By the time Tong Liang Hongjin came out of the tea stand, it was time for dinner. Wen Mingtang originally wanted to find a restaurant or restaurant with Liang Hongjin to finish the dinner. But unexpectedly, she asked, "Where can I eat Mushi?" Liang Hongjin rolled her eyes at her, and said, "There is a ready-made cook here, so why do you ask me where to eat Mushi?"

  Wen Mingtang: "..."

Facing the expectant eyes from Shangliang Hongjin, Wen Mingtang was rather dumbfounded, so he could only explain: "The public chef asked Ji Cai to buy and lock it, and it will not be opened until the Shangyuan Festival. It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. Those guys in the public kitchen can't cook anything!"

Hearing this, Liang Hongjin snorted, and said, "Where does Ji Cai live? I see that he is also a lively person, so... You and I will go to his house and borrow his key. The chef will just return the key to him."

   Really clever! Wen Mingtang supported his forehead, and said: "This is the rule set by the internal affairs office, and it is like this every year. If the internal affairs office has not changed people, it will be fine! Now that they have changed... er, that person, it is better to have one thing more than one thing less, Don't be caught by her."

Originally thought that when she said this, Liang Hongjin would take her to the street to find restaurants to eat evening food, but Liang Hongjin seemed to be determined to eat the meal she made by herself today. Without paying attention, he said: "So that's how it is! It's okay, there is no public cook... All those guys in your palace are with me. I will take the small stove in a while, and I will find someone to buy some dry firewood. Take a few pots and pans from me, and cook and eat in your dormitory!"

  Wen Mingtang: "..." After a pause, she was a little surprised and said, "Did you and Zhao Sishan throw away my small stove?"

"Throwing what?" Liang Hongjin said angrily, "If it weren't for your small stove, Zhao Sishan would have starved to death when he was found fault with behind closed doors! If that was the case, it would be a joke, dignified palace The chef inside is about to starve to death!"

   This time, instead of asking Liang Hongjin who made it, Wen Mingtang mouthed to Liang Hongjin—"Quiet"?

Liang Hongjin nodded, and rolled her eyes again: "Who else can there be except her moth? Oh, yes, speaking of this, the one who poisoned you and changed his name to Xinyue was not transferred there a while ago." Did you work as a handyman in the palace? Somehow, she fell into the eyes of that person and became a celebrity, and the fact that Si Shan was punished that time was caused by her being a demon."

When Wen Mingtang heard this, his heart skipped a beat, he opened his mouth, and was about to ask Liang Hongjin, but he saw that there were many tea customers around the tea stand, but this was not a place to talk, so he said, "Then Take my little stove and go to the yard where I live to make some food!" Seeing that Liang Hongjin's eyes lit up and she was about to nod her head, Wen Mingtang reminded her: "I don't have any ingredients there. It’s already off early, so I can only see what ingredients are sold in the shops selling groceries and dry ingredients on the street.”

"Nothing, nothing!" Liang Hongjin didn't take it seriously when she heard the words, and greeted her happily, asking her to wait. After running out of the box, he asked Gan Zhiwei's brother to borrow a carriage, took Wen Mingtang with him, and with a flick of the whip, the two left the Tongming Gate.

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  The seventh day of the first lunar month is supposed to be the annual holiday of Darong, but for the officials and servants of Dali Temple, it is not surprising that Yuanyue was called to the yamen to do things.

  This is the case every year, the criminals don’t choose the day when they commit crimes, and sometimes the more free they are, the more they will commit crimes.

  If it were in previous years, when they were called to work in the yamen at this time, although everyone in Dali Temple still knew how to do things, they would always complain twice, but this year is different from the past.

   All the officials and servants in the entire yamen, all those who stayed in Chang'an City for the New Year came.

Now that the evening meal is approaching, many family members who deliver food come to the gate of the yamen one after another. Unlike previous years, when they complained a few times and complained that "there is no rest all year round", this year's family members did not have a single complaint when delivering food. Some even helped to bring the bedding over.

  People came and went in front of the yamen, and there were quite a few people talking, but for some reason, the atmosphere in this obviously lively scene made people feel a little depressing for no reason.

  Liang Hongjin grabbed the reins, stopped the carriage, and asked Wen Mingtang who was sitting beside her: "What happened to your yamen?"

  Wen Mingtang raised his head, met her eyes, and said softly: "Just now, the passers-by on the road have been talking about it. The one who fell from the Star Picking Tower last night is none other than our Dali Temple Minister Zhao."

  As soon as these words came out, Liang Hongjin almost lost the rein in his hand in shock, and subconsciously blurted out: "This...is this a joke..."

  Wen Mingtang shook his head, patted her hand, and said, "It's not a joke, it's true."

Liang Hongjin took a deep breath, and after a long while, murmured: "No wonder the whole yamen is so depressed! The yamen that investigates murders, what they saw at the scene of the crime...isn't it like curing diseases and saving lives? Is it like a doctor who only takes action when he is critically ill and sees his relatives and friends lying in front of him? That feeling..."

Wen Mingtang nodded, and before she could finish her sentence, she continued, "I can't bear it as a public chef, let alone them?" She lowered her voice, sighed again, and said, "I'll go in later. Don't bother them, the murderer who killed Mr. Zhao... They must find it, otherwise they may not be able to pass the hurdle in their hearts for the rest of their lives!"

Liang Hongjin gave a "hmm" and turned the carriage to the side carriage door. After knocking on the door for a while, the concierge came. When he opened the door and saw them, he greeted them and explained, "I just thought I misheard, after all, after old Yuan left, the new coachman hasn't arrived yet..."

  When Liang Hongjin heard this, her heart felt even more sour: On the way here just now, girl Mingtang had already told her about Lao Yuan. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, Dali Temple disappeared two people in a row, and they all disappeared suddenly.

Looking at the concierge with a slightly sad look on their faces, the few of them couldn't say anything for a while, they just stood there in a daze. He led him in, then closed the door again, and went back trembling.

  The back view looked inexplicably lonely.

   "If you get old and get sick, even though you're sad, you'll always be prepared," Liang Hongjin sighed, "Both of these two disappeared suddenly. Old Yuan was on business. Mr. Zhao..."

"It's hard to say!" Wen Mingtang and Liang Hongjin sat in the carriage and went to the stables, and said, "I was there at the time, and I even... saw Mr. Zhao fall from the building with my own eyes," Wen Mingtang took a deep breath at this point He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, paused for a while, and then said again, "Master Zhao is with several court officials. Although I don't know them, they should have a lot of background. Your Excellency’s corpse seems to be trying to cover up…”

"Then what else is there to investigate? Eighty percent of them have ghosts in their hearts! This group of people is the murderer!" Liang Hongjin couldn't help but angrily said, "Since there are witnesses, why haven't I heard any progress yet?" ?”

"The investigation should pay attention to the evidence. After all, deciding who is the 'murderer' is a matter of human life, so it must not be sloppy." Wen Mingtang frowned at this point, remembering that when Lin Fei left last night, he asked the guards to search the bodies of several people. I don't know what happened.