Yu Qiansi's light eyes lightly passed over all the names like a feather, and finally stopped on the 20th day.
That day was the second day after the Zhaixing Tower incident. It was the day she took Zhang Yilun to the palace in disguise to conduct an autopsy. It was also the day the floating corpse was pushed into the water and drowned.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Su Fengcha stayed in the palace because he pleaded guilty in front of the emperor, but...
Yu Qiansi asked: "Master Shaoqing, were you also in the palace on the 20th?"
She remembered that they parted at the palace gate, and Shang Fu should have gone home.
"Speaking of this!" Shang Fu raised his head angrily and sat on the floor with his legs bent: "The old man in my family insists that I go into the palace to accompany Su Fengcha to plead guilty. If I don't go, I will be kicked out of the business!
You are saying that they are a bunch of old-fashioned people. It is clear that the saints have made a decree, but it is just a salary. They must deliberately act like "the old minister deserves to die" and misfortune himself. If you say it is self-punishment, I think it is just looking for an excuse.
To save my official reputation! I don’t know who to show it to!"
If he were a saint, one day he would be so angry at these show-loving ministers that he would be so depressed that he could not be relieved.
It also caused him to have to go to the palace and suffer the same fate, making the saint unable to sleep peacefully.
Fang Fuli, who was thinking about his way out, blushed when he heard this, and lowered his head as Yu Qiansi looked at him playfully.
He was planning to take advantage of his years of hard work in the Ministry of War to kneel down outside the Yuchen Hall and cry bitterly before finding a way to find a place for himself. Unexpectedly, he was exposed by this stupid young man named Merchant.
If you really do this, you won't be exposed by this guy from the merchant...
Why did Marquis Yongning give birth to such a helpless young man? It’s so annoying!
Xiang Yuqiansi here is still asking about the details of that day.
"Then Mr. Shaoqing, do you still remember who stayed in Yuchen Hall that night? Is there anything unusual?"
abnormal?
Shang Fu felt even more aggrieved: "The bluestone bricks of Yuchen Palace are unusually hard! The air-conditioning after nightfall went straight into my knees, and my knees became numb not long after I knelt... If it weren't for my kindness...
The supervisor sent us to rest, my legs must be useless now..."
Sensing Yu Qiansi's raised eyebrows, he instantly realized that he had gone astray again. He shook his head and thought for a long time before holding back a sentence: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yu, I was really tired that day. I just touched the pillow."
Fell asleep......"
Recently, due to the saint's wedding and the arrival of envoys in Beijing and the marriage of the princess, the Yuchen Palace has been particularly busy. If I remember correctly, that night was the second day after the princess's accident, and there were especially many people in the palace. He felt sorry for his knees.
, not paying attention to the surroundings at all.
Yu Qiansi was not surprised by Shang Fu's answer. If he could list everything clearly, it would make her suspicious.
The Shang Fu at the other end continued to check and identify one by one. The sun gradually disappeared between Qiong Yu. The Ministry of War lit up the lamp. Everything was quiet except for the slight sound of the friction between cloth and paper.
Just after Yu Qiansi refilled the tea bowl three times, Shang Fu suddenly turned over, lying on the map with his back stretched out, and roared: "Finally done!"
Fang Fuli felt a sudden shock in his heart, as his good days were coming to an end.
The people assisting from the Ministry of War on the side were worried and stepped forward to report: "Two adults, after checking these thirteen pictures that have been moved and other pictures...the ones that are missing are...
This is the map of Longyou Road..."
Fang Fuli had completely collapsed to the ground and was shaking like a bone. I'm afraid he just wanted to enter the palace and act, but he didn't have the strength.
Upon hearing this, Boyi on the side suddenly exuded an awe-inspiring aura.
Yu Qiansi couldn't help but look over, and what he recalled in his mind was what Boyi said when he was seriously injured in Yunzhong City.
His adoptive father called him Feng Qingyang.
The Feng family are the generals who guard Longyou Road.
She put down the tea cup in her hand, and the jade world at her fingertips exuded a lonely brilliance under the moonlight.
This matter... is getting more and more complicated.
But she has already touched the elastic cord of the cowhide sheath that is tied with the rope. All she has to do next is to pull it at the right time to trap all the monsters and monsters in it.
Just as he was waiting for instructions, he saw people from Dali Temple rushing over in a hurry and reported to Shang Fu: "Master Shaoqing, someone has robbed the prison..."
Shang Fu got up too hastily, staggered and almost fell down again: "What? Who dares to rob the prison?"
"Yes...it's General Xiang. Someone pretended to pass the imperial edict and took General Xiang away from prison. The Gyeonggi Guard has already sent people to chase him!"
Shang Fu turned to look at Yu Qiansi, who then noticed the people in the punishment department in the shadows of the corridor.
"Master Yu..." Shang Fu hesitated.
Yu Qiansi did not shirk, and issued an order in a cold voice: "Tell the Gyeonggi Guards that they must be kept alive! If anything happens to the general, everyone in the Gyeonggi Guards will be treated as collaborators!"
This incident happened suddenly. After Shang Fu led others away, Yu Qiansi was still thinking deeply.
