The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 735: Divine Tower Bird

"Not necessarily." The person that Meng Shisan suspected in his heart had always been the Empress.

"Who do you think it is, Miss?"

"When you get to the end of your investigation, the results will naturally surface."

Ma Lao understood, and after agreeing, he stopped asking questions and started talking about another matter that Meng Shisan had asked him to investigate: "I have also been to the place where the Shangchun family had the accident. As time has passed, there is no trace of it anymore. It is very difficult to investigate."

Similarly, it is equally difficult to investigate Zeng's death.

"The northwest of Beijing is mostly barren, as I recall." Meng Shisan had never been there, but she had heard Shangchun's detailed description and could imagine that the place where the incident happened was sparsely populated. "The place where Shangchun's family was killed was far from the official road, but there was a small village nearby. Is that small village still there?"

"It's still there. It's a small village called Huangcun. It's been abandoned for a long time." Ma went into the small village and looked around. "Nine out of ten houses were empty. I only saw two elderly people in their fifties. They had lost all their teeth and spoke incoherently. I asked for a long time but couldn't get any useful information out of them."

"My mother's death..." Meng Shisan sighed, "It was the same. It's been so long, even if there were traces left, they are no longer there now."

Mr. Ma expressed his determination: “I will continue to investigate.”

Meng Shisan nodded, stood up and said, "I am here for these things. If you have any news, you can send someone to deliver it to me, or come to my house to tell me. It's all fine."

Ma Lao walked Meng Shisan to the gate of the courtyard and asked: "What do you plan to do with those two remaining souls, Miss?"

"They are still useful, so don't move them for now." Meng Shisan knew what was going on. "They are locked up in the prison in the capital. With Lu Fuyin here, they can't get out. As for how long they can live, it depends on how dark the hand behind the scenes is."

Since someone behind the scenes has the power to command the residual souls, if they really want to take Li Zi Da Cai's life, it will not be difficult even if they are locked up in the Beijing jail.

"I heard that a fire broke out in the prison of the capital government in the middle of the night?" Old Ma had been staying in Anmofang, making a living in the theater. The theater had no shortage of information about government and local affairs, whether good or bad.

He had heard of this matter a long time ago, but had never seen it.

"Not only the prison in the capital, but also the Confucian Temple and the Eastern Palace." After all, they were at the gate of the courtyard. Meng Shisan lowered his voice and told the truth, "It was my order."

After the Meng Mansion's carriage drove away, Old Ma was still wondering why Meng Shisan was so brave.
It was fine if she attacked the government office and the Confucian Temple, but how could this young lady even dare to attack the Eastern Palace? And she told him the story so easily. She was either not afraid at all, or she completely trusted him.

She was not afraid at all, because she was the eldest daughter of the Meng family and she trusted him completely...

Mr. Ma had to admit that this feeling of being completely trusted seemed to take him back to more than a hundred years ago, when the young lady was still alive and he followed her around.

Meng Shisan was sitting in the carriage. Baozhu lifted the curtain on the window and looked out.

I didn't see anything, just the different pedestrians passing by, men and women, young and old, some happy, some sad, some laughing. The various expressions of ordinary people are like the thousands of faces of demons and ghosts, which is also a kind of scenery.

"Stop the car." She suddenly ordered.

Baozhu quickly shouted out of the car door: "Stop!"

The driver stopped the cart steadily, and Meng Shisan pointed out of the window and asked, "What is that?"

Baozhu had inquired about things in the theater and visited all the theaters. Now she looked in the direction of Meng Shisan's finger and saw a three-story pavilion: "That is the God's Tower. Every theater has one. The tablets of the gods are placed inside."

Meng Shisan said, "Let's go and have a look."

"Go to the shrine." Baozhu told the driver. "Okay!" The driver turned the cart around and drove towards the shrine.

Coming out of Mocheng Hutong where Ma's hometown is, the Meng Mansion's carriage originally passed through the theater, and went straight along the street, and soon it would be out of the huge theater.

Now we turn the car around and head towards the shrine, which is equivalent to making a circle in the theater and then heading towards the center of the theater.

Just at this moment, a locust bird flew into the car window and landed on Meng Shisan's shoulder.

"Bird? Where did the bird come from? Come down quickly!" Baozhu was stunned for a moment, then reached out to catch the locust bird.

Meng Shisan stopped him and said, "This is a locust bird, raised by Chang'an."

As she spoke, she untied a hollow bamboo tube as thick as a thumb from the bird's neck and took out a thin letter rolled up inside.

This was the first time Baozhu saw the locust bird raised in Chang'an. She was full of surprise and said, "Miss, what kind of bird is this locust bird? I have never heard of it."

"It's a kind of bird that lives in locust trees. It's nothing special. It can fly a thousand miles without fear of long distances. It's very suitable to be a messenger." Meng Shisan answered while reading the small words on the note. "As for the name, it was given by Chang'an. It's said that it's good at living in locust trees, so it's called locust bird."

"It's well deserved." Baozhu stretched her neck to read the letter. "What did Chang'an say?"

"She said she found my second brother and successfully reunited with him. Now my second brother is safe and sound." Meng Shisan roughly told Baozhu the meaning of the line of small words on the note.

"Are we in Lingnan? And we found the second young master. Chang'an is really amazing!" Baozhu exclaimed sincerely.

Meng Shisan pursed his lips and smiled: "Changan's ability is more than just this."

Being praised by the young lady in person, Baozhu felt from the bottom of her heart that Chang'an's image in her heart had become even more majestic.

When the chariot was still ten feet away from the shrine, the driver stopped the cart, took out the footstool and placed it on the ground on one side of the carriage.

Baozhu got out of the carriage first and stepped on a footstool to the ground, followed by Meng Shisan. She held Meng Shisan's hand, carefully helped him step onto the footstool, and then helped him down to the ground steadily.

The shrine is different from other buildings in Washeli. There is a circle of empty space around it, where traces of people's pious worship can still be seen.

The architectural style seems to be a relic of the previous dynasty. Meng Shisan asked Baozhu to ask the people in the surrounding areas. After Baozhu came back, she confirmed her guess.

The placement of the altar is also simple, similar to the furnishings in the Laozu Cave Temple, with an incense table, an incense burner, two oil lamps, and a merit box next to it. Under the incense table are three lotus flowers, which can be seen as you enter the door.

"So simple?" Baozhu asked in surprise.

Meng Shisan looked at the Maitreya Buddha on the incense table and said, "Light the incense and put in the incense money."

"Yes." Baozhu took three incense sticks from the incense table and lit them. After lighting them, she handed them to Meng Shisan with both hands. She turned around and put three golden beads into the merit box.

After Meng Shisan finished his worship, he stood up, walked towards the incense table, and looked carefully at the items on the table.

Apart from the fresh offerings, there was nothing special about the incense burner, but the two oil lamps made her stop and take a closer look.

Baozhu also half-bent down and stared at the oil lamp on the left: "Miss, this lamp body looks like a bird?"