Luo nine needles

Chapter 41

In the dark night, Zhang Yuan took a deep breath and looked ahead.

This is the westernmost part of the capital, there is no curfew now, and it is bustling at night, but the bustling seems to be isolated from here.

It's not that there are no lights here, the whole street is hung with lights, especially the mansion at the end, the front door is as bright as day.

The night is palpitating, and the lights can warm people's hearts, but there is no such effect here.

It's as bright as daylight here, but it makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

Perhaps it was because there was no one there, or because the word "Huo Zhai" was gloomy on the door.

Zhang Yuan didn't really want to deal with the Duchasi either, since Duchasi and other people are not human beings.

But there is no way, just as Liu Yan said just now, Motu knew that he was not tolerated by the government, so he acted secretly, and he really couldn't find a clue.

Zhang Yuan let out a deep breath, strode to the door of Huo's house, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

The knock on the door was particularly piercing in the silence.

There are not many people who dare to knock on the door of Duchasi in the middle of the night, right?

That's right, this is Huo's house, where the Duchasi is located.

Liu Yan regards Dali Temple as his home, while Huo Lian regards his family as the capital inspector.

When the Duchasi was separated from Yushitai, the emperor chose a place to set up a government office, which was supposed to surround the imperial city, but Huo Lian disliked that the place here was too small.

"We need to set up a prison, we need to set up a torture room, and we need to set up a military and guard school." Huo Lian said, "It's better to set up the government office in my house. The place is big."

"Then Huo Dudu will be wronged." The emperor agreed with some apology.

Why are you wronged? Huo Lian's mansion is the mansion of Xicheng King Jin when he was the prince. It occupies a large area and is luxurious.

At the beginning, the prince envied this mansion very much. After Jin Wang granted it to the outside world, the prince often borrowed it and moved all his wives and concubines here.

At that time, we were really brotherly, loving, respectful and harmonious.

Zhang Yuan thought wildly, and as soon as his hand fell to nothing, the door opened.

A young man in his 20s probes.

"Who are you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" He asked with a sleepy look, "I'm already asleep, I was woken up by you."

No wonder, Zhang Yuan sneered in his heart, what was he pretending, since he walked into this street, he had been watched by these Yin soldiers, and when he approached the door, all three generations of his grandparents were found out.

"Jingzhao Mansion Judiciary joined the army Zhang Yuan, I have a case and asked Governor Huo for advice." He raised his hand and saluted.

The young man looked him up and down, smiled and said, "It's strange, everyone is afraid that we will get involved in their case, and you, Lao Zhang, were the first one to come to our door for help."

As he spoke, he reached out and patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder.

"That's right, we all share the worries and problems for His Majesty, and also for everyone. You can see that it's great that we are enthusiastic."

"Come on, come in, don't be shy."

Zhang Yuan was dragged in by the young man with a stiff face, putting his shoulders on his shoulders.

Regardless of whether the young man recognized him or not, Zhang Yuan knew him, just like Liang Si adopted the eight righteous sons and raised them for important use, and Huo Lian also raised several capable generals around him.

Some are in charge of criminal work, some are in charge of punishment, some are in charge of spying, and some are in charge of pioneering assistants.

Zhu Chuan was the latter.

It is said that this man is also an orphan who was picked up by Huo Lian and acted as a servant by his side. When Huo Lian learned the truth, he also flew into the sky.

And more doglegs.

He rushed to do what Huo Lian wanted to do, and he was even more ruthless.

That day Zhang Yuan saw Zhu Chuan beheading people in Dali Temple to clean up the cell, and walked away with his head hanging on his waist with a smile.

People like Duchasi are inhumane, and the humane ones can't stand here.

"You're still busy so late, have you eaten yet?"

"I'm bound to be hungry after eating. It just so happens that we also want to eat late at night. Let's go together."

"Hurry up and call Lao Guozi, and add another person."

"Old Zhang, do you drink?"

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more strange, Zhang Yuan hurriedly avoided Zhu Chuan's hand by saluting.

"I'm investigating the Motu murder case. I'm suffering from the secretiveness of my whereabouts, and I can't get it. I heard that Huo Dudu had dealt with the Motus back then. I'm here to ask for advice." He explained his purpose, "I wonder if I can see Huo Dudu."

Zhu Chuan lowered his face: "So you only come here to seek benefits, and don't bother to drink and eat with us? Then just wait."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhang Yuan was left on the spot, the courtyard was brightly lit and empty like outside the gate.

Look, you know these guys are moody.

Although Liu Yan of Dali Temple spoke very irritatingly, Zhang Yuan felt that he was at least popular.

He stood there motionless, so just wait.

In Dali Temple, if he broke into it, the guards would catch him and threaten to send him to prison.

But here, no one seems to stop him, but he believes that as long as he takes one more step forward, the hidden soldiers hidden around him can cut off his leg directly.

Of course Zhu Chuan wouldn't immediately ask Governor Huo for instructions, he could meet anyone who came, so who would the governor be?

He stepped into a hall, the hall was brightly lit, and there was a cauldron in the middle, as expected, a circle of people were eating meat and drinking.

"That kid doesn't dare to come and eat." He said, pouted, and sat down.

"It's not bad if you dare to call the door." Luojihu said with a smile.

Zhu Chuan snorted: "What's so good about calling the door? If you come to beg us to do something, you can either play with us with shame or bring some gold and silver treasures. He doesn't want anything, just ignore him."

Luojihu said: "Since it is the remnants of King Jin, shall we take care of it?"

"That's right, the governor goes out on inspections every year to track down these remnants." Another person said, "Now that they appear under our noses, we can't ignore them."

As the governor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, she was an inseparable person from the emperor's side, so she could not leave the capital according to reason, but Huo Lian would go out every year to track down the remnants.

The emperor wished to destroy the ashes of those who were related to King Jin, and not allowing one to escape, so Huo Lian was allowed to travel.

It's just that I have been traveling for four years and have not gained anything.

Unexpectedly, when he came back from outside this time, Motu appeared in the capital.

But Huo Lian didn't pay attention to it except to remind Liu Yan at Dali Temple.

Zhu Chuan gnawed at the meat and smiled: "The governor wants to catch a big fish. The case of Liu Xiucai must have been done by a Motu from out of town. Through him, the Motu hidden in the capital is caught, and that is the big fish."

He spat out the bone and grinned.

"The ink disciples in the capital have been pretending to be dead for so long. They should be shocked by such a case suddenly."

With a clatter, under the beating firelight in the dim room, a rubbing letter of confession was shaken in his hand.

"Master." Zhike reminded, "Don't spoil it, it cost a lot of money to buy."

The valuable gift of confession was removed to reveal his handsome face, but because of his gorgeous attire, people always ignored his appearance, leaving only dazzling.

The owner of Huixianlou, Gao Xiaoliu, even if he is dazzled at this moment, can't hide the unhappiness on his face.

"Bad luck." He said, "It's only been a few days, and my business has been cut off!"

Zhike said: "There is no way, Dali Temple knows it is fake." Speaking of this, he blamed again, "Master, I have already said, don't write so well, if you write too well, people will find out."

(End of this chapter)