The two of them walked along the street at the entrance of Dongchang, talking and walking. When they arrived at the Dong'anmen Cross, the sun had already half-peeped its face from the distant horizon.
The soft, warm tones make the shadows of the two of them very long.
"You go to the Ministry of Justice to do some work, I'm going to the palace right now." Lin Shangli looked up at the magnificent city wall door of Dong'an Gate, and said slowly to Xiao Chen.
"Okay, Mr. Factory Master, go first." Xiao Chen slightly bowed his body in the direction of the doorway.
Lin Shangli nodded and walked straight towards the doorway.
After walking about three or five steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "If there is any unexpected situation, please report it to me in time. While I can still talk to the emperor, we can deal with it for a while."
Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, then he smiled broadly: "Don't worry, Mr. Factory Master, everything will be done in detail from now on. I will report the progress of the case to you every day."
Lin Shangli waved his hand: "Don't go to such trouble, just watch and deal with it. If you have any embarrassing things, just tell me."
After saying that, he put his hands on his back again, hunched his body, and walked toward the doorway with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Looking at Lin Shangli's obviously staggering steps, Xiao Chen couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "What's wrong with Mr. Factory Master now? Does he feel that he is old and about to become useless? Or is it because of Xiao Lizi's journey?
Have you seen the replacement of the old with the new?”
I am left alone, and there is nothing too urgent today anyway.
Xiao Chen, who usually didn't bother to go shopping, specially picked a street that was usually very busy and walked towards the Ministry of Punishment.
In the morning, when he was cooking poached eggs for Xiao Lizi, Xiao Chen wanted to cook two for himself.
However, with the factory owner in front of me, I was still embarrassed to do this.
He found a roadside bun stall that was crowded with people. Xiao Chen ordered a few meat buns, and asked the shopkeeper for a green onion. He peeled it clean a few times, took a bite of the green onion and a bite of the meat buns, and ate them with relish.
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"Shopkeeper, why didn't you serve the meat buns I wanted first, instead of serving them to others first?" A loud male voice with a questioning tone reached Xiao Chen's ears.
Is this talking about yourself?
Glancing at the meat bun in his hand that was dripping with oil after taking a bite, Xiao Chen couldn't help but look at the source of the sound.
When he looked over, the other person's eyes happened to be looking towards him.
This man is tall and tall, with a fat head and big ears. The weather in May is already a bit hot, but he still wears a brand new felt hat on his head.
Seeing Xiao Chen's gaze, he hurriedly avoided it and pretended to look elsewhere.
You have to worry about eating a steamed bun, which is really not worthy of your tall and muscular appearance.
Since the other party didn't directly bother him, Xiao Chen didn't bother to pay attention.
After eating all the buns on the plate in a few times, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then reached out and took out some broken silver, threw it towards the shopkeeper, and turned around to leave.
When he walked to the entrance of the criminal department, Li An, who was dressed in official uniform, came over with two buns in his hand and munched on them.
"Mr. Li didn't go home yesterday and was sleeping on the street?" Looking at Li An, Xiao Chen laughed.
"No." Li An was stunned, holding the bun in his mouth, and replied vaguely.
Afraid that he was not suitable, he lowered his head and looked at himself again. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised his head again and handed the bun in his hand to Xiao Chen: "Want one?"
Xiao Chen smiled and shook his head: "You're not sleeping on the streets. That's because there's no place for you to have breakfast in the Shangshu Mansion? Look at you, dressed in a second-grade official uniform of the imperial court, holding two buns in your hand and eating them while walking. This is
Everyone knows you, but if they didn’t know you, they would have thought you were a beggar, wearing stolen court clothes."
"Hey, that's what happened." Li An smiled, stuffed the bun in his hand into his mouth, and put the remaining intact bun into his arms. He clapped his hands and straightened up, "
Last night, the Punishment Department was busy very late, so I took a nap after I returned. The housekeeper couldn't bear to disturb my rest, so he stuffed me with a few steamed buns before I left in the morning. I didn't have much appetite along the way.
I felt hungry while walking. As soon as I started eating, you saw me and made fun of me. Am I unlucky?"
