Under the tree on the mountain, the Great Divine Priest of Light gave Sangsang an ID token and touched her head lovingly. Master Yan Se took something out of his arms and gave it to her solemnly. Then he said a few words.
Soon after, the two old men became two piles of ashes on the cliff. Sangsang certainly would not forget those details, so she knew what the official wanted, but she could pretend not to understand.
Sangsang was not a cute little handmaiden who was good at pretending, so she could not hide it from the official's eyes. Zhuge Wuren's face became more and more gloomy, as if he would burst into anger at any time.
He Mingchi coughed slightly and then glanced at him. The meaning expressed in his eyes was very clear — Although the formation eye was important, it was Master Yan Se who gave it to Ning Que, so they could not rob it. If the imperial court was really worried, they could strictly guard the Old Brush Pen Shop and wait for Ning Que to come back.
Lord Zhuge knew what he meant and said indifferently, "Taoist He, I know you are the Second Prince's study companion, but I want to remind you that he is the Second Prince after all, and you … really don't want to be the Nation Master of Tang?"
He Mingchi suddenly thought that Lord Zhuge was close to the Empress, and many people in Chang 'an knew that Ning Que and Princess Li Yu were close. Could it be that the Empress did not want Ning Que to be the Nation Master of Tang?
He smiled bitterly and shook his head. Because Zhuge mentioned himself, he did not want to pay attention to these things, but he thought of something and could not help saying, "Lord Zhuge, you'd better not forget whose little handmaiden she is."
Zhuge Wuren was silent for a moment, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. He said, "This concerns the safety of the empire. I think even the Academy will agree with me. Moreover, I have never disrespected Mr. Thirteen. Will the Academy be angry by interrogating a maidservant? Then I would like to ask, is it empty talk that the Academy does not interfere in the imperial court? "
He looked at Sangsang and said indifferently, "You must hand over the things left by Master Yan Se and the Divine Priest of Light."
At this time, Wang Jinglue returned to the garden, looked at the two and asked coldly, "Are you done? I want to take her back to the Military Ministry. "
He Mingchi looked at him in confusion and asked, "General, what do you want to ask about this little maidservant?"
Wang Jinglue replied, "The Divine Priest of Light and the Chang 'an City murder case 14 years ago."
He Mingchi was silent and slowly closed the yellow oiled-paper umbrella.
Zhuge Wuren said indifferently, "Please tell General Xu Shi that apart from questioning the case, we also want this little maidservant. The Prince has already entered the palace to ask His Majesty for a decree. The West-Hill Divine Palace wants to take her back to Peach Mountain."
Wang Jinglue frowned and said mockingly, "Do you think the West-Hill Palace can suppress the Tang Military Ministry?"
Zhuge Wuren frowned and said, "According Tang, the Military Ministry of Tang Tang Military Ministry, the Military Ministry of Priest of the Military Zingly.
Zhe said, and "Ye Priest of Wang," Zly, "Minister of the Emperor," Wly Wang of Shes.
He Mingchi held his breath and kept quiet. Although there were many Taoists in the South School of Haotian Temple who held great resentment for the little handmaiden in the Old Brush Pen Shop because of the death of Master Yan Se, he did not think so.
In the past, other than the Imperial Palace, any yamen or organization in the Tang Empire would subconsciously retreat when facing the military. However, today, the Imperial Center Administration was determined to get such an important thing, and they even faintly mentioned the Prince and the West-Hill Divine Palace, so they refused to give in.
There were no sparks between their words, but they forced each other into a dead end. In the end, according to Tang law, the only place qualified to interrogate Sangsang was the Chang 'an Local Government where they were now.
Wang Jinglue said, "I heard that the prefectural magistrate has a fever and can't get up."
Zhuge Wuren said with a mocking smile, "Since the imperial doctors don't work, I have to ask the Imperial Center Administration to send some Psyche Masters to check on the prefectural magistrate. No matter how bad the fever is, he can at least hold on for a few sentences."
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Chang 'an Local Government was always the most wronged and bullied government in the Tang Empire. It was as helpless and painful as a daughter-in-law in a big family. Today, the military, the Imperial Center Administration, and the Southern Gate Temple gathered in the mansion, forcing the prefectural magistrate to pretend to be sick and all the officials kept quiet.
Zhuge Wuren's gloomy words were heard in the backyard. Shangguan Yangyu, the prefectural magistrate, knew that he could no longer pretend to be sick. He rubbed his swollen throat weakly, thinking that the basin of ice water he poured on him yesterday afternoon was in vain. He sighed and shook his head.
His wife said worriedly, "If we don't offend the Academy, we will offend so many people. What should we do?"
Shangguan Yangyu's ugly eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness. He sneered and said, "You want to force me into a dead end, and then you want me to explain to Mr. Thirteen afterwards. Dream on."
His wife asked in surprise, "Master, have you come up with a good idea?"
Shangguan Yangyu looked at his old wife, who was deeply in love with him, and sighed. He said with pity, "Don't be afraid later."
After saying this, the prefectural magistrate struggled to get up from the bed. He took out a hard elm stick from beside the desk, gasped painfully for several times, and then clenched his teeth and smashed it on his head!
With a muffled sound, his head was immediately broken and blood flowed out. His vision turned black and he fainted just like that.
This time he really fainted.
The cry of the prefectural magistrate's wife resounded in the room.
