Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

damn thing!

Jiang Shangxian lowered his head and turned around, went back to Jinfenmeng and said something to Wu Sanniang before returning to Lexianlou to continue working.

"Manager Wang, I'm sorry for the delay in working hours. I will make it up to you tonight." She was really embarrassed. It had only been three days since she started working, and she had already been absent from work twice. Oh my God, if this continued, would she be able to keep her job?

Regardless of whether the task is completed or not, making money is also the top priority. It would be bad if the salary was deducted.

No matter what the situation is here, she has to make money to live a good life in the present, while looking forward to the future, making money and completing tasks at the same time.

Wow, if every task is so difficult, when will she be able to collect all the Buddhist beads and return to her happy home?

In fact, she was just worrying for nothing. Just because she could come up with so many new dishes, Manager Wang wanted to offer her a lot of food, and he absolutely could not deduct her salary.

"No need. Things are not peaceful recently. As a woman, it's better for you to go home early." Manager Wang waved his hand, looking like a good leader.

Although he didn't know what exactly happened, he was a smart person. He knew what the identity of Cui Shaoqing was. Although his official position was not very high and the Dali Temple was not a place with great power, he was the son of the Cui family of Qinghe. He was in the position of Shaoqing of the Dali Temple at such a young age. His future was limitless.

Today he had no ill will towards Jiang Shangxian. Although it might be impolite, ahem, but who can blame him for being the top of the pyramid in the Record of the Nobles?

The leader said that there was no need to work overtime, and Jiang Shangxian did not force herself anymore. After all, she was still frightened by what happened yesterday. Who knew if those people who didn't catch her would hold a grudge and try to get her back?

After directing his three apprentices to work in the kitchen for a while, he secretly took the boning knife and happily left work.

Xuanpingfang

"Cui Yi! Don't go too far!" Zhao Xingcheng looked at his good friend who looked as if it was a matter of course, and he wanted to draw his sword... and sever ties with him.

What kind of person is this? How can you ask others to help you order a dancer to your home? What do you think you are? A pimp or a second-hand dealer?

I am a serious and cultured scholar!

Cui Bianxu took a sip of tea and said, "The tea here is still the best. Only you have time to do this."

"Someone, come and beat him out!" Zhao Xingcheng roared at the top of his voice.

He was almost mad at me. He asked someone to do something for him, but his words were so vicious. This guy hadn't been beaten to death until he was born. He was lucky to be born into the Cui family!

The servants waiting outside looked at each other, but no one moved. How many times had this happened? Every time he ran into Mr. Cui, his husband would be so angry that he would order people to kick him out. But when did he actually kick him out?

Didn’t you see that Mr. Cui came here as if he were entering his own home?

Although no one dared to enter, Cui Bianxu was still unhappy. He put the teacup on the table, his face full of confusion: "Zhao Shan, why are you getting more and more stingy? Is it because you've been hanging out with those sour Confucian scholars for too long? Why are you making such a fuss over such a trivial matter?"

Did he really think this was such a small thing, was it worth making such a fuss? Wasn't it just a matter of calling a dancer? Aren't these the kind of things that scholars love, the kind of things they say about the romanticism of scholars?

I spent my own money to give him a reputation as a playboy. Zhao Shan is lucky to have such a friend!

Zhao Xingcheng: “….”

He tried his luck, repeatedly reminding himself that anger harms the body and liver, and it took a while for him to recover. "Mr. Cui, please allow me to remind you that although my official position is not as high as yours, I also hold a legitimate position."

Cui Bianxu was a little surprised, but after a moment's thought, he suddenly understood and nodded cautiously in agreement, "Yes, there are so many books in the Jixian Hall, and sweeping the dust would be quite time-consuming. You've worked hard. I'll come pick you up tonight. I'm leaving now, so you don't have to see me off."

What happened to the Jixian Hall? What happened to managing books? This is a contribution to the inheritance of literature! Wu Fu!