Xiao Chen didn't listen to Li An's words at all. His attention was always staring at the bun that Li An carried in his arms.
Not to mention whether the arms are clean or not, putting food like this in it always makes people feel sick and panicked.
If you accidentally bend down and the bun is crushed, the fat inside will flow all over. When the time comes, the diaphragm will respond and turn into clothes again.
"You eat, just finish it. Why are you putting the bun in your arms after eating half of it?"
"Didn't you say that wearing official uniform and eating steamed buns makes you look like a beggar?" Li An was stunned.
It was you who accused me, and I corrected myself, but you still accuse me.
"Take it out, let's go in after we finish eating." Standing on the same spot, Xiao Chen really couldn't do anything to Li An.
"It's you if you eat, and it's you if you don't eat. It's really troublesome." Staring at Xiao Chen, Li An took out the bun from his arms again and took a hard bite.
Knowing that Li An was angry with him, Xiao Chen ignored him, turned around, and looked at the pedestrians walking casually on the street.
Seeing that he couldn't even give Xiao Chen some comfort, Li An's pretending to be angry disappeared instantly, he hunched over, holding the bun in his hand, and took a step towards Xiao Chen.
"Hey, Brother Xiao, have you ever seen a monk buying meat buns to eat?"
"A monk buying meat buns?" Xiao Chen turned around, "Wine and meat passed through the intestines, and the Buddha stayed in his heart? Or is he just a fake monk who does not follow the Buddhist precepts?"
"Who knows." Li An smiled and took another bite of the meat bun, and the liquid oil suddenly filled the corners of his mouth.
He hurriedly raised his hand, scraped the big oil with his fingers, threw it to the ground, and continued: "The housekeeper said that he went to buy buns yesterday and saw a fat monk with big ears. He took out
With a felt hat on my head, I went to the bun stall and bought five big meat buns, which I ate with gusto."
Looking at Li An like those boring women on the street, actually talking about boring things, Xiao Chen's face was full of contempt: "Monks are human beings too, what's wrong with eating a meat bun? Do you think it's really that easy to achieve six cleanses?"
It’s just easy to say.”
"Hahaha, you put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately, but you want to eat meat buns. It's really hypocritical."
Li An laughed and stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Li An's words suddenly reminded Xiao Chen of the monk who stopped the butcher on the street from killing pigs and selling meat.
The monk said at that time: When you raise the butcher's knife, you are destined to die under the butcher's knife.
At that time, Xiao Chen felt very unhappy after hearing this sentence. He always felt that this sentence was not about the butcher, but about himself.
Now that I think about it, that sentence has nothing to do with the butcher's half cent. It basically talks about Dongchang's murderous act.
"What are you talking about, a fat monk wearing a felt hat and buying meat buns?" Xiao Chen raised his head and looked straight at Li An.
Seeing Xiao Chen's sudden serious expression, Li An was startled, thinking that something he said was wrong.
I didn't even have time to chew the bun in my mouth, so I swallowed it alive.
But when it got to his throat, it got stuck, and he couldn't go up or down. He choked and just rolled his eyes.
His mouth was wide open, and his hands were hurriedly scratching back and forth on his neck. His face gradually turned red because he was holding his breath.
"What's wrong? Are you choked?" Xiao Chen asked contemptuously.
Li An nodded desperately, holding his neck with both hands, and no sound could come out of his mouth.
Seeing that Li An really choked on the hot bun, Xiao Chen couldn't help but sigh.
Pushing away Li An's hands that were holding his neck, he straightened his right hand and gave a light chop on both sides of his neck. Then he went behind him, turned his palms into fists, and punched his back three times from top to bottom.
"Well, uh, uh..." Li An made a series of strange noises, his throat surged a few times, and finally a puff of turbid air came out of his mouth, and his red face gradually eased.
"Ah, this meat bun almost choked me to death." Li An wiped the sweat from his forehead and said slowly, as if he had survived the disaster.
"You're not a monk. If you choke to death on a meat bun, you won't see how the world will laugh at you."
Seeing Li An's behavior, Xiao Chen really didn't know what to say about him.
