Twelve Mirrors

"Yesterday, a total of 320 Hu people from Xijiang were captured. Most of them came to do business, and their names are here."

Xie Ting took the roster and glanced at it hastily: "Can you speak Dasheng Mandarin?"

"Most of them will. Don't worry, my lord Xie, we have already invited people who can speak nonsense, and communication will not be a problem."

Zhang Zhi, the servant of the Ministry of Punishments, led Xie Ting and Yuan Ming to the prison.

Xie Ting glared at Yuan Ming, and said in a low voice, "Didn't you say that Dali Temple will be closed temporarily? Why is the Ministry of Punishment closed again?"

Yuan Ming said in a low voice, "I don't know either. They said they couldn't hold it if they grabbed it, so they threw it to the Ministry of Punishment."

When Xie Ting went in, it was indeed full of people, including a few familiar faces.

"Let us go out, we all have documents..."

"Yes, yes."

Pasha, who sells lamb kebabs on the street, stretched out his head and wailed, "I'm just selling mutton kebabs. Even though I only use your local goats, you don't have to arrest me and go to jail."

"Then you usually say that you are authentic Xijiang sheep!" Zhang Zhi said angrily after hearing this, "No wonder I think Xijiang sheep tastes like goats."

"Tell me, do I usually take care of your business the most?"

Zhang Zhisheng was gentle and fair, and his roar was rough and hoarse, instantly calming down the entire cell.

He suddenly remembered that there were outsiders here, so he rubbed his nose unnaturally and said: "Then Zhang will go back first, Master Hou and Master Xie will search here slowly, and let me know when they find it, I'm looking for irrelevant ones." people let go."

Xie Ting took out the portraits and checked them one by one, starting from the leftmost cell, and found the person in the painting in the third cell.

Xie Ting shrank his head and squeezed out another chin. This is too simple.

I can't complain that Xie Ting's search was simple. The four of them surrounded each other within one meter and no one approached them. Could it not be simple?

Yuan Ming observed his words and expressions: "Did you find it?"

Xie Ting pointed to the fat man surrounded by three people inside and said, "Lead it out, it's him."

Someone from the criminal department opened the cell, dragged and dragged the four people out from inside, dragged them to the innermost interrogation room, and tied them up like pigs.

Those people were cursing and saying things that Xie Ting couldn't understand.

A little official next to him said, "He said you are idiots."

"Cough..." Xie Ting picked up the tea but was accidentally choked, looked at the little official and asked, "Do you speak Western Xinjiang?"

The little official raised his head and said, "Yes, the villain's name is Zhang Yan, and he was specially recruited by the Criminal Ministry to translate Xijiang language. The villain's grandmother is from Xijiang."

Xie Ting took a look at Zhang Yan, and felt that he was a bit reckless here. He could have done better, but it was a pity that he couldn't be an official because of his background.

"What are you doing in Beijing?" Yuan Ming asked.

"Business." This time it is not Xijiang dialect, but Kyoto Mandarin. Although it has an obvious retroflex sound, it is still clear.

"Nine out of ten people said that they came to do business, but you couldn't find half of the goods from your residence. Who would believe you said you were doing business?"

"Why, sell yourself."

"That's not right, one or two of you are so ugly and strong, no one in Dasheng with such a strange taste will buy you."

Yuan Ming put his legs on the table, and after Zhang Yan finished translating, the group chattered again, obviously with disdain.

"What did they say?" Yuan Ming picked out his ears.

Zhang Yan replied: "They said that you are as thin as a lamb, and they Western Xinjiang girls will not like you."

Yuan Ming snorted: "Whoever wants you Xijiang girls to like, Brother Xie Ting is enough."

Xie Ting pretended to be deaf, took out the jade pendant from his pocket, and approached the leader: "Is this yours?"

The sand fox rides on the clouds.

"Yes, but all the businessmen who come here have this thing on them." The man retorted: "If you don't believe me, you can ask."

"But this material is not something ordinary people can afford."

"There are a lot of this kind of jade in our western border, which means you have never seen it before."

Xie Ting turned around and said, "Turn out all the candles, and let the lord take a good look to see if he caught a handful."

The candle was extinguished, and the jade pendant glowed golden in the dark, and the outline of things could be faintly seen within three meters.

"It is rumored that if the Western Xinjiang army marches at night without a torch, they can use this ore instead. However, there are very few ores, and at least only officers above the captain's level can have one."

"My dear friend, am I right?"

"Our general Xuanwei, Xu Min, died. According to Hua Niang's memories, the last person he saw was you. Dasheng and Xijiang have lived in peace for more than ten years. I want to ask you why you have to Come to kill at this time?"

Xie Ting squatted beside the man.

There was a sound of clinking rings outside the cell, Xie Ting looked back, it was Yuan Zhou.

Yuan Zhou opened the curtain outside and said, "Why turn off the lights, it's so dark that I can't see anything clearly."

Yuan Ming got up and said: "Light on, light on, light on the lamp, don't knock on our master."

When the lights were lit, Xie Ting found that Yuan Zhou's face was a little pale, and there was no crown on his head, but a red hair tie.

