After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Yuan Qing, wearing a cloak, walked down the mountain along the path.

Roudun'er emerged from his sea of consciousness and said unhappily: [Sister Qing, why didn't you let me speak just now? ]

She did not give a direct answer, but asked another question: [Who made these things that come with the bracelet? ]

[I don’t know, I just thought it looked nice, so I just picked it up.

Most of the collections in the treasury are treasures left behind by time travelers. When they are reborn or on missions, they cannot take them away, so they are forced to stay and have them confiscated by the people above.

Anyway, it was snatched from someone else, so it's okay for you to keep it. 】

[Did you see what happened just now?] Yuan Qing stroked it.

Roudun'er felt comfortable being touched and stretched his body under the cloak.

[Yes, according to the information, the Gong family is the longest-lasting family in this world. It seems that it has existed for so long that it dates back to the time when beasts were rampant and humans were just born in the world.

It's not surprising for a family like this to have one or two treasures passed down from their ancestors. 】

She suddenly felt that the world was becoming more and more outrageous.

Yuan Qing rubbed his arms, held his cloak tightly and hurried into the city.

Lu Zhao, who left Beijing, arrived at Pingjin Prefecture a few days ago.

Everyone else thought that he was carrying the emperor's order to reward or punish in Pingjin Prefecture, and no matter what, he would do something big.

But after delivering the imperial edict to the Shang Mansion, Shang Ming watched him swagger into the Zangxiang Tower.

At this moment, he thought of Gong Bin's behavior over the past two years.

Is this a popular thing in Beijing now?

Shang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, thinking that he was just too old to understand the thoughts of the younger generation.

Lu Zhao leaned on the cushion with his long legs on the table and his shirt slightly open, listening to the flattery of several people in the room.

Most of the people who came here were those who loved wine and women. Seeing that he did not have those pedantic qualities, they boldly made friends with him.

Lu Zhao likes to watch others chasing for fame and fortune.

He drank the whole glass of wine in one breath, his cheeks turned red, and he was obviously very drunk.

"Master Lu is just a young man with a romantic streak, there's nothing wrong with that!"

One of the people in the hall had drunk a little too much and forgot his identity. He put his hand on Lu Zhao's shoulder and called him brother.

Everyone waited with bated breath to see what would happen to him.

The person who said this was Huo Zhengyang, whose family property was mostly confiscated two years ago.

Because he had made great contributions in reporting Ji Kang, he also voluntarily donated money to help the poor.

In view of this, Shang Ming didn't want to make things difficult for him anymore. He only detained him for a few days, and then let him go home after investigating the matter.

This man was willing to give up gold and silver, bend his back, and be as humble as dust as long as he could survive.

In some ways, he is indeed a talent.

Lu Zhao pushed his arm away, raised his sparkling eyes to take a look, and chuckled, "Brother Huo is a person of true character."

He held up the cup, and the girl next to him filled it for him, then sat back down properly.

There was constant dancing and music in the hall, so Lu Zhao slowed down his drinking. When he glanced to the side, he suddenly saw a dark shadow sneaking up to the second floor.

He staggered to his feet and chased after the figure.

Yuan Qing was just about to sneak into the room, but unexpectedly he was caught red-handed by someone behind him.

She subconsciously raised her hands and said, "I'm not a thief. I'm here to look for someone."

"Who are you looking for?" Lu Zhao was so drunk that he couldn't even see the person clearly. He leaned in closer and saw only a dark back of the head. "Is it a village woman?"

A strong smell of alcohol wafted from behind him. Yuan Qing held his breath and rolled his eyes where he couldn't see.

Lu Zhao let go of her hand, grabbed her collar instead, and dragged her out. "This is not a place for women. If you want to engage in prostitution, go find the madam. Why are you in my room?"

Just talk, why does this guy always pull her collar like a chicken?

Yuan Qing couldn't help it, so he clenched his fist, exhaled, and punched the man hard in the face.

After the beating, she quickly lay down, closed her eyes, pulled her cloak tightly together, wrapped herself in it and pretended to be dead.

She didn't pick a good day to find someone today, but who knew that this guy would get drunk and not recognize anyone!

Lu Zhao was dazed by the punch and felt a buzzing in his head. His nostrils inhaled and relaxed, and two streams of red liquid slowly flowed out.

He moved his hands and found himself standing at the door with a cloth bag in his hand.

"What is this?"

After being kicked lightly by him, Yuan Qing lifted his cloak, stood up quickly, and pulled Lu Zhao into the room.

"Are you awake?" She crossed her arms and said, "What Lord Lu meant by the sacred command is to stay drunk in the Cangxiang Tower every night?"

"So it's you," Lu Zhao looked in the mirror and saw that his nose was red and hurt terribly when touched. He cried out miserably, "Who hit you? How could he have the heart to hurt your face?!"

It was simply unbearable to watch. Yuan Qing turned his face away guiltily, "This is your territory. Whoever dares to hit you, most likely you were drunk and couldn't see the road clearly, so you bumped into the door yourself."

Lu Zhao thought about it carefully and felt that it was possible.

Only then did he see the bloodstains on Yuan Qing's body, and the remaining drunkenness was completely scared away. He pulled the person inside and turned back to close the door.

"Were you robbed of your money or your wife?" He sighed a few times, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips. "Look at how miserable you are."

Yuan Qing glared at him, "It's not my blood, it's the enemy's, I'm not injured.

Help me find a set of clean, ordinary clothes. I have something to tell you, and then I have to leave."

"The clothes are fine," Lu Zhao looked around her, "Are you in such a hurry? Are you really fine?"

Seeing that she was in good spirits, he was relieved. "I'm glad you're okay. I brought you out, so I have to be responsible for your safety."

When it came to business, both of them stopped playing around, and Yuan Qing handed him the last letter.

Lu Zhao touched it and estimated that there was about the thickness of seven or eight sheets of paper inside.

He frowned and put the letter in his arms, "Since you are in a hurry to leave, then pick up what is not in the letter and read this letter when you are free."

"I met Shang Zhe and Shang Rou before I left Beijing." Yuan Qing tapped his fingers on the table, "I found something very strange about them."

"What's so strange?" Lu Zhao rubbed his nose. "I heard that those two people were expelled from the mansion by Shang Ming himself. Shang Ming is really cruel. He just gave up his only legitimate son."

Yuan Qing separated some of the poison powder, put it back into the bottle, pushed it in front of him and said, "Shang Zhe has been poisoned by a very strange poison. I got this from Shang Rou. Find a doctor who knows the cause and test it."

The matter has not been investigated yet, and it is too early to draw conclusions now. She changed her statement: "It can't be said to be poison, it's just very abnormal.

So I want you to check all the places they have stayed in Pingjin Prefecture in the past two years. Don’t leave out any towns or villages, especially after Shang Zhe and Shang Rou came into contact. "

"All?" Lu Zhao got a headache when he heard that.

His main force was not in Pingjin Prefecture, and relying on just a brothel to investigate what happened two years ago was like looking for a needle in a haystack.