I'm afraid you'll be widowed

Autumn has entered the capital, and the dawn is getting later and later.

Fang Cenxi stayed at his desk all night, and when he looked up, he saw that the suet wax had been burned like a lamp. Then he sorted out the messy documents on the table, and slowly put on the cloak on the back of the chair.

It was still early, and no one had arrived at the Yamen of Dali Temple.

Facing the new dawn, Fang Cenxi walked slowly to the small courtyard he rented in Beijing.

The bell for the removal of the curfew echoed in the street, and the officers and soldiers of Wucheng Bingmasi were still yawning and removing the wooden fences placed by the curfew last night.

But he didn't see who was working in a daze, so he bowed his body and took two steps back, bumping into Fang Cenxi.

In a blink of an eye, before anyone else could react, the gentleman was knocked down to the ground.

And he frowned even more, took a deep breath, although he was silent, he was still obviously in pain.

Seeing the old acquaintance, Wucheng Bingma Si hurriedly greeted him as usual, but seeing his unusual reaction, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

After all, although Fang Cenxi is a scholar who carries a pen, he is not as thin as paper.

What's more, this Mr. Fang, Wen Dun is polite and easy to talk, and he solves cases like a divination.

Since he came, the surrounding cases have hardly caused the officers and soldiers patrolling the city to think about it.

Because of these reasons, everyone was not willing to let him do anything good or bad, and hurriedly gathered around to greet him.

The officers and soldiers chattered: "Hey, Mr. Xiaofang? Are you okay? The newcomers don't have eyes, so you take care of it."

"What's the matter? Could it be that you are injured? Who dares to make things difficult for you? We'll clean it up for you."

"Did you work overnight again last night? Didn't you rest well?"

Fang Cenxi supported the corner of the wall and got up slowly, and shook his head with a light smile: "It's just that I copied too many copies last night, so I'm really tired, and my heart hurts."

"Thank you for your concern, it will be fine to go home and rest."

The patrolling officers and soldiers of the Wucheng Bingma Division heard the words, and quickly sent them good words: "Master Xiao Fang is tired, don't suffer yourself like this again in the future."

"I asked the front to open the way for you, you go home and rest."

Fang Cenxi slowly calmed down and walked a few more steps, only to feel that the pain was not so obvious.

The night before yesterday, he was hit by Pei Gong's scabbard, although there was no blood, the injury was not serious.

Everyone knows that the inner guards turned their hands to cover the clouds and the rain, and the co-leader Linyuan was especially cruel and merciless, and he would take revenge.

But almost no one thought that the co-leader, who occupies a pivotal position among the inner guards, would be just a little-known low-level commentator on the surface.

There are many common affairs in Dali Temple, Fang Cenxi can't delay, so he copied the copy overnight.

Now he was really exhausted, so he just wanted to rest.

The morning light has just passed over the roof tiles on the side of the street, rippling with layers of waves like fish scales.

Fang Cenxi was about to turn around the third alley corner, and suddenly paused again.

He tightly held the small ivory sculpture in his hand, and stuffed it into his cuff calmly.

After that, he still didn't let go of his hand immediately, but just straightened the straight green shirt on his body in a slow manner, making a small movement even more unobtrusive.

When he finished straightening his clothes and raised his head again, Pei Gong had already landed in front of his eyes, standing with a knife in his hand, lazily leaning against the wall and staring at him.

Even if the third master of the Pei family was turned into ashes, it was impossible for him not to recognize him.

Fang Cenxi sneered and slandered a savage, and in an instant, his eyes were filled with gentle arcs, completely covering up the coldness in his eyes.

He lowered his eyelids to cover his eyes, stood upright, and bowed respectfully, "Mr. Pei."

It was also through such a bowing effort that he carefully sized Pei Gong in front of him from head to toe.

The white belly of the early morning has just fainted, and the morning glow still has some traces left behind.

