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When a post station appeared in front of him, the disciple leading a thin mule shouted happily.
"Master, we have a place to stay," he said.
Behind him, Qiao Minghua, who was also sitting on a thin mule, hummed with a dull expression.
It was almost evening at this time, and it was very lively with people coming and going in front of the inn.
The people who come and go dress differently and are naturally treated differently.
Master Qiao Minghua and his apprentice waited patiently.
It took a long time before a chubby Yi Cheng came over.
"Suitable," he said, holding out his hand.
The disciple hurriedly took out his identity documents.
Yi Cheng shook it off carelessly, looked at it and immediately burst into laughter.
"Oh, it turns out to be the military doctor from Mobei." He smiled and hurriedly extended his hand to invite me.
The people going in and out next to me were very surprised when they heard it.
Look at these two people, who are holding a thin mule and wearing cloth clothes, but still inconspicuous in the crowd. They are treated so politely by the Yi Cheng who cares most about people's dishes. Could it be that this person has a good background? Isn't it true that people can't be judged by their appearance?
When I heard that he was called a military doctor, I was shocked.
Military doctor?
Although today's military doctors have their own official positions just like those generals, their merits are not as obvious as those of those generals. Therefore, they are rarely promoted. Basically, they just stay in one position, which is not considered at all.
Anyone who needs special courtesy.
What happened to this Yi Cheng? He was more happy than meeting a county magistrate.
"Are you going to the capital?" Yi Cheng led the two of them in and chatted.
"Yes." The disciple replied.
Qiao Minghua remained silent.
When the clerk asked about it, Yi Cheng felt a little uneasy.
"I'm so sorry. The upper house is gone." He said, apologetically.
"It's okay, we can just live in Tongpu." The disciple replied.
Yi Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked people to lead him away. Then he thought of something else.
"It's just that someone already lives over there in Tongpu." He said, looking hesitant.
"What's wrong?" The disciple asked in confusion, "Isn't he allowed to live together?"
"No, no," Yi Cheng said hurriedly, "This person is a bit weird."
"Everyone in this world is different, that's okay." Qiao Minghua said.
Yi Cheng glanced at him and realized that this man was not mute.
He stopped talking and let the two people be led to Tongpu.
"Sir, let these two people live in the same room as the man with the skeleton on his back?" A clerk came over and asked in a low voice, "That guy is so weird. It scares these two military doctors to report to Master Hu.
We are just afraid that we will lose a sum of money..."
Yi Cheng reached out and touched his chin, looking at the backs of the two people.
"It should be fine. I think these two people are quite weird." He said, shaking his head, "Besides, they are military doctors and have seen a lot of life and death on the battlefield. It would be perfect to live in the same room with that person."
"This is it." The clerk pointed to the house in front of him and said.
The lights were on in the room, and a tall and thin figure was cast on the window. He seemed to be reading a book and practicing calligraphy while sitting at the table.
The disciple thanked him.
"Our mule, please feed me a handful of beans," he said with a smile, taking out two coins and giving them to the clerk.
The clerk smiled and refused to answer.
"No need to use this. You work hard every day and earn a salary in exchange for your life. We can't take it." He said and left without saying anything.
The disciple shook his head and smiled while holding the money.
"Master, it's really strange. Isn't it said that the people in these stations are the best at flattering others and looking at money? Why are these people so polite to us along the way? It seems that we have misunderstood them." He said.
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Qiao Minghua looked numb.
"None of our business," he said, reaching out and pushing the door open.
As soon as the door was pushed open, Qiao Minghua thought that the door was old and sunken, so he pushed harder and pushed again.
The door made a clanging sound, obviously it was locked from the inside.
The sound alarmed the people inside.
"What?"
a man's voice asked.
"Resident." The disciple said hurriedly.
There was silence inside the door, and then there was a crashing sound, as if the man was cleaning up something.
"Wait a moment," he said.
What are you doing? Are you counting the money with the door locked?
The disciple curled his lips and had no choice but to wait.
After waiting for a moment, the door was opened, and under two dim oil lamps, a man in black stood in front of him.
The lantern hanging under the door illuminated his description.
He was about thirty years old, with fine features and handsome features, but his face was thin and unsmiling, making him look a little cold.
He briefly looked at Qiao Minghua and the two, then turned and walked away.
Qiao Minghua and his disciples walked into the house and saw that a blanket had been spread out on the bunk bed, which obviously belonged to this man.
The disciple then hurriedly unfolded other bedding.
Qiao Minghua put the baggage on the table.
A large square box has been placed on the table, and the man is packing pens, ink, paper and inkstones in front of the table.
Qiao Minghua saw the densely written words on the papers he had collected.
He was not a talkative person, and this man didn't seem to talk much either. There was a silence in the room.
