Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

Song Zhen pulled out a flute from his waist. This place was not far from the village, and Di Renjie should be able to hear the sound of the flute.

Moreover, there were mountains on both sides, which were narrow, so the sound could be transmitted far away.

If the signal flares had not been available until the Ming Dynasty, it would not have been so troublesome.

A quick flute sound came from the forest, and Di Renjie looked up suddenly. He heard it. This was the signal agreed upon by Song Zhen and him.

He hurried over with the clerks, only to see a person lying at Song Zhen's feet.

"This is..."

"Oh, I suspected that he had a problem, but he didn't listen, so I knocked him out."

"..." Di Renjie was speechless for a moment, and he waved his hand, "Carry this man back."

He walked over and asked, "Shouzheng, how is it? Have you found any clues?"

"Yes. Please follow me."

Song Zhen took him to the dilapidated ship and told Di Renjie his reasoning based on the faint dust on the deck.

Poor Di Renjie, his eyes were wide open, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

Good fellow, are your eyes like an eagle? So sharp?

If you were a general, wouldn't you be able to shoot through the air?

Oh, don't tell me, great prophet, the knife is gone.

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On the other side, Cui Mansion in Luoyang——

Cui Mengzhu put her hands under her head and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling.

She was thinking about how to get to Bianzhou?

When she came to the Tang Dynasty, she didn't know many people because she didn't leave her house. The only person with a name was Yan Liben.

She had a heartfelt respect for Yan Liben, the master of painting.

In her previous life, she was a top student of "CAFA", and Yan Liben was equivalent to her ancestor.

She never thought that one day she would become his student.

"It seems that the teacher is busy painting "The Emperors of All Dynasties" recently? He has no time to take me to Bianzhou."

Speaking of "The Emperors of All Dynasties", Cui Mengzhu immediately thought of the professor's grief in the past class.

In modern times, the traitor Liang Hongzhi sold it to the United States at a low price of 60,000 oceans, causing China's national treasure-level cultural relics to flow overseas.

Thinking of this, Cui Mengzhu sat up suddenly.

"No, I must stop this tragedy! Find a time to copy it and make a fake."

Or, if "The Emperors of All Dynasties" is not published in advance, the tragedy can also be prevented.

Cui Mengzhu patted her head and murmured: "It's too early to think about these now. The biggest problem now is how to find a husband."

At this time, she heard someone talking outside the door, and hurriedly ran to the door barefoot and carefully listened with her ears close to her ears.

"Alang, Nianzhen is so weak, can she get married?"

"Alas, my poor daughter. It's okay. At most, I will risk my old face to find a good husband for Nianzhen."

Marry your sister! I don't want to marry anyone else! There is only one person I want to marry, and that person is Song Zhen!

Cui Mengzhu pouted.

Her big eyes rolled around, thinking about countermeasures, and then glanced at the homemade small blood bag on the table.

"Ahem--"

Cui Mengzhu gently pushed open the door. When Cui Qiuhua saw his daughter like this, his heart was so painful.

"Dad--"

Look, she's talking nonsense again, alas.

Cui Qiuhua had already accepted his daughter's special name calmly. He hurried forward and said with concern: "It's cold outside. If you have nothing to do, don't go out. If you have something, you can call Nianqing for help."

"Dad, my daughter's body knows it herself." Cui Mengzhu's lips were pale and her breath was weak.

"Ahem - my daughter, I just want to accompany you well in the limited time."

Cui Qiuhua was heartbroken. Such a sensible child, why did she have to suffer?

He grabbed his daughter's hand and patted it gently, saying, "Aye, I promise you."

In his opinion, this was his daughter's last wish. Although it was unreasonable, as a parent, who would want to see their child suffer?

At her husband's house, she was not as caring as her own family.

Cui Mengzhu let go of her hand, quietly changed the handkerchief to her right hand, and then squeezed it hard.

"Ahem -" She coughed even harder.

Cui Qiuhua looked closely, blood! It was blood!

I didn't expect my daughter's condition to have reached this level?

Am I still a human being? I actually wanted to push her out!

"Quick! Call the doctor!"

Cui Mengzhu smiled sadly and said, "No need, Dad. I'm fine. I'll just get used to it."

"But..."

"Please leave me alone." Cui Mengzhu walked back to the room weakly and slowly closed the door.

Cui Mengzhu behind the door immediately regained her vitality.

That's right, she was pretending to be sick. Since she came to Datang, her body had long recovered under the care of Cui's mansion. In fact, she felt stronger than before.

OnlyYes, she came to a strange world, and in order to protect herself, she had no choice but to continue pretending.

She had no choice. If others knew that she was cured, they would surely marry her off.

In ancient times, daughters were more often just tools.

There was only Song Zhen in her heart, and it was the same in her past and present lives.

She would not marry anyone but him!

As for deceiving Cui Qiuhua, she felt guilty, and could only fulfill her filial piety after marrying Song Zhen.

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"A-choo--" Song Zhen, who was in Bianzhou, rubbed his nose and wondered, "Damn, who is thinking of me?"

Di Renjie asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?"

"I don't know."

Di Renjie took off his coat, put it on Song Zhen, and told him: "Don't catch a cold."

If Cui Mengzhu saw this scene, she would definitely be furious!

Song Zhen tightened his body, leaned lazily against the sedan, and yawned.

"I'll go to sleep first. Call me when you get there."

The village is quite far from the county government office. The more remote the place is, the easier it is to get into trouble.

This provides a perfect excuse for the governors of each state.

Yes, the person is dead, but I don't know, so I didn't report it.

To be honest, if the postmodern era was not due to the development of the Internet, many people would not know.

After returning to the county government office, Di Renjie gently pushed Song Zhen.

The two came to the prison together.

Di Renjie waved his hand, and the jailer beside him immediately understood and poured cold water over him.

The man woke up immediately. He was confused at first, then shocked, and finally terrified.

"Lang, Langguan, I didn't do anything wrong, why did you arrest me?"

Song Zhen picked up a stick and said with a smirk: "Some people don't cry until they see the coffin. You must not learn from him."

"Ah, hit--" Before he finished speaking, he hit the other person with a stick, and Niu Wu grimaced in pain.

"Speak or not? You won't, right? Take a beating from me, Old Song!" Song Zhen suddenly felt good. He had been beaten before, and this time it was his turn to beat someone else.

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

However, before he finished speaking, the stick had already arrived. Niu Wu's face twisted instantly, and he vomited bitterly.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? You should have told me earlier, why didn't you tell me earlier?" Song Zhen threw the stick to the jailer, and he leaned against the wall with his arms around his chest.

"Tell me, why did you appear there? And why did you run away as soon as you saw me?"

"And more." Song Zhen's eyes turned cold, he squinted his eyes slightly, and said word by word.

"What did you do to Wu Da's wife?"

When Niu Wu heard the last sentence, his pupils suddenly dilated!

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