blue shirt oath

Chapter 273: Stealing Wu Qianxing

It's night, deeper and deeper.

Mr. Zhang stroked his gray beard, and looked at Zhou and Liu's confession under the lamp during the day, sometimes frowning with bushy eyebrows, sometimes smiling, and sometimes muttering to himself.

"These two are also people who value love and righteousness. They both took the blame on themselves. If I didn't know the details, I would have been fooled by them."

"It's just that Liu Cui didn't mention where the embroidery is. There are too many people in the courtroom, so it's hard to ask clearly. It's necessary—"

"Whizzing!!!"

A black shadow passed by the window, Mr. Zhang under the lamp put down the case suspiciously and looked up. There was nothing unusual, so he said to himself:
"I think it's because my old man's eyesight is dim, and the grass and trees are all soldiers! Hey, there are few people in the past seventy years, and the old man should resign and return to his hometown, so that he can retire."

He picked up a memorial beside the table, thinking that he would resign as soon as the murder case was over when he retrieved the defense plan.

Suddenly, the sound of quick steps and shouts came from the quiet west corner of Kaifeng Mansion. Mr. Zhang looked outside the door suspiciously, and asked the guard at the door, "What's the noise outside?"

"Go back to my lord, it seems that something happened at the morgue."

"problem occurs?"

Mr. Zhang hurriedly put down the memorial, and called the guards to rush to the morgue together, and met Cheng Dao and a group of yamen servants who were in a hurry.

Seeing Mr. Zhang, Cheng Dao knelt down and pleaded guilty: "This subordinate is not on guard, Wu Qianxing's body was stolen, please punish him."

"You, you you, you you you."

Zhang Dao was so angry that his hands pointing at Cheng Dao were trembling, and his peaceful face and gray beard trembled in the night wind.

Now, he really wanted to poke his head over it!
"My lord, take care of yourself!"

Master Gongsun came behind Mr. Zhang for some unknown reason, took a thick cloak, put it on Mr. Zhang, and calmly analyzed:
"My lord, this headless corpse has been dead for so many days, and no one has come to identify the corpse. But today Gu Sanlang confirmed that it was Wu Qianxing who died a few years ago. Someone came to steal the corpse at night. The student concluded that, I'm afraid the corpse thief has something to do with Wu Qianxing's daughter."

Cheng Dao: "Master, you mean the Furong Gate?"

"Hmph! What a Furong Gate!"

"My lord, it would be fine if someone else stole the corpse, but it would be very difficult if it were the Furongmen."

Cheng Dao knelt on the cold stone road with a solemn expression.

The predecessor of Furong Gate was the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau.

The Escort not only depends on the presence of bandits in the Jianghu to survive, but also has a close relationship with the Jianghu.

If some Jianghu knight-errants who are noticed by the government live in the bodyguard bureau after entering the city, the government will not be able to arrest them.

Firstly, because of the strength of the bodyguards, and secondly, the bodyguards often have backers.

Originally, when Wu Qianxing was there, the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau and the government still lived in peace and friendship. For example, Wu Qianxing had a close relationship with Du Wo, the prime minister of Dali Temple at that time.

But since Wu Qianxing's death, the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau has gradually gone astray, becoming more quack-like, and the relationship with the government is no longer as harmonious as before.

Wu Hongzhu, a female stream, turned the original Zhenyuan Escort Bureau into the current Furongmen with her own efforts, and her reputation is even greater than that of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau.

In addition, the locust plague was severe last year, and the people were displaced. Furongmen came forward to rescue and adopt many refugees. Therefore, although the people have never seen the legendary and mysterious owner of Furongmen, they are very grateful to Furongmen.

"My lord, it is only natural for Wu Hongzhu to send someone to steal the body when she knew that her own father had died tragically in Fanlou. What my subordinates are worried about is that Furongmen acts according to their will. It is expected that Wu Hongzhu knows the cause of Wu Qianxing's death." , will definitely not let it go."