"Is this lord going to the capital?" The young disciple made the bed and couldn't stand the silence, so he asked enthusiastically.
The man hummed, apparently not wanting to continue the conversation.
The disciple was shocked. It was indeed strange, but it was nothing. If he didn't talk, he wouldn't talk. It's not like he had never seen people who didn't like to talk, such as his master.
The man packed his things and inadvertently saw Qiao Minghua's baggage.
Qiao Minghua was frugal and used military-issued backpacks marked with red crosses to carry his luggage.
"Are you a doctor?" the man suddenly asked.
Qiao Minghua hummed and didn't seem to want to continue the topic.
"Yes, yes, we are military doctors, from Mobei." The disciple said enthusiastically.
The man looked at them, his expression changed, and he actually smiled.
The cold face suddenly became kind and bright.
"The military doctor from Mobei," he said. "He's from Mobei."
He repeated the word "Mobei" on both sides. The former "Mobei" was a sigh, and the latter one was a bit sad.
Qiao Minghua ignored it, found a wooden barrel and a copper basin, and prepared to wash up.
The man stopped talking and seemed to be distracted. Under the oil lamp, his expression seemed sad or happy.
This man was really weird, and the disciples couldn't help but muttered when they saw him.
"Hurry up and get some sleep. We have to travel early tomorrow morning," Qiao Minghua said.
The disciple said yes. He put away his thoughts of talking to this man, hurriedly fetched water, and washed with Qiao Minghua. When they were ready to go to bed, the man stood up from the table to wash himself and go to bed.
The lights in the house went out. Night enveloped the room.
Master Qiao Minghua and his disciples were very tired from the bumpy journey, especially when the young disciple could eat and sleep. He fell asleep after touching the pillow. He suddenly started snoring.
Qiao Minghua heard the man over there turning over. He was disturbed by his disciple's shouts and couldn't sleep, right? However, Qiao Minghua had no intention of waking up his disciple or anything.
When you are in this world and away from home, you can never do anything according to your own wishes.
He turned over and wrapped himself in a quilt.
"You are military doctors from Mobei..."
The man over there suddenly spoke, his voice trembling a little. He seemed excited and sad at the same time.
"So you all know each other," the man continued.
Qiao Minghua listened, but the man stopped at this moment.
Do you know him? Have you known him since?
What's the meaning?
Qiao Minghua speculated in his mind, but heard no movement over there, then turned over and fell asleep.
What a...weird person.
He muttered in his heart and closed his eyes.
But before they fell asleep, a sharp shout from outside the door startled them.
"Killed!"
This shout made the whole station boil.
In the backyard, torches lit up half the sky.
Outside the cook's and handyman's room at the inn, a fat man was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, staring.
The guard at the inn took his hand away from his nose.
"Dead." He shook his head and said.
Hearing this, a man on the side who was held down by two people and had blood on his hands suddenly turned ashen.
"It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" he shouted loudly, struggling desperately.
"Shi Laosan! You are still making excuses! It's not you who did it! They all saw it, it was you holding the knife, and there was blood on your hands! Shi Laosan, you just had a fight with Boss Xiong a few days ago.
, threatened to kill him, but you actually did it!" Yi Cheng shouted loudly, glaring at the man angrily.
"No, no, I wanted to kill him, but I really didn't kill him! This knife was held by Shi Laosan himself. I saw him snatching it away in fear. The blood doesn't care about me. I'll do it.
He was like this when he was young, sir, sir, I was wronged!" the man cried.
"Whether it's unfair or not, go to the county government office and complain." Yi Cheng shouted, and then looked at the clerk on the side, "Has the person who notified the county government office arrived?"
"I'll come as soon as I'm notified." The clerk nodded and said.
Yi Cheng snorted and was about to say something when he suddenly saw someone walking directly towards the corpse from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but be startled.
"What are you doing?" he shouted, looking over there.
Qiao Minghua came here with that man.
Hearing the word "life", the doctor's instinct made him come over. As for why this man came over, he must be watching the fun.
But I didn't expect that the man went straight to the corpse. Isn't it too much to watch the excitement?
He actually squatted down and looked at the dead body...
The people around him also came back to their senses, pointing and pointing in surprise.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Yi Cheng shouted, rushing up without any hesitation and calling to everyone, "Quick, pull him away!"
The man stood up by himself at this time, looked at Yi Cheng and others who rushed over, and then looked at the man who was pressed to the ground and crying bitterly.
"He is not a murderer." He said with a calm expression.
Everyone looked at him blankly.
Crazy?
"You, you, go away, go away. If you say he is not a murderer, then he is not. Who are you?" Yi Cheng came to his senses and shouted, furious.
No wonder he had long thought this man was weird, he turned out to be a lunatic!
