Back then, people didn't know the soldiers, and the brothels sang every night.
The spring sun is forever in the Huafa Cave, and the wind is blowing on Yueming’s clothes.
After Duke Huai left, there were no chickens and dogs, so Emperor Yang returned to bury Qiluo.
The twenty-four bridges are empty and silent, and the green poplars destroy the Guanhe River.
The station boat slowly docked at Yangzhou Guanyi Wharf. The wind was the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River.
This summer, I packed up and disembarked with Yang Yue after Yang Chengwan. Walking in the forefront is naturally Liu Xiangzuo, the highest official of the Dali Temple Zuo Temple, wearing a black gauze, a green splendid round neck robe, embroidered with white pheasant, a silver flower belt, and soap leather boots. Well-behaved, there is absolutely no place for overstepping.
Lu Yixing was behind him, still wearing a flying fish suit, with a light expression that complemented the sky.
On the pier, officials of various sizes in Yangzhou city who had received letters early in the morning stood in a pile of high and low, and it was estimated that there were at least dozens of people in the past. Squinting again, the leader was wearing a uniform with a peacock embroidered on it, which showed that he was a third-rank officer.
This summer, she pouted, these people naturally did not come to greet her, but directed at Liu Xiangzuo and Lu Yi. Liu Xiangzuo is the chief of the Zuo Temple of Dali Temple, and he is only five rank, and he has not been able to let the third rank officers personally greet him at the pier. The only one who can have this "honor" is Lu Yi. Although he is a seventh-rank Jin Yiwei, the father of the highest commander of Jin Yiwei is of course treated differently.
Seeing that Lu Yi greeted Yangzhou officials one by one without being rude and arrogant, and seeing him say something to the inspector who raised the sentence. The inspector nodded, turned his head and ordered his entourage. The entourage hurriedly boarded the boat. After a while, they lifted the eight black-lacquered camphor wood boxes and escorted Sha Xiuzhu out.
What exactly is he going to do with Sha Xiuzhu? And this birthday plan? I can't understand this summer, Lu Yi's actions are completely unpredictable.
Seeing the boxes being carried away, I couldn't understand it. I stabbed Yang Yue this summer and said in a low voice, "Tell me, where will those boxes be moved?"
Yang Yue's mind was not here at all. According to the old rules, there will be a feast for the wind. There are many famous dishes in the south of the Yangtze River. The officials are also very rich.
"Where to go? Qifen Pavilion is the best place. I heard that the dishes at Qifen Pavilion in Yangzhou were originally opened by the imperial chef in the palace. Spring bamboo shoots are the freshest at this time of year. Do you remember when I said that the spring bamboo shoots in Jiangnan are golden-skinned and erythematous? The fat meat is placed on the bamboo shoots and steamed together in a pot. After steaming, the fat meat is discarded, and the bamboo shoots are full of gravy, soft and glutinous, and the taste is very good..." He muttered.
This summer has completely forgotten his previous problems, and said anxiously: "I just lost the fat, what a waste of things!"
"The meat is for you, and I'll eat bamboo shoots." Yang Yue was very good at talking.
"No, I want to eat bamboo shoots too. I remember you also said that there is a kind of hollow meatball with lard in the middle, and the lard melts as soon as it is steamed. It's delicious.
"Yes, yes..."
The two smacking their lips as they spoke, the more they talked, the more excited they became.
At this moment, Lu Yi, who was in front, has politely declined the banquet from the Yangzhou prefect, saying that the emperor's life is on his side and he does not dare to slack off. He hopes to start investigating the case now. Liu Xiangzuo, the chief of the Zuo Temple of Dali Temple, was seasick for days, his face was blue and his teeth were white, and he actually had no appetite.
Regarding the reception of Lu Yi this time, the prefect of Yangzhou upholds the attitude of "do not seek merit but not fault". So, seeing that Liu Xiangzuo and Lu Yi both resigned, he did not force himself, he got into the carriage, and sent two more prison officers to assist them in investigating the case, before leading a group of officials to leave.
At this moment, Liu Xiangzuo was dizzy and his feet were floating, and he could not wait to find a bed that would not shake and lie down for three days and three nights. When Lu Yi discussed with him, he hurriedly expressed his willingness to check the file first, and to trouble Lu Yi to examine the corpse and explore the location of the crime. Lu Yi has no objection, but expresses in embarrassment that he still needs help. Liu Xiangzuo immediately generously said that Yang Chengwan and the other three were dispatched by him at will, and the rough and dirty work was done, so there was no need to worry.
After calling Yang Chengwan over and telling them to obey Lu Yi's orders, Liu Xiangzuo got into the sedan chair.
Only then did Lu Yi get into another sedan chair. The bearer got up the car steadily. Yang Chengwan called the two disciples who were still whispering on the side and motioned them to mount.
"Boss, where are we going to eat?" This summer, he got on his horse and asked excitedly.
"Northern suburbs." Knowing the nature of these two disciples, Yang Chengwan directly ignored the word "eat" in her words.
Yang Yue pondered and muttered, "I haven't heard of any delicious food in the northern suburbs."
"Maybe it's a new one." This summer, holding the strong and round horse's belly happily, "Everyone said that Jiangnan is good. Look, even the horses are well fed."
In the northern suburbs, the grass sprouts are just as tender as jade carvings, and the swallows fly low and shuttle back and forth in the air.
There are no villas near, and no villages far away. I look around melancholy this summer. It really doesn't look like a place to eat. She poked Yang Yue and motioned for him to ask.
"Father, why do I think this place is like a mass grave?" Yang Yue approached Yang Chengwan and asked.
