Luo nine needles

Chapter 165

It was almost dawn, and the city gate guards were at their most exhausted, struggling to wait for their shift change.

But at this moment, the shouts of patrolling guards came from the city wall.

"who!"

"City defenses must not approach!"

problem occurs?The guard at the city gate suddenly felt exhausted, and hurried out to follow the prestige, and saw a person squatting under the city wall in the distance...
The guards on the city wall are raising their crossbows.

"Hey!" A guard patted his leg, "It's Zhang Yuan!"

The other person also came to his senses, angry and anxious: "This kid is sick again!"

The two hurriedly ran out while shouting at the guards on the city wall.

"It's my own—"

"Don't shoot the arrow—"

……

……

The city gate guards couldn't remember when Zhang Yuan started to suffer from the habit of squatting under the city wall.

I vaguely remember it was after a rainy day.

First, he walked around the city wall every day, muttering to himself while touching the city wall.

After walking around for a few days, I suddenly yelled and laughed a few times, and then I always stood in a fixed place, staring at the city wall obsessively.

"Can't you see it? This trace." He also questioned them, pointing to the half-waist position on the city wall.

There was a long scratch there.

The city wall of the capital city has been longer than the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although it has been repaired many times, the mottled traces are still everywhere. What is so strange about it.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuan was not too crazy. After being reprimanded by the Shangguan a few times, he didn't come here to watch it—he started to escape and run around.

Why did you suddenly go to see the city wall again?

Several people dragged Zhang Yuan back to the city gate and shouted at each other.

"Where did you go again?"

"General Wu said that he will drive you away and not let you guard the city gate."

"Hurry up and talk to him, and then talk to your second uncle. After all, the relationship between the old family is—"

Before they finished speaking, Zhang Yuan snorted: "I am willing to come here to guard the city gate to solve the case, and now I have a clue, so I don't need him to chase me away, just leave."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and strode away.

A few guards were left inexplicably.

"What case?"

"What case did he come to the city gate for?"

"Didn't he offend the governor and be dismissed?"

Zhang Yuan who walked out looked back, no one remembered the murder of Liu Xiucai.

But it didn't matter, he remembered.

He will definitely bring the murderer to justice.

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The gate of Jingzhao Mansion is majestic, but it is different from other yamen that make people retreat and solemn. It is in charge of the thirteen cities of Gyeonggi Province, which is very busy and noisy.

Officials, soldiers and guards came and went, some were crying, or telling the people angrily, mixed with prisoners escorted by guards.

These two days were even busier. It was said that there was a massacre in one city with a large number of deaths. In addition, the murderer and Mo Tu were involved, and the local government immediately sent them to Jingzhao Mansion.

The Jingzhao Mansion didn't dare to ignore it, because there was the Duchasi present at that time.

With Duchasi watching, there was no way to pretend to be confused, otherwise it might become an excuse for Duchasi to take them down in the future.

Gentlemen on the top, the miscellaneous officials below are even more busy.

Several book offices were busy from early morning to noon that day, and they didn't even have time to drink tea.

"Is Lord Lin there?" Someone raised the curtain and shouted.

An old official who was arranging documents with his back behind the door said angrily, "Not here."

Someone came over from behind: "Master Lin is so busy."

The forest official turned his head to look at the man, wearing old clothes, unshaven, and a dark face...

He looked like a loafer who would be kicked out if he stood at the door.

But he was able to walk all the way into the official hall...

"Zhang Canjun is here again." Lin Li said indifferently, "What orders do you have this time?"

In the past, Zhang Canjun was called respectfully, but now it is humiliated and ridiculed.

But Zhang Yuan wasn't angry at all, and he wouldn't punch anyone who dared to tease him like before.

Now he was smiling all over his face, and held out a clay pot with both hands: "I'm here to tell the officials to drink a bowl of licorice soup no matter how busy they are."

Lin Li smiled, and the other two people in the room also looked over and joked, "Zhang Canjun's orders are great."

"This is the iced licorice soup from Cao's shop. It's the best way to relieve summer heat." Zhang Yuan said, and took out a paper bag from his sleeve, "There are also candied fruit."

The forest official looked at the name of the store written on the candied fruit, which is also a famous product in the capital, the impatience in his eyes disappeared, and he put his hand in his mouth and said: "This is not cheap, Zhang Canjun spent a lot of money."

Zhang Yuan poured a cup of licorice soup with his own hands, and held it in front of the forest official with the candied fruit in one hand.

"Mr. Lin, what are you talking about, please don't call it a fee!" He stared and said with a smile, "And it's not a fee. When I really resume my post in the army, I will let everyone know what a fee is. "

As he spoke, he lowered his body and handed it over again.

The forest official didn't refuse any more, took the tea with one hand, pinched a candied fruit with the other, and said with a smile: "Then let's enjoy the glory of Zhang Canjun."

The other two officials also brought tea soup, Zhang Yuan greeted them to eat candied fruit, and then walked a few steps aside while supporting Lin Li's arm.

"Master Lin, I'm really sorry for your trouble." He said with a smile.

The forest official drank his tea slowly, and glanced at him: "What's the trouble? Didn't I write you a letter and asked you to go out for a run? Isn't that enough?"

Zhang Yuan smiled apologetically: "Not enough, not enough, I also want to see the registers of our capital city over the past year."

This is not a small matter, Lin Li frowned and looked at him: "What do you want to do with this? Besides, if you want to check the nationality, you need the governor to approve the papers."

Zhang Yuan put his shoulders on his shoulders, almost sticking to him, and his big beard would stick to the Lin official's face: "Master Lin, Grandpa Lin, what a big deal is the approval of papers. When I make a comeback, I will just make up the papers for you."

