Under the Power Chapter 13:

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Chapter 13

Back then, people didn't know the soldiers, and the brothels were everywhere.

In Huafadong, the spring will last forever, and there will be a lot of wind on Yueming clothes.

After King Huai left, there were no chickens and dogs, and Emperor Yang returned to bury Qiluo.

The Twenty-Four Bridge is empty and silent, and Lu Yang destroys the depreciated Guan River.

The station boat slowly docked at the Guanyi Wharf in Yangzhou. The wind was already a spring breeze from the south of the Yangtze River, with a little coolness, gently brushing the hair of the robe.

This summer, they broke up their outfits and disembarked with Yang Yue behind Yang Chengwan. Walking at the forefront is naturally Cheng Liu Xiangzuo, Zuosi Temple, the highest-ranking Dali Temple on this trip. He wears black gauze on his head and a green and green round-necked gown. The robe is embroidered with white 鹇, silver flower belts and soap leather boots. Be well-behaved and there is absolutely no overstepping.

Behind him, Lu Yixing was still wearing a flying fish suit, his expression lightly matched with the sky.

On the wharf, officials of all sizes in Yangzhou, who had received the letter early in the morning, stood tall and short. It was estimated that there were at least dozens of people in the past. Squinting again, the leader wears a peacock embroidered on his uniform, which shows that he is a member of the third rank.

Pulling his lips this summer, these people are naturally not here to welcome her, but at Liu Xiangzuo and Lu Yi. Liu Xiangzuo is the Zuosicheng of Dali Temple, but it is only a fifth-rank, and he has not been able to let the third-rank master personally come to the dock to welcome him. The only person who can have this "special honor" is naturally Lu Yi. Although it is the experience of the Seventh-Rank Jinyiwei, there is a dad who is the highest commander of Jinyiwei, and of course he receives different treatment.

Looking at Lu Yi's courtesy and arrogance to Yangzhou officials at first sight, and saw him say a few words to the prosecutors of the punishment and prosecutors. He nodded according to the inspector, turned his head and ordered his entourage. The entourage hurried to board the boat. After a short while, he carried down the eight black painted camphor wooden boxes and escorted Sha Xiuzhu out.

What exactly does he plan to do with Sha Xiuzhu? And this set of birthday guidelines? If I don't understand this summer, Lu Yi's actions are completely unpredictable.

Seeing the boxes being carried away, I don’t even understand. This summer, I stabbed Yang Yue and said in a low voice, "You said, where will the boxes be moved?"

Yang Yue’s thoughts are not here at all. According to the old rules, there will be a reception banquet. There are many famous dishes in Jiangnan, and the officials are very rich. He is guessing where he will invite them later. Eat it.

"Where to go? Qifen Pavilion is best. I heard that the cuisine of Yangzhou Qifen Pavilion was originally prepared by the Imperial Kitchen in the palace. The spring bamboo shoots are the freshest in this season. Do you remember what I said, Jiangnan spring bamboo shoots golden skin For erythema, put the fatty meat on the spring bamboo shoots and steam them together. After steaming, the fatty meat is discarded. The bamboo shoots are full of gravy, soft and sweet, and the taste is good..." He babbled.

I have forgotten my previous question this summer, and said anxiously: "I lost my fat, it's a mess!"

"The meat is for you, I'll eat bamboo shoots." Yang Yue was very good at talking.

"No, I want to eat bamboo shoots. I remember you also said that there is a hollow meatball with lard in the middle. The lard melts as soon as it is steamed. It is delicious."

"Yes, yes..."

The two spoke straightforwardly, and they got more excited as they spoke.

At this moment, Lu Yi in front of him has politely declined the banquet from the prefect of Yangzhou, saying that the emperor's fate is with him and he dare not slack off, and hopes to start investigating the case now. Cheng Liu Xiangzuo, Zuo Temple of Dali Temple, had seasickness and white teeth, but he had no appetite.