The faint sun was shining, reflecting a layer of faint light on Pei Gong's hair, as if a golden border had been stretched over his body, and it made his facial features more sharp-edged.

Everyone in Beijing knows that the heirs of the Pei family in Duke Liang's mansion, each of them has a phoenix and a dragon, and their demeanor is extraordinary.

Especially Pei Gong, the third son of the Pei family, was tall and handsome, with outstanding appearance, and his whole body exudes an air of nobility that is rare for ordinary people, even more so than his two elder brothers.

Seeing him again now, it can be seen that what he said is true, it is nothing more than the fact that the third son of the Pei family has not made any achievements or careers compared to his two elder brothers, so there is a little more casualness and arrogance in his body.

It's a pity that the well-behaved Weijiang family did something wrong to ask for such a reckless person like Pei Gong with a simple mind and well-developed limbs.

Pei Gong immediately raised his eyes.

He looked at the judge in front of him who was praised by his elder brother as having outstanding ability, and he was full of disdain and dissatisfaction.

The breakfast stalls slowly set up on the street were still filled with cooking smoke, and the corners of Fang Cenxi's robe were slightly turned up, as if he was an immortal from the sky.

His complexion is fair, his figure is thin, and there is an unnoticeable slight bluish under his eyes.

Pei Gong's eyes wandered around twice, but he still couldn't find this polite little commentary in his limited memory.

So Pei Gong didn't bother anymore, he just said, "What? Have you seen me before?"

However, Fang Cenxi shook his head slightly: "I've never seen it before."

"It's just that I have heard two or three rumors about Mr. Pei in the market."

Pei Gong asked again: "Rumours? Can rumors recognize people now?"

Fang Cenxi was unhurried: "It's just a trivial skill deduced by common sense, it's not surprising."

"Common sense deduction?" Pei Gong sneered, as if he couldn't believe such a seemingly perfunctory answer.

Therefore, Pei Gong pushed out the knife in his arms, saw the light reflected on the thin blade printed on Fang Cenxi's collar several times, and asked with a sneer, "What kind of common sense deduction is it? detailed."

Fang Cenxi was not easily intimidated by this move.

He didn't smile lightly, and he didn't feel flustered at all, but his thin lips parted slightly.

"If you meet a stranger on the road, if you are a gangster for money, you should not attract attention in the noisy place of the crowd during the day. If you are a murderer, you don't have to talk too much, and you should have drawn a knife to Fang's neck. Poke a hole."

"You don't wear the official uniform of Jinyiwei's seventh-rank general banner, but you wear a soap towel with two patterns and a silver crown at Nanxiang Hutong 18. The other wooden plaques on your body are not the wooden plaques used by low-ranking officers, but the tooth plaques that are commonly used by senior officials in the Sanpin Hall. A Yanling Saber worth far more than the annual salary of a seventh-rank flag officer."

"If it wasn't for your extraordinary status, how could there be so many unreasonable things? What's more, there is such a big word Pei engraved on your tooth plate..."

Hearing this, Pei Gong hastily lowered his head to look at the "betrayed" dental plaque on his waist.

He just got this tooth card yesterday, it is Jin Yiwei's identity certificate.

The tooth plate is polished with a whole piece of ivory and carved with ink. It is expensive, and it is indeed unusual for low-level officers.According to the regulations, one side of the dental plaque is engraved with official ranks, and the other side is engraved with names and surnames.

Jin Yiwei usually hangs this identity card around his waist, and the finely broken brocade tassels on the rope will block all the engraved handwriting on the card, making it difficult for others to see.When it's time to use it for the investigation of the case at Dianmao, the Jinsui is pushed aside to reveal the name of the official position on the waist card for inspection.

But now Pei Gong leaned against the wall as if boneless, and the dental plaque happened to be caught by the folds of his clothes, hanging in mid-air.

The brocade tassels on the tape are high-quality silk, smooth and heavy, and will not pile up and knot easily.At this moment, all of them naturally fell to the side, revealing all the words on the dental plaque without any cover.

