Dayan first waste material

Chapter 105 Stop Beheading, Break Her Legs
Shen Sitang sat upright and read the files again. He felt a little hot when he looked at it, so he called the officials to ask them to take down the charcoal basin.

When the official came in, she asked casually, "When was this charcoal basin brought in?"

She didn't remember that there was a charcoal basin in the tea room.

The official bowed and replied: "This was ordered by You Yushi last night, probably because Deputy Envoy Shen fell asleep and was worried about you catching cold."

After hearing this, Shen Sitang sighed again, You Yushi was indeed a hard-spoken and soft-hearted person.

Chen Yuean came back soon, and Hu Zhonglun and several other deputy capital envoys followed him.

Shen Sitang looked over curiously: "Have you visited Sister Jiuyuan and the others?"

Chen Yuean threw the meat bun in his hand to her, and Shen Sitang instinctively caught it, feeling like a puppy being fed for no reason.

"Wei Jiuyuan has fallen asleep in the Maolin Courtyard, so I don't want to disturb her. The others have all gone home to rest, and I haven't seen anyone." Chen Yuean sat down next to Shen Sitang, and leaned over to look at it. Looking at the dossier, he asked, "What trick do you see coming?"

Shen Sitang took a bite of the meat bun: "The characteristics of the saintess of Southern Xinjiang..."

"Stop, stop!" Chen Yue'an said anxiously, "If you want to say that she is a woman, you can ignore it. This kind of thing is just as the name suggests."

Shen Sitang rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think I'm You Yushi?"

Chen Yue'an's face relaxed: "Then tell me."

"In addition to being a woman, the Saintess of Southern Border is also very good-looking." After speaking, Shen Sitang grinned.

After Shen Sitang finished speaking, Chen Yue'an was speechless. What's the difference between this and Mu Huaichuan's nonsense!
Hu Zhonglun, Zeng Shiting and the others looked at each other, what are they doing?One laughed meanly, and the other looked like he had eaten something unclean.

Zhuo Xicheng was not ashamed to ask: "You have read the files all night, and you have come up with such a little information?"

Girl, good-looking, isn't that conceivable?
Shen Sitang is also very helpless. Although there are many files, there is really very little useful information. The files are all related to the rumors of the saints in southern Xinjiang, and the age is too difficult to figure out.

For example, 600 years ago, a giant snake appeared in southern Xinjiang, causing countless deaths and injuries to the people in southern Xinjiang. Later, the saint descended and subdued the giant snake.

For example, 300 years ago, a commoner in southern Xinjiang was poisoned by a strange poison, and he was already dead. As a result, the saint sent someone to send a golden flower, and after swallowing it, the commoner came back to life.

In short, the saint is like a god in the eyes of the people of southern Xinjiang.

Shen Sitang closed the file in his hand: "How about this, I'll stay here and continue to look up the file, you guys go search and see, haven't there been a group of southern Xinjiang masters pouring in recently, last night they all used scimitars, since There may be discoveries in this regard.”

Chen Yue'an ordered to go down: "Go to the inn and restaurant to check, and report in time if there is any situation."

Hu Zhonglun and the others responded loudly, and then rushed out. Chu Fan and Yang Beihong even squeezed each other, afraid that Shen Sitang would stop them if they walked too slowly, so they stayed to accompany her to read the file.

Chen Yue'an also wanted to get up secretly, but Shen Sitang pushed him back.

"Brother Chen, you have to stay and preside over the overall situation!"

Chen Yuean smiled stupidly: "I...I will go to the inner court to preside over it."

Shen Sitang opened his mouth in astonishment: "Why do you have the nerve to say such a thing? Let me read so many files by myself?"

Chen Yue'an nodded shamelessly: "I'm embarrassed!"

The corner of Shen Sitang's mouth twitched, and he threw an unread dossier on him, patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Brother Chen, don't give up, just in case you find useful clues."

Chen Yue'an looked at the pile of files, and then at the thick one in his hand, thinking: hang.

But let alone, Chen Yuean really found a clue, he grabbed Shen Sitang's arm excitedly, Shen Sitang hissed, Chen Yuean immediately let go with a flattering smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional."

Shen Sitang gritted his teeth: "Brother Chen, you better have found a new clue!"

As soon as she heard the clue, Chen Yue'an became excited again, and raised the file in her hand to face her: "Look, Qian Ning, it says that the saintesses of southern Xinjiang are the best at mixing fragrances!"

Shen Sitang took a closer look, it was really written like this, but with a prefix: "200 years ago?"

Chen Yue'an took a closer look, and suddenly became depressed again: "Well, this saint should be gone."

Shen Sitang lowered his head and continued to read the file, and suddenly seemed to think of something: "Brother Chen, it's not necessarily true."

"You mean she might still be alive? So the Saintess of Southern Border is an old lady over 200 years old? If so, the scope can be narrowed down. There is no one over [-] years old in the entire capital."

Shen Sitang's eyes brightened: "Even if we don't know how old the saintesses of Southern Xinjiang are, this kind of perfumery skills can be passed down. The saintesses who were 200 years ago could mix fragrances, and the saintesses who will be 200 years later should also be able to do so." It will be scented."

Chen Yue'an felt enlightened, and patted Shen Sitang's arm vigorously: "Qian Ning, it has to be you!"

Shen Sitang clutched his arms and grinned in pain.

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The Procuratorate recently brought back all the women who can make fragrances in the capital city for questioning, but found nothing. All of those women had innocent backgrounds, and there were traces of their ancestors for eighteen generations.

Don't say anything about the saint, they couldn't find the shadow of the saint.

Shen Sitang rode Yunchi back to Shen's mansion weakly, she has not forgotten to sleep and eat recently, she is from seven to six every day.

She always couldn't come back after work, and Shen Cao complained about it several times, saying that she should be a free person?Why do you get up every morning to answer Mao, and let the Yamen go undecided?

The Inspectorate went to work at seven in the morning, and that was Mao, so Yingmao meant going to work, and Fangya meant leaving get off work.

Recently, there is nothing else to do except to find the saint, so Shen Sitang can come back early to have dinner with the family.

Back home that day, Li Bo, the housekeeper, handed over a letter.

Shen Sitang let go of Yunchi's rein, pointed to himself and asked, "Mine?"

Uncle Li nodded with a smile: "It's yours, Miss. It was sent by a girl."

Shen Sitang took the letter, and it didn't say anything about Shen Sitang's personal invitation, but since Uncle Li said it was hers, it must be the other party's name.

As she walked in, she opened the letter and opened the first sentence: "Young Master Shen Huijian."

Shen Sitang stopped, Mr. Shen?Huijian?
Huijian is generally used for correspondence between women and women, that is to say, those who write to her call her Mr. Shen, but know that she is a woman.

Shen Sitang can only think of one person: the oiran of Yichun Court is intoxicated!
The content of the letter also confirmed this point. Zuixin said that Dali Temple had already found out that Xunfang Pavilion had sent people to assassinate her. After some questioning, I found out her identity. Although she is a woman, Zui Xin still wants to meet her for a reward.

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Shen Sitang went to the Yichun Courtyard that night, and at the same time she stepped into the Yichun Courtyard, the Sixth Prince's Mansion received the news.

Jun Tingyan couldn't help but reflect, did he treat her too fiercely before, so that she didn't dare to come to him when she was free, but instead plunged into the brothel?

Well, this situation is easy to solve, just break her legs.

Thinking about it, Jun Tingyan couldn't bear it, and ordered: "Keep an eye on it."

"Yes!" Zhou Zifu and Tang Yihui agreed in unison, then turned and went out, and they actually went in person.

(End of this chapter)