biao.
But when he saw the person on the bed clearly, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and almost rolled and ran out of the room.
…
Vertical sun.
The city of Chang'an is in a state of chaos.
In the streets and alleys, almost everyone is talking about what happened in the Duke Yun's mansion last night.
"Hey, have you heard that a cook in Duke Yun's mansion died yesterday?"
"How could I not have heard about such a big thing? And I also heard that the cook died in a terrible condition. When he was found, not only were his orifices bleeding, but his hands and feet were even chopped off."
"Who do you think did this? How much hatred is there..."
In the huge city of Chang'an, not even one person dies. Not surprising.
Almost every day, poor people starved to death, and servants and maids were beaten to death by wealthy families.
However, Cheng Biao was the cook of Duke Yun's palace, and his death was so tragic that it would inevitably cause panic among the people.
Even Li Chengqian of Prince Qin's Mansion heard Xiao Chuzi talk about this.
"When he was discovered, the guy was already dead."
"Later, people from the Duke of Yun's Mansion called the man from Dali Temple to do an autopsy. The man said that this man's hands and feet were chopped off while he was still alive."
Little Chuzi shuddered with fear on his face: "I really don't know who that guy offended to be treated like this."
"I never imagined that there would be such a ruthless person in Chang'an City."
Li Chengqian shook his head and sighed: "But we don't need to panic about this. After all, we haven't offended anyone, so we don't need to be afraid of revenge..."
No one offended?
Little Chuzi gave Li Chengqian a strange look.
{Received contempt value +35 from the beginning of the week...}
What the hell?
Li Chengqian raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Chuzi.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?"
"Yes, yes, your highness is absolutely right."
The little Chuzi had a flattering smile on his face.
But it’s inevitable to feel guilty in your heart.
Not to mention that he offended Buddhism, which resulted in a lot of bald monks scolding him in Chang'an City.
Just talking about those aristocratic families, except for the Lu family and the Changsun family, almost all the others were holding their breath and wanted his life.
But luckily for him, he didn't feel alarmed at all, and instead felt good about himself.
Of course he was cursing secretly in his heart.
But Li Chengqian was cheating.
He can accept the contempt others have for him.
And Li Chengqian was in a good mood because he received letters from Xiao Chuzi one after another.
Despise the value and become worse.
He looked up at Xiao Chuzi and said, "You, go out and run around the yard ten times. You are not allowed to come back until you finish."
"ah?"
Little Chuzi looked confused and said at a loss: "Your Highness, why do you let your slave run around in circles?"
"Nothing, I'm happy just watching you run around, okay?"
Li Chengqian waved his hand indiscriminately and said: "Go and run laps quickly. If you can't finish, I will give you ten more laps."
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Qinghe and said, "Sister Qinghe, go and supervise him. If he dares to be lazy, just serve him with a broom."
Qing He, who had always been at odds with Xiao Chuzi, suddenly beamed with joy: "Okay, Your Highness, I will go right now and make sure he completes it meticulously."
What else can Xiao Chuzi say?
He just walked out with a look of grievance on his face.
{Received resentment value +99 from the beginning of the week...}
Damn it, after you despise yourself, you still dare to have resentment towards yourself?
Li Chengqian strode out of the house and shouted at the back of the little cook: "You have no dinner today."
So cruel...
Little Chuzi was completely dumbfounded.
He didn't know that just because of a few slanders in his heart, he would suffer such misery.
Looking at Li Chengqian who returned to the house angrily.
Little Chuzi looked at Qinghe with aggrieved face: "Sister Qinghe, can you let me run less laps..."
"roll!"
Qinghe replied directly to him.
She waved the broom in her hand and sneered: "His Highness said to run ten laps, just run ten laps, go and run."
It can be said that thirty years are in Hedong and thirty years are in Hexi.
In the early years, when Qingci Qinghe first entered the family, Xiao Chuzi relied on himself and Li Chengqian to grow up together and often bullied them.
Now that things are changing, he can't escape Qing He's broomstick.
This boy finally fell into his hands.
…
Inside the Manna Hall.< br>
Li Shimin looked at Changsun Wuji and Duke Yun Zhang Liang with a gloomy face.
He threw the report from below on Zhang Liang's face.
"It's just that if a little cook dies, you will cause trouble in the whole city."
"What else can I expect from you?"
Li Shimin's anger is not difficult to understand.
After all, in the past few years, there were wars, aristocratic families, and Buddhism. Chang'an City was in chaos, and Li Shimin could hardly live a day of peace.
It wasn't until this year that the four sides were at peace and the family was stable, things got better.
A few days after Li Shimin settled down, something happened to Zhang Liang's family again.
It was just the death of an insignificant cook, but this guy caused a storm in the city.
Isn't this just a matter of having nothing to do and finding something to do for yourself?
To be honest, if it wasn't for the sake of remembering that at the beginning, this guy faced Li Yuan's severe torture and kept secret about his attempt to seize power.
Li Shimin really wanted to kill this guy directly.
He has no serious abilities and always gets himself into trouble.
What's the use of keeping such a person?
Faced with Li Shimin's rage, Zhang Liang was frightened into silence, lowering his head and not daring to speak.
Changsun Wuji, who was on the side, pursed his lips and said, "Your Majesty, since the matter has come to this, there is no other way."
"We can only find out the murderer as soon as possible and give an explanation to the people of Chang'an. Otherwise, if this trend continues, it will not end well."
Who doesn’t know this?
But how can the murderer be so easy to catch?
The huge city of Chang'an has a permanent population of over one million.
Catching a murderer who has long since disappeared among millions of people is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Li Shimin rubbed his head with a headache and said: "In that case, then go to Dali Temple and supervise this matter personally."
"I only give you seven days. After seven days, I will hear the news that the murderer has been executed..."