Seeing this, Pei Gong couldn't help laughing at himself.

As if nothing had happened, he stretched out his hand to pull down the tooth card, and then looked at the person in front of him again with a cautious look.

Fang Cenxi asked softly again: "Third Master, do you still want to continue listening?"

Pei Gong didn't think he couldn't get off the stage, so he just said casually, "Go on."

Fang Cenxi smiled lightly, and then continued in a soft voice: "There are not many honorable books with the surname Pei in Beijing, only Liang Guogong's mansion and Yan Chengbo's mansion."

"However, Mr. Yan Chengbo has two daughters, and the only youngest son is only six years old this year. Naturally, he will not work in Jinyiwei. And Liang Guogong's mansion has three sons. However, among the three sons, the second son sticks to the frontier and no longer in Beijing, and the eldest son is right-legged. It is difficult to move quickly, and now the envoy is the Commander of Jin Yiwei."

"Then third master, who will be the rest?"

Pei Gong was slightly dumb.

After a few words, he couldn't help but feel a little interested in this small commentary of the seventh rank of Dali Temple.

He followed the rules and was personable, except for his appearance, he didn't seem to be much different from those scholars that Pei Gong hated most in the past.

However, he speaks modestly and softly, but he speaks to the right degree, and when he speaks the truth, he is strict and self-sufficient, unlike those who are strong outsiders and middle-rankers in the past who can only talk empty words.

However, in a few words, there is a sense of integrity and face, so that people can't find the slightest gap.

Pei Gong couldn't help but sneered: "Fang Pingshi really has insight into the details, which is admirable."

"It's worthy of the praise of the elder brother."

When Fang Cenxi heard the words, there was no change in the emotion on his face, he just nodded slightly in a well-regulated way: "The third master and the eldest son praised me absurdly, Fang is ashamed."

Pei Gong listened to some skillful polite words and sneered: "However, I'm afraid Fang Pingshi hasn't heard enough of my rumors."

"The official bank of Xianghai Town, 28 miles away from Beijing, was stolen. Could it be that Fang has not heard of this case yet?"

Fang Cenxi was startled.

Obviously don't know yet.

Finally, Pei Gong was overwhelmed with a hint of pride in gaining the upper hand, and added a sentence like a reminder: "Following me on errands may not be a good thing."

Fang Cenxi looked at Pei Gong who had thrown himself into the trap in front of him, and felt light in his heart.

Xianghai is 28 miles away from Beijing, so let them do business together. If there is any good or bad, how can the whip of Liang Guogong's mansion be able to catch up?

The day before yesterday, Pei Gong who acted fiercely, had a knife and a fish in front of his eyes, but he still had a happy expression on his face.

He couldn't help laughing out loud: "Third Master also said that it's just rumors, but that's unbelievable words."

The curved eyebrows are enough to cover up any other emotions in the eyes: "Why should the third master worry about those?"

Hearing these words, Pei Gong couldn't help but frowned.

He inexplicably felt that there seemed to be a feeling of deja vu reverberating in his mind, but there were no relevant memories that he couldn't get rid of.

However, before he could think too much, Fang Cenxi in front of him bowed to him again.

"If Mr. Pei has nothing else to do, Mr. Fang will be rude, and he will leave today."

After saying that, Fang Cenxi drifted away from him.

Pei Gong looked at his back against the twilight morning light, subconsciously lost in thought: "I always feel that Fang Pingshi looks familiar, I don't know if I've seen it somewhere."

Fang Cenxi took less than three steps, and when he heard this, he turned his head and glanced at Pei Gong.

The smile on his face was still warm and moist, his smile made people unable to see his eyes clearly, and his words seemed to reveal some meaning.

"Mr. Pei, things in this world are really ingenious. Who can tell?"

"Maybe we actually met."

From the scabbard that night two days ago...

Fang has been waiting for you for a long time.

The author has something to say:

I hope that Pei Gou can avoid the limelight and return to the capital alive:)