Chapter 508: Difficulties (III)

Although it was a bit cloudy, it was late at night and it was another intersection, so as the man shouted, it immediately attracted the idea of ​​pedestrians.

There were pedestrians watching the fun began to come over here and watched with great enthusiasm.

Zhiran took two steps back and looked at the old woman who was falling to the ground intently. He sighed in his heart as she looked at her wrinkles, gray hair, hunched over, moaning on the ground.

Although he was born and raised in temples, he also followed his master to travel to Lianghuai to beg for alms, and he had some vision.

It’s just that such a street trick, although I haven’t experienced it personally, I have heard of it.

However, this is usually a means used by scoundrels to cheat money. What's the use of it on a monk?

When a monk goes out, how many people carry money? Even if he has a few copper coins, it is not easy to cheat.

"Ouch, oh..." The old woman closed her eyes, twitched all over, moaned hard, her face full of pain.

Zhiran felt a little reluctant to see the man who called her mother just kneeling in front of the old woman and crying, letting the old woman lie on the snow.

He wanted to go forward to support him, but as soon as he took a step, he was stopped by someone.

Although Zhiran didn't know the name, the man looked familiar and recognized him as a man from Cao's mansion.

The person who came was Zhang Yi from Cao's mansion. Seeing that Zhiran showed such a look on his face, he hugged and said, "Master, take a few steps back for now. Be careful of fraud. Let's leave it to the villain." As he said that, Zhiran avoided the crowd and retreated.

While talking, two young men came close to him, clasped their fists and held courtesy at Zhiran, and then stood behind Zhang Yi.

Looking at this style, I think it is also the servants of Cao's mansion to protect the hospital.

Zhiran looked calm and stopped and watched the changes. However, because there were many people watching the fun, he covered the front tightly, and even if he looked at it, he couldn't see it clearly.

Zhang Yi listened with his ears, not knowing the reason. The old woman who was moaning just now had no movement. He took two steps closer to the front and looked at the old woman through the wall. However, he was on the ground like a corpse and stopped talking.

He was shocked and was not yet showing his face, thinking about how to deal with it.

The man on the ground wailed a few times. Seeing that the passers-by were almost around, he got up and rushed towards Zhiran, and said, "You evil monk, please give me my mother my life..."

Because Zhang Yi and others protected Zhiran, where could the man pounce?

After being stopped, he struggled hard, and he squatted his butt inadvertently, and couldn't help but grin, looking very embarrassed.

He turned over and said to everyone watching the fun: "Brothers of the past, you have to make the decision for me. This evil monk killed my mother, I pity my mother..." As he said that, he kowtowed "bumped". His snot and tears came out.

There were some people watching the fun next to me, some people couldn't stand it, some people were joking, and they criticized Zhiran in a verbal way.

"Oh hey, the little monk looks good, why is he so vicious and can't hit someone in vain? There is no king's law yet." One person said.

Someone also said, "That's right, the prince breaks the law and is still guilty of the common people. I haven't heard that the monk breaks the law and does not hinder the matter."

"Look at this tender skin, it makes people feel dry. How come they look like a monk?" Someone laughed twice, and his words were full of frivolity.

The other two guards of the Cao family were furious when they heard it, but Zhang Yi seemed to have not heard it. His eyes were staring at the motionless old woman on the ground. His expression gradually became solemn.

Zhiran also saw something wrong, so he walked around the two guards, walked to the old woman, leaned over to observe.

The old woman's neck was covered with blood, and her face turned gray.

Zhiran reached out to explore the old woman's breath, and she was already exhausted.

He looked solemn, his hands folded, and he looked at the howling man on the ground, with no joy or anger on his face.

The man howled "Mom", "Mom", and raised his head, just in front of Zhiran's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, looked away, and then rushed to the old woman's body, crying loudly.

The passers-by also thought it was wrong, and said, "Mom, I really hit someone to death!"

The one said, "Report to the official quickly, don't run away from this monk, everyone will die."

As they spoke, everyone had already surrounded Zhiran, and the eyes that looked at Zhiran also regarded him as the murderer.

Originally, they looked a little old, but they felt that the old woman and her son were "striking" but now they were confused.

If this is a "smashing" person, he will not sacrifice his life. Moreover, the other party is a simple-dressed monk, not as good as a wealthy businessman?

From afar, soldiers from the police camp came over.

Zhang Yi's heart sank. If he really died, it seems that he could not avoid the yamen.

He could see clearly what happened just now. It was the old woman who hit Zhiran himself and then moaned on the ground. Because passers-by blocked his sight, he did not see the subsequent love.

It took only half a cup of tea, why did this old woman die?

He was ordered by Mr. Zhuang to take someone to secretly protect Zhiran, but now he made such a mistake. He frowned, shocked and puzzled, who was the trap and what was the purpose?

At present, the arrival of the police camp is not the time to think about these things.

Zhang Yi turned around and explained to one of the followers: "Old Tang, you go home immediately and find Mr. Zhuang. I have carefully explained the details here. Please make an idea."

The man named Lao Tang went in response. Zhang Yi quickly walked forward, stood in front of Zhiran, and hugged the soldiers from the police camp...

Banyan courtyard, upper room, in front of the corridor.

Mr. Zhuang stood under the eaves, looked up at the sky.

The clouds are heavy and the wind is light, and it seems that it will snow again.

Thinking of Cao Yong who was rushing to Zhangjiakou, Mr. Zhuang calculated his distance in his mind. Shahe and Nankou, should he rest in Badaling tonight?

I heard news a few years ago that it was snowy in Mongolia and many cattle and sheep died.

It was just the loss of the people or Mongolian princes, and they were temporarily out of touch with the court. When the people in the capital heard this, they just laughed it off and few of them took it to heart.

