Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 123 Yuxu Palace

Yuxu?Wang Heng searched his guts and scratched his stomach but couldn't find the answer. He frowned and asked Lao Yan: "In the west mountain of Dongting, are there Yuxu Mountain, Yuxu Peak, Yuxu Pavilion, or a place called Yuxu Palace or Yuxu Temple?"

Uncle Yan thought for a long time, then suddenly patted his head and said, "There is a Yuxu Palace in the East Village. I saw it on the way back yesterday."

"Which deity is enshrined in Yuxu Palace in East Village?" Wang Heng looked at the embroidered statue again and asked, "Could it be the goddess on the embroidered statue?"

Uncle Yan waved his hand, shook his head and said: "Since the name is Yuxu Palace, it must be dedicated to Yuxu's ancestor, Emperor Zhenwu. I have never seen the goddess on this embroidered statue in any local palace."

Wang Heng gently touched the jade plaque. The texture of the jade plaque was moist and transparent. Would a palace in a mountainous place have such a good jade token?
Lao Yan thought about the taste and considered: "Yuxu Palace in East Village was built in the Southern Song Dynasty. It has a long history. It has not been very popular in the past ten years and has been a bit forgotten. In the past, when I was still young, It is one of the largest temples on our island.”

Uncle Yan's gloomy face seemed to glow, and then disappeared in an instant. Perhaps he recalled his hasty boyhood and short youth.

Wang Heng still wrapped the embroidered statue and jade plaque in the furoshiki, put it on his shoulder, and said eagerly: "Old Yan, please arrange a carriage and driver for me immediately. Wait for me in the east building lane in a quarter of an hour. It's important to have a cap." The matter must be dealt with, and I will tell you the details when I come back."

Uncle Yan was a little at a loss and said awkwardly: "Master, all the carriages have been sent out to announce the funeral for my uncle. How about going to the west building and borrowing one from the second master's house?"

Wang Heng paused and said, "No, no, no, we can't borrow it from Mr. Huang Er. Just have an ox cart. Just go slower and walk without two legs."

Uncle Yan nodded, and the two of them walked out of the inner hall of the east building together.

Wang Heng hurriedly walked up to the west wing of the second floor of the main building, where he lived.

A few days ago, he discovered that the plum vase on the golden edged sandalwood table in the guest house contained a secret. There was a small dagger inlaid with precious stones. He pulled it out and it turned out to be quite sharp. He decided to take the dagger out with him.

In addition, the robe he wore last night was stained by snow and mud after traveling on the mountain road. He needed to change into the leather robe that Liu's mother had prepared for him.

In the living room of the west wing, there were several plates of orange persimmons, air-dried Laoling chestnuts, walnuts and other dried fruits. Wang Heng grabbed a handful of each and put them in a cloth bag and kept them with him for later use.

He was almost ready. Before leaving, Wang Henglin looked around the guest house to see if he had missed anything. When he looked at the small study room, he suddenly remembered the page of poems he found before.

Open the storybook and find the poem safely tucked inside.

White cranes live together in Penglai Township, and they don't remember how fragrant the plum blossoms are.
It's strange that Xiaohong has too many things to do, but she still knows Yulang more deeply.Sign it to Mu.

Wang Heng looked up and down several times, and tried his best to recall the poem on the paper found on Huang Yongning's body: The old bridge is old and the pines are quiet, it is also a pleasure to sit for a while, and admire it.

Comparing the two pages, it turned out that as expected, my suspicion at the time was confirmed. There was something wrong with the two pages of poetry.

There must be a secret, Wang Heng secretly murmured in his heart. He thought for a while, and instead of putting the page back to its original place, he folded it and put it in his pocket.

Pushing the lattice door open, Wang Heng went downstairs in three steps and two steps. He heard Lao Yan talking to someone in the distance. When he reached the east building alley, he saw a black carriage slowly stopping from west to east.

"Oh, Lao Yan, where did you borrow this?" Wang Heng asked in surprise.

The person who was talking to Lao Yan just now turned sideways, stroking his beard and smiling, but it was Liu Mocun from Xianyun Tower.

Yan Bo said: "Sir, General Mo just came to pay homage to me. He heard that we were short of a carriage, so he kindly lent his carriage and horses."

Liumo Village was a gentle man and said: "Seventh Young Master, don't dislike the shabby carriage and horses. Just ask Liu Da to accompany you for a ride. Although he is not young, he still has the ability to drive a carriage."

When did Liumo Village become so impatient with justice, Wang Heng couldn't figure out what kind of medicine he was selling.

Liu Mocun seemed to have guessed his thoughts and said with a smile: "Seventh Young Master, I have been supported by the Huang family of Wanhuzhuang for many years. If I can contribute a little, I should deserve it."

Wang Heng was eager to go out. Even if Liu Mo Village had other thoughts, he couldn't care less. He cupped his hands and said, "Well, thank you, Mr. Mo."

Liu Da turned the carriage around, and Wang Heng stepped into the carriage. Uncle Yan shouted to Liu Da: "Liu Da, be careful on the road. The snow is about to stop now. Traveling in the morning light when the snow melts is the most difficult. Young Master is As a scholar, you are a disciple of an official, and you must not make any mistakes."

Liu Dayi responded one by one, and the carriage slowly drove out of the gatehouse of Wanhuzhuang. The huge Wubao gradually left behind him, getting smaller and smaller, becoming a speck of scenery between heaven and earth.

Wang Heng, in case there was an informant in Zhuangzi, never told anyone where he was going. Only now did he tell Liu Da: "Let's go to the East Village."

(End of this chapter)