For this reception of Lu Yi, the prefect of Yangzhou held an attitude of "not asking for merit, but asking for no demerits." As long as you are not guilty, don't let Lu Yi go back to Beijing to sue yourself. Therefore, seeing that both Liu Xiangzuo and Lu Yi refused, he did not force him to send them to the carriage, and sent two prison guards to assist them in investigating the case, before leading a group of officials to leave.

At this moment, Liu Xiangzuo is dizzy and his feet are floating. He can't wait to find a bed that won't shake and lie down on the ground for three days and three nights. When Lu Yi discussed with him, he hurriedly expressed that he was willing to check the file first, and it would trouble Lu Yi to examine the autopsy and explore the location of the crime. Lu Yi had no objection, but embarrassed that he still needed some help. Liu Xiangzuo immediately generously stated that Yang Chengwan and the other three were sent by him at will, and they did all the rough and dirty work, so there was no need to worry.

Summoning Yang Chengwan and confessing that they had obeyed Lu Yi's dispatch, Liu Xiangzuo got into the sedan chair.

Lu Yicai Shi Shiran got on another sedan chair. The bearer steadily picked up the sedan chair. Yang Chengwan called the two apprentices who were whispering to the side and motioned them to mount.

"Boss, where are we going to eat?" asked happily after turning over this summer.

"Beijiao." Knowing the nature of the two disciples, Yang Chengwan directly ignored the word "eat" in her words.

Yang Yue thought about it and muttered: "I haven't heard of anything delicious in Beijiao."

"Maybe it's a new one." This summer happily sandwiched the sturdy horse's belly, "It is said that Jiangnan is good. Look, even the horses are fed shiny and shiny."

In the northern suburbs, grass buds are beginning to emerge, tender as delicate as jade carvings, and swallows fly low and shuttle back and forth in the air.

There are no villages near and no villages far away. I looked around melancholy this summer, really not like a place to eat. She stabbed Yang Yue and motioned him to ask.

"Father, how do I think this place is like a mass grave?" Yang Yue approached Yang Chengwan and asked.

Yang Chengwan nodded and said lightly: "Zhou Xian has been buried here. After experiencing this, the adults will dig a grave and perform an autopsy again."

"There should be an autopsy."

"Experienced adults are rigorous and have to do an autopsy in person."

"But...there is just a place to eat...man, are you hungry?"

This summer is not without disappointment. Even if there is no good wine and food, there is no need to dig graves and corpses. The gap is really too big.

Yang Chengwan glanced at her: "I'm not hungry. You two had better not be hungry either. Digging a grave is hard work."

I dared not talk back to my head this summer, turned my head and murmured with Yang Yuechi: "You said he has a magnificent experience of wearing a garb, how come he doesn't even bring any entourage, and he deliberately wants to call us?"

Yang Yue sighed long: "I have learned two words after being on the job for so long, and I want to encourage you with Xia Ye."

"Which two words?"

"Accept fate."

After listening this summer, I gave him a big eyeball: "My little master is not."

The sedan sedan was undulating in the drizzle. Lu Yi closed his eyes and calmed his face. His slender fingers kept gently resting on the edge of the sedan window. The sedan curtain moved, and the movements outside were clear.

Go straight to an old willow tree, and the jailer who led the way turned over and got off his horse, signaling the bearer to stop the sedan chair. He respectfully said to the sedan: "Experienced adults, Zhou Xianye's grave is here."

One bearer hurriedly opened the car curtain, and the other bearer was already waiting with the tarpaulin umbrella. Lu Yi walked out slowly and looked at the new grave. There was no nonsense: "Dig it."

He didn't say who should dig it, so he was shocked this summer, expecting that the local jailer might dig it. And Yang Chengwan had already raised his foot, seeing this, she and Yang Yue hurriedly caught up.

"Father, I'll come." Yang Yue said hurriedly.

"Boss, let's do this kind of rough work, you can just watch it."

She took the shovel from the jailer, and did not dare to delay her effort, and Yang Yue was alone with Yang Yue, shoveling shovel by shovel, the dirt splashed, and everyone else had to retreat and watch.

