Jia Yi Bing Ding Wu

  Yan Sanbai didn't even have time to elaborate when suddenly someone called out from a distance, "Lord Yan!"

  He looked up and saw the face of the approaching person, and thought to himself that something was wrong. The arriving person was Zuo Ming, who bowed from a distance before he even approached Yan Sanbai.

  Yan Sanbai was somewhat surprised, last time Zuo Ming's attitude wasn't this enthusiastic, what's going on?

  He lowered his head to look at the token in his hand, and quickly understood - a lone detective couldn't be that important to the Minister of Dali Temple, but add a Prince of Luoyang to the mix and it was a different story.

  But now Li Yan is not here, and it's also troublesome for Yan Sanbai to deal with.

  "Master Yan, these two said they wanted to see you, so I brought them in." Along with Zuo Ming came Wang Qi and Lu Boyuan. After returning to the Wang residence, they followed Lu Lingge's orders to come here and find Yan Sanbai.

  Yan Sanbai nodded in gratitude, but Zuo Ming was not so easily dismissed. He smiled and said: "Lord Yan, are you short-handed? I happen to have some free time these two days. If there's anything that needs help, please don't hesitate to ask."

  Yan Sanbai was at a loss for how to refuse, when Guan Qingci suddenly spoke up in a cold voice: "He doesn't need it."

  Zuo Ming had just deliberately ignored Guan Ying's words, not knowing that he would still come out to make trouble in such an unseemly manner. Suddenly displeased, he said: "Guan sir, I was asking Yan sir, not you. Since when did this become your one-man show? The Grand Justice Temple isn't yours alone either; if you can help, why can't I?"

  Guan Qing's expression seemed completely unresponsive, without even a twitch of his eyelid. "So?"

  "So whether I need your help or not is none of your business."

  "So?"

  "It's better to have one thing less than to have one thing more."

  "So?" Guan Qing's expression remained unchanged, his face as cold and stiff as if it had been frozen.

  "So you can't even swap two words? Are you mute or something?" Zuo Ming was so angry that he became furious, is this the end?! Is this the end?!

  Guan Qing gave him a cold glance - so, what's next?

  "Look! Look! Mr. Guan and Mr. Zuo are quarreling again!"

  "What's going on? It was clearly just Left Horse farting around!"

  "Haha, what level of anger do you think Lord Left is at now if we categorize it as A, B, C, D, or E?"

  "That's enough, be careful someone might hear you..."

  Watching the two young masters competing in magic is a daily occurrence at the Grand Cathedral.

  Although Guan Gong's words were stern and severe, he could always make Zuo Ming's clever and cunning remarks seem like a Buddha descending from the heavens. Everyone felt that Guan Gong's words must have been enchanted with some kind of magic spell.

  The quarrel is still going on over there.

  "What's with that look!" Zuo Ming suppressed his anger and also stared back at Guan Qixian with a cold, condensed gaze.

  Guan Qing's expression changed and was no longer as cold as before. His thin lips opened, and he uttered two words that drove people crazy: "White idiot."

  "Jade Emperor, you've gone mad! You're going from Jia to Wu!"

  "It's been ages since Master Guan scolded like this..."

  "It's also possible to say that if one is mute, how can they still ask 'so'?"

  …………

  "Guān Qīngcí!" Zuǒ Míngqì's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, but where was Guān Qīngcí?

  He scolded "white idiot" and turned around to leave, so cool.

  That resolute back, steady pace, was like a knife to Zuo Ming's heart. Zuo Ming was about to explode, but his trusted subordinates rushed up and stopped him, urging in hushed tones: "Your Excellency must not!"

  Zuo Ming calmed down a bit and also knew that he had been angered into being reckless again. This was the Temple of Great Wisdom, if he dared to take action, Guan Qing would immediately grab his small tail and catch him - attacking an official of the imperial court was a serious crime.

  "Hmph, let you be rampant for a while longer. Zuo Ming narrowed his eyes, and a hint of sinister intent flashed across."

  Zuo Ming thought so and felt a little better in his heart. However, when he turned around, Yan Sanbai was nowhere to be seen.

  Where's he? He was just here a moment ago! How did he run away faster than a rabbit!

  The rabbit, Yan Sanbai, jumped out of the Dali Temple after a few ups and downs. Guan Qingci and Wang Qi came out afterwards. Yan Sanbai then entrusted Guan Qingci to take Wang Qi and Lu Bo to find the real place where Wang Jingchuan was killed. Wang Qi and Lu Bo were people from the Guihe faction, since Wang Jingchuan died in the Guihe faction, they might be of some help.

