Chapter 177 Feng Shu Saves People
Meng Yunlan listened to the woman's instructions and nodded obediently:
"Okay, I know all about the wife."
Su Yuan hummed softly, put her arm around her husband's waist, and led Bai Cui and Ban Yan into the Wanfo Temple along with the crowded pilgrims.
But what no one saw was.
Diagonally behind Su Yuan and his group, there was a beggar with dishevelled hair and ragged clothes, who was pushing towards the four people with a very clear purpose.
only.
I don't know what she saw on the way, but her body trembled visibly. Then she suddenly changed direction and squeezed into the crowded crowd again.
Wanfo Temple, back mountain.
"Zheng, zheng, zheng, zheng..."
A clear and melodious sound of a piano slowly came from a winding path, and I followed the source of the sound.
A stunning man in a snow-white brocade robe with wide sleeves, his long hair half-tied behind his head with a white jade hairpin, was sitting under a ginkgo tree.
As his jade fingers gently plucked the lyre, wave after wave of clear sounds like spring water flowed out slowly.
Seems to have noticed something.
The man frowned slightly, raised his eyes and glanced towards the southwest corner. The sound of the piano at his fingertips suddenly stopped, and he said lightly:
"Feng Shi, go see what happened?"
He had just finished speaking.
A vague "yes" came from nowhere, accompanied by a light breeze blowing past and back. A masked woman in black suddenly appeared beside the man and reported in a low voice:
"Fifth Prince, there is a murderer ahead."
Feng Shu's eyes flashed with slight surprise, his brows knitted, and his words were free of any emotion:
"Tai Fengjun is ill and cannot be disturbed. Go and deal with the person, so that those ignorant people won't come near."
Feng Shi nodded without hesitation and was about to leave when he heard another question from behind:
"Wait, did the victim see clearly?"
Feng Shifu turned around and bowed again, then replied:
"Like a beggar."
Feng Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought for a while with a trailing tone:
"Oh, a beggar? Bring him here for me to see."
Everyone in the capital city knew that Tai Fengjun was recuperating in the mountains behind Wanfo Temple, but they actually followed him here in a big way.
He is called a beggar, so his identity must be complicated.
After hearing this, Feng Shi lowered his head and said "yes", then he disappeared like a wisp of wind.
About a cup of tea passed.
Feng Shu picked up the chestnut cake with his fingertips and brought it to his lips, taking a light bite. He raised his head slightly, chewing the cake in his mouth slowly, while his eyes gradually drifted in the direction where Feng Shi had just left.
Following the sound of "thump" the body landed on the ground, and Feng Shi's figure suddenly appeared.
Feng Shu's eyes trembled and he was instantly brought back to his thoughts.
He raised his chin slightly and looked at the beggar who was lying on the ground in a greasy and dirty manner and emitting a fishy smell.
Feng Shu lowered his mouth slightly, raised his chin to Feng Shi who was standing beside him, and said in a calm voice:
"Have her dealt with. Oh, and remember to search her body to see if she has anything hidden."
Feng Shi nodded, then bent down, picked up the black ball on the ground with one hand, and walked towards the small river in the back mountain.
Night falls quietly.
Outside the wooden window, there is a crescent moon, autumn insects are chirping, and a few stars are accompanying. At a glance, the ground is a vast expanse of silver.
Feng Shu knelt in front of the table by the window, holding a box of spices close to his nose and sniffing.
A faint smile escaped from his tightly pursed thin lips. He handed the small round jade box to Dong Hua beside him and asked with a smile:
"You can also smell the incense I just made."
Donghua used scissors to cut the wax core with a "click".
Hearing this.
He put the sharp iron scissors away, held them with both hands, fanned himself with one hand, and nodded:
"Excellent, the mint flavor is fresh and elegant. It's worth the three months Your Highness spent making it."
"Well... But I have to say something you may not like. It is already late autumn and Your Highness is weak and cold. If you use this spice, it may harm your health."
Feng Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of nostalgia flashed across his eyes, he curved his lips and smiled lightly, and said softly:
"I don't smoke it, I just take it out and smell it occasionally."
Dong Hua nodded in agreement, then muttered softly:
"I don't know when Your Highness developed this hobby. I was always by your side without even realizing it."
After that, he rolled his eyes and mentioned what happened in the morning:
"Your Highness, the person you asked Feng Shi to treat this morning has been seen by the doctor and has been properly settled. I also went to see her in person this afternoon. Tsk tsk, it's a good thing you didn't get too close to see her. The injuries all over that woman were really scary."
"Just hearing the doctor mention it gives me goose bumps. There was a cut on his skull, a serious injury to his throat, and multiple fractures all over his body. By the way, according to Feng Shi, the soles of his feet were covered in blood and flesh. I guess he must have walked a long way."
The more Feng Shu listened, the tighter his brows knitted together. He pulled the corners of his lips and sighed with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"Alas, it seems that this person is not a simple person. I hope that I can be kind for once and not get dragged into trouble."
Now he has no worries about food and clothing, he is protected by Lady Feng and the Fengyu Army, and he has lived in the back mountain of Wanfo Temple for a long time, so he can't help but believe in good fate.
Another thing, he thought about how he was in a similar situation before. Even though he knew there was a hidden story behind the beggar's identity, he still rescued the person. Well... he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse!
Feng Shu shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Let’s wait and see.
After all, he is not a god and cannot guess everything.
As he was thinking about it, he heard a series of knocks on the door from outside.
Feng Shu didn't even turn his head, and uttered two words lightly:
"Come in."
Feng Da walked up to him in a quick step, bowed, and reported in a deep voice:
"Your Highness, the person is awake."
Feng Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded slightly, and asked:
"Did you find anything on her during the day? Also, did this person reveal his identity?"
Feng Shi took out a ball of crumpled oil paper from his bosom, pulled out a yellowed paper with a bloody handprint on it, and carefully smoothed it out with his palm.
He did not hand it directly to Feng Shu, but spread it on the table in front of the man and reminded him softly:
"Your Highness, there is a strange smell on the paper. Please read it this way. As for the identity..."
"This woman's vocal cords are severely damaged. The doctor said she can't speak for the time being, so I don't know who she is. But this is what I found in the lining of her collar. It should be useful."
After listening to this, Feng Shu stopped talking and turned his gaze to the yellowed paper in front of him that was stained with a few drops of blood:
"To appease the imperial envoy Wu An, who abused his power for personal gain and harmed innocent merchants, I know that the lives of the Qin family are in danger, so I am writing this testimony to incriminate the corrupt official Wu An and handing the written evidence to the head of the Meng family in Tongzhou."
Below was Qin Li's handwriting and bloody fingerprints. After carefully reading those few sentences of testimony, Feng Shu's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately figured out who the defendant was.
To comfort the imperial envoy Wu An, formerly a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy and a disciple of the Duke of Qi.
However, the Meng family in Tongzhou... looks somewhat familiar.
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