Chapter 399 Dry Kidney Noodles (5)
It was already time for the evening meal when Liang Hongjin and Liang Hongjin came out of the tea stall. Wen Mingtang originally wanted to find a restaurant or restaurant with Liang Hongjin to finish the evening meal. But she didn't expect that she just asked "Where to go to eat evening food", Liang Hongjin gave her a look and said: "There is a ready cook here and you are asking me where to go to eat evening food?"
Wen Mingtang: "..."
Facing the expectant look in Liang Hongjin's eyes, Wen Mingtang couldn't help but explain: "The public chef asked Ji Cai to buy a lock, and it won't be opened until the Lantern Festival. A clever woman can't make a meal without rice, and no matter how clever her hands are, she can't make a meal without rice." Those guys in the public kitchen can’t even cook anything!”
Hearing this, Liang Hongjin snorted and said: "Where can Jicai live? I see that he is also a lively person, so... You and I will go to his house and lend him the key for use. The chef will just return the key to him."
What a clever guy! Wen Mingtang held his forehead and said: "This is a rule set by the Internal Affairs Yamen. It is the same every year. It would be fine if the Internal Affairs Yamen has not changed its personnel! Now that the person in the Internal Affairs Yamen has been replaced... uh, that person is better off than doing less. , don’t let her find any excuses.”
I originally thought that when she said this, Liang Hongjin would take her to the street to find a restaurant for dinner. However, Liang Hongjin seemed determined to eat the meal she made by herself today. He didn't take it seriously and said: "So that's it! It doesn't matter, there is no public kitchen... All those guys in your palace were at my place. I will take the small stove in a while and I will find someone to buy some dry firewood. Get some pots and pans from me, and we can cook and eat them in your dormitory!"
Wen Mingtang: "..." After a pause, she said with some surprise: "You and Zhao Sishan didn't throw away my small stove?"
"What to throw away?" Liang Hongjin asked angrily, "If it hadn't been for your small stove, Zhao Sishan would have starved to death because someone was looking for trouble in the past! If that were the case, it would be a joke, Tangtang Palace The chef inside is about to starve to death!"
This time, instead of asking who made Liang Hongjin, Wen Mingtang gestured to Liang Hongjin - "Jing"?
Liang Hongjin nodded and rolled her eyes again: "Who else could it be besides her Yao Mozi? Oh, by the way, speaking of this, the one who poisoned you and changed your name to Xinyue was not transferred there some time ago. Is she working as a handyman in the palace? Somehow, she fell in his eyes and became famous. The reason why Si Shan was punished that time was because of her acting like a monster."
Hearing this, Wen Mingtang suddenly felt a thump in his heart. He opened his mouth and was about to ask Liang Hongjin. However, he saw that there were many guests around the tea stall, but this was not a place to talk. After thinking about it, he said: "Then Take my little stove and make some food in the yard of my residence!" Liang Hongjin's eyes lit up and she was about to nod. Wen Mingtang didn't forget to remind her: "I don't have much ingredients there. At the dinner market right now It’s already late, so I can only check to see if the shops selling groceries and dry ingredients on the street have bought any ingredients for sale on behalf of others.”
"Nothing, nothing!" Liang Hongjin didn't take it seriously at all when she heard this. She happily greeted her and asked her to wait. After coming and going, in less than half an hour, she was carrying two The box ran out, and he asked Qian Zhiwei's brother to borrow a carriage, taking Wen Mingtang with him. With a flick of the whip, the two left the Tongming Gate.
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The seventh day of the first lunar month is supposed to be the time of Da Rong's annual holiday, but for the officials and servants of Dali Temple, it is not surprising that they are called to the Yamen for work in the first month of the lunar month.
Like this every year, criminals do not choose the day when they commit crimes, and sometimes the more time they have, the more they commit crimes.
In previous years, if they were called to the Yamen to do work at this time, everyone in Dali Temple would still complain twice, even though they still know how to do things. But this year is different from the past.
All the officials, petty officials and police officers from the yamen who stayed in Chang'an City to celebrate the New Year came here.
Now that the evening meal is approaching, many family members are arriving at the door of the Yamen to deliver meals. Unlike previous years when they would complain a few times and complain about "no rest all year round", this year's family members are delivering meals without any complaints. Some even even helped bring bedding.
There were people coming and going in front of the Yamen, and there were a lot of people talking, but for some reason, the atmosphere in this obviously lively scene made people feel a little depressed.
Liang Hongjin pulled the reins, stopped the carriage, and asked Wen Mingtang, who was sitting next to her: "What happened to your Yamen?"
Wen Mingtang raised his head, met her eyes, and said softly: "The person who the passers-by on the road have been talking about just now, the one who fell from the Star Reaching Tower last night, is none other than our Lord Zhao of Dali Temple."
As soon as these words came out, Liang Hongjin was so shocked that she almost lost the reins in her hand and blurted out subconsciously: "This... this is not a joke..."
Wen Mingtang shook his head, patted her hand and said, "It's not a joke, it's true."
Liang Hongjin took a breath, and after a while, she murmured: "No wonder this whole yamen is so depressed! What the yamen who investigated the murder case saw at the crime scene was... isn't this just like treating illnesses and saving people? Is it normal for a doctor who always takes action when a disease is critical to see that the people lying in front of him are his relatives and friends? That feeling..."
Wen Mingtang nodded, and without letting her finish her words, he continued: "I, a public chef, can't bear it, let alone them?" She lowered her voice, sighed again, and said, "I'll go in later. ! Don’t disturb them, the murderer who killed Mr. Zhao... they must find it, otherwise they may not be able to get over this hurdle in their hearts for the rest of their lives!"
Liang Hongjin said "Yes", turned the carriage to the side carriage door, and knocked on the door for a long time before the porter came. When he opened the door and saw them, he greeted them and explained: "I thought just now I heard it wrong, after all, after Lao Yuan left, the new coachman has not yet arrived..."
When Liang Hongjin heard this, she felt even more sour: on the way here, Mingtang girl had told her about Lao Yuan. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, two people disappeared in Dali Temple, and they both disappeared suddenly.
Looking at the concierge with a hint of sadness on his face, several of them could not say anything for a moment. They just stood there in a daze. When they came to their senses, the concierge shook his head and helped them move the carriage. He led him in, then closed the door again and went back tremblingly.
The figure from behind looked inexplicably lonely.
"If you get older and get sick, even though you are sad, you will always be prepared in your heart," Liang Hongjin sighed, "Both of them disappeared suddenly. Lao Yuan was involved in business, and Mr. Zhao... "
"It's hard to say!" Wen Mingtang and Liang Hongjin sat in the carriage and walked to the stable, "I was also there at the time, and I even... saw Mr. Zhao fall from the building with my own eyes." At this point, Wen Mingtang was deeply moved. He took a breath, closed his eyes, paused for a moment, and then spoke again, "Along with Mr. Zhao are several officials from the DPRK and Central Government. Although I don't know them, they must have a good background, and they even ran down to flip the page afterward. Mr. Zhao’s body is suspected of being concealed…”
"Then what else is there to investigate? There is probably something wrong with you! These people are the murderers!" When Liang Hongjin heard this, she couldn't help but said angrily, "There are witnesses, but why haven't we heard any progress yet? ?”
"In investigating cases, we must pay attention to evidence. After all, identifying who is the 'murderer' is a matter of human life and cannot be taken carelessly." When Wen Mingtang said this, he frowned, thinking that Lin Fei asked the guards to search the bodies of several people when he left last night. I don’t know what the outcome will be.