Song Xitang was stunned when he heard the words. The first thought in his mind was that he felt that Gongsun Zhuoyu was teasing him. He was ashamed and angry.
Could it be that he changed his name today, and tomorrow he will be beating gongs and drums on the streets to announce it to the world? !
Gongsun Zhuoyu touched the tip of his nose and felt that this method might be a little tricky. He just thought that the murderer was a perfectionist, maybe even had a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, maybe changing his name would be really useful.
"I want to see if he dares to come," Du Lingchun sneered and clenched the paper in his hand, and instructed Wu Yue, "Bring all the first-class Xuanyi guards from the Jinglu Division and stay here, if that The murderer is here, if you can catch it, you can catch it, if you can't catch it, you can kill it!"
Cutting grass and rooting is his style.
Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan sympathetically after hearing the words. Generally speaking, according to the kind of plot played in the TV series, it is useless to send more guards. People will definitely be killed in various bizarre ways. in the house.
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Song Xitang was stared at by Gongsun Zhuoyu, and his back was sweating coldly, and he was horrified: "Why does brother Zhuoyu look at me like this?"
Leng Wuyan's voice was hoarse: "Does Lord Gongsun think we can't escape this disaster?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that this was too much hatred: "No, no, I'm just worried for the two gentlemen."
After he finished speaking, he quietly glanced at Du Lingchun. Then, little by little, he took out the crumpled piece of paper from the opponent's hand and compared it with the one he brought from the punishment department. After looking at it for a while, I found that the paper is of the same quality, the same trimming, the same font, and the same old and new ink. It should have been torn from the same book. "
In other words, this poem was indeed sent by the murderer.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was thoughtful, and he seemed to see something in the flash, but before he could make a name for himself, he heard Du Lingchun suddenly say: "Wait here to wait for the news, Gongsun Zhuoyu will follow me into the palace, Meet the Holy Spirit."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was shocked: "Ah?!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu may have never entered the palace a few times in his last life, but he did not expect to enter with such difficulty, but under such circumstances. The carriage of the company's mansion galloped all the way into the palace late at night, and finally stopped in front of Chongwu Gate. Upon seeing this, the commander of the Imperial Guard on duty stepped forward and stopped the carriage: "Who is in the carriage?!"
Du Lingchun lifted the curtain, his eyes gloomy: "Hurry up and release."
The commander of the Imperial Army was stunned for a moment, and quickly retracted his hand: "It turned out to be Du Company."
After speaking, he quickly signaled his subordinates to let go, and at the same time said a word quickly in a low voice: "Yan Xiang brought Tang Feishhuang into the palace half an hour ago, and is discussing matters with His Majesty in the Promise Hall."
Du Lingchun heard the words thoughtfully, sneered and lowered the curtain heavily, secretly thinking that Yan Fu was old and cunning. Taking Tang Feishhuang into the palace at this hour is nothing more than wanting to take the lead.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the opposite side. Gongsun Zhuoyu was sitting in his seat studying the two pieces of paper, turning it over and over, not knowing what to do with it, and was completely absorbed in it.
"Gongsun Zhuoyu." Du Lingchun suddenly said.
"Huh?" The latter raised his head immediately, his eyes sparkling: "What's the company's order?"
Du Lingchun actually had nothing to do, he just wanted to call him and turned his head away, "It's nothing."
The palace wall is majestic and majestic, and a long corridor leads straight to the front, making people unable to see the end. The setting sun burns red in a corner of the sky and dyes it into twilight Zixia gold, as strong as blood. On the ridge of the palace stands a scorpion beast, with its head held high and facing the east, only a black silhouette is left under the sky.
The wheel of the chariot rolled gently on the bluestone slab, and the palace maids and eunuchs all backed away when they saw this, and resumed walking when the carriage passed by.
Du Lingchun closed his eyes and supported his head, wondering what he was thinking. His most humble days were spent here, and his most glorious days were also spent here. Step by step, I climbed the ladder with my sister. The bottom of my heart is always not happy.
They've gone high, but not high enough...
Du Lingchun slowly opened his eyes, only to find that Gongsun Zhuoyu was sitting beside him at some point, holding two pieces of paper in his hands, with a hazy halo under the light of the candles, and he was fascinated.
Du Lingchun sat up unconsciously, his fingertips slowly smoothed the folds of his sleeves and robe, and squinted at Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Why are you sitting here?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his head when he heard the words, smiled at him, with a pair of affectionate eyes, with innocent romance: "The company is in good light."
