Chapter 63: Hawksbill turtle

Contacting the killer's maidservant, Xie Yao brought a reply two days later.
"Miss, you let the slave-maid contact the killer, there is news." The maid stood in front of Xie Yao. There was no joy in the face after the success of the business, only the uneasy fear.
"What do they say over there?"
"The people in the joint said that there is no killer in Beijing."
"What do you mean?" Xie Yao shook her hand and almost twisted her eyebrows. She put down her eyebrows and said blankly, "They don't want to take it?"
"A few months ago, there were several assassinations in Beijing. The imperial court ordered a thorough investigation. The killers escaped, caught, and the killer organizations were completely wiped out by the imperial court. The remaining few fish that missed the net felt that there was no future for the killer. I went to do other things instead." The maid said quietly, she was afraid that Xie Yao was angry and could not control her instinct and took a step back.
Xie Yao recalled that a few months ago, she had indeed heard the news of the assassination in Beijing. She looked at her maid in horror: "The killer named May 3, may be contacted?"
The maidservant shook her head: "The connector said that May 3 may have been killed, and he has not heard from him for several months."
"I see." Xie Yao thought blankly, since God wants to spend Liuli a few more days, she will endure a few more days. After her father entered Beijing, she thought of other ways.
"It's really hard to make money." Although it's not summer yet, Wu Shan is already wearing a cardigan short beating and sitting in front of the stall to greet the guests.
"Boss, why is there only two slices of lamb in your lamb noodles? There are two more slices of meat next door, and it is cheaper than a penny." A guest, holding a noodle bowl, complained dissatisfiedly, "You can't do this in business."
"Less too little?" The woman who was wiping the table picked up the knife on the table and walked towards the guest.
"If you have something to say, don't move the knife." The guest was startled.
"Oh." The woman sneered, and saw the knife flash, two times, the two pieces of lamb spread on the noodles instantly became more than a dozen pieces of the same size, evenly sprinkled on the noodles.
"A dozen slices of meat, is that enough?" The woman put the knife on the chopping board heavily, eyes sharp.
"Enough, enough." The guest shrunk his neck in fright, picked up the chopsticks and ate his head down to eat it. When paying the bill, he gave the female boss a thumbs up: "The boss is good at cutting."
Wu Shan put the copper plate paid by the guests into the drawer and silently added a spoonful of hot water to the pot.
As the sun grew fiercer, and the number of guests who had eaten noodles became less, Wu Shan sat down on Xiao Mazha and said to the woman who shook her head and said, "How much money have we made this month?"
"Aside from all kinds of raw material money, we lost one or two silvers this month." Wu Si said with a straight face, "Better than last month, we lost five or two silvers last month."
The two looked at each other and sighed together. The ordinary people's lives are really difficult.
After they were separated from the son-in-law that day, they did not return to the city immediately, but lived in a country house for a period of time. When they returned to Beijing, they learned that the organization had been completely wiped out. The most bizarre thing is that the two masters caught by them have been rescued long ago.
As for how the son of the son was discovered and how the hostages were rescued, they dared not inquire, nor did they want to inquire.
Several people summed up and decided to live an ordinary life, and opened this noodle restaurant.
After opening the noodle shop, they found that life was not so easy. You need to get up early and get rid of it, and often deal with strange guests. If they hadn’t washed their hands in the golden basin long ago, those strange guests would have to head down after returning home.
"Boss." An old man in an old robe walked into the noodle shop. "Come three bowls of noodles and five buns."
Wu Shan glanced at him: "No."
"Then four bowls of noodles and five buns."
Wu Si sneered expressionlessly: "Neither."
The old man chuckled: "I heard that there is a piece of antiques in the boss's house. A customer offered thirty-two thousand dollars. Can the boss be willing to sell it?"
"The antiques have long been broken, and they are not sold now, nor will they be sold in the future." Wu Shan threw the tablecloth in his hand on the table. "Don't come again."
The old man grabbed a handful of beans on their counter and ate it slowly: "Guest said, as long as you are willing to sell, you can continue to add money."
Wu Si hung up the closed sign in front of the noodle restaurant and turned to sneer at the old man: "I haven't done this business now. Now, in this situation, who wants to do this business?"
