Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

The stall owner's death was a strange and bizarre thing that Ding Yuan had never seen before. His mouth was wide open like a cat yawning, stretching all the way behind his ears. Due to excessive pulling, his lips were covered with bloody wounds that were forcibly torn.

There were also a pair of eyes whose eye sockets were pulled to the sides, causing most of the eyeballs to be out of the sockets. Even the nose was pulled flat, and the bones were strangely pushing the skin up and pulling it to the maximum extent, as if it would be punctured if not handled with care. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was bleeding from all five orifices. At that time, the yamen runners and Jinwu Guards who followed to look for people were frightened.

At the same time, it also led to the fact that, except Ding Yuan and Ning Yuye, no one dared to go to the morgue. Lu Xingzhou was so scared after taking a look that he couldn't even hold the pen. He refused to step into the morgue no matter what. In such a cold day, he set up a table in the corridor and took notes with his legs shaking in the wind.

The price of being cowardly was that he insisted on finishing the record, but he collapsed before he put down his pen. Fortunately, he had a small couch in his office in the Dali Temple to lie down. Ning Yuye scolded him for being bored and making trouble, and for not knowing when to take care of him when he was sick. He just prescribed some medicine for him, otherwise no one would take care of him for a while.

Wang Mingqian felt that Zhao Shan was a little strange today, but then he thought, the three of them grew up together, and Zhao Shan had always gotten along better with Cui Bianxu, so the two were somewhat related. Of course, to be honest, their Wang family and Cui family were also related. After all, among the aristocratic families, isn't it that you marry into my family and I marry into yours, and the main thing is the internal circulation, so that the benefits will not be passed on to outsiders?

But when they reached the door of the morgue, he still reached out and pulled Zhao Shan back: "Okay, don't go in, just wait outside, so as not to scare you sick. You will have to go on duty in two days."

Zhao Shan paused, then tightened his collar and said to Ding Yuan, "Shave it cleanly, don't leave any drop behind." Then he turned around and walked into the side room. It was cold outside, only a fool would stay outside!

Ding Yuan was very pleased with this advice. He bowed to Zhao Shan's back and said loudly, "Master Zhao, just rest assured!"

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Jiang's mother had indeed predicted what had happened at breakfast today. Cui Bianxu's guards hadn't shown up, nor had Wang Leisheng and his companions. With so many people missing, Jiang's mother was both happy and worried. "Oh, they should have brought a bamboo basket."

How can I take so much back?

This question is really worth her thinking about!

Jiang Shangxian moved a small bamboo stool and sat on the side, holding a hot, white and soft bean paste bun in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth one bite after another. He was thinking about Cui Bianxu in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. At most, he looked unhappy: her first love in this era, could it be that it would end before she even fell in love?

Jiang's mother wasn't worried about her. She thought, "If she can eat, it's nothing serious." "It's normal for a young lady to be sad and melancholic." The girl from the Lin family in their neighborhood would sob for three days if a potted plant died. Her daughter, at least, wasn't like that! Her daughter's tears would just flow from the corners of her mouth!

If she were to say, it would be better to save up all the tears. If someone wants to go to the funeral, they can get some money from crying. That would be worthy of all the water they drank!

After stuffing the last bite of the red bean paste bun into his mouth, Jiang Shangxian suddenly stood up. Great, he didn't feel dizzy and felt great!

He walked to the side, picked up the bamboo basket he brought today, and walked to Jiang's mother's side, and started to pick and choose buns and pies into the basket.

Jiang's mother was so frightened that her eyes almost popped out. She hurriedly tried to cover her eyes with a cloth, but then she realized that this seemed even weirder. She forced an awkward smile at the yamen runners who were queuing for breakfast.

He turned to Jiang Shangxian and cursed with his mouth: "I'm going to die! There are still people here!"

Jiang Shangxian was speechless: "Mother, I'll send it to Cui Shaoqing and the others."

"Oh!"

Jiang's mother breathed a sigh of relief: "Is that so? Great, great."

Okay, that's fine. I don't have to worry about how to secretly bring too much money home.

She had already figured out the location of Cui Bianxu's office on the first day she arrived, so she didn't have to bother asking for directions. Otherwise, the yamen runners would have put on sad faces as soon as she opened their mouths.

But the further she walked, the more she doubted herself: Why was the stench so strong? It was like someone was barbecuing a corpse.

Has Ding Yuan become so perverted?

When she reached the gate of the yard, she even stopped and rubbed her eyes three times to make sure that she had not taken the wrong path to Ding Yuan before she walked in, covering her nose. The person who was walking quickly back and forth in the yard was Cui Bianxu's personal guard.

"Sword ringing."

The spinning pace came to an abrupt halt, and Jian Ming was swayed back and forth twice by inertia before stopping. Seeing that it was her, his eyes lit up at first, and then drooped into triangles in grievance, and he ran over with a sobbing voice: "Miss Jiang, wuwu, I, my Jiulang..."

Jiang Shangxian was so frightened by this behavior that he almost lost his balance. No way, are you roasting Cui Bianxu's corpse in there?

"What happened to him?" She felt her voice was a little vague, as if it came from far away.

Jian Ming, who used to stare with eyes wide open like a stupid calf, whimpered, trying to open his swollen eyes, which were now only slits. "My Jiulang was injured last night and hasn't woken up yet. Wuwuwu, Miss Jiang, you know that my Jiulang has always treated you like his own daughter. The Wang family's young master and others are still in there recovering. When they come out, you must say a few words to my young master before you leave."

Jiang Shangxian's expression was blank and bewildered. She felt like she should be extremely worried and sad at this moment, but what was wrong with Jian Ming? What did it mean to be a daughter of one's own family? Shouldn't one think about the words before speaking?

Now she didn't know whether she should cry along with them.

If I don't cry, I always feel it's impolite.

If I cry, it would be like crying at the grave of my elders.

Finally, Jiang Shangxian took out two buns from the bamboo basket with a wooden face and handed them to him: "Are you hungry? Eat."

There is nothing that cannot be overcome without filling your stomach, and nothing is more important than filling your stomach.

Jiang Shangxian huddled under the courtyard wall, holding the bamboo basket tightly in his arms and staring at Cui Bianxu's door. The smell was getting stronger and stronger, the smell of human oil, corpses, the aroma of roasted internal organs, and a hint of the smell of burning hair.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out what was going on inside. What kind of medical method could produce so many strange smells?

Suddenly, the door of a room on the side opened, and Zhao Shan appeared, holding his nose and waving at her: "Auntie Jiang? Why are you here? Come in quickly, it's cold outside!"