Chapter 133 An old case thirteen years ago
Early morning, Zhao's house, in the bedroom.
"Huh." When Zhao Duan opened his eyelids and woke up suddenly, he couldn't help but shudder and cursed in his heart:
"Old Xu is going too far!"
Last night, he followed Dayu Taizu deep into the snowfield in his visualization and unfortunately encountered a storm. Faced with the terrifying power of heaven, Zhao Duan wanted to dig a hole and hide there.
Old Xu, without even looking back, took a step forward and plunged into the storm. Zhao Duan had no choice but to follow him and was almost frozen into an ice sculpture.
I can only end the visualization early and take a breath by "going offline".
As a result, I dreamed of being cold in the second half of the night.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Zhao Duan got up and was relieved to find that he was finally not sweating this time - the ice basin in the room had melted into water.
Arrived at the dining room.
My aunt and younger sister had also finished washing up, and the three of them sat in a row and ate buns.
"Hey, are you here for dinner today?"
Zhao Duan looked at the girl in surprise.
Zhao Pan, who inherited her mother's beauty and was pretty, had no makeup on and her hair was wet and disheveled. She was surprisingly docile in the face of his teasing.
This made Zhao Duan a little disappointed. He felt that his life was missing something fun if he didn't bully this cheap girl.
"Dalang, take your medicine."
Eugene Hua stood up and presented a bowl of freshly prepared nourishing medicinal soup with both hands.
The beautiful stepmother simply styled her hair into a bun today, looking very homely, with a gentle smile on her face.
"...Can I not drink it?"
Zhao Duan's smile disappeared and he felt extremely resistant.
Eugene Hua looked like a little woman who had done something wrong and bit her lip.
"Is it not to Dalang's taste? Auntie saw that you have been very tired recently, so she cooked some tonic..."
No...it’s mainly because there’s a “Jin” in your name... Zhao Duan sighed.
He took the bowl of soup with his big hands and drank it all in one gulp.
Eugene Hua smiled like an aunt and served him meal attentively. Zhao Pan also looked unusually well-behaved and gentle.
The warm dining scene in ordinary people's homes seemed to be a unprecedented sight in the Zhao family.
"Da Lang, what style of sachet do you like?"
When they were almost done eating, Eugene Hua suddenly asked.
Zhao Duan was stunned: "What do you mean, Auntie?"
The beautiful woman smiled and said:
"Dalang is very busy with official duties, maybe he forgot? In a few days, it will be the Qiqiao Festival."
Qiqiao Festival...Dayu also has this festival.
However, there is no story about the Magpie Bridge in this world. During the Qiqiao Festival, women often gather together to eat, drink, admire the moon, and compare needlework.
According to Dayu customs, women in the family have to sew sachets for their men to demonstrate their craftsmanship skills, and the men will symbolically give them some jewelry in return.
The Zhao family has only one male child, and he is not married yet.
So Eugene Hua is already preparing to sew sachets for her stepson.
"Oh, I can do anything."
Zhao Duan was not picky. After all, in his previous life, he bought clothes using shopping apps, which were ranked by sales volume. He smiled and said:
"I like everything my aunt picks."
Eugene Hua had no resistance to such words. She was so moved that she laughed and cried at the same time.
Oops... I forgot to maintain my character...
Zhao Duan frowned, dropped his bowl and chopsticks, and left as if escaping.
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After dinner.
Eugene Hua was overjoyed and happily pulled her daughter to choose patterns from a picture album in the room. On the table was the newly bought colorful thread.
"What do you think of this? It's bright and beautiful, and it suits your brother very well. It's just a little too flashy and not steady enough."
"This one is better. It's grand and official, and it also implies a meteoric rise to prominence. Unfortunately, it's too old-fashioned."
"What about this one? What about this one? Oh, you silly girl, I asked you to help me choose, why don't you say something?"
A girl with a plain face and as pretty as a lotus in clear water sits on a round stool.
Looking at his mother beside him, his autumn-water eyes were staring at the sewing box on the table in a daze.
