Nightfall Chapter 137: The future in a small hand

Qi Siye was stunned and confused. He didn't understand why, at the moment when the blade was in front of his body, a sharp pain suddenly occurred in his right wrist holding the knife. The pain was a burning pain, clear. It was so clear that he couldn't control it, so he couldn't pierce his own heart. He even wondered if there was only such a narrow gap between the knife and his chest. How could the cotton mattress that Sangsang's little girl was holding in her arms?

Because he was shocked by these problems, he actually forgot to stop the Chang'an government officials from taking Sangsang away. He didn't wake up until those people walked out of Lin 47 Lane and touched his shaved bald head with some annoyance. , Muttered a few swear words, and sat down on the stone steps in front of the old Bi Zhai gate.

"Four Lord, please help stare at the things under the bed and the two urns in Tianqili, but you can't lose them."

Sangsang left a sentence before leaving. So he decided to sit on the stone steps until Sangsang came back, eating, drinking, and sleeping. He couldn't take a step anyway.

On the first day of the fifteenth year of the apocalypse, light snow began to fall under the city of Chang'an.

Snowflakes fall slowly and sparsely towards the ground, occasionally being able to stay among the branches, or staying slightly in the cracks of the stone slabs, but when they fall on the thin shoulders under the thin clothes, they instantly turn into water stains.

Sangsang lowered her head and glanced at Shui Qing on her shoulders, and lifted the heavy bedding in her arms, which seemed a bit difficult. She didn't want to put the bedding on her feet. It was not good to be soiled by the snow.

The entire Chang'an Mansion was silent. No master came out to show the matter, and there was no proclamation to summon subordinates to inquire about the case. As soon as the official officials hid in their respective rooms, Sanxian would rather take the long road instead of going through the garden gate. Before.

In fact, the previous officials didn't even let her into the office, and asked her to stand under the stone steps in front of the mansion. However, a thin maid standing in the wind and snow, standing in front of the solemn yamen, did not know how many people aroused joy and discussion.

The people of Chang'an are the most courageous, even the emperor and prime minister dared to scold, let alone the district Chang'an Mansion... I don't know how many foul language sounded outside the mansion, and there are even many traces of snowballs on the dark gate of Chang'an Mansion. .

The officials let Sangsang into the Chang'an Mansion out of desperation, but they still refused to question and only let her stand in front of the garden gate.

The thin and short maid, standing in the snow with the bedding, looked very lonely.

Wang Jinglue has been watching her all the time, thinking about the scene of Qi Siye committing suicide with a knife. He always felt a little strange... Could it be that this little maid is a hidden powerhouse? But the vitality of the heaven and earth in the alley did not change at all. After a moment of silence, he laughed, thinking that this little maid had something to do with the academy... I probably thought too much because of this.

Ji took Lao Bi Zhai’s little maid back to the military department for interrogation, to figure out the true relationship between her and the God of Light, to clarify the truth of this matter...to prevent the empire from being damaged, this is the general of Zhen Guo Xu Shi Personal orders, however, harbouring fugitives belongs to the judicial category after all. The sacred and inviolable Tang law stated that the military is prohibited from interfering in all judicial cases. Therefore, the Military Ministry wanted to let Chang'an Mansion come forward, but then sent her to the Military Ministry on charges of treason. .

Wang Jinglue has sent the famous post and the letter written by the General Zhen Guoda into the depths of Chang'an Mansion. Only when the mansion Yin came out to say a word and met the requirements of Tang law, he could send the Sang takes away.

However, Master Yin Shangguan Yang Yu of Chang'an Prefecture seems to be getting worse.

Master looked at Wang Jinglue with a sad face, and said: "The adult started to have a fever at noon yesterday, and he was unconscious in the evening. At this time, the dripping water did not enter, and two elderly people came to the hospital. There was no way."

Wang Jing looked at the master in disgust... I thought that if your adult wanted to pretend to be unconscious, let alone the imperial doctor of the hospital... Even if the **** pill was given by Xiling Temple, there is no way for him to follow Get up on the bed.

"When will Master Yin be able to take care of things?"

"Actually... From the perspective of the low-level post, if the military department wants to ask the little maid about anything, it does not necessarily have to be brought to the military department to ask. To be honest, no one in the Chang'an Mansion dare to bear this. , You can ask in this garden."

"Having escaped ghosts"... Tang Luli didn't write that the military department could use this to ask questions. "

"It's just a private inquiry and not a formal inquiry in Yali, it's fine."

Wang Jinglue waved his hand to let the master leave... After a while, Shen Wei walked slowly to the front of the garden, looked at the little maid standing in the snow, looked at the snowflakes on her yellowish hair, frowned slightly and asked: "Is it cold?"

Sangsang hugged the thick quilt, really didn't feel cold, and shook his head.

Wang Jinglue took out a few documents from his clothes and put them on the quilt Sangsang was holding, turning over the pages one by one, pointing to the writing on them, and introducing himself: "My name is Wang Jinglue. One line, Datang Tianshu is registered, and now he is in the military department. According to Tang law, I have the right to ask you questions."