  As for Yan Sanbai, Guan Qingci was a person who didn't get along with him at first, but after several interactions, he found that he was a worthy person to interact with. At least, he wouldn't make Yan Sanbai feel embarrassed like Zuo Ming did, and he was a straightforward and practical person.

  Upon hearing this, Guan Qing did not decline, but Wang Qi and Lu Boran looked at each other in dismay. How could they be suddenly assigned to the side of the Dalisi Temple? They were not good at dealing with government officials.

  Wang Qi couldn't help but say: "Yan Dashao, aren't you going with us?"

  "There are still other things to do, please bear with you two for a while." As he spoke, Yan Sanbai turned around and was about to leave. But after walking a few steps, he turned his head back and gave one last instruction, "Officer Guan, sometimes, looking at the problem from a different angle can restore its original appearance."

  Guan Qing's words seemed to have a hidden meaning, and he could feel that Yan Sanbai already had an answer in his heart. But Wang Qi and Lu Boyan were completely bewildered, seeing Yan Sanbai leave, the two suddenly became anxious, asking: "This Chang'an city is so big, how can we find him?"

  "Can't find it? Then go look for it." Guan Qing gave a glance, and the two of them immediately fell silent. This intimidating aura was truly more frightening than those Jianghu people.

  At the same time, Yan Sanbai was walking alone in the vast Chang'an City. He had just learned from Guan Qing that he had encountered Lu Shuangxing in the morning and decided to investigate.

  Things are actually like this.

  In the morning, Guan Qing brought Zhang Yan and others to a guest house on their way. They happened to meet Lu Shuangxing mediating a fight - he threw the troublemaker from the second floor down.

  With a thud, it crashed through the thatched roof below and fell into a feeding trough filled with oats.

  Better yet, Guan Ying didn't recognize Lu Shuangxing's face, but he recognized that infamous Jiuyuan sword.

  What's more, this troublemaker was also familiar with Guan Yu, and he was the leader of the local ruffians in the eastern part of the city, who often stirred up trouble.

  As the Deputy Minister of Dalish Temple, he saw Lu Shuangxing with such a murderous suspicion, and naturally, he had to take action. So he took an arrow step, and with a thud, his foot landed on the back of that almost-crawling, dizzy-headed person, then borrowed strength and jumped up.

  At that moment, Diu's head seemed to hear the sound of his own ribs and heart shattering simultaneously.

  In the bustling inn where travelers come and go, people are still enthusiastically recounting their morning experiences.

  The plump boss stood behind the counter, one hand nimbly manipulating the abacus with all ten fingers, while the other hand picked up a melon seed and held it in her teeth. With a slight crunching sound, the tender white flesh of the melon seed fell into her mouth.

  Cracking melon seeds and sipping clear tea, she repeated the events of that morning in a flowery tone. After seeing off one wave of visitors, another arrived, and she delightedly told them again.

  Suddenly, a gentle and pleasant male voice came from beside her ear, "Boss lady, I'd like to ask you something."

  "Wow, the voice is so good to hear, I suppose you're a handsome young master too?" The boss lady thought to herself, looked up and saw the real person, immediately threw aside the abacus that was clicking away, also threw aside the melon seeds that were ruining her image, leaned in with her plump body on the counter, and said with a smile: "Young master, what do you want to ask?"

  "Excuse me, the person who had a fight with the temple master this morning, has he been staying here for these past few days?"

  The landlady spoke quickly, "Yes, yes, he's been living here all along, just like that three-stringed instrument player, the two of them live in one room, going in and out together, just like a couple."

  Yan Sanbai rubbed his nose and smiled, asking: "Did that person go out yesterday afternoon?"

  "No, I remember clearly. Yesterday, the one who played the three-stringed instrument told a story for an entire afternoon, and that person just sat in the corner listening, listening and listening until he fell asleep. It's really unknown how he could sleep with all the noise around him, and he didn't move for half a day." As she spoke, the old lady enthusiastically pointed out the direction to Yan Sanbai, "Look, it's over there."

  Before she could turn around, the handsome young man had already left, leaving behind only a faint "thank you" lingering in the air.

  Yan San Bai walked without stopping for a moment.

  After the inn was Qingbaotang, after Qingbaotang was a mortuary, and after the mortuary was Wan'an Temple... He was like a wisp of wind, darting back and forth at incredible speed through all these places.

  When alone, I am free and at my fastest.

