In the second year of Huangyou, the third day of August, Kaifeng.
The oil-paper-pasted lanterns swayed in the wind and rain, and the flames flickered, and the door of Yingde’s official post was bright and dark. Amidst the sound of rain, a very inconspicuous blue cloth sedan turned around the corner and stopped at the door of the post station.
The person who got out of the sedan, dressed in a green robe, with a cold expression, went straight to knock on the door.
After a while, the officer opened the door impatiently, and when he saw the person coming, he hurriedly put on a smiley face, and bowed his waist suddenly: “My lord.”
“Where is Gusu Weaving Master Bai?”
“It’s in the back room, the little one will lead the way.”
Seeing that there was no servant around this adult, the officials were busy holding umbrellas and lanterns, leading him to the back wing.
“That’s it, do you want to make a pot of good tea for you?”
“No, I will call you if I have something to do. You don’t need to come here without my instructions.”
When the officer retired, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
“My lord! Please come in quickly. The villain has been waiting for the adults for a long time.” A young man with a slightly round figure opened the door and saw that he was in a green robe. He hurriedly walked in. I entered the mansion with a letter, can you see it, my lord?”
“I saw it,” the man in Qingpao said impatiently, “…who let you come to Beijing?”
Gusu Weaving Bai Baozhen saw him with a cold face, and was stunned: “The villain and the villain think that this matter is of great importance and should be discussed with the adults.”
“Shangshang…” He sneered, “Bao Zhen, Bao Zhen, what do you want me to say about you? You want to watch me die under that tiger’s head, you are willing!”
“The villain dare not!” Bai Baozhen softened his knees, already knelt on the ground, and cried faintly, “Why does an adult say this? The villain has the courage to think so!”
Seeing him like this, the Qingpao man’s tone softened again, stretched out his hand to support him, and sighed: “I also know that you are not like this. You are not better than them. They are all weak and incompetent. Hidden away.”
“Master Mingjian.” Bai Baozhen did not dare to get up. “It’s just that now that Bao Zheng has begun to suspect me, and the officials are panicking, so he came to Beijing to ask the adults to show me.”
“Can you bring the account book?”
“No, this is a big thing, how dare a villain carry it with him.”
“You did the right thing.”
The man in Qingpao nodded approvingly, and inadvertently squeezed his index finger on the ink-lacquered table twice-the cool breeze passed behind him, Bai Baozhen felt only a cold vest, and looked down in amazement. A sharp sword passed through his chest. The sword The blood still dripped from the tip.
“I can’t help it, you go,” Qingpao said lightly, “I will settle your family, and I won’t lose them.”
Bai Baozhen opened his mouth with difficulty, and wanted to say something. You might as well draw the sword sharply, blood gushing out, and he breathed out before he could catch his breath.
The man who held the sword was the man who had just carried the sedan chair.
The man in Qingpao looked at the dirty blood on the placket with disgust: “Go inside and see what he has brought. Be sure to search carefully.”
The breath of Bai Bao, who fell on the ground, was broken, and his eyes were still open. The man in Qingpao looked impatiently, kicked and turned the body over.
“My lord, I’ve searched it carefully. There are only some silver bills, clothing, and nothing else.” The big man turned out from the inside and spread the found items on the table.
The Qingpao man doubled, and as expected, there was nothing else. He nodded and said: “Make it cleaner, don’t let Kaifeng Mansion find any handle.”