A quarter of an hour later, Duanmulin came out of the Zen room, left the temple, and returned to the inn.

Li Luotang, who was sleeping in his dream, naturally had no way of knowing all this.

The next day, Li Luotang found that Shangguan Shanshan had not brought Shen Junyu back yet. Although she was worried, she could only think about the better.

"Miss Li." Duanmulin came out of the room and saw Li Luotang standing at the door of Shangguan Shanshan's room.

"Young Master Duanmu, good morning." Li Luotang turned around and smiled.

"Miss Li, did you sleep well last night?" Duan Linlin's words meant a temptation.

"It's okay." Li Luotang smiled.

Duanmulin saw that her face was normal and could not tell whether she knew about him leaving the inn yesterday, but it would be enough to test it once. If you test it again, you are afraid that things will be reversed.

"Miss Shangguan and Young Master Shen will definitely return safely." Duanmulin said.

"Yes," Li Luotang nodded. She also believed that the two of them would be lucky and come back safely.

"Go out for breakfast." Duanmulin smiled.

Li Luotang had a wound on his body and wanted to eat oil terminal, but Duanmulin refused to let him go, "You have to eat light ones."

"Just a little bit of injury, don't be careful of it." Li Luotang said depressedly.

"Before leaving, Lord Gu repeatedly reminded me, you don't want Lord Gu to worry, right?" Duanmulin said.

"Okay, okay, I'll eat sugar porridge and lotus root." Li Luotang said helplessly.

The porridge is made of glutinous rice. It has thick rice soup and distinct grains. Add brown sugar and add larger lotus root sections.

The lotus root slices are dark brown, and the rice grains are light green.

The fragrance lingers, and the porridge has a faint sweetness, which is not greasy, just right.

After breakfast, Duanmulin asked, "Do you go back to the inn or walk around?"

"Go back to the inn." Li Luotang replied.

However, the two of them did not return to the inn in the end, but went to the teahouse at the intersection of the street, while drinking tea and chatting, and seeing the various aspects of the market.

When I entered the door, I saw a poem written on the screen painting a famous scholar’s ​​tea tasting.

Tea.

Bare leaves, tender buds.

I admire the poet and love the monk's family.

Crush white jade and weave red yarn.

Fry the yellow stamens and turn the bowl into the quiver flowers.

After the night, I invite you to accompany the bright moon, and before the morning life, I face the morning glow.

Wash all the tireless people of ancient and modern times, and how can you be praised before you get drunk?

Yuan Zhen’s tea poem is a fine piece in tea poems. It not only summarizes the quality and efficacy of tea, but also the artistic conception of drinking tea, and even the process of cooking and enjoying tea.

The most important thing is that he also performs skills, and the second sentence in the poem is one more word than the previous sentence. This kind of poem is also called the pagoda poem.

At the entrance of the teahouse, it is indeed great to use this poem to welcome the literati and scholars who come to drink tea.

The two sat down at the table next to the window on the second floor and ordered a pot of tea, a plate of watermelon seeds, a plate of peanuts and two plates of refreshments.

At this time, two more tea guests came up from the upper floor. They were two of the three people I met at Saowyelou yesterday, and the one with the child did not come.

They sat down at the table next to them, ordered a pot of tea, and chatted while drinking tea, "The Danqiu feathers eat lightly and pick tea to make them grow with wings. This tea removes my illness and makes people feel worried and sniffed in their hearts."

"Ha, I have no companionship to see the clouds in my spare time, and I have a taste of purple bamboo shoot tea in my spare time."

The two of them kept talking about the Tea Classic, but as they were chatting, their voices became lowered.

I heard one person say, "Hey, now Brother Wen enjoys family happiness and has lost his ambitions."

"The world is about to be in chaos, and it is impossible for him to settle down in a corner." Another man said coldly.

"He has thousands of acres of fertile land and more than ten shops. It is understandable that he doesn't want to work hard."

"You and I will come here. If we cannot persuade him, we will not be able to explain it to you in front of the adults."

"He insisted on refusing, so what can you and me?"

"If you don't use it for us, then...huhhhh." The man didn't say it, but the meaning was obvious.

"Hiss, this..." Another person hesitated.

"Brother Chen, don't want the kindness of a woman."

"Everything will be based on Brother Zhang's wishes."

Li Luotang frowned slightly, the two of them were so vicious.

When the two of them finished a pot of tea and left, Li Luotang also called a clerk to pay the bill and prepared to follow the two to see if they could save the family surnamed Wen.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw two people meeting one at the door. The man said, "Two, long time no see!"

After saying that, the man suddenly stretched out his hands to put on the shoulders of both of them.

The two of them reached out and pointed to the man's hand.

The man turned his palm into a fist and rushed towards the two of them.

The two took two steps back and barely avoided the fist wind.

Li Luotang was not surprised that these two people knew martial arts.

Both civil and military affairs are the pursuit of many scholars. Of course, most people know the basics and can only strengthen their bodies.

"What do you mean by the surname Song?" the one with the surname Chen asked angrily.

The man surnamed Zhang also said: "If you have the surname Song, don't think that being a seventh-rank sesame official can bully people at will."

"I am performing official duties and capturing important criminals in the court."

"You are slandering."

"If you want to add a crime, you have no choice but to worry!"

"What do you want to do when you come to Jinling? It can be hidden from others, but I can't hide it from my eyes and ears. But now I don't want to catch you, just ask you, who killed Zhu Youhe?"

"We don't know who Zhu Youhe is, and we haven't even heard of it!"

"Have you heard of it?" The man surnamed Song sneered, "Half a month ago, the two of them had tea with him, and they met so soon?"

The man surnamed Zhang and the man surnamed Chen did not speak. They never expected that they were targeted half a month ago.

Li Luotang and Duanmulin stood in the corner where the three of them could be seen. The distance was a bit far away and they could not hear what they were saying.

"It's not convenient to speak here, come with me." The man surnamed Song asked the two of them to follow him.

Watching the three of them walk out of the teahouse, Li Luotang and Duanmulin followed them out.

When I walked to the door, I saw no trace of the three of them.

"It's impossible to walk so fast?" Li Luotang frowned.

"Will you go into the alley?" Duanmulin guessed.

"Find a remote corner and sneak past the roof..." Li Luotang didn't say anything, but saw a man in black on the roof.

The man in black shot out two short knives, and then jumped straight, as if he had jumped into a house in the alley.

Then Li Luotang and Duanmulin saw the man named Song jumping onto the roof, but there was no one on the roof, and he could not find the murderer at all.

He jumped back into the alley from the roof and then came out cursing.

It happened that a team of yamen runners patrolling the streets came over, and he took out a sign from his arms and shook it at them.

The yamen runners bowed and said, "Sir, what are you going to give?"

"Go and transport the two bodies in the alley back to the yamen."

"Yes, sir." The yamen runners brought a cart from there and went to the alley to transport the bodies out.

The body was covered with straw mats, and they couldn't see where they were hit by the knife, so they died.

A little finger from unknown person was revealed by the straw mattress. There was blood on the fingertips, but black blood was found.

From this we can see that the knife must have been covered with poison that was blood-sealed.

These two people died, and the only one with the surname Wen was safe.
Chapter completed!