"I know that you only want to live the lives of ordinary people now, but what kind of people do you have in the past? If you earn a few copper coins today, what's the point?" The old man whispered, "This time, it's a big customer It’s so generous that it only takes you to kill a woman."
"Who killed?" Wu Shan asked in a smooth voice.
"Hua Yingting's daughter, Hua Liuli."
Wu Shan and Wu Siqi stayed together. Wu Si turned and opened the noodle restaurant door, pointing out the outside and saying, "Go, don't come again."
The old man said: "Are you serious about being ordinary people in your life?"
Wu Shan said with a straight face: "I have been a gutter mouse for more than 20 years and I am a good person."
The old man looked at this humble noodle restaurant and the tableware and chopsticks that the guests on the wooden table hadn't used and taken away, and suddenly laughed: "It's fine, I won't come to you again in the future."
He turned and walked to the door, and the people in the meeting hall looked at themselves and suddenly said: "I got a message a few days ago, I don't know if it is true or false. There is a son in Yongzhou who was arrested by the Donggong Silver Guard because he sold prohibited goods. Grab it, and you will be escorted into Beijing soon."
Several people in the noodle shop changed their faces.
"I had planned to earn your introduction fee and left Beijing. Since you are unwilling to pick up, I will leave Beijing tonight." The old man smiled, "The road registration is ready."
Wu Shan nodded to him: "Take care."
The old man put his hands behind his back and slowly walked out of the shop door and poured into the flow of people.
Two hours later, Jingzhao House received a report and an old man died on the street. The cause of death was simple. He accidentally fell to the ground, his head knocked to the broken bowl under the eaves, and he swallowed his breath before the doctor arrived.
Because the old man had no family members, the body was sent to Yizhuang for cremation and burial by Beijing Zhaozhao.
"Miss, why did we arrange for our own person to kill that jointer?"
"Only the dead can keep all secrets."
Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Xie Yao gently stroked his face and asked his maid gently: "You said, am I pretty?"
"Miss looks like a fairy."
"But why did the crown prince's cousin not like me?" Xie Yao suddenly smiled, his eyes full of madness, "It doesn't matter, he will become my person sooner or later."
If she couldn't get it, others wouldn't expect it.
In the Imperial Study Room, Emperor Changlong looked through the files of the hall test. There are more than 300 candidates participating in the temple test this time, and he cannot read them one by one, so apart from the top ten selected by the proctor, the others are just random random checks.
"This answer is very exciting and can be rated as the first." Emperor Changlong selected the most promising exam paper and deliberately made a circle on it. After the circle, he smiled and asked the prince who was reading the book, "Yuan Su, do you think this answer might be your future uncle?"
"If not, the father and emperor, will you promote him as the champion for the sake of the children?" The prince seemed to feel a little tired of writing, and dropped his pen and shook his hand. Seeing Emperor Changlong was looking at himself, and shook him again.
The jade beads on the bracelet touched together and made a loud noise.
"What you think is beautiful, the imperial examination about Jiangshan Sheji, how can you play." Emperor Changlong put the first place in a tray alone, "Naturally, it will not work."
"That's it." The prince got up and walked to the court case, extended his hand to change the tea for Emperor Changlong, and looked at the answer sheet that was the first place by Emperor Changlong. "Children don't care if Hua Changkong tests well It's still bad."
"Yeah, you just want to marry a younger sister." Emperor Changlong saw the elder prince stretched out his arms in front of him, poured tea for him for a while, and sorted out the messy mess for him for a while. What's wrong?"
The child is too lazy to be a little diligent, and he is worried about whether he is causing trouble, which is really complicated and contradictory.
"Father and Emperor, the sons have done nothing lately." The prince shook his wrist, and Yuzhu made a loud noise again.
"Don't shake it, it makes me feel dizzy." Emperor Changlong glanced at the Prince's wrist with a lot of jade beads and couldn't help laughing. "You are not the most tired of wearing these things in your hands, are you unhappy?"
The prince was clean with both hands and never wore a ring or jade finger. Even the buddha beads donated by the monk were by him, and he never got up.
"Other bracelets do not like children, but this bracelet is different." Seeing Changlong finally noticed his bracelet, the prince showed a contented smile, "This is from your future daughter-in-law to children."