The ambitions of the people behind the scheme are not ordinary, and they actually intend to uproot Xiang Jiajun's power.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for news that the Gyeonggi Guards almost shot and killed General Xiang and his party. Fortunately, Shang Fu and the others arrived in time and saved General Xiang, who was shot into a hedgehog. However, he was now unconscious and nothing was found.
And then, the saint's will was conveyed to her.
The saint was naturally aware of the stakes involved. This matter not only involved whether General Xiang had collaborated with the enemy and treason, but also worked with others to steal the map.
There are not many military generals in Da Sheng now, and regardless of whether the evidence is conclusive, if the military generals who enter the capital end up like this, I am afraid it will trigger a mutiny in the army. And at this time of peace talks, there is no guarantee that people with ulterior motives will not spread the news. Your Majesty wants
Unloading the mill kills the donkey, so we have to treat it with caution.
Yu Qiansi received the imperial edict, and the above edict was very simple.
The court meeting in three days is the last time His Majesty can delay. It is necessary to find out the truth before the court meeting.
Yu Qiansi accepted the order silently and went to sit at the stall where she usually went.
This hustle and bustle of the world steaming with fireworks will never be disturbed by any trivial matters.
Boyi stood in the distance and looked at it, but in the end he didn't come forward.
For him at this moment, there are also many questions that need to be resolved. If he doesn't know how to face himself, let alone comfort others?
This sudden moment of life and death gave him some ideas.
Following the beat of the dusk drum, he walked aimlessly along the increasingly sparsely populated streets, seemingly following the path of the cool evening breeze.
"Amitabha."
The chaotic thoughts in his mind were interrupted by this soft but powerful Buddha's name. He suddenly looked up and found that he had walked to the Yinlong Temple again.
It’s still the same little novice monk from last time.
Boyi nodded and chuckled: "Thank you for your hard work, little master. Master Jikong asked you to come here to stop me again?"
"No, almsgiver," the young novice monk made a "please" gesture and said, "Zen Zun said that today is a good time to answer my old friend's questions, and I specially ordered the young monk to wait here."
Boyi was filled with doubts. Is there a big difference between this time and last time? Why did he not see him last time but was willing to see him this time? But he still followed the young novice into Yinlong Temple.
When he walked to the entrance of the monastery, he happened to meet a woman dressed in white and wearing a power fence coming out of the monastery. The three met on the narrow path. Boyi stepped aside first and nodded to signal the woman to leave.
The woman under the power fence nodded gently to express her gratitude, and the white gauze in front of her swayed slightly.
The three of them intertwined and never met again.
In the courtyard, Ji Kong was still sitting under the window near the courtyard, looking at the prosperous garden, lighting a fire, and waiting for a cup of tea.
Boyi sat down and expressed the questions in his heart.
Ji Kong did not answer, but asked: "Donor, what did you ask about last time?"
Boyi hesitated for a moment and replied: "I want to know if there are so many more tragedies because of my intervention..."
"Then if it is as the donor thinks, will you stop what you are doing?"
"This..." Boyi's heart trembled, and he said sincerely: "No..."
This was a shadow that had been hanging over his head for ten years, and even if it cost him his life, he still had to make it clear.
"That's it. The donor already has the answer in his heart, so there is no need to come to the poor monk... It's just a waste of time to go back and forth like this."
Boyi smiled in relief and asked: "Then why this time..."
"Then I have to ask again, why did the donor come this time?"
Boyi held the hot tea in the cup tightly and looked at the warm fire aside, which added a bit of boredom to the late summer night.
He couldn't help but fell into a trance and began to think wildly.
Wouldn't it be hot for an eminent monk to hold a stove in summer?
Jingkong didn't rush him, just poured tea for him, and spent the rest of the time quietly with his eyes closed and chanting sutras. The only sound left between the two of them was the familiar and comforting sound of plucking Buddhist beads.
"I want to know...who I should be..."
He has many identities, but none of them are what he wants. Before coming to Beijing, he always deliberately did not think about these, but no matter how fast the horse ran, he could not escape these dangerous questions behind him.
Who should he be? How should he deal with himself? How should he conduct himself in the world?
He was troubled.
The last time I experienced life and death, I felt empty and helpless in my heart. When I was dying, all I could think about was boundless confusion except for the red dress in front of me.
"A name is just a sign. It can only determine where a person comes from and where he passes through, but it cannot represent a person's destination."
Ji Kong smiled clearly, as if he saw himself when he was young: "Everything can be done from the heart."
Is it okay to just follow your heart?
Boyi still had doubts in his eyes, but Jikong said no more.
The silence between the two men rose again in the small room amid the din of the fire.
For a long time, Ji Kong closed her eyes and finished reciting the sutra, then she opened her eyes and said, "I recently agreed to an old friend to help her recite sutras, and she cannot leave the meditation room. If the master of the jade hall is free, please invite her to come and sit."
Boyi knew that this conversation had come to an end, and he had to slowly understand the remaining puzzles by himself.
But he wasn't irritable either. This moment of peace had already made him feel much more relaxed physically and mentally.
Yu Qiansi came in and things were busy, so if she had time, she should be allowed to take a break.
After losing Ji Kong's life, he seemed to have received an imperial edict, and felt that he had a legitimate reason to see her. He bought some spicy vegetarian food, and before the curfew, he went back to find Yu Qiansi, walking at a steady pace.
