Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

According to the maid's confession recorded in the case file, Zhao was devoted to Taoism, but her house did not look like the style of a person devoted to Taoism at all.

Not only does the woman's exquisiteness appear everywhere, but the clothes are also brightly colored and made of top-quality materials.

As it is hot today, even the windows are made of single-thread gauze produced in Shu.

Cui Bianxu raised his hand to open the makeup box, and Wang Leisheng couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, these are all good things!"

Indeed, the jewelry displayed in public are all exquisitely crafted and made of precious materials, not to mention that women have sets of precious jewelry kept in their private vaults.

Even the makeup items on the side are complete.

In the whole room, the only thing that looked like a monk was the desk, on which were placed a pen, ink, an inkstone and a small compass.

The compass looked different from ordinary ones. When Cui Bianxu took it in his hand, it was much smaller than an ordinary compass, only the size of his palm. A cool feeling spread in his palm as soon as he touched it. He turned it over with some curiosity to look at the material carefully. It took him a while to find out that it was made of Yintan.

Wang Leisheng has a great interest in all precious things. He leaned over to take a look and said, "Oh, it's Yintan. It seems that the Li family's assets are quite interesting."

He said this because Yintan is different from other sandalwoods. It is expensive only because it is unpopular and is generally only used for special purposes in Taoism.

This kind of Yin sandalwood grows in places with extremely strong Yin energy. It cannot be grown in ordinary mass graves. I don’t know how much blood it needs to grow.

Wang Leisheng knew this because his grandfather once got a lotus carved from sandalwood. It was very small, no more than an inch in size. His grandfather loved it so much that he asked someone to make a hairpin specifically for it, inlaid the sandalwood lotus on it, and wore it every day.

When he died, he specifically instructed that this item be buried with him.

Cui Bianxu had also seen something made of this material once in his hometown. It was much larger than this one, a box the size of two palms, and he had no idea what was inside.

But these two things have one thing in common, that is, they are old enough.

Unlike the antiques that modern people like, people today like clean antiques, which are generally objects passed down from ancestors in each household.

Nowadays, tomb robbers usually steal burial objects such as gold and silver from tombs. They will not touch the rest, whether it is porcelain, jewelry, jade or silk.

Once you take out these kinds of things, you can't sell them outside, as you'll be caught if you do. You can take gold and silver items back and melt them down yourself, and then use them directly.

Whether it is the sandalwood compass in front of him or the box he saw when he was a child, they all look old.

However, he didn't know much about the dirty things that came out of the tomb, and couldn't see anything.

The old servant hadn't understood what they were talking about, thinking it was some kind of precious wood. "Mrs. Zhao is young and loves to dress up. The master loves her very much. I don't know how many shops come to her every month to settle their accounts."

Cui Bianxu's gaze fell on the old slave, who was still hunched over with his head hung.

Wang Leisheng looked around the room and said, "Sir, the doors and windows are indeed intact."

Cui Bianxu withdrew his gaze, paced back and looked again with his own eyes. There was not even a trace of dust on the window, let alone damage.

"Are you sure there's no property damage?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

The old slave looked around the room, a hint of nostalgia brewing in his eyes again: "The maids have checked everything, and nothing is missing, not even the clothes."

"What about the maid on night duty? Did she lose anything?"

"this…"

The old slave thought for a moment before saying, "I suppose there shouldn't be."

"Thinking about it? You haven't asked anyone to check it out?"

"Shangguan, you may not know that our Li family has always been kind to our servants. The servants keep the monthly wages and rewards they receive. The maids either take the gifts home or spend them themselves..."

"And the clothes?"

"Clothes...except for what she wore that day, all are there." The old slave thought for a moment and then said affirmatively.

The servants' clothes are all distributed uniformly by the master, and they are not allowed to wear other clothes in the mansion. This is easy to confirm.

Upon hearing this, Wang Leisheng said rudely, "So your Lady Zhao is wearing a midriff-baring dress after she attained enlightenment? That's too careless."

The old servant did not answer. Cui Bianxu glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense!"

How could a public official speak like that in the victim's home!

Wang Leisheng chuckled and patted his mouth lightly.

As the two of them were leaving, they passed by a courtyard, and Cui Bianxu asked, "Who lives here?"

The old servant glanced over and said, "This is my eldest son's yard."

"Your eldest son is not at home either?"

"Yes, ever since Madam Zhao disappeared, the eldest son has been taking people out to look for her every day, fearing that the master would be anxious when he returned. My eldest son is the most filial..."

When the old servant mentioned this young master, the harshness on his face diminished a bit, leaving only warmth.

Cui Bianxu seemed to be asking casually, "You and your eldest son have a good relationship?"

"Shangguan, you're joking. I'm just a servant of the Li family. How can I say such things? I've served in this mansion for many years, and over time, I've developed a sense of affection. The eldest young master is like my wife. He's always gentle and polite to others, and he's also kind to us servants."

Cui Bianxu nodded without commenting.

After the two of them left the Li residence and walked a distance, Wang Leisheng began to mutter again: "Shaoqing, this Li Zhubu is really lucky. His wife was a good person. Even after passing away for so many years, the servants still miss her. And the bride is young and beautiful, wow..."

He was a little envious.

Cui Bianxu looked back at the closed door of Li's Mansion, wondering what he was thinking.

"Shaoqing, why do I feel that this old servant seems to be a little bit..."

Cui Bianxu also understood the unspoken meaning and had the same idea.

Wang Leisheng wasn't discouraged by the lack of response to his gossip, and instead continued to be curious: "Shaoqing, is their jujube tree really that powerful? Would it stop blooming and bearing fruit if it had a new wife?"

If that's the case, there are many old trees in his yard, so why aren't they so spiritual?

Should he also go and ask around and get some spiritual trees? He has plenty of money anyway!

Cui Bianxu, who was always impatient with fools, lost his temper now. He let out a sigh and explained, "That jujube tree must have contracted jujube madness. No one has taken care of it, so naturally, it won't bloom or bear fruit over time."

Date madness?

It was the first time Wang Leisheng had heard this: "Shaoqing is truly knowledgeable and well-informed! He even knew that the jujube trees were sick! I truly admire him!"

Cui Bianxu forced a smile, knowing that no matter what disease Zaoshu had, he would find an opportunity to flatter him: "He can't compare to Wang Sizhi's talent."

"Hey... Shaoqing, what are you saying!"

Wang Leisheng's eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab Cui Bianxu's hand, but Cui Bianxu dodged it nimbly. He could only pinch his own hand with some regret: "Shaoqing, you are indeed very discerning. In my entire life, you are the first to realize this! A gentleman will die for his friend... Hey, hey! Shaoqing! Wait! Wait for me!"