Emperor Changlong: "..."
What he said was that he had the ability to marry someone into the palace, and he had an addiction in private.
After showing off the bracelet, the prince did not want to help Changlong emperor to give a break: "Father emperor, the emissaries of the tortoiseshell have been in Beijing for a few days, have you ever met them?"
"Why, they sent someone to give you a gift?" Emperor Changlong asked.
"Someone did come to give the gift." The prince seemed to smile with a smile. "Not only did the children receive gifts, I'm afraid other children and brothers also received a lot of good things."
"They are willing to send it, you just take it away." Emperor Changlong said, "As for seeing you, when I see you, it's my business. Outside matters, you are the one who decides for yourself. If there is too much trouble, you just take care of it." , I'm going for you."
"Children also feel that if the father and the emperor are in good hands, there is no time to receive these envoys all day, and it is enough to be handled by the officials of the courtesy department." The prince said, "It is not their head of state who came in person, and they do not need to give them a face."
No matter people or the country, excessive courtesies become weak in their eyes. The strength of Dajin is strong, and the attitude is a little cold, but they are afraid and sincere.
Perhaps this is human nature.
Early in the morning, Hua Liuli found that there were more boxes of gifts at home: "Who sent them?"
"The leader of the tortoiseshell's envoys and the three princes of the tortoiseshell have sent them." Wei Mingyue put the gift list aside, and his tone was faint. I'm panicking now."
"The tortoiseshell country?" Hua Liuli thought of the old man Liu who claimed to be the master of the tortoiseshell prince, snorted coldly.
A few days ago, they were still laughing at the female general in Dajin. It only took a few days before they asked them. She kicked the box: "Mother, daughter don't like these things, send someone to send them back."
Wei Mingyue glanced at her daughter, without asking her reason, nodded and said: "In your opinion."
The tortoiseshell embassy has been restless in the other halls for the past few days. Ever since Jin Po was beaten to no avail, they worried that Dajin would remember the old complaints of the past and turned to attack their country.
When they first entered Beijing, the reception minister of the other building was very polite to them. They hadn't let their mind down for two days, and found that the Emperor Jin did not seem to receive them. They immediately became anxious and gave generous gifts to some of His Royal Highnesses, but did not get a definite answer.
In the end, they really had no choice but to give gifts to some important members of the DPRK and China. However, these officials were very cunning, and they spoke better than one, but no one was willing to give them a definite answer.
"His Royal Highness." A subordinate walked in panic in front of the three tortoiseshell princes. "The gift we sent to General Hua's Mansion was returned."
"What?" The three princes were all white and General Hua was the most powerful general in Dajin. He was unwilling to accept their gifts. Is there any hint?
"Did you inquire, why did the General Palace return these gifts?"
The subordinate shook his head blankly and felt guilty: "The subordinate did not see the two generals in Fuchu, but the subordinate heard a message. This afternoon, General Hua's favorite daughter went back to Cuju to watch the Cuju game. We can take this opportunity Close to her."
"She is a woman. As a foreign man, how can you approach her?" The three princes were worried, knowing that there would be today, he should bring a younger sister over.
"His Royal Highness, the rules of the Jin Dynasty are different from ours. They do not avoid seeing women meet foreign men." The subordinate said, "Even the Cuju match this afternoon is also played by the women's team."
"How can a woman kick the Cuju?" The three princes were very surprised, and thought after a moment, they gritted their teeth and said, "In this case, I personally went to the lady of the flower house to show our sincerity of the tortoiseshell."
The tortoiseshell's people hurriedly inquired about the hobby of the young lady of Huajia. Who knows that except for her frailty and sickness, she was very fond of accidents by the empress dowager in the palace.
"His Royal Highness, my subordinate heard a rumor."
"speak."
"It is rumored that Lord Fushou once had a very unhappy encounter with another master in the music workshop because of a good-looking luthier. His subordinates thought that the master might speak better when facing beautiful men ."
The three best looking princes: "..."
Have they fallen to the point of betraying men?
The author has something to say: Hawksbill turtle: Although we look down on women, we can bend and stretch.
Ava: The last person who used a handsome man's plan for the master of Fushou County was still squatting in the Dali Temple prison.