Since he could alarm the imperial guards and allow Kangxi to personally issue an order and send someone to inspect, he would probably have suffered heavy losses on the court ranch.

The Qing Dynasty entered the pass for more than 60 years. However, Ma Zheng was in a state of sluggishness, and it was getting worse every year.

There were originally many shady stories in the horse farm, and the number of horses was very humble. Now that we are facing a snow disaster, we still don’t know how many good horses will die.

The northwest is not peaceful, and the court has no money at all. If the horse is sharply reduced, it will be more and more difficult for the court's military power. Long lively is the most powerful person. I don't know that many war horses have been killed. Only then can I stab the emperor.

Just as he was thinking, he saw someone walking quickly at the gate of the courtyard. He was with Zhang Yi protecting the head of the Zhiran underworld guarding Tang Hai.

"Sir, no, Master Zhiran was taken away by the police camp..." Tang Hai was anxious. He hugged and clasped his fists as a polite greeting, and then said bluntly.

Mr. Zhuang's expression turned solemn, and he said, "What's going on? Didn't you go to the Thirteenth Prince's Mansion? Why did you go to the yamen again?"

Tang Hai breathed a sigh of relief and told Mr. Zhuang what he did just now.

Mr. Zhuang frowned, his face so dark that he was afraid of others...

Not only Mr. Zhuang, but also Prince Bumuba, had an ugly face.

At the gate of Shuncheng Palace, he got off the carriage with a dark face, and all the commanders came off the horse with the guards.

Bumuba got off the horse and didn't say anything about entering the mansion. He turned his head with a dark face and looked at a man dressed in a steward beside him. He stretched out his hand and whipped it.

The whip slid slightly on the manager's face, causing a bloody rafter to immediately on his face. Then Bu Muba cursed: "What's going on with a bastard? Didn't you say you're looking for two 'bumps' people to make things difficult for the little monk, and then I came forward? Why did you find a fool and fall to the ground and die?"

The manager's face felt aching, but he didn't dare to touch it.

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Bumuba's words, the manager immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Master, I'm wronged. Who would have thought that that person would find this old woman to 'bump'..."

Bumuba was originally upset. I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

He just wanted to find an opportunity to meet Zhiran and be friends. Who would have thought that Zhiran would be involved in the murder case?

He was just annoyed, and after hearing the manager's death, he dared to complain, so he stepped forward and kicked him. The manager's body staggered and fell to the ground hard.

Bumuba was too lazy to see him again, so he called two other officials and sent them to the Tutong yamen for information.

Badaling, Juyongwai Town, and the inn.

Cao Yong spent dinner and discussed with Wei Hei about tomorrow's itinerary.

The capital city is about 400 miles away from Zhangjiakou, and now it has been 150 miles. At this speed, you should be able to arrive in Zhangjiakou tomorrow.

After a little rest in Zhangjiakou, Cao Yong wanted to leave the customs and go to the two-wing ranch of Taipu Temple.

The Ministry of War can always encounter it all the way, and it will always be safer after passing through Zhangjiakou.

Wei Hei remembered the resentment in Nalan Chengping's eyes, and was still a little worried, and said, "Young Master, otherwise I would send someone back to Beijing and ask a few more skilled people to come over."

Cao Yong rubbed his forehead and said, "There are only a few things that the mansion needs to use. It's time to deliver the letter now. It will take a few days for us to come here. By then, we have almost arrived at the ranch."

Wei Hei was still a little worried, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Young Master, it's better to find out when you arrive in Zhangjiakou, and see if there are any caravans outside the door. If you can get along with your fellow travelers, you'll be more secure on the way."

Although he felt it was troublesome, Cao Yong knew that Wei Hei was talking about good intentions, so he nodded and said, "Well, Brother Wei, I know."

Seeing Cao Yong's reply, Wei Hei sighed and relaxed a little with a tight expression.

In another yard at the same station, Nalan Chengping couldn't feel relieved.

He sat at the table, looked at the letter in his hand, snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression changed. Sometimes it was sad, sometimes it was cold, and it looked very sad.

After reading the letter, he looked at the lamp on the table and ran away. He was stunned for a moment and sighed, took off the lampshade, and lit the letter in his hand.

Seeing the letter burning out, he stood up, looked down at his refill, and clenched his fists vigorously...

The capital city, the east prefecture of the Cao family, the east cross courtyard.

Cao Song, who came back from duty, changed his clothes and washed his clothes. After dinner, Jinghui sent the maid down, and there was only a couple left in the room.

Thinking of lying to her mother-in-law Zhao Jia in the afternoon, Jinghui's face was a little embarrassed. There was no way. Although they were all family members, there was nothing they could do, but because she was afraid of smearing Cao Yong and Chu Yu's face, she opposed her mother-in-law's snack shop.

The shop was rented out and signed a five-year contract, but the other party had no relationship with the royal family, but he was just a fellow villager in charge of the Fucha Mansion.

Jinghui was afraid that Zhao Jia would continue to get entangled, so she lie and broke the matter apart.

However, seeing Zhao Jia's meaning and still having to open a snack shop, Jinghui couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

In her heart, she respected and loved Cao Yong and Chu Yu very much, so she naturally didn't want anything to embarrass them.

But she has been married these days and has watched coldly, and she can see that her mother-in-law is not very friendly to herself, so she refuses to say more words and refuses to take more steps.

If the second room is really open, I still don’t know how to gossip outside, how can Jinghui continue to remain silent?

After thinking about it, she told Cao Song about Zhao Jia's plan to open a snack shop.

Cao Song was touching his purse and thinking about asking Jinghui to collect the silver notes given to him by his brother in the morning. After hearing Jinghui's words, he was speechless.
Chapter completed!