Xu Shi, the general of Zhen Guo, is undoubtedly the first person in the Tang military. It is such a big person who asks a little maid, and must complete the procedures on the surface, not because of the college behind the little maid. Background, but because he wanted to show respect for Tang Law and let the college see this attitude clearly.

Wang Jinglue followed Xu Shi in the Southern Xinjiang campaign for a long time. He was very aware of the old general's solitary and tough personality, coupled with the Tang Empire's military status, and the special military status, so he was not worried about the academy's reaction.

"The old man was involved in a **** murder in Chang'an city more than ten years ago. Xiling Temple accused him of betraying Haotian. The whole world was searching for him, but he lived with you for many days in Laobi Zhai. , I want to ask you..."

Wang Jing was slightly startled, and stopped asking, because he found that Sangsang was resting his head on the thick quilt. He didn't seem to listen to his own question at all, let alone answer the question.

He was slightly annoyed and said: "You are just a handmaid. You don't expect your young master, or even the college to be a handmaid. I don't want to embarrass you, as long as you can clearly explain the relationship between yourself and the old man."

Sangsang looked up at him and said, "I can't say."

Wang Jing said slightly differently: "Why?"

Sangsang said: "When I was young, the master warned me that I can't answer the questions asked by strangers."

Wang Jinglue didn't know what to say.

At this moment, there was a calm and majestic voice in the garden.

"God girl, you must answer some of the same questions."

A butter paper umbrella appeared in Chang'an Mansion, with finely shredded snowflakes on the umbrella.

It was not the Taoist under the umbrella who said this, but a certain official who was waiting for the umbrella.

Wang Jing frowned slightly. In the past when he was a guest clerk in the Prince’s Mansion, he didn’t know much about the powerhouses in the court. In that rainy night, he could not guess the identity of Master Yan Se. Now he is a member of the court and knows a lot... So it was easy to recognize the identities of these two people.

The official dressed in uniform is Zhuge Wuren, the highest official of the Tang Tianshu Department, and the Taoist holding the butter paper umbrella is He Mingchi, the disciple of the national teacher Li Qingshan. These two people appear at the same time, which is enough to represent the practitioners in the court.

Wang Jinglue did not expect that besides General Xu Shi, who is lonely and respected, there are other people in the court who are interested in this black and thin maidservant and dare to be interested. Don't they know who the owner of Lao Bi Zhai is? ?

Zhuge Wuren looked at Wang Jing and nodded slightly, and said: "This officer doesn't know what case the military department wants to investigate and need to ask this woman... But we do have some important things to ask her."

Datang Tianshu Office is the empire's organization to manage practitioners. It has very close relations with the military and the south gate of Haotian Road. The chief official Zhuge Wuren has always been extremely mysterious, and it is rumored that this official will not practice at all.

Wang Jinglue did not feel any breath from him at this time, but he became more vigilant. Officials who don't know how to practice, can be subdued by so many powerful practitioners in the court and the army... Apart from the power of the Tang Empire itself, this kind of person is undoubtedly a great role.

He Mingchi received the yellow paper umbrella and watched Wang Jingwei and explained softly: "I went to Lin 47 Lane with Master Zhuge, only to realize that this little maid had been brought to Chang'an Mansion by Mr. Wang, so I came here."

Wang Jinglue said: "I don't know what question Master Zhuge wants to ask."

Zhuge Wuren said indifferently: "Naturally it is a problem that you cannot listen to."

Wang Jinglue was silent for a while and laughed at herself, walked out slowly with his hands behind him, and said: "It's better to be faster.

With a bang, the butter paper umbrella was opened again in He Mingchi's hands...As the umbrella surface spread, an unresolved breath enveloped the garden of Chang'an Mansion, and the outside voice suddenly became weak. .

Sang Sang looked up curiously at the butter paper umbrella, probably thinking of his **** umbrella.

He Mingchi thought that the maidservant was worried about something, and explained with a gentle smile: "It's just soundproofing...it won't cause any harm to you. Master Zhuge has something important to ask you...you just need to answer truthfully." /

Zhuge Wuren stared into Sangsang’s eyes, and asked in a gloomy tone: “Before Master Yan Se and the God of Light, you are the only one on top of that mountain in the world. What I want to ask you is whether the master left anything. ."

The official's tone was very cold and stern, He Mingchi couldn't help but frown slightly... I was probably thinking that since Junior Brother Ning Que is a guest from Tianshu, why are you so tough on his maid?

Sangsang watched the official silence for a while and said seriously: "The carriage was left by Master Yan Se for my young master."

Zhuge Wuren sternly shouted with disgust and anger: "You know I am not asking that."

Sangsang was not at all intimidated by the other person's appearance... and replied very seriously: "Whether it is a carriage or anything else, even if it is there, it is reserved for my young master, so what does it have to do with you? ?"

Zhuge Wuren took a deep breath and said indifferently: "However, there are some things that are too important, even the parties involved can't give or receive privately, because that thing is related to the future of the entire Datang Empire."

He Mingchi was silent while holding the yellow paper umbrella. He strongly disagrees with Tianshu's actions, but he must admit that Master Zhuge's words are correct. The great formation of Chang'an City sheltered the Kingdom of Tang Dynasty for thousands of years, and its eyes could not be left in the hands of the people in any way, but in the hands of a black and thin little maid.