Accident

  A quiet night, with only the fragrance of flowers wafting through the long street.

  The sound of footsteps echoed, a lonely figure wandered back and forth, shouting someone's name over and over again. He went to many corners, searching hard, but unfortunately, he got nothing.

  Suddenly, he saw a flash of red at the corner and hurried over with excitement, "Qin Sang, is that you?"

  "Who?!" A loud shout stopped him in his tracks, a sharp sword was placed on his neck, making him break out in cold sweat.

  A charming woman emerged from the shadows, and upon seeing his face, she was taken aback for a moment before smiling sweetly. "Oh, it's Young Master Jia! What are you doing here so late?"

  "No need to waste words on him, just kill him." The person holding the sword had a hoarse voice, and in an instant, a murderous aura enveloped everyone.

  "I have no grudges with you, why do you want to kill me?!" Jia Le's face showed a look of shock, and he swallowed hard, "And I just didn't see or hear anything, you can't kill me..."

  "You're clever, but... " The woman curled up her mouth. "How do I know you're not lying?"

  Jia Le wanted to argue, but a sword tip suddenly pierced through his chest and emerged from his back, blocking the rest of his words in his throat. He looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief, only to see a hint of anger on her face.

  "I didn't tell you to take action, why did you act on your own?"

  A hoarse male voice replied, "I only take care of killing people, the rest is none of my business." As he spoke, he drew his sword and Jia Le fell to the ground.

  "Hmph." The woman snorted, not bothering to argue with him, and quickly squatted down, pulling out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, pouring out medicine pills for Jia Le to swallow. Finally, she said: "I hope you're lucky, I still want to play with that young master again."

  Before long, the watchman passed by and saw a vague figure lying there from afar. He thought it was some drunk vagabond, but when he walked over to take a look, he realized something was wrong and hastily turned around to call for help.

  The peaceful night was broken, and it was less than half an hour before dawn.

  Yan Sanbai was called up when he was still dreaming, and as soon as he heard that Jia Qing had been found, who was in a critical condition, all the sleepiness was driven away. When he went out, he met Li Yan, who was also called up, and they exchanged a glance without saying much, and rushed to the government office together.

  In the government office, Jia Qing was anxiously pacing back and forth. As Jia Le's father, he was the first to be notified. After a while, he impatiently asked for the fifth time, "Where is the doctor?! Why hasn't he been summoned yet?!"

  "Sir, please wait for a moment, I've already gone to invite him, he'll be here very soon..."

  "What's going on?! It's already been a whole incense stick of time, what if my son is dead?!" Jia Qing grabbed the speaker's collar, his forehead bulging with blue veins.

  However, at this moment, a white hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Jia Qing's wrist. "Lord Jia, let go first, the young master's matter has nothing to do with this official."

  Jia Qing turned around and met Yan San's clear and bright eyes, then looked back at Luoyang Wang behind him, and finally slightly restrained himself and let go.

  Li Yan glanced at him and didn't say anything. Instead, he turned his head to Ah Meng, who had been called over on purpose, and said: "You go take a look."

  Ammon smiled and walked into Jia Le's room, saying: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, being anxious can't save a dying person..."

  Jia Qing had been holding back his anger, but upon hearing this, he suddenly felt a surge of rage. However, another rumor suddenly popped into his head. It was said that the chief eunuch of the Luoyang Palace, Ah Mon, had exceptional medical skills, and even the Empress Dowager had allowed him to take her pulse. Thinking of this, Jia Qing's heart suddenly rose with a glimmer of hope, and he hastily said: "Then I'll have to trouble Chief Eunuch Ah Mon, please, you must save my child, you must save him!"

  "Hehe," Amun was still the same, "Don't rush, don't rush."

  A'meng went in to rescue people, and the result is still unknown. Yan Sanbai turned around and immediately called the first person who found Jiale, asking for details.

  The person was found in a narrow alley one street away from the Shallow Red Building, with no signs of struggle on the surface, only a clear wound on the chest. Afterwards, Yan Sanbai immediately went to the scene to investigate, and Li Yan followed him there. The two of them carefully examined the corner where the body was found, but they didn't find anything.

  Facing the sudden change, even Yan Sanbai couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  "Any leads?" Li Yan asked.

  Yan Sanbai said in a low voice, "As I've said before, the person who killed Cheng Rui and Li Qian won't kill Jia Le. Moreover, the way this time's perpetrator handled things was quick and decisive, which is also very different from the previous ones."

  "So you're saying there's someone else involved in this case?"

  Yan Sanbai didn't answer, but instead looked in the direction of Qingying Building and said: "This place is very close to Qingying Building."

  "Shall we go now?" Li Yan asked.

  However, Yan Sanbai shook his head, "Let's go back to Yumen first."

  Li Yan felt a strange sensation, and Yan Sanbai seemed to be stimulated by Jia Le's words, as if he had already known something.

  And without saying anything else, the two quickly returned to the government office. At this time, Ah Mon just happened to be wiping his hands and coming out of the room, "Hehe, fortunate not to have failed the mission."