Everyone saluted, and Yuan Zhou waved his hands: "Go on, I'll just watch here? Hey? Is this the murderer caught yesterday? I haven't finished dealing with today's affairs. Grandpa Huang let me take a look, let me see Let's see who is able to kill General Xu."

Xie Ting stepped back and let Yuan Zhou take a good look at this person.

Yuan Zhou rolled his eyes in vain, and was about to turn back to talk to Yuan Ming, but his face changed unpredictable at that moment. He turned his head and grabbed the leader's beard tightly, tearing off the beard.

"Kurban?"

Yuan Zhou held the beard in his hand, and tore off a piece of skin-like thing from Kurban's head, and Kurban who was tied up immediately became ten years younger.

Yuan Ming covered his mouth with a fan: "Your Highness knows this person? What background does this person have?"

"This is Kurban?" Yuan Zhou turned his head: "You know Twelfth Uncle, and you even fought with him. Just five years ago, you laughed at him for not being bearded like a eunuch. The two of you are in the cold There was a fight in the courtyard of the palace."

Yuan Ming turned his head unnaturally: "Really? I was really confused by the illness last year, and I didn't recognize him, hahaha...hahaha..."

After a few dry laughs, Yuan Ming touched his nose in embarrassment when no one agreed.

Yuan Zhou said in a deep voice: "Uncle Twelve, come with me. Oh, by the way, Master Xie also come with me. The rest of the people stay here and watch them, don't let them have any mistakes."

Several imperial forest soldiers who followed Yuan Zhou agreed to come down.

Xie Ting followed those two people to another room, and heard Yuan Zhou say, "Kurban is the son of Arslan and the nephew of Hara Khan, the leader of the western border. , it should be calculated that he fought against General Xu."

Yuan Ming pondered: "The western border is indeed not peaceful, and in recent years there has been a tendency to move around. There must be something wrong with this kind of thing happening at this time."

"Xu Yu, the son of General Xu, is now guarding the western frontier. Such revenge for killing his father..." Xie Ting said.

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zhou said: "Don't worry about this, no matter what happens, the first thing Xu Yu thinks of is the stability of the frontier, I believe him in this regard."

"It's just that such a big event happened at home. He should be very sad when he finds out."

"No!" Xie Ting blurted out.

Yuan Ming said: "Why not?"

Yuan Zhou looked at Xie Ting, wondering why he suddenly spoke.

"General Xu and this..."

"Kurban." Yuan Zhou reminded.

"Yes, Kurban." Xie Ting continued: "The flower building that I went with Kurban, and then General Xu's tragic death was at the hands of Kurban, which shows that General Xu trusted Kurban and gave up the flower girl on the way. Talk in private, that is to say, they have something that others are not allowed to hear."

"Talking in private and then being killed, does it mean that there was something between them that they didn't agree on, and after Kurban left, he returned and killed General Xu while he was drunk?"

Xie Ting finished speaking.

Yuan Zhou pounded his palms with his fists and said slowly: "You mean to say that there may be some shady deals between General Xu and Xi Jiang?"

Xie Ting said: "Exactly."

Yuan Zhou's face was even paler: "Probably not, should we go to the border to control Xu Yu first..."

"What I said should be right... Uncle Twelve..."

Yuan Ming stood in front of Yuan Zhou and said: "Yes, but yesterday the emperor heard that someone from Xijiang might have killed General Xu, and then sent someone to hurry up. Now it is about halfway."

"The emperor still wants me to ask you, if the truth is in front of your highness, do you still want to protect Mrs. Zuo in General Xu's mansion? Or do you still want to protect Xu Yu?"

Yuan Zhou stared at Yuan Ming and argued, "The matter hasn't come to light yet, maybe they wanted to bribe General Xu, who was killed before he was successful, so that General Xu could be regarded as a heroic martyr."

"Get out of the way, I'm going back to check, you wait, let me go back and check."

But this reason can't even convince him.

Yuan Zhou walked out, went out desperately, wanted to escape from here, it would be fine if he left here, and he would be the same as before.

Yuan Ming grabbed him: "Your Highness, you can't even persuade yourself, so what evidence can you find to persuade the world?"

"Everyone shouts long live, but how many long live are there in this world?"

"Your Majesty, he let you participate this time, just to force you to grow up."

The prince is soft on the outside, but his heart is even softer, so soft that a needle in his heart can make him burst into tears.

Emperor Gongsu wanted to put a layer of armor on him, but he refused again and again.

Yuan Ming moved his head and saw two lines of clear tears on the face of this child who had not reached the weak crown.

In this world, there are not only Haihe, Yanqing singing and dancing, but also life and death.

Yuan Zhou didn't cry when General Xu died, because life is always different.

But when he knew that General Xu's name would not be preserved after his death, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and the red hair rope on his head trembled with him.

If Xu Yu also... what should he do... what should he do...

Yuan Ming hugged him in his arms: "Your Highness, cry, cry, it's okay, after you finish crying, we still have to continue to handle the case and find out the entanglement, there is still a long way to go. "

"Dasheng will be handed over to you in the future."

Listening to the sobs, Xie Ting left very tactfully.