After he finished speaking, he folded the two papers and put them in his sleeves, but didn't look at them again.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was actually a little nervous, afraid that Du Lingchun would push him back to sit opposite him, but after waiting for a while, seeing that the other party didn't seem to mean it, he felt relieved.
A gust of evening wind blew and lifted the curtains of the carriage.
Gongsun Zhuoyu moved unconsciously, but when he realized that he was very close to Du Lingchun, he stopped again. Their shoulders were shoulder to shoulder, their legs were next to each other, and the thin layer of clothes could hardly block anything, and they could feel the body temperature from each other.
Du Lingchun clenched his fingertips, wondering why Gongsun Zhuoyu, the bastard, was sitting closer and closer. He was a little flustered, and moved out a little calmly, but it didn't take long for the latter to lean over again.
Du Lingchun stared at him: "What are you doing?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu's voice sounded really stumbling: "Xiaguan... It's the first time for Xiaguan to meet the Holy Spirit, and I'm a little nervous..."
He said, spreading out his right hand with clear joints, and his white palm was exposed to the air: "The company doesn't believe it, and the cold sweat is coming out."
Du Lingchun thought that there was something to be nervous about, but seeing Gongsun Zhuoyu looking at him innocently, he touched him lightly in the palm of his hand. It felt sticky and wet, and it was really sweaty. He was about to take it back, but Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly took his hand and said in a low voice, "Company..."
Du Lingchun was startled by his action and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "What are you doing?"
He seemed to be the only one to say.
Gongsun Zhuoyu moved his lips and was about to say something, but before he could speak, a voice suddenly sounded from the outside: "The company has already arrived outside the Taiji Hall."
Du Lingchun reluctantly calmed down when he heard the words: "I see."
After he finished speaking, he didn't look at Gongsun Zhuoyu, and with a little panic, he withdrew his hand and got off the carriage. Seeing this, Gongsun Zhuoyu had to follow.
Taiji Hall is as big as a square, surrounded by red walls, carriages can only be parked outside the red walls, and the rest of the road has to be entered by yourself.
The hall was brightly lit, and the emperor sat behind the imperial case, not angry and proud, and there were two men standing under the golden steps. One with white hair and beard, dressed in a crimson official robe, was the prime minister of the dynasty, Yan Fu, and the other was twenty years old, dressed in blue, and it was Tang Feishhuang, who broke into the Ministry of Punishment today.
When Yan Fu entered the hall, he first reported to the emperor about the final situation of the flood in the south, and then he mentioned the serial murder case unintentionally: "The murderer is so rampant that the court is disturbed and disturbed. Fortunately, Young Master Tang has entered the capital, and I want to come. The truth will be found out soon.”
When he mentioned this, the emperor was also frowning. He looked at Tang Feishhuang, always showing some love to the young talents: "Tang Feishhuang, although you have no official status, I have authorized you to investigate this case, but don't let outsiders People saw the joke."
Tang Feishhuang cupped his hands and said: "Go back to Your Majesty, Caomin has gone to the Ministry of Punishment to see the corpse today. All three adults died under the sword, and the murderer is not weak in martial arts. Although it is tricky, he is not completely blind, and now we are just waiting for him. Send out the fourth poem, and we can ambush and capture him."
Officials in the DPRK were killed again and again, the emperor also felt the provocation of the murderer, and said in a deep voice: "You must capture this person, otherwise, the royal family will become a laughing stock, and this Da Ye official will also become a laughing stock in the future. There is no prestige in it, how to govern the country!"
As soon as the words fell, the eunuch in charge suddenly trotted in and whispered in the emperor's ear: "Go back to your majesty, Du Company asks to see you."
The emperor trusted Du Lingchun quite a bit, not to mention that because of the noble concubine Du Qiuwan, he also loved the house and Wu so much, he smiled and threw the memorial in his hand aside: "He really knows how to pick the time, and just happened to meet Yan Xiang. ."
It seems that he is completely unaware of the open and secret infighting between Yan Du and the two parties.
The eunuch said in a low voice, "There is a young man next to Du Sigong."
The emperor thought for a moment, as if he knew who it was, he waved his sleeves and said, "No problem, that's the person I called to investigate the case together, let them come in."
Tang Feishhuang glanced outside, the emperor caught his small movements, and said: "This person's name is Gongsun Zhuoyu, although he is only a magistrate, he has the ability to decide cases. In my opinion, his talent is not under yours. I'm quite curious, who of the two of you can find out the truth first."