Hearing her mother's call, she came back to her senses. The girl who was usually silent and at odds with Zhao Duan suddenly said:
"Mom, why don't you sew one of each style?"
Eugene poked her forehead helplessly:
"A woman can only deliver one child. Besides, there are only a few days left. Do you want to tire me to death?"
Zhao Pan said gloomily, "I can sew one for him, too."
Eugene Hua was stunned, suspecting that her daughter had changed her gender.
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At the doorstep.
The coachman Xiao Wang was already waiting. After investigation, he found that the ambush and murder that day had nothing to do with him.
After waking up from his coma that day, the coachman was shocked to learn that Zhao Duan had killed the swordsman Gao Li in the mortal realm. Even the look in his eyes when he looked at his boss had a hint of admiration.
"Let's go." Zhao Duan got into the car carelessly and gave instructions.
The carriage rumbled away, but today it did not go to the imperial court or the White Horse Prison.
After crossing four streets, they arrived at a teahouse. Zhao Duan told Xiao Wang to wait downstairs while he went upstairs.
Chenggong saw two figures at a square table by the upstairs window.
"Haha, sorry for the long wait."
Zhao Duan greeted him with a smile, then walked over slowly and sat down.
Next to the square table were Zhang Han, the head of the Peony Hall, and Haitang, the head of the Narcissus Hall.
Today, the two police officers were not wearing uniforms. Like Zhao Duan, they were in casual clothes and were sitting waiting.
Haitang, with her high ponytail, long legs, and heroic appearance, who was known for her intelligence, rolled her eyes, threw down the melon seed shell in her hand, and said indifferently:
"Zhao Jisi is really punctual. He doesn't even come a little early."
Two days have passed since the assassination.
Although Zhao Duan received the task from the empress, he did not act in a hurry. Instead, he waited for two days to allow the Dali Temple to relax its vigilance.
The empress also informed Ma Yan about the search for evidence against the Dali Temple Minister and ordered him to assist Zhao Duan and provide him with necessary help.
Ma Yan simply waved his pen and sent two police officers to serve as Zhao Duan's assistants.
——Let the Shenzhang Realm Jisi, which is currently ranked in the top two among the Nine Halls, help Zhao Duan. This is the full extent of his cards.
This means that Zhao Duan, the leader of the Lihua Hall, can mobilize as many troops as three halls.
And they are the most elite group of people in the imperial court.
The nickname "Little King of Hell" is becoming more and more well-deserved.
Zhao Duan laughed and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from Haitang.
Ignoring the female warrior's rolling eyes, he said with a smile:
"There's no rush to investigate the case; the key is to get it right. So, how's it going? Did you get the information I asked you to investigate?"
Zhang Han, the "King of Papers" who has a fair complexion and ranks first among the nine halls, sits upright at the table with a focused attitude as if he were attending a meeting.
Hearing this, he placed a file on the table and said calmly:
"After screening, we determined that this is the most likely thing we could use to suss out Zhou Cheng."
That’s right!
The first task Zhao Duan gave them was to use the Zhaoya’s intelligence network to find Zhou Cheng’s flaws.
In this way, we can find a breakthrough to tear open the golden body of this third-rank official.
"That's all?"
Zhao Duan raised his hand and pressed it, feeling the thickness of the file bag, and was a little disappointed:
"I thought that a big shot like this, who has been in the political arena for many years, would have a lot of black spots."
Although he expressed disdain, Zhao Duan still trusted the "professional level" of his two colleagues.
He immediately opened the paper bag, took out the information inside and looked through it.
Haitang said "Pooh" and spat out two pieces of melon seed shells, too lazy to explain.
I thought to myself, do you think everyone is like you? If you want to deal with someone, all you have to do is sell off a teammate?
We good people don’t have the same unique advantages as you.
At this time, Zhao Duan also glanced at the old information and raised his eyebrows:
"An old case from thirteen years ago? What does this have to do with Zhou Cheng?"
(End of this chapter)
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