Chapter 32: Ask the world, what to hate, teach life and death 1

"You've also heard about the Lin Shangshu family."

"Isn't it? If anyone else in the capital doesn't know, maybe it's a mute Zhang from Xi'an Street."

"I heard that it was a vengeance. Lin Shangshu offended the green forest man, and his daughter became a scapegoat."

"Hey, what kind of green forest hero, Lin Shangshu, a civil official, who can be offended? That's obviously a ghost!"

"What nonsense! Be careful of beheading!"

"Hey, hey, Lao Liu, don't go. What did you hear?"

"Qi Dasha, don't ask if you have any of these. You can sit there. You will be arrested and locked up later. Don't be involved in my shop.

On the second floor of the Baolai Tea House, a table in the corner is happily and carefully discussing the bloody case that just happened in Lin Man's house, Shangshu, the Ministry of Household, for three or five splashes. On the side of the appanse, which was three tables away from them, Han Ruxu didn't realize it. In fact, he had been listening attentively since they spoke. This distance was far enough for ordinary people, but it was not a problem for him. It was easy to hear them.

The man called Lao Liu was finally dragged back. A group of skins who had nothing to do pestered him to ask questions. At first, he was afraid of causing trouble and always refused vaguely. Later, he was annoyed by them and lost his temper. He had to take a sip of tea and said like death, "Okay, I, Zhu Laoliu, trust you, and I'm risk today. I told you about the danger of being accused!"

Half of what Zhu Laoliu said was already known by Han Ruxu. Lin Man, the secretary of the Ministry of Household, was the first champion after the restoration of Daji. Unfortunately, in the early years, he was too popular to be a book businessman and could not declare the emperor's heart. It was not until the age of forty-six that he was promoted to be a waiter, and becoming Shangshu was a matter of the year before last. Lin Man is stubborn and has indeed offended people for this, but because of his two sleeves, no one can impeach him at present. Contrary to his awesome temper, his little daughter, Lin Shuangsi, is a quiet and beautiful and beautiful girl. It is said that she is good at piano, chess, poetry and painting. The elders who met her at the New Year's banquet thought that she was a good candidate to be a daughter-in-law. If it hadn't been for Lin Man's awkward status in the court, Lin Shuangsi would not have been promised to marry her at the age of 20. .

Such a girl who is good at everything but can't get married was found dead in the bathtub by her mother last night. She seemed to be taking a shower and didn't wear anything on her body, but the bathtub was not water, but a bucket full of petals. Almost at the same time, it was Ye Yi, a disciple of Lin Man, who died in a bathtub full of petals. The person found was He Chen, another disciple of Lin Man, who lived in the same room as him.

"Some people say that Miss Lin and Mr. Ye are martyrdom, or how can they die the same? But I heard that when the Mother of the Lin family opened the door the other day, she saw another person in the room, but the man brushed the floor and disappeared. She thought she was dazzled!" Zhu Laoliu said, "In addition, the doorman seems to have seen it. It is said that the time of death of the two bodies is the same, and the time of discovery is almost the same, but it will take some time from the lady's room to the doorman's room, so you say, isn't this a ghost?"

The table immediately booed, and the timid even began to mutter, "Isn't there really a ghost? It's getting more and less peaceful in the capital." The voice was mixed and unclear. Han Ruxu still needed to be carefully identified. His right shoulder suddenly patted hard, and he was so scared that he sprayed all the wine. Go out.

This time, the movement was so loud that almost all the people on the whole floor looked over. Han Ruqi was furious: "Are you a ghost? You walk without saying a word!"

"Of course I made a movement, but Lord Han seems to be out of his mind, and he won't return to his soul if he doesn't pat it." Wei Tanyi sat down opposite him with an ignorant face, and Xiao Er quickly brought a plate of fennel beans.

Han Ruxu whitened him angrily and waved like a fly: "Go away, don't hinder me."

But it's not a hindrance, because the people at that table have begun to talk about other anecdotes, and they can't wait for any useful news.

"Lord Han has a bad temper. Is it that people are also easy to get angry in this weather?"

Wei Tanyi pulled a pair of chopsticks, pushed the fennel beans in the plate and said, "Are you worried about the case of Lin Shangshu? What, now that the official has been promoted to the third grade, do you still have to run errands for Dali Temple?

Han Ruxu stared at him fiercely: "Lin Shangshu's daughter originally meant to marry the prince, but she died after being rejected. Won't it be suspected that the prince intended to kill people?" The implication is that he is running for the prince.

"It's reasonable to kill people, shut the mouth," said a narrow face that found a loophole. "Why do you shut your mouth? And why did you kill the young man named Ye Yi?

This guy is just a cliché. Han Ruxu didn't answer and asked, "It seems that you know it clearly enough. Maybe I know more than I do, huh?"

Wei Tanyi did not shy away: "That depends on how sincere Lord Han is." The chopsticks in his hand jingled on the edge of the dish that was so yellow that the pattern could not be seen clearly.

... admit it.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's go."

He put a plate of sour fennel beans into the mouth in one breath. When swallowing it, it also caused nausea, causing Han Ruxu to cover his mouth with one hand and ask vaguely, "Where are you going?"

"Of course, I'm going to visit everyone in Lin."

***

Bai Gui dipped in some paint and was about to apply it on paper when he was suddenly blindfolded.

"Little bell, let go of your hand." He was not annoyed and poked his hands with a smile.

The owner of the hand is a little girl about seven or eight years old. As soon as she heard what he said, she pouted and said, "It's annoying. I don't know how to pretend to be scared, and I can't guess if it's someone else."

He put down the pen in his hand and turned around and hugged her: "After playing the same trick for so many years, do you think I can still be scared?" The little girl lay on his lap, played with her little braids, and didn't say anything. And who else could be such a greasy and sweaty hand except Xiaoling?

Xiaoling didn't follow this time. He fluttered in his arms and played tricks: "Nonsense! Whose hands are oily, whose hands are sweating..." Suddenly, he couldn't go on. He put his hand behind him, wiped the hem of his clothes hard, and then his eyebrows fell, "Humph! Shuqi is the most annoying! I don't want to talk to you!" He broke free and ran out of the study.

"Xiao Ling!" He had to chase her out quickly. With the advantage of height and long legs, he quickly caught up with the little girl and lifted her from behind.

"I hate it! Put me down!" Xiaoling kicked randomly, like a chicken with its wings cut back.

He was amused. He took Xiaoling into his arms and kissed her little face: "Well, don't be angry, don't be angry. My brother is wrong. I don't dare to do it next time. I won't say that Xiaoling is wrong again, okay?"

The little bell twisted the beginning angrily to prevent him from kissing.

"That brother asked you to play three times, okay?"

Xiaoling's eyes turned around, but she still pouted and ignored it.

"Then it's okay to hit five times, right?" He took another step back and flatteringly rubbed the tip of his nose against the white and pink neck.

"All right, all right, it's a deal!" Xiaoling immediately smiled and said, "Stretch out your hand."

He held his sister in one hand, spread out his other hand, and handed it to her seriously. Xiaoling raised her little slap and hit it first: "Don't say that my hands are oily!" He answered yes with a smile. Hit it again: "Don't say that my hands are sweaty!" OK."

It's only two times, and what should I say in three more times? Xiaoling tilted her head and thought for a moment, and then hit again: "Say Shuqi only likes Xiaoling."