"Cause of death, cause of death"

Mr. Zhang came back to his senses, and after reacting, he flicked his sleeves angrily, looking at Cheng Dao who was still kneeling on the ground, trembling with anger.

Wasn't Wu Qianxing killed by that Liao woman in the death row!
What Cheng Dao meant was that Wu Hongzhu might sneak into the prison and kill the murderer to take revenge?

How dare she be so arrogant!

Not only sneaked into his Kaifeng mansion and stole Wu Qianxing, but also wanted to kill his criminals? !

"Why are you still kneeling, get up quickly, send more people to protect the criminals!"

Cheng Dao saluted vigorously: "Obey!"

This night is doomed to be restless.

The streets that lined each other during the day are now deserted, and the shadowy houses draw a beautiful silhouette in the night.

Du Qingshan crouched on the roof of a restaurant not far away, when he saw a black shadow flying from the direction of Kaifeng Mansion, he calmly breathed lightly, and followed behind the shadow not too far away.

During the day, he released the news that the headless body in Fanlou a few days ago was Wu Qianxing, the head of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau who had died many years ago.

Just as he expected, Wu Hongzhu sent someone to steal the corpse.

She is such a conceited and proud person, suddenly knowing that her father cheated her and lied to her for so many years, and now hearing the news of her father's death again, how could she not take any action.

Du Qingshan followed behind the black shadow, after all, the black shadow was carrying a corpse, even though he was excellent at lightness, but no matter who was Du Qingshan's opponent, Du Qingshan followed him leisurely and easily.

Before he knew it, he left the outer city, came to the outskirts, and rushed into a lush forest.

At the beginning of the founding of the Song Dynasty, in order to reverse the passive position that could not be defended after losing Yanyun, Emperor Taizu gathered the best soldiers from all over the world to the capital, which could not only replace danger with soldiers, but also restrain the power of local military governors.

At the same time, he also ordered the extensive planting of trees around Bianjing, hoping that the dense forest could cope with the threat of Khitan cavalry galloping from the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun.

Although this idea is naive and wishful thinking, after many years, this forest has grown up, and the green shade everywhere gives people a pleasant enjoyment.

Every spring, many people in the city will call their friends and friends, and come to arrange cups and plates under the tree to enjoy the spring.

There was a simple thatched hut in the depths of the woods. The black shadow looked around and saw no one, so he knocked on the wooden door of the hut three times.

The wooden door opened, and the black shadow rushed in.

A lamp was lit in the room, a woman in red stood silently in front of the window, and a young boy was tied up in the corner. The boy opened his bright eyes and looked at the back of the woman in red half-smiling and half-sarcastically.

"Sect Master, it's a good luck for the subordinates to live up to their fate."

He put down the corpse on his back, and said to the thin red-clothed woman in the room.

The boy in the corner moved his eyes and looked at the corpse.

Wu Hongzhu turned around, her raised phoenix eyes were dyed deep red.

She came to the corpse step by step, squatted down slowly, stretched out her slender jade-like hands tremblingly towards the head she had snatched from Du Qi, and slowly placed it on the neck of the corpse.

The corpse had been stored for many days, but fortunately it was the cold winter, and the corpse seemed to be well preserved.

Excellent preservation, just superficial.

In fact, because Gu Yi wanted to mold the bones with yellow clay, he turned the corpse over and over again and cut it countless times, but in the end they all sewed up one by one.

The last trace of luck in Wu Hongzhu's heart was broken.

"father"

"Master—"

Qiao Ce looked at the woman squatting on the ground distressedly, the person he put on top of his heart.

She has always had a half-smiling, self-confident appearance in which everything is under control, and she has never shown such a sad and absent-minded appearance.

Two lines of tears fell from Wu Hongzhu's cheeks. After a long time, she curled her lips into a stiff smile, reached out to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and slowly looked at Du Qi who was trying to shrink her presence in the corner.

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(End of this chapter)