Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Jiang Shangxian sat in the Dali Temple for an hour, his mouth almost breaking from yawning, but still no one came to inform him whether he could go back. He knew that he had definitely been forgotten.

Damn it, men are never sure when they speak!

Forget it, let it be destroyed. She could no longer sit up straight. Her whole body collapsed on the table as if she had been hit by a bone-dissolving palm.

As we all know, people are prone to sleepiness when they are extremely bored. When Jiang Shangxian's eyes were dull, there was suddenly a noise outside.

She tiptoed out, looking dazed and confused, clinging to a pillar to observe the situation. She saw a dozen men and women being escorted in. She saw Wu Sanniang, dressed in her finery, and the dancer who had gossiped with her that afternoon. One of them looked like a drunk, and kept shouting, "Where's the wine? Why don't you bring it over?"

Because of him, Cong Jinghai was sweating profusely. Just now, this Wenlinlang, who was riding with him, had nearly fallen off his horse several times. If it weren't for his quick eyes and hands, he might have been trampled and broken.

At this moment, Hai had to free up one hand to support the waist and forcibly support this person to the small private room in the Dali Temple Prison.

It’s not because of his identity, but because everyone should be detained and interrogated separately.

"Mr. Cui, please go and invite..."

Zong Jinghai's eyes rolled, and he thought of something. He pushed the burden in his hand to the yamen runner, then leaned close to Cui Bianxu with a sly look in his eyes: "Shaoqing has only been here for a short time, so he may not know. Now that someone has been arrested in this case, I'm afraid that the people from the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, and the Censorate will have to join forces to conduct a joint trial."

"Oh? Do you think that our Dali Temple Minister would not know about such a big commotion?" Cui Bianxu glanced at him meaningfully, lifted his robe and walked towards the hall.

Cong Jinghai was reminded of this, and he knew his little trick had been discovered. He quickly followed suit, "Thank you, Young Master, for your advice. I'm not afraid of causing trouble, I just lost my mind for a moment. Just thinking about this case, it's already a major one. According to common sense, it should be tried by the three courts."

"You also said that according to common sense, but now, this case cannot be solved by common sense."

Cui Bianxu suddenly stopped, turned around and stared at Cong Jinghai inquiringly: "Testing me? Who are you?"

"Ah?" Zong Jinghai's face froze, and he hurriedly lowered his head, clasping his hands in greeting. When he raised his head again to speak, he had returned to normal: "I am loyal to you, young master, and naturally I am your man. How can I say I am testing you? You are worrying too much."

His expression was spot on and he looked very serious. Jiang Shangxian was hiding behind him and peeking at him. He just wondered why this guy had the same demeanor as those people in the student union when he was in college?

Even though he had a smile on his face, there was always a sense of shrewdness and calculation in his small eyes.

Cui Bianxu sneered, without making any comment, and continued to stride inside. He was clearly sleeping, but was woken up by someone knocking on the door. He hurriedly changed into his official uniform and came out to work overtime. He rode back and forth at lightning speed, without any regard for traffic rules. He was already thirsty at this time.

"Then, Shaoqing, will these people be tried tonight?" Cong Jinghai saw that he was getting impatient, but still asked anyway. If they were not tried, he would be ready to go off work.

"Cong Sizhi, you should know that I have sent people to Luoyang. Let me remind you that the emperor is in his prime and is working hard to govern the country..." Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned cold: "Who!"

Jiang Shangxian breathed a sigh of relief. If one wants to live long, one must not listen to things that one should not listen to. She made a noise on purpose because she didn't want to listen.

"Mr. Cui, from the Ministry of Justice." She came out from behind the pillar and bowed. "May I go home now?"

Cui Bianxu didn't expect to see her here: "What are you doing in the Dali Temple?"

"I'm here to report the case." Jiang Shangxian was speechless. Didn't those people tell these two people? Why did they act like they saw a ghost when they saw her?

Cong Jinghai even exclaimed: "Miss Jiang, your luck is really bad, isn't it?"

"Cong Sizhi is joking." Jiang Shangxian remained calm and expressionless, but tears were already flowing like a river in his heart.

Who says she isn't? Who is she? Is she worthy of such attention?

Ever since she started working, she has been unlucky all the time. Who will save her?

"Cong Jinghai, you go and interrogate them first and find out where those women were imprisoned." Cui Bianxu raised his hand and sent the man away.

"Yes."

"You come in with me."

Jiang Shangxian raised his head slightly, glanced hard to the side, and confirmed that he was the one being talked about. He smiled politely and said, "Yes."

Cui Bianxu strode into the room like a reincarnated Brazilian water buffalo. He drank three glasses of water before sitting down and pointing to the side: "Sit."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Cui."

The two of them sat there in an awkward silence. Jiang Shangxian lowered her head, looking like a young lady who had never seen the world.

Cui Bianxu stared straight at the top of her head, and his gaze was creepy even if you didn't see it with your own eyes.

She was already wondering if the middle part on her head was too bald...

"Tell me about today."

"Yes, today's slave..." This is the third time. If anyone wants her to say it again, she will say it again at three times the speed!

Jiang Shangxian swore a useless oath in her heart, and recounted the whole story in a flurry of words. Finally, she licked her lips. She was actually quite thirsty: "Shaoqing Cui, haven't you found the nine abducted young ladies? I didn't see them just now."

They were all sisters who had suffered the same misfortune. She did not take them with her to escape. Although it was the right plan, she couldn't help but feel worried.

Cui Bianxu shook his head. He had indeed not found any young lady other than the one in Lexianlou. The entire Feng Mansion was filled with men, without a single maid.

"This..." Jiang Shangxian pondered and said, "I didn't see any men who knew martial arts among those people just now."

"It took you quite a while to run all the way from Tingfang to here." Cui Bianxu was not surprised. She had caused quite a stir in Feng's house, with so many young ladies running out. As long as Feng Shiliang was smart, he would have known that the matter was exposed, and he would naturally not let those people stay there and wait for them to catch them.

The question now is, where did all those people go?

Thinking that those strong men had not been caught yet, she couldn't help but worry about her own personal safety: "Master Cui, it's getting late now, and the gates are closed. Could you please issue me a travel permit?"

Cui Bianxu was about to agree when someone rushed in from Jinghai. "Shaoqing, my subordinates and the yamen runners have separated those people for interrogation, but they all claim they only saw Miss Jiang today, and that she left after delivering the items."

Generally speaking, interrogating prisoners in separate rooms is to prevent them from colluding with each other in their confessions. It is normal for prisoners to give the same statement, as long as they coordinate their confessions and give a unified account.

As for whether he will tell it later, it depends on the interrogation method.

The reason why he came here in such a hurry was that if he couldn't get the answer in a short time, the lives of the nine women would be in danger.

If nine people died at once, it would definitely shock the whole Chang'an.