Those who can be dragged to the mass grave are all indiscriminately and will not be buried deep. Those with coffins are considered lucky, and most of them are wrapped in a broken mat and buried. Seeing that these two people work very well, Lu Yi had to worry about which shovel would go down and shovel Zhou Xian already half of his head. Just about to speak, he heard an "ah" sound this summer...

"There is something here!" While speaking, she had picked up the object, put it on the end of her nose, sniffed, and looked at it curiously, "It's a sachet..."

Lu Yi strode over, stretched out his hand to take it, and saw that it was a lotus-colored scented bag with silk thread embroidered with double lotus, which was charming and charming.

"This needlework is really bright." This summer he poked his head and said, "You can sell it for more than two cents if you don't talk about it on the market."

"Go on digging, be careful, don't hurt the body."

Lu Yi instructed her lightly, then turned and walked away with the sachet, walked to Yang Chengwan, and handed it to him: "Senior Yang, look at this sachet."

Yang Chengwan bowed his back, respectfully took the sachet, squinted his eyes and looked, then sniffed.

"Smell the scent, there should be orchid petals inside, like something used by women..." He raised his head, handed the sachet back, and said to Lu Yi, "As far as I know, Zhou Xian has already been on this trip. Without family members, maybe someone else is left here?"

Lu Yi nodded and slipped the sachet into his sleeve. At this moment, he heard a few muffled noises. It was the movement of the shovel hitting the coffin.

"It's digging! Do you want to pry it apart?" she shouted over with a shovel this summer. She was so hungry that she wished to finish early and go home to a warm meal.

Lu Yi raised his head and glanced at the sky, then nodded: "Pry open."

Zhou Xian in the coffin has been buried for a few days, and the body must have begun to rot. This summer, while complaining about the unlucky affair, he took a cloth towel from his arms and wrapped it in a shovel. On top of the coffin lid.

Yang Yue is like her, and put a shovel on the seam of the coffin lid. The two looked at each other, and at the same time forcefully, the coffin lid creaked, several coffin nails were reluctantly squeezed up, the coffin was opened with a gap, and a stench gushed out.

Even though I covered my nose and mouth, I was almost vomited on the spot by this strong smell of corpse this summer. I quickly jumped out of the pit with my hands and feet, frowned and waved my hands to try to disperse as much as possible. stench.

"It's probably all rotten inside, so...Is it still going to be tested?" she asked Lu Yi.

Lu Yi looked at her indifferently: "Of course, quickly open it."

I glanced at Yang Chengwan who was not far away. This summer, he leaped back into the pit with his fate, shoveling and shoveling with Yang Yue, prying all the nails out of the coffin, and finally unloading the coffin lid aside...

Amid the stench, a male corpse in official clothes lay quietly, his iron-green face facing the gloomy sky.

Looking at it this summer, I saw maggots crawling on the bare hands of the corpse. There were already several small rotten holes in the hands.

According to her experience, by this time, the corpse can't move at all, and the body is completely rotten. As soon as the blood is moved, it will suddenly pop out. Maybe the arms, legs, and eyeballs will all fall off. So she turned to look at Lu Yi, who was condescending, looking at the corpse in the coffin, without any emotion on her face.

Lu Yi once met Zhou Xian already.

Three years ago, in the Huhu Department, he and Zhou Xian had a relationship. At that time, Zhou Xian had been appointed to the Huhu Department. He was a high-ranking nine-pin, although he was a superintendent, he was a taciturn little person. There is nothing striking.

Lu Yi still remembers him because of Zhou Xian's boots.

It was in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and after the snow, the boots or moccasins or sheepskin boots under the feet of officials, and even cotton boots, no matter what. Zhou Xian already wore a pair of old leather boots on his feet, but the edges were open. It is estimated that a lot of snow has penetrated, and he is silently roasting by the brazier.

It's a well-known thing that officials in Beijing are poor, but most officials have a way to get extra oil and water. It's really rare to be poor like Zhou Xian already.