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Just as the prefectural magistrate was putting on a show of who could be more miserable than him in the bedroom, someone came to the Chang 'an Local Government.
The steward bowed to everyone respectfully and said, "Her Highness is in the palace and couldn't come here in time, so she asked me to come and have a look. I don't know what mistake Miss Sangsang has made to alarm so many officials."
Wang Jinglue didn't expect that this matter would alarm Princess Lee Yu so quickly. He frowned.
He represented the empire's military, so he didn't have to give face to Her Highness. But now no one knew which prince the emperor would pass the throne to, so he had to be cautious about some things.
Zhuge Wuren didn't give any explanation to the steward, and expressed his attitude with silence.
The steward was not angry. Before coming to the Chang 'an Local Government, he thought it was a misunderstanding. Seeing so many bigwigs present, he knew that things were not as simple as Her Highness thought. Presumably, the little handmaiden was responsible for something very important. After a slight smile, he said goodbye to everyone and informed the palace again as quickly as possible.
As soon as the steward of the Princess's Mansion left, the latest news came from the back house. The prefectural magistrate was seriously ill, and he was worried about the people's welfare. He tried to get up to try the case, but unexpectedly, he hit the door because of a high fever and was now unconscious.
It was rare to see such a diligent official, and such an excuse was also rare. How could Zhuge Wuren and others believe it? They angrily broke into the back house, but after a while, they retreated with complicated expressions.
"Our Tang Empire has such a shameless official?" Zhuge Wuren said with emotion.
He Mingchi thought of the horrible bloody hole on the prefectural magistrate's head and sighed. "He's really ruthless."
Wang Jinglue said, "This Lord would rather hurt himself than try the case. I admire him."
Zhuge Wuren suddenly said, "In that case, I'll take the little handmaiden back to the palace first."
Wang Jinglue frowned.
Zhuge Wuren said, "Someone from the palace will explain to the general later."
Wang Jinglue still frowned.
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People came and went, and the snow fell.
The snow fell on the yellow paper umbrella, the branches, the eaves, and the bedding. Perhaps because the bedding was too big and covered the little girl holding it, or perhaps because the people coming and going were thinking about important things, they forgot that the person they were discussing was beside them. In short, Sangsang, who was standing in the cold wind and bitter snow, was forgotten by people.
So no one noticed that she also frowned.
Sangsang was a little girl who didn't want to cause trouble for Ning Que.
So at the beginning, when the Chang 'an Local Government wanted to ask her about the case, she came. These people asked her to stand in front of the mansion, she stood in front of the mansion, stood in front of the garden, and waited in the wind and snow until she was sure that the official really wanted to rob her things, and even seemed to want to take her into the palace.
Sangsang was a person who would risk her life to fight with Ning Que for three taels of silver, not to mention that the thing that these people wanted to rob from her was obviously worth more money, not to mention that it was originally left by her teacher and Master Yan Se to Ning Que, so she frowned.
Her frown showed her displeasure and disapproval.
She poked her head out of the thick bedding with difficulty and looked at the shameless official who wanted to take her into the palace to rob her things. A very subtle light shone in the depths of her dark and bright eyes, and then that light quickly burned.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew.
The solemn light in the depths of Sangsang's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she slowly lowered her head.
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The wind was the flow of the air. The reason why the cold wind suddenly blew at this time was that a very large object suddenly appeared in the air. That object was a very fat young man.
The young man was so fat that he appeared in the garden with a breath of the winter wind, and then quickly dispersed the winter wind, bringing a sense of warmth to everyone present, just like his delicate and lovely eyebrows.
"It seems to be very lively here."
Sangsang looked up at him and nodded gently to greet him.
The fat young man looked at the three people present and said, "If the Chang 'an prefectural magistrate dares to try the case, you can use the law of the Tang Empire to interrogate Sangsang. If the Chang' an prefectural magistrate keeps lying in bed, don't come out and make a fool of yourself."
Zhuge Wuren's face was stern. He looked at the man and shouted in a deep voice, "Who are you? How dare you speak so boldly!"
The fat young man didn't bother to pay attention to these people. He took the bedding in Sangsang's arms and said, "Let's go."
Sangsang obediently followed him and prepared to leave, just as obediently as when she came.
Wang Jinglue didn't know who the fat young man was, but he vaguely guessed his identity. Looking at the back of the fat young man, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. He flicked his sleeves and took a step forward.
The fat young man stopped and looked back at him.
A faint aura instantly crossed the distance between the two of them. The lingering breeze was not disturbed, and the slowly falling snowflakes were not trembling, but Wang Jinglue's body trembled violently.
Wang Jinglue's eyes became more and more excited. His right hand hanging by his side trembled slightly, as if he was holding a virtual sword.
The fat young man looked at his right hand and frowned slightly. He moved the bedding to his left shoulder with some difficulty, and then casually raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger to press down on Wang Jinglue from afar.
With this press, Wang Jinglue's chest and abdomen suddenly sank, as if he had been hit by an invisible giant hammer. He suddenly hit the wall behind him, and there was a shocked and frightened voice among the dust and gravel.
"The Non-Boundary Spirit!"
"The Natural Stream Magical Finger!"
The snowflakes and dust gradually subsided.
The fat young man looked at Wang Jinglue, who was under the broken wall with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and shook his head in boredom.
"Even if it's the Invincible Realm below Knowing Destiny."
"After all, it's only the Invincible Realm below Knowing Destiny."
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