What this kind of person is holding is probably stolen, right?
I really shouldn't have let him come in!
Before he finished speaking, there was another commotion outside, and the county government officials came to arrest the first person.
"Master Li, I was about to kill someone. But I caught him on the spot." Yi Cheng hurriedly took it and said loudly, with a hint of merit.
"It wasn't him who killed him. This man killed himself accidentally."
A male voice approached Yi Cheng and said.
Yi Cheng turned around angrily.
"Hurry up and arrest this madman!" he shouted.
Before he finished speaking, the head catcher beside him let out a grunt, ignored him and went straight towards the man.
"Are you Mr. Yuan, the lieutenant of Dingwang County?" the head catcher asked with some respect.
The man looked at him and nodded.
"I am Yuan Ziqing," he said, "but I am no longer Ding Wang's lieutenant."
The head catcher's attitude was more respectful and he was busy smiling and saluting.
"Congratulations on your promotion, my Excellency, Li Kun. I had the honor to meet Master Yuan once during the case of the headless man's body in Wanghu Village," he said.
Yuan Ziqing nodded.
"This man did not commit suicide." He said, while wiping his hands with the clean part of the deceased's clothes, he stood up and pointed to the dead body on the ground. "It should be that he suffered an emergency while cutting meat. He fell down and injured his own vital organs and died."
Yi Cheng and others were stunned when they heard this.
Why? It’s like you’ve seen it before!
But I saw the catcher nodding his head repeatedly.
"Yes. Thank you, sir." He said.
Yuan Ziqing stopped talking. He stood up and walked away.
Everyone, including Qiao Minghua, looked shocked.
Is this the end? It’s finalized?
"Let him go, let him go," Capt. Li said, shouting to the man who was being held down over there.
The man howled.
"Thank you, Master Qingtian! Thank you, Master Qingtian!" He cried wildly with joy as if he had escaped from death, and kowtowed in the direction the man left.
Thank you for what? Thank you for what he said.
"What? He is Mr. Yuan! Mr. Yuan Ziqing, the divine judge of Dingwang County!" Li Captou said with a glare, facing the questioning of everyone, with a look on his face that is strange to you.
As soon as the word divine judgment came out, some people suddenly understood.
"Oh, it's the divine judge who uses bones to testify against the murderer!"
"It's the divine judge who solved the bloody coffin case!"
Such words spread wildly, and the people present suddenly had no doubts. Instead, they were suddenly enlightened.
"Since the divine judge said it was not a homicide, it must not be the case." Everyone said.
Qiao Minghua no longer cared about what the guards were checking on the spot. He looked at the direction the man left in surprise.
This man turns out to be so powerful.
The onlookers at the scene were dispersed, and Qiao Minghua had no intention of watching anymore. He hurriedly walked back, and Yuan Ziqing's figure appeared not far in front of him. When he came to the door, the disciples' screams came from the room.
Qiao Minghua quickened his pace and walked through the door almost at the same time as Yuan Ziqing.
In the room, the disciple was sitting on the ground, holding an oil lamp in his hand, looking in front of him in panic.
A box fell in front of him. The box spread out, and white bones rolled out on the ground. A skull was facing the disciple.
"Master, Master." The disciple crawled toward Qiao Minghua in fear.
Anyone wakes up in confusion in the middle of the night and sees that Master and others who were there before going to bed are no longer around, and the outside is in a mess. He hurriedly gets up to light a lamp, but accidentally touches the broom and pushes away the box on the table. The oil lamp turns on.
The moment he died, he was frightened to see the human bones standing beside his feet.
Yuan Ziqing looked calm, walked over, and slowly put the bones back into the box.
"You are doctors." He turned to look at the master and apprentice and smiled, but this smile was a bit sarcastic, "You are still afraid of corpses?"
After he said this, he no longer looked at the master and apprentice.
The disciple calmed down at this time. He was not afraid, but it was too sudden...
"How do you know that person suffered from self-inflicted injuries?" Qiao Minghua couldn't help but asked curiously.
Yuan Ziqing had already sorted out the box, put it back on the table, reached out and patted it, as if the box contained some kind of rare treasure.
"How do you know that one medicine can treat one disease?" He asked instead without answering.
Qiao Minghua was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stopped asking.
"Are you..." He hesitated and changed the topic.
Yuan Ziqing shook his head.
"I'm going to bed. I don't like talking to people before going to bed," he said.
Qiao Minghua had no choice but to swallow his words.
What a weird person.
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From the excitement last night to now, I have barely slept, I can’t stand it anymore, I haven’t finished writing, so I’ll leave this point aside and continue writing tomorrow. After updating, I noticed that it’s already tomorrow... Then there is another chapter tonight. (Unfinished)
