Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Shi Zhongfei stood up and shivered in the cold wind before he came back to his senses. After thinking about it, Xu Wenlan was still asleep in the room, why don't he go to Kong Changhui's mansion.

After Kong Changhui was promoted to Dali Temple Secretary, naturally he could no longer live in Mingxiang Garden.

But in order to be closer to Mingxiang Garden, he abandoned the large courtyard on South Street, and instead built a small mansion on the street next to Mingxiang Garden.

For this reason, when he moved in, he was laughed at by Haosheng.

Shi Zhongfei glanced at his lintel, and shook his head repeatedly with the word 'Confucius' hanging on it, feeling that he might as well not move it, it was just a gift from him and Bingwen.

This Confucius Mansion, some can't put it down...

Shi Zhong flew out of Mingxiang Garden and arrived at the Confucius Mansion in less than half a cup of tea. He knocked on the door. When the servant saw it was him, he said first, "Master Kong went to Dali Temple early in the morning."

Shi Zhong flew into the air, and had no choice but to walk back with an angry expression...

Ever since Kong Changhui took over the case of burning the corpse, he had to leave early and return late for the matter of Xia Chu, and he really worried a lot.

Others investigate cases and collect evidence in order to arrest people.

He investigates cases and collects evidence in order to release people.

Last night, he negotiated at Xie Jiming's mansion until midnight, and he originally planned to sleep a little longer this morning.

As a result, Guan Xi knocked on the door early in the morning to report that the man who had been arresting and spreading Xia Chu's burning corpse for days had been found.

Kong Changhui bounced off the bed with a 'bass' sound, and he hurried to Dali Temple with Guan Xi without even having breakfast.

Before Xiao Mubai and Zhao Xingwen were on their way to pick up the Marquis back to the mansion, they had caught two troublemakers and asked Cong Ting to **** them to the punishment department.

After Kong Changhui took over, he sent Guan Xi to detain the two.

Not only that, Dali Temple also dispatched a large number of officials. Anyone who heard about the case of the burning of the body in early Xia on the street would be invited back on the grounds of cooperating with the investigation and providing clues.

Therefore, the people who poured dirty water in these two days gradually disappeared.

Under the deliberate leadership of Bingwen, the direction of public opinion gradually turned to the side of Xia Chu.

Kong Changhui arrested so many people and returned to Dali Temple. Interrogation and investigation alone was time-consuming and labor-intensive, and he had to think of a way to pry out the mastermind from the two people escorted by the Ministry of Punishment.

Finally, tracing back to the source, a portrait of a man was drawn from the mouths of everyone, and then the two were confirmed as ambassadors, and the Dali Temple posted the official document of the sea arrest.

The case made some progress, and Kong Changhui only got some free time last night and went to Xie Jiming's mansion.

"Where did you catch it?" Kong Changhui got into the carriage, and after thinking about it, he walked down, went to the second seat of the driver, and asked Guan Xi to hurry.

Guan Xi originally wanted to persuade him to sit in the carriage. This morning in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month is too cold, so don't get caught in the wind.

But looking at Kong Changhui's urgent appearance, he swallowed his original words, swung his horsewhip, and replied while driving: "It wasn't caught, it was sent by Miss Yuqiao from Yixianglou, and said it was last night. This person went to have fun, and she was dazed when she looked familiar, so she sent someone to bring it over."

Kong Changhui pondered: "I was dazed last night, why did it arrive in the morning?"

Guan Xi murmured a little, and after a while, he said, "My subordinates guessed that they should have been tried for one round."

"Uh?" Kong Changhui looked surprised: "What do you mean?"

Guan Xi increased the strength of the whip and increased the speed: "Sir, you will know when you go to the Dali Temple..."

When Kong Changhui arrived at Dali Temple and saw the man, he found out that he was going to die, except for his face, which was completely intact, which was eight-part similar to the portrait, and the upper and lower skin of his whole body were ripped apart.

Seeing him kneeling on the hall, Kong Changhui looked like he was about to faint at any moment, he frowned and asked, "Tell me."

The kneeling man raised his head weakly: "What else are you talking about, it's been a night."

Kong Changhui gave a shocked shot: "Then say it again!"

The man's mouth was not hard at all, and before Kong Changhui could ask again, he had already explained it in one go, but the process of speaking was a little laborious, and he stopped every now and then and gasped for breath.

Kong Changhui was afraid that he would die in the hall, so he asked Guan Xi to find a doctor to take a look.

Unexpectedly, Guanxi said to him: "Miss Yuqiao said, people will be fine, adults can rest assured."

Although Kong Changhui didn't know that Yixianglou was opened privately by Xia Chu, when he first lived with Bingwen in Mingxiang Garden, Bingwen would go to Yixianglou to listen to her play the piano after a while, and he also knew that. Bingwen and Yuqiao have a very close relationship.

Therefore, after listening to Guan Xi's words, I have a certain idea in my heart, I am afraid that Bingwen has already pryed his mouth once before.

Kong Changhui sighed silently in his heart, Bingwen looked at the gentleman and elegant, with the appearance of a graceful son.

It's too harsh to start...

If Kong Changhui knew that this hand was not from Bingwen, but the cold and beautiful Xian Li, he would be even more surprised and unbelievable.

The man knelt down in the hall and talked a lot, but there was very little really useful information. Most of them were complaining. Nowhere to spend.

It turned out that the man was from Baoning City, a suburb of Beijing. His name was Chujiazhu.

Not long ago, someone found him with a stack of silver bills, which was worth 10,000 taels, and asked him if he had a job.

He asked clearly what he was doing, and someone asked him to go to the capital to pick up some local hooligans and spread rumors about the little prince.

He hesitated for a bit at the time, but he couldn't hold back the thick stack of silver notes, dangling in front of his eyes, gritted his teeth and agreed.

The official arrests have been strict in the past two days, and he did not dare to take the lead. If he made money, he would naturally squander it. Hearing that Yixianglou was the largest brothel in the capital, he naturally wanted to go in and have a taste of it.

Who would have thought that he had entered the famous Yixiang Building in the capital, and he had also wrapped up the best wing, but before the beautiful woman's waist was wrapped around her waist, she was kicked in the heart...

"It's alright, alright, I didn't ask you to talk about the next thing..." Kong Changhui raised his forehead with a headache, and then asked, "Do you still remember the appearance of the person who looked for you?"

Chu Jiazhu shook his head: "I'm covering my face, how do I know, but at first glance, I'm a trainer, and he slipped me to the small corner to explain things. Master, look at the body of the villain. He's quite burly, he's like a little chicken with a villain, the villain is greedy for money, and he doesn't dare not agree..."

Kong Changhui took a look at his physique, five-five and three-thick, and just wanted to ask him if he could draw the man's body and accent, when a servant Tong Bing hurried in outside the hall: "Master Kong, let's go out to meet you, Yu. Your Royal Highness has come down..."