Yang Chengwan nodded lightly and said, "Zhou Xian has been buried here, and he has to dig a grave for an autopsy again."
"There should be an autopsy."
"Experienced adults are rigorous in their work, and they must perform an autopsy in person."
"But... it's almost time to eat... Boss, are you hungry?"
This summer is not without disappointment. Even if there is no delicious food and wine, there is no need to dig graves. The gap is really too big.
Yang Chengwan glanced at her: "I'm not hungry, you two better not be hungry either. Digging graves is hard work."
This summer, he didn't dare to talk back to his boss, so he turned his head and cooed with Yang Yue again: "You said he had a dignified experience with Jin Yiwei, why didn't he even bring a follower, and he was trying to get us to do it?"
Yang Yue sighed deeply: "I've learned two words when I've been away for so long, and I want to share with you, Master Xia."
"Which two words?"
"Accept fate."
After listening to it this summer, I gave him a big white eye: "Master, I don't."
The sedan chair was undulating in the drizzle, Lu Yi closed his eyes and rested, with a calm expression on his face, his slender fingers had been gently resting on the edge of the sedan window, the sedan curtain was flicking, and the movement outside could be clearly heard.
Going straight to an old willow tree, the leader of the prison turned over and dismounted, signaling the bearer to stop the sedan chair. He respectfully said to the sedan chair: "After experiencing the adults, Zhou Xianji's grave is here."
One of the bearers hurriedly opened the curtain, and the other bearer was waiting with a tarpaulin umbrella. Lu Yi walked out slowly and looked at the new grave, without saying a word of nonsense: "Let's dig it."
He didn't say who to dig, but he was stunned this summer, hoping that maybe the local jailer would do the digging. And Yang Chengwan had already raised his foot, and upon seeing this, she and Yang Yue hurried forward.
"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 prisoner and did not dare to delay her work. She and Yang Yue were alone, shovel after shovel.
Those who can be dragged to the mass graves are all messed up and cannot be buried deeply. Those who have coffins are considered lucky, and most of them are wrapped in broken seats and buried. Seeing how these two are working very well, Lu Yi has to worry about which shovel will go down and shovel the bottom half of Zhou Xianji's head. Just as he was about to speak, he heard "ah" this summer...
"There's something here!" As she spoke, she had already picked up the object, put it on her nose, sniffed it, 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 sachet with silk threads embroidered on it, which was charming and charming.
"This needlework is really bright." This summer, he pointed his head and tutted, "Let's talk about the market, it can be sold for more than two hanging money."
"Go ahead and dig, be careful, don't hurt the corpse."
Lu Yi instructed her lightly, then took the sachet and turned away, walked to Yang Chengwan's side, and handed it to him: "Senior Yang, look at this sachet."
Yang Chengwan bowed his back, took the sachet respectfully, narrowed his eyes, looked and looked, and sniffed again.
"Smell the fragrance, there should be orchid petals in it, 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 not brought any family on this trip. Maybe someone else left here?"
Lu Yi nodded and slipped the sachet into his sleeve. At this moment, he heard a few muffled sounds, the sound of a shovel hitting the coffin.
"It's digging! Are you going to pry it open?" She shouted over this summer, leaning on a shovel. She was so hungry that she wished she could finish her work early and go back for a hot meal.
Lu Yi looked up at the sky and nodded, "Pry it open."
Zhou Xian in the coffin has been buried for several days, and the body must have begun to rot. This summer, while complaining about this unfortunate errand in his heart, he took a cloth from his arms and wrapped it up, and then put a shovel against the coffin. cover.
Like her, Yang Yue also put the shovel on the seam of the coffin lid. The two looked at each other and exerted force at the same time, the coffin lid creaked, several coffin nails were reluctantly pushed up, the coffin was cracked open, and a stench gushed out.
Even though he covered his mouth and nose, he was almost vomited by the strong corpse odor this summer. He quickly jumped out of the pit with his hands and feet, frowning with a bitter face, and waving his hands around trying to dispel the stench as much as possible.
"It's probably rotten inside, do you still need to test it?" she asked Lu Yi.
Lu Yi looked at her indifferently: "Of course, open it up."
Glancing at Yang Chengwan, who was not far away, he jumped into the pit resignedly this summer, shovel after shovel with Yang Yue, pried out all the nails of the coffin, and finally unloaded the lid of the coffin to the side...
In the stench, a male corpse in an official uniform lay quietly, his livid face turned to the gloomy sky.
Looking around this summer, I saw maggots crawling on the exposed hand of the corpse, which already had several rotten holes.
According to her experience, at this time, the corpse can't move at all, and the body is all rotten. When it is moved, blood and water will suddenly burst out, and maybe all the arms, legs, and eyeballs will fall off. So she turned to look at Lu Yi, who was condescending and looked at the corpse in the coffin, but there was no emotion on his face.
Lu Yi had met Zhou Xianji before.
Three years ago, in the Ministry of Housing, he had a relationship with Zhou Xian. At that time, Zhou Xian had been appointed to the Ministry of Housing. At that time, Zheng Jiupin, although he was an official, was a taciturn little person, and he had no conspicuousness. place.
Lu Yi still remembers him because of Zhou Xianji's boots.
It was in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, after the snow, the officials' boots, moccasins or sheepskin boots, and even cotton boots. Zhou Xianji also wore a pair of old leather boots on his feet, but the edge was open, and it was estimated that a lot of snow water had seeped in. He was silently roasting by the brazier.
Beijing officials are poor, this is a well-known thing, but most officials have a way to get extra oil and water, and it is really rare to be poor like Zhou Xianji.