Uncle Detective Di Renjie, I build a crime-solving team

Wu Yanhao, who was doubting his life, followed Wu Yuanhui and tried his best to prevent his sister from getting close to dangerous places.

As the hour of noon approaches, the Prince's Mansion is bustling with activity and joy. All the defense forces in Chang'an City have been dispatched, and after the heavy snow turns into light snow, they will be stationed in various parts of Chang'an City.

The young Li Chongrun was carried onto the pony. He was wearing a bright red wedding suit and was about to marry a young wife, but he still looked confused and had no idea what he was doing.

At the Liang Palace, Wei Wang Wu Chengsi, as the head of the royal family, should have presided over the ceremony, but Wu Chengsi was obviously unwilling to do so. So this glorious and sacred task was given to the Minister of Rites Wu Yizong, who also disliked Wu Sansi.

Everyone watched the wedding procession leave. Li Chongrun was protected by the Qianniu Guards who were temporarily seconded. The prince's guests Li Huaiyuan and Yang Zaisi accompanied them.

The wedding procession left with drums and gongs beating. Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao stood at the door with their lips curled.

"I don't know what our future marriage will be like." Wu Yanhao closed his eyes. "I'll close my eyes and think hard. Maybe I can imagine it."

Li Cunxi tilted his head and asked, "What did you think of?"

"Fine wine, delicious food, and a beautiful woman in the bridal chamber." Wu Yanhao said with his eyes closed, "Why don't you think about it too?"

"I don't want to think about it anymore. Your sister is still young." Li Cunxi joked, but couldn't help but pinched Wu Yuanhui's face.

"Go away, my sister is only eight years old."

"Indeed, your sister is still young." Li Cunxi just finished speaking and suddenly stopped, "I don't know how she is now. I haven't seen her for a long time."

"Who are you talking about?"

"My unmarried wife, let's go back and warm ourselves by the fire. It's a bit cold outside."

……

at this time.

Outside Youzhou, on a tomb, Ma Rong waved a shovel, shoveling the snow on the tomb again and again.

Youzhou was already freezing cold after a heavy snowfall. Even in this situation, Ma Rong had no choice but to quickly dig up the grave to see if the body inside was that of Princess Yi Yang, Li Qingxia.

In fact, he had successfully arrived in Youzhou two weeks ago. He planned to have a good rest for the night and come back the next day to dig up the graves and look at the corpses inside. However, he did not expect that a rare snowstorm would hit Youzhou that night.

After the blizzard, there was endless snow. Every time Ma Rong wanted to go out to dig graves, he was unable to break through the heavy snow.

Fortunately, the snow in Youzhou has been lighter in the past two days, and it has stopped completely today, so Ma Rong has the opportunity to dig the grave.

After digging for three hours, Ma Rong finally saw a small part of the coffin lid.

"Damn, I finally saw it, otherwise I would have dug up a bear."

Ma Rong put all his effort into digging, and continued until the afternoon when he finally saw the complete coffin lid.

Suppressing the discomfort, Ma Rong used a shovel to pry open the coffin lid, and gradually the coffin became visible, and surprisingly, there was nothing inside!

Ma Rong quickly took action and removed the entire coffin lid, only to find that there was not a single hair in the coffin, let alone a corpse. Even the clothes that Li Qingxia was wearing when she died were missing.

"That's not right. I killed Li Qingxia with my own hands. I cut her neck with my knife. There was no hope for her to survive."

Ma Rong looked at the grave with a frown on his face.

The bodies of the dead people disappeared.

Is this reasonable? It is not reasonable.

"It seems that I have to go back early and report to the young master."

After taking the trouble to fill up Princess Yi Yang's grave, Ma Rong returned to Youzhou and stayed in the inn to prepare for his return journey.

……

Chang'an, night is falling.

The young groom Li Chongrun was taken away by the palace maids to meet his grandson's wife Wu Yuanmo. The ministers drank wine, ate meat, and watched Meiji dance.

Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao sat at the same table, Wu Yuanhui sat between them, and three palace maids served on the side, coming to refill their wine from time to time.

The singing and dancing tonight is quite boring, and according to the rules it has to continue until the hour of Hai.

It is easy to imagine how much Wu Zetian disliked Li Xian and Wu Sansi. When Li Chongrun got married, Wu Zetian only received him at the Taiji Palace and never showed up again.

"This continuous ritual is really boring... It's better for me to cook you a hot pot in my own room and we can have a delicious meal together. It's better than this."

Wu Yanhao complained about today's complicated etiquette while picking up duck meat to feed Wu Yuanhui.

"Indeed, this soup tastes terrible."

Li Cunxi took a sip of a pot of soup made of some unknown medicine and meat, and also made his comment.

Not only was the soup bland, it also had an unpleasant smell, like countless Chinese medicinal herbs boiled together. Li Cunxi wanted to vomit it out just by smelling it.

"Put this back."

Li Cunxi pointed at the pot of soup and said to the palace maid next to him.

"Since you said it tastes bad, I won't drink it either." Wu Yanhao turned to the maid next to him and said, "Take mine away as well."

……

"It's really lively. If a fire is set today, many people will be burned to death."

"You should say that if we start a rebellion today, more than half of the officials will die."

Outside the Taiji Palace, Xiao Qingfang and Huan Bin stood together.

They are the top brass of Snake Spirit and also the highest-ranking figures of Snake Spirit in the capital.

They were able to stand side by side because Wu Zetian asked them to guard the imperial palace. While the East Palace was bustling, the imperial palace was deserted.

The walls of this palace are so high that it makes people feel suffocated. In a sense, this palace is not as good as the East Palace next door.

"How about setting a fire and creating the world the old master wants in advance?" Huan Bin said eagerly.

"Forget it. If you don't want to be uprooted, you'd better be honest." Xiao Qingfang turned and left.

……

In the Prince's Mansion, Li Cunxi and Wu Yanhao, one on the left and one on the right, took turns feeding Wu Yuanhui.

I saw Wu Yuanhui's cheeks moving all the time, which was very funny.

While feeding him, Li Cunxi asked, "Is Yuan Hui your biological sister?"

"I guess so." Wu Yanhao said, and took over from Li Cunxi and fed him another mouthful.

"Why do you say it is?"

"This is a long story. I'll tell you when I have the chance."

"Why don't you look like your mentor? Your mentor is so majestic and powerful, why are you so thin?"

"If you say so, then I don't look like my mother. My mother is as gentle as jade, and I don't fit that description at all."

"After this wedding banquet, there shouldn't be anything major happening this year, right?"

"It should be gone. In a few days, this year will be over."

Li Cunxi stretched out his hand and touched Wu Yuanhui's chubby little face.

"This is my first year as an official. Is there anything we should be careful about during the New Year?"

"Well, I remember that the officials in the capital would pay homage to His Majesty on New Year's Eve, and on New Year's Day they would stay at home to celebrate the New Year, and then on New Year's Day the court would hold a meeting."

"No small meeting in between?"

"Gone."