Zhang Yuan stood in front of Sheng Zhixing's door all night.

It was not until the first ray of morning light shone on him that he realized it was already daybreak.

With a "creak", the courtyard door was opened from the inside. Sheng Zhixing was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhang Yuan standing outside.

"Why are you standing outside like an idiot without knocking?"

"Master, I figured it out."

Zhang Yuan clenched his fists and said, "I want to reopen the investigation into the cases of treason and embezzlement of military funds in the Zhaoping Marquisate!"

"Master, please give me some advice!"

Sheng Zhixing smiled slightly: "Come in and have breakfast."

*

Half a month passed.

It was midsummer and the capital city of Dasheng was very hot.

Linlang Street in the capital.

Despite the scorching sun, Sheng Zhixing's herbal tea business is booming, with a constant stream of customers coming to buy herbal tea.

They gathered in front of Sheng Zhixing's tea stall, chatting while waiting in line.

"It's so hot today. Who can shoot the sun down?"

"Rich people have ice cubes to cool down, but ordinary people like us can only buy herbal tea."

Just as everyone was waiting for their cold tea and complaining about the hot weather, Zhang Yuan, the Junior Official of the Dali Temple, arrived with his constables. He showed the crowd around the tea stall a portrait of a young man and asked, "Fellow villagers, have you seen this man?"

Zhang Yuan solved two major cases at a young age and became the Shaoqing of Dali Temple. He was also kind to people. At the beginning, the old man selling tea told stories about the doubts of several unjust cases in Dali Temple and analyzed them very well. However, the people in Dali Temple not only did not accept his opinions, but also said that the old man was talking nonsense to attract attention and wanted to drive him away.

Only Zhang Yuan humbly asked for advice, and finally overturned the case based on what the old tea seller said.

The people believed that Zhang Yuan was an official who could truly listen to people like them, the lower class, and they all cooperated with him, coming to see what the man in the portrait looked like.

"Why did Lord Zhang personally bring the constables here to arrest someone?"

"I've never seen this person before. What crime did he commit?"

Zhang Yuan held up the portrait and said, "This man is a vicious charlatan who has swindled the people out of tens of thousands of taels of silver. Someone provided a clue that he's hiding in the Linlang Street area."

"If you have any clues, please provide them to me! I will reward you handsomely!"

Passersby at the tea stall looked at the portrait and shook their heads, saying they had never seen it before.

"Okay, fellow villagers, please help me keep an eye on it."

"I'll take some people to look ahead."

Zhang Yuan turned to Sheng Zhixing and said, "Uncle Wang, you often set up a stall in this area, so please keep an eye on it for me!"

"Okay!"

Sheng Zhixing nodded happily.

The two exchanged glances.

Zhang Yuan led his men further into Linlang Street.

"Master Zhang is so dedicated to his work, even in such hot weather, and he's personally leading the police. Come and arrest someone!"

"He deserves to be the Shaoqing of Dali Temple at such a young age!"

Just as the diners continued to complain about the hot weather, small pieces of white "catkins" suddenly fell from the sky.

These "willow catkins" fell on people's heads, faces and bodies, and then melted into water.

The cold touch of the willow catkins made the people exclaim in surprise.

"Oh my god, this isn't catkins! This looks like snowflakes!"

People on the street looked up and stretched out their hands to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky. The crystal snowflakes fell on them and quickly melted.

After confirming again and again that it was really snowing, the people started talking about it!

"Snow is falling in June! This is an injustice!"

"This is exactly the same plot as the classic play 'The Injustice of Dou E' performed at the He Family Theater!"

The repertoire of He Lin Theater is now very popular throughout Dasheng. Troupes from all over Dasheng buy scripts from He Lin Theater and take them back to rehearse and perform. "The Injustice of Dou E" is the most popular one because it is a must-perform piece for He Lin's troupe's free charity performances.

"But what unjust cases have there been in Beijing recently?"

"No, with the guidance of the great detective, Mr. Zhang, the Junior Justice of the Dali Temple, and this old man Wang who sells tea, how could there be a wrongful conviction?"

Sheng Zhixing sold tea on the streets of Beijing under the pseudonym Lao Wang, and everyone called him Old Man Wang.

Hearing people's discussions, Sheng Zhixing remained silent, but just used a bamboo tube to fill herbal tea for everyone.

This snow was certainly not a coincidence, but Jiang Lili, who was now in the snowfield, sent him a red envelope for snowfall.

The Linlang Street where he chose to set up his stall today is the former site of the Zhaoping Marquis Mansion.

From his herbal tea stall, he could see the towering buildings in the Zhaoping Marquis Mansion from afar.

After clicking on the snowfall red envelope, seeing snow falling from the sky, Sheng Zhixing sent a message to Su Rui: [Su Rui, you can release Liu Xi from the Imperial Astronomical Observatory.]

@Su Rui (Serious archaeologists don't rob tombs): Got it! ]

After Sheng Zhixing sent the message, his face showed a surprised expression, just like everyone else.

He complained, "It's so hot, why is it snowing all of a sudden? I'm an old man, and I'm trying so hard to make some extra money selling herbal tea!"

The people gathered around the tea stall were surprised and confused.

Ancient people were almost all very superstitious. Abnormal celestial phenomena were either auspicious or ominous signs.

"How strange! It's really unusual to have snow in the middle of summer."

"Hey, I remember that in June three years ago, the Marquis of Zhaoping's mansion was confiscated and the family was exiled!"

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

"Could it be that the Marquis of Zhaoping and his family were exiled because of injustice? Now the heavens are speaking up for him?"

"Why did it snow three years later? Why didn't it snow in the two years before?"

At this time, a fisherman in the crowd lowered his voice and said, "I heard from a relative who does business in Lingnan that he went fishing and learned a piece of news about the Zhaoping Marquis Mansion while resting on Haizhou Island."

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