  According to Ah Mon, the wound on Jia Le's chest did not directly pierce his heart, but he lost too much blood and should have been beyond salvation. However, someone fed him a Resurrection Pill, which managed to cling to his last breath.

  But who would give him the Resurrection Pill?

  Things seemed to be shrouded in another layer of mystery, at this time Ling Ding came over and asked: "Yan Daxia, Qingpi's side... Jia Gongzi has been found, should we let them calm down?"

  Yan Sanbai thought for a moment and gestured to him to wait, then went to find Jia Qing himself.

  "Lord Jia, I have something to ask for your help."

  "Oh, Lord Yan, if there's anything you need me for, just say the word. As long as it's within my power, I won't decline!" Jia Qing felt a surge of gratitude in his heart and was extremely willing to oblige.

  "I request that Lord Jia accompany me in a play. First, we will announce to the outside world that Young Master is deceased. As for what follows, I have other plans."

  "Play a trick?" Jia Qing hesitated for a moment, but after a brief pause, he agreed. Yan Sanbai was famous outside, and Jia Qing hoped he could catch the murderer as soon as possible to avenge his son.

  Yan Sanbai nodded in gratitude, and then immediately ordered Ling Ding, "Let those green-skinned men make a bigger fuss about Jia Le's case, and say that the case has already made progress, and the real culprit will soon surface."

  Saying that, Yan Sanbai looked at Li Yan again, "Also, Prince Wang, please send someone to invite Miss Qiutian over and tell her that I'd like to invite her to watch a play. At the same time, go to Lingjue Temple and find a young monk named Hui Neng."

  This was both a play and a spectator sport, which completely confused everyone, but Li Yan somehow grasped the idea and happily agreed.

  At noon, the temperature in Luoyang City began to rise, and the Jia Mansion welcomed guests one after another.

  Yan Sanbai stood beside the stone lion at the gate, looking up at the sky, worried that a long-awaited guest had yet to arrive.

  The cicada was the first to arrive. Recently, due to a murder case in the Shallow Red Building, business has been somewhat slow. She had nothing better to do, so as soon as she received the invitation, she came.

  She had been sitting in the hall for a long time, but didn't see anyone coming to entertain her. She looked at Yan Sanbai who was standing at the entrance of the hall, staring blankly after leading her in, "Young Master Yan, you can't be inviting me to the Jia residence just to have me sit here, can you?"

  Li Yan and Yan Sanbai stood shoulder to shoulder at the door, dazed, their movements surprisingly consistent. Upon hearing this, Yan Sanbai didn't move, Li Yan turned around and said: "Why not come up with a little tune to liven things up?"

  "The prince is really joking, Master Jia just died, I'm afraid it's not suitable, right?"

  Then play a sad tune. I remember you're good at the pipa, Zero Ding, go get a pipa for Autumn Cicada. Li Yan made the decision without discussion, and Zero Ding obeyed, quickly bringing over a pipa and handing it to Autumn Cicada.

  "Miss, please."

  The cicada was driven away by the ducks, and just as it was about to say something else, Li Yan pressed his index finger against his lips, his eyes sternly warning, "Shh—"

  Yan Sanbai was deep in thought, his mind a blank except for the fragments of the case flashing through his brain. As he sat there thinking, he found himself crouching at the door, his hands clasped together in his sleeves, his expression... somewhat stupid.

  Li Yan, regardless of being a dignified prince, also squatted down with him. The two people restrained their demeanor and seemed to have no presence at all, almost startling Jia Qing who was walking by.

  What's going on? Begging for food?

  But he immediately remembered that he was a father who had just lost his son, and in an instant, his face turned into a constipated expression, and he walked away sadly.

  The cicada gazed helplessly at the two enchanting figures, and couldn't resist rolling her eyes in a multitude of emotions. She tuned the strings of her pipa, and since she was really bored, she began to play a sorrowful and sentimental melody on the pipa.

  But this song is not really a lament, it's more of a melancholy, if you want to say it in one sentence - being overly sentimental always leads to the pain of separation.

  However, Yan Sanbai, who had been in a daze all along, suddenly reacted when he heard the pipa sound. The starry sky in his eyes seemed to be touched by something, and he slowly turned his head to look at the hands playing the pipa.

  Her slender fingers, like those of a certain lady.

  Li Yan caught the fleeting emotion in Yan Sanbai's eyes, and was taken aback for a moment. He looked at Qiu Cui, then at Yan Sanbai again, his eyes filled with inquiry.

  Zero walked over and felt a strange atmosphere between the three people, rubbed his head, turned around and looked at Ah Meng who was smiling beside him.

  Ammon shook his head - I don't understand emotional things.

  At this time, Jia's house welcomed another wave of guests, but they were a group of uninvited visitors.

  Several of Jia Yu's fellow students and friends came, having heard that Jia Yu had passed away, they were filled with sorrow and came together to pay their respects. Jia Qing recognized two of them and hastily invited them in, these people were able to come so quickly, showing how sincere and genuine their intentions were.

  However, Ling saw a familiar face inside.

  "Huh? Yuan Gongzi, you're here too."

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