As he spoke, he bowed and bowed again and again, and stuffed a money bag into the sleeve of the forest official.

This is indeed not a big deal, and the records of the Jingzhao Mansion are not as important as the Ministry of Officials.

Feeling helpless because of being torn apart, the forest official touched Zhang Yuansai's money, and took out a pair of cards from his sleeve: "That's all, all right."

Zhang Yuan snatched the pair of cards: "Thank you, Lao Lin."

After all, he rushed out.

The official Lin was almost knocked down, so he pouted angrily: "Call Lao Lin when you run out."

An official next to him laughed and said, "Be content, he used to call us old guys."

Lin Li shook his clothes: "No, who would have thought that we could still be called Lord by Zhang Yuan and drink his tea and candied fruit."

"I didn't expect to see Zhang Yuan bowing his knees and begging for mercy." Another official said, with disdain on his face, he asked curiously, "What is he looking for? Day and night, shameless and skinless? I heard that the gates of the city are closed. If you don’t guard well, the city gate guards will also drive him away.”

"It is said that someone was found to be hiding a forbidden device a while ago." Lin Li said, "I want to catch it, make meritorious service, and then the official will be restored to his original post."

An official laughed: "It's really a dream."

He, Zhang Yuan, was demoted not because he was disadvantaged in his errand, but because he acted recklessly and offended the governor.

If you want to come back, making meritorious service is not enough.

Lin Li said with a smile, "It's pitiful to see his crazy appearance. Just dream, it's just a thought."

The other two shook their heads: "It's all self-inflicted."

While talking, someone came in again, raising his eyes and drawing out his voice: "Get yesterday's mansion newspaper brochure—" Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and went out, and the lingering voice came from outside the door, "—send it to Counselor Luo. "

The official Lin hurriedly said respectfully to the outside: "Send it now." Then he got up and looked at the two, and stared, "What are you still doing in a daze! Let's work!"

Until dusk fell, the treasury official knocked on the door and window impatiently: "Lock it, lock it, please go early tomorrow."

As Zhang Yuan flipped through the pages quickly, he replied repeatedly, "Here we come." Until the little official grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out, he shrugged his shoulders and left amidst scolding.

The lights on the street were already lit, the footsteps returning home was in a hurry, the guests in the restaurants and teahouses were laughing and laughing, and there were even singers singing. Zhang Yuan walked through the noise all the way to a remote alley in the north of the city. The houses in the alley were small and there were no lights.

Hearing footsteps, a voice called out in the dark, "Boss?"

Zhang Yuan looked forward and saw someone squatting on the ground in front of a house door, and stood up as he spoke.

"Shuanzi, why are you here?" Zhang Yuan opened the door and walked in, lit the oil lamp in the room, and saw that the person who followed in was a former subordinate of Jingzhao Mansion, "Don't call me the boss. "

Shuanzi smiled and put a food box on the table: "My mother steamed meat pies and asked me to bring them to you for a taste. She said you like her steamed pancakes the most."

"Thank you, auntie." Zhang Yuan said, not being polite, he opened the food box and took out the steamed cakes.

"It's getting cold..." Shuanzi wanted to say, but seeing that Zhang Yuan had already wolfed down his food, he swallowed back the hot words.

Under the oil lamp, the man ate so much that his face was covered with oil residue, he ate five of them in one go, and choked so much that he hiccupped.

Shuanzi hurriedly picked up the teapot, but found that the teapot was empty. Zhang Yuan had already rushed to the water tank to scoop up cold water and drank it. After half a scoop, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his stomach and stood up straight.

Shuanzi looked complicated: "Boss, how are you going..."

It's really neither human nor ghost.

"These are not important." Zhang Yuan waved his hand and said, his brows and eyes were full of excitement, "the case of the murder of Liu Xiucai by the ground dragon has finally made progress."

Shuanzi was stunned for a moment, he couldn't remember what Gundilong and Liu Xiucai were, but when he thought about it, his expression was very complicated, as if it happened in his previous life.

"Boss," he said, "you haven't given up yet?"

"Give up what?" Zhang Yuan said with a smile, "The case in my hand, the murderer has not been brought to justice, I will never give up, don't talk about it."

He swallowed the pancake.

"I can already confirm that the thief who robbed Gundilong is in the capital. Since I found the sword mark on the city wall, I walked the route I escorted back then, and questioned people along the way, especially those who passed by me. , and found that one identity appeared.”

Shuanzi asked curiously, "What identity?"

Zhang Yuan looked at him: "Girl, Xiu Niang."

Embroidery girl?Shuanzi froze for a moment.

"Do you still remember Zhao Wu's injury when he robbed Gundilong back then?"

Zhang Yuan went on to say, reaching out and pressing on his eyelids.

"The eyes are sewn up. Sewing is exactly what embroiderers know."

Shuanzi looked a little hesitant: "But people with high martial arts can use flying flowers, picking leaves, threading needles and threading threads as weapons."

It is a bit too far-fetched to say that this thief is the identity of the embroidered mother.

As for the people passing by along the way, there are many embroidered women in the world, and it's not that they don't go out of the gate and don't go out, it's very common to walk.

He looked at Zhang Yuan with sympathy in his eyes, and the boss was too obsessed and a little dazed.

Zhang Yuan didn't care about his eyes.

"I know what I'm saying sounds ridiculous."

He looked excited.

"But her sword marks appeared outside the capital again."

"I have already found out from the Jingzhao Mansion that there is an embroidered lady of her native place, who appeared when I checked along the way."

He took a piece of paper from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.

Shuanzi looked through the oil lamp and saw that there were many names written on this piece of paper, the lines were chaotic, but one of the names was heavily circled.

Xucheng, Chenzhou, Xiuniang Qixing.

(End of this chapter)