  The tip of the foot lightly touched a certain raised eave, and a child who was blowing a pinwheel was surprised to see a white cloud flash by. The wind rose, the pinwheel whirred around, the child closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the cloud had floated away, leaving only the bright, slightly dazzling sunlight.

  Guan Qing led the way, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, as he walked in front, tirelessly leading Wang Qi and Lu Bo through the big and small streets of Chang'an City.

  Considering the time when Wang Jingchuan was killed, the city gate had already been closed. Therefore, it is impossible for Wang Jingchuan to have been killed outside the city. The crime scene can only be within the city, in some corner that is not easily noticed by people.

  At this moment, in the imperial palace, a certain someone who had promised to help but ran away halfway was rubbing his face, putting on the brightest and most likable smile in history, clearing his throat, pushing aside the curtains, and before he even walked in, that flattering clear voice had already spread throughout the entire grand hall.

  "Grandma, grandson is coming to see you!"

  Needless to say, this must be the Wang Palace of Luoyang. The empress dowager with white hair but still spirited sat in a taishi chair, her eyes closed, motionless, and the fine lines and wrinkles on her face seemed to exude majesty.

  Li Yanxue imitated Yan Sanbai, rubbed her nose, walked over, and affectionately held the Dowager Empress's shoulder. "Grandma, why don't you care about me? We haven't seen each other for a long time."

  Li Yan coaxed for half a day, and the old lady, who was dignified without being angry, slowly opened one eye, glanced at him, and saw her grandson giving her an apologetic look.

  The old lady snorted and turned her head away.

  Li Yan gave her a shoulder massage, "I'm not busy with something, do you know Detective Yan Sanbai? Grandma, you've always wanted to meet him, he's back in Chang'an to investigate a case."

  The majestic King of Luoyang, who was with you just a moment ago, has now sold out the person.

  The empress seemed to have a motive, so Li Yan continued: "Really, tomorrow I'll bring him here for you to see, and let him wish his grandmother a happy birthday, how about that?"

  The empress dowager finally opened her eyes, "Really?"

  "Really." Li Yan nodded firmly.

  The empress finally smiled and her face lit up, pulling Li Yan's hand, the more she looked at him, the happier she became, "Little Feng'er..."

  Li Yan's eyelids twitched and he fanned his face with a folding fan, "Grandma, I'm already this old, can you please stop calling me by my childhood name?"

  "Why not, Little Phoenix is good, Grandma likes it, just call out a few more times, Little Phoenix, Little Phoenix?"

  "Eh." Li Yan could only respond with.

  "Achoo!" Yan Sanbai had just stepped into the Wang mansion when he suddenly let out a loud sneeze. The black cat on the wall was startled and almost fell off.

  Yan Sanbai rubbed his nose, who was talking about him again?

  However, suddenly a loud and intense bell sound came from the Wang's residence, Yan San's eyes condensed, without paying attention to anything else, he immediately went in.

  Outside Zhongbo's house, a string of small golden bells shook one after another, simultaneously emitting dense and numerous warning sounds.

  They look like they are connected by something, and pulling one hair moves the whole body.

  Swallow Three White looked carefully and only then realized that between the several trees outside the house, some transparent silk threads had been tied up. The two ends of the silk threads were connected to small bells. At this moment, those silk threads were also slightly trembling.

  "Master Yan!" Zero Ting's voice came from behind. Yan Sanbai turned his head to look, and saw Zero Ting running over with a slight pant.

  "Are all these things done by you?" Yan San Bai couldn't help but wonder.

  Ling wiped the sweat, his clear face flushed with red, "Yes, I'm slightly familiar with array mechanisms, so I set one up outside Zhongbo's room. Lord Yan, you're indeed prescient, just now someone tried to break in, but they got caught in my trap and were discovered by me. Unfortunately, he escaped too quickly, I didn't catch up."

  At this time, Lu Lingge also heard the movement here and rushed over. He was obviously surprised by the scene here, and when he heard that these were all set up by Ling, his gaze at Ling also changed. No one had expected that this seemingly ordinary follower would understand all of this.

  But Lu Lingge was more worried about something else. He hesitated and asked, "Yan Daxia, could it be... that Er Shixiong has an accomplice? Does he want to kill Zhongbo?"

  "It may be." Yan Sanbai said calmly.

  The author has something to say: Today, I accidentally deleted a chapter that I had just written, and suddenly felt like life was not worth living.

  Hand weakness is also a kind of disease. It's deep-seated and exists in my nerves, impossible to extricate myself from it.

  With a "duang" sound, it erupted.

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