Tang Feishhuang is indeed talented, and talented people are more or less arrogant, not to mention that he has been sought after since childhood, and it is inevitable that he is frivolous and conceited. Hearing this, he said with a smile but not a smile: "Caomin also really wants to compete with this Lord Gongsun."
His demeanor was nonchalant.
Outside, Gongsun Zhuoyu followed Du Lingchun into the inner hall, adhering to the idea that more things are worse than less things, and honestly looked down at the Tuanhua carpet on the ground, not daring to look at the surrounding furnishings.
Du Lingchun walked to the threshold and looked back at him: "Follow me, don't be nervous."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking to himself, and said in a low voice, "If the company is here, I'm definitely not afraid."
Du Lingchun shook his sleeves and walked into the hall. When he saw Yan Fu, he smiled coldly, then withdrew his gaze and bowed to the emperor: "Wei Chen has seen Your Majesty."
Gongsun Zhuoyu followed suit: "We have seen Your Majesty."
The emperor waved his hand: "Aiqing excuses himself from the ceremony, asking to see you late at night, I don't know what is the most important thing?"
Du Lingchun said: "Today, the staff of Weichen's mansion were gathered in the teahouse, but they accidentally received the fourth letter from the murderer. I expected that the other party would make another move. I dare not delay, and I came here to inform Your Majesty."
At the end of the sentence, he handed the fourth piece of paper to the person in front of the royal family and presented it.
When everyone heard the news, they were more or less a little surprised. The emperor frowned and took the piece of paper, and then handed it to Yan Fu and Tang Feishhuang to look at it.
Three have been killed, and now it is the fourth. I don't know how many kills the opponent will have to kill before they stop.
Tang Feishhuang actually took a piece of paper from the Ministry of Punishment. He took it out of his arms and compared the two. After a while, he said, "The paper is of the same quality, the handwriting is the same, and it is indeed from the same murderer."
Du Lingchun said to the emperor: "Wei Chen has transferred the people from the Jinglu Division to guard them strictly. As long as the murderer dares to come, it will be hard to fly."
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought about the company, let's not be so absolute, it would be bad if he slapped his face. Finally, I couldn't help but look up, only to see the emperor sitting on the dragon chair, staring at him with interest.
The emperor had a deep image of Gongsun Zhuoyu, and suddenly asked, "Gongsun Zhuoyu, do you still remember me?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "..."
Isn't this the old man with a small mouth when he tried Yu's case
Gongsun Zhuoyu never thought that he was actually the emperor. After being shocked, he reacted and laughed awkwardly: "Maybe there was a relationship, and I looked at your Majesty's kindness."
The emperor said: "When I went out to patrol Jiangzhou, I saw you decide the case. It was very exciting. What do you think about this case?"
Du Lingchun glanced at Gongsun Zhuoyu, raised his chin slightly, and signaled that although he was blunt, this was a good opportunity to show his face.
Gongsun Zhuoyu stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Wei Chen went to the punishment department to see the bodies, and found that they all had dense sword marks on their bodies, and the wounds were of the same shape and size, indicating that the murderer was extremely skilled in martial arts, good at using long swords, and had a deep understanding of the deceased. hatred of…”
The emperor frowned: "Hate? How to tell?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "The murderer is extremely skilled in martial arts. He could have stabbed them to death with a single sword, but he was tortured to death by three methods, such as face cutting, beheading, and hanging.
Yan Fu glanced at him from the side, nodded slightly, and showed approval. Obviously, he did not expect that Du Lingchun's disciples, in addition to corrupt officials, would actually have people who could do things.
Gongsun Zhuoyu continued: "Before the murderer kills, he must send a poem with the name of the deceased, which shows that there is a set of rules for doing things, and the people he kills must have the same characteristics before he will be targeted by him, but the ministers are stupid. I haven't figured out what the similarities are."
Tang Feishhuang suddenly said something meaningful: "Isn't it easy to find it, Dong Qianli and the three are notorious among the people, they are all people who oppress the people, and it is not uncommon for them to be targeted by murderers. When I receive the poems, I have to ask them."
The implication was that Song Xitang and Leng Wuyan were congruent people, their hands were not clean, and they even pulled Du Lingchun into the water.
Hearing this, Du Lingchun squinted his eyes calmly, and already had murderous intentions towards Tang Feishhuang, and said with a sneer, "What does Young Master Tang mean by this?"
Tang Feishhuang pouted: "It doesn't make any sense."
Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned slightly beside him, always feeling that the murderer's target should not be two cautious counselors, but for a while, he couldn't figure out what to do.
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