"Huh." Zhao Xingcheng exhaled, trying to make his tone sound gentle: "Where are your guards?"

Cui Bianxu, who was walking out at a brisk pace, paused, turned to look at Zhao Xingcheng, and asked curiously, "Why? I was saying your guards were too weak. It just so happens that I don't need them. If you want them, send them over later."

They are just a few guards. With his amazing skills, they are totally unnecessary. But what's wrong with this kid Zhao Shan? What he said today is incomprehensible.

Zhao Xingcheng declined with a smile.

Is the Tianshui Zhao clan still in need of guards? He's afraid that Cui Yi will be beaten to death one day because of his foul mouth!

This guy always says things that deserve a beating with a sincere look on his face. If I hadn't known him since I was a child and knew that he was like this, I would probably think that he did it on purpose like everyone else.

Who knew that just as he was about to walk out the door, Cui Bianxu suddenly became worldly-wise and came back with a pair of sparkling eyes: "I'll take you to Lexian Tower some other day."

Zhao Xingcheng was stunned, and then he was extremely surprised: "Okay!"

Oh my god, is my friend finally starting to understand how to behave?!

Who knew the next sentence would be: "There's a new dish there, I have to go try it."

Good, good, this is Cui Bianxu, an extra-staff gourmet.

At 2:15 pm, Wu Sanniang entered the gate of the Zhao Mansion. Without even seeing Zhao Xingcheng's face, she was taken away from the back door to the Dali Temple.

Well, the morgue of Dali Temple.

Before she even walked into the house, a foul odor hit her in the face. She took three steps back and couldn't help but regret in her heart that she had too little money!

I couldn't help but pull my cloak closer to cover my body more tightly. It smelled so bad that I was afraid I would have to wash it carefully inside and out when I got back.

"Why are you so shy? What a disgrace! Hurry up!" Seeing her dawdling, Cui Bianxu urged her without any hesitation.

Just one sentence made Wu Sanniang gasp and almost vomit. She quickly held her breath, rolled her eyes and walked inside, not even bothering to say a word. What a guy who doesn't know how to be gentle with women!

What does it mean to be coy? Do you really think that everyone is his soldier?

Cong Jinghai and the yamen runners who brought her here were standing far away, with no intention of getting closer. Ding Yuan rarely took his eyes off the corpse and stared at Wu Sanniang with curiosity.

It was the first time he saw a living dancer.

I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. The black cloak outside wrapped the person tightly from head to toe, and I couldn't see anything.

"Do you know this person?" Cui Bianxu stood beside the female corpse of May 2nd.

Wu Sanniang pursed her lips and walked over. She was frightened by the pale face at first sight. She quickly looked away and calmed herself before daring to look again. This time she frowned and didn't speak for a long time.

"What? You don't know her?" Cui Bianxu waited for a long time, and seeing that she didn't say anything, he was quite confused. Isn't it just recognizing someone?

If you know each other, then you know each other. If you don’t know each other, then you don’t know each other. Why do you have to think about it for so long?

The difference between a woman's appearance after putting on makeup and her appearance without makeup depends on the makeup technique. Some people put on makeup just like painting a wall, but some people put on makeup and become completely transformed.

People like them would definitely put on makeup whenever they appeared in public, and their makeup techniques were all top-notch. However, the face of the woman in front of him had obviously been washed, and there were corpse spots on her face, making it difficult to identify her.

Wu Sanniang looked very seriously, repeatedly examining the corpse's face, even circling around and slightly lowering her body, not even leaving out the neck.

Finally, she stopped and stared at a small black mole below the right earlobe of the female corpse, tilting her head and thinking for a long time.

"Shangguan, this person is indeed a dreamer of gold and powder."

"Oh? What's his name?" Cui Bianxu couldn't help but feel happy. Finally, the first step to solving the case, identifying the source of the corpse, was finally going to be confirmed!