Chapter 365 Confluence

"Looking for him thousands of times in the crowd, I looked back at dusk, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place."

Surrounded by candle shadows and lanterns, zithers and drums clamoring, Pan Ming was wandering in the crowd, and from time to time there were colorful spring wins and money falling down, attracting people to pick them up.

In fact, there was not much money, but everyone wanted to get a lottery, and they fought desperately, squeezing Pan Ming enough.

"This formation..."

With a sigh, Pan Ming jumped directly onto the shoulders of the passers-by, without touching the ground, and took a lingering micro-step, taking dozens of steps before stopping.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt or itch, the person who was stepped on just gave him a sideways glance, and didn't have much complaints in his heart, but a few young ladies looked over curiously, as if saying: "Young hero is very skilled."

However, Pan Ming didn't have time to talk to them. At this moment, he finally noticed that teasing gaze, not far away, under a coil of lamps and dragons.

"What a coincidence."

"Think I can't recognize you with a mask on?"

"Lu Li is really lucky, no matter where he goes, there are always women around him."

The tone is full of resentment.

Frankly speaking, Pan Ming is also not bad looking, with delicate features, and along the way, many women in Chang'an's boudoir gave him sachets, hoping to invite him to spend the festive season together.

It's just that he doesn't like to make publicity, and often keeps a cold face in front of strangers.

As for why I copied Xin Qiji's words, I was really moved by the night view of Chang'an, and wanted to recite a poem, but my literary talent is limited...

Well, I copied poems just to express my emotions, not to pretend.

In just a short moment, Pan Ming was full of inner drama.

Miss Qianrui saw that Lu Li was silent for a long time and kept staring ahead, she couldn't help asking, "Mr. Lang knows the scholar who recited the song?"

"Scholar?"

Lu Li couldn't help laughing, but he didn't dismantle Pan Ming's stage. He took off his mask casually and said in greeting, "I didn't expect to meet Yuanwai Pan here."

Pan Ming, Cong Wupin, Yuanwailang of the Ministry of Industry, also known as Pan Yuanwai.

"It turned out to be Lu Siqing, Shangyuan Ankang."

"Shangyuan Ankang."

Even though he was surrounded by people he didn't know, Pan Ming still rushed over passionately and hooked up with Lu Li.

From his point of view, he came here just for vacation, and he could do whatever he wanted, even if he was in a bad mood, he could just kill the emperor to cheer him up.

Reciprocity?

Pooh!

"Go shopping together?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? It's rare to meet."

After witnessing the interaction between the two, Miss Qianrui knew that they had a close relationship, while Mrs. Guo Guo, who had glimpsed the true face of Mount Lu, kept staring at Lu Li with emotion in her eyes.

She lived with her father in the middle of Sichuan in her early years, and she has both talent and appearance. When she grew up, she married Pei's family as his wife. However, Mrs. Pei is a short-lived ghost, leaving them orphans and widows to depend on each other. Fortunately, my younger sister was upbeat and became the emperor's favorite concubine, and welcomed herself into the capital and named her Mrs. Guo.

In other words.

After all the hardships, she wanted to find another new love.

The atmosphere of Datang is open, and it does not over-advocate consistency. Divorce and remarriage are very common——

The government and public opinion respect women's observance of chastity, but if the husband dies and finds someone to marry again, no one will come forward to criticize.

As for Shang's son who is in the lead role, he is not under consideration. She feels that there is nothing wrong with her coquettish attitude.

At this time, Lu Li smiled and introduced, "This is Miss Qianrui."

"Mr. Pan went to Yuan Ankang." Naturally, Qian Rui would not neglect Pan Ming, smiling like a flower.

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Pan Ming returned the salute, then followed Lu Li's line of sight.

But dislike the color of fat and powder.

A woman feels that using makeup will lower her appearance. She has always looked up to the sky, either because she feels too good about herself, or because she is really beautiful.

It just so happens that Mrs. Guo has both.

Even Pan Ming saw too many classic beauties today, and the moment he saw each other, he still felt amazed.

But that's all.

"This is Mrs. Guo Guo."

"Madam Shangyuan Ankang." Pan Ming crossed his hands.

Introducing the female companion first, and then introducing the Yang family, was enough to explain Lu Li's attitude.

However, Mrs. Guo Guo expressed that she didn't care much, she was confident in her appearance, she smiled back and said softly, "Pan Yuanwai, Shangyuan Ankang."

"Lu Qing, if you go further, you will reach Wannian County. There are no less lanterns there than here, and they are even more spectacular."

"Then go and see, the good night is still long."

Lu Li responded casually.

When a group of people celebrated the festive season together, Li Bing, Shaoqing of Dali Temple, was thinking about countermeasures.

It has found out some clues about the death of the oiran that happened last night, and the murderer should be related to the Qianfu Temple in front of him.

During the day, it took its subordinates to visit Baotang Temple and Yanghua Temple. These two Buddhist temples located in Pingkangfang have been ruled out of suspicion.

First of all, the smell of sandalwood and sesame oil does not match the smell left on the letter; secondly, except for the fact that Yanghua Temple does not accept lodging by scholars, all the scholars who are temporarily residing in Baotang Temple are registered, and no one knows the oiran of Huang Liuniang’s family. bright moon.

After some investigations, the Qianfu Temple in Andingfang was finally locked——

The scent on the monks' body was exactly the same as the smell on the letter paper. If there was nothing strange in it, Li Bing would be the first to not believe it.

The most important thing is that it knows that prostitutes in Pingkangfang have the custom of going to Buddhist temples on the 8th, 18th, and 28th of each month to listen to nuns' lectures and storytelling, and specially sent someone to check which temples the two deceased had visited before their death. , Qianfu Temple is on the list!

"Shaoqing, do we really want to go in and get people? Qianfu Temple is not a small temple. In the past, people from the Pure Land Sect had a feeling of practicing the samadhi here, and it took three years to finally achieve the samadhi."

Yuan Zai is best at learning and memorizing, and he said like a few treasures: "During the period, there were many people with like-minded people from all over the world who came to vote. At the end of Kaiyuan, the eminent monk Chu Jin stayed in this temple. Today, Qianfu Temple has more than 10,000 believers and the incense is at its peak."

"If you go in and get someone rashly, I'm afraid it will backfire. It's better to discuss it another day."

The meaning in the words is that Qianfu Temple cannot be offended.

"Who said I'm going in to get someone?" A pair of cold vertical pupils stared at Yuan Zai, "Using the excuse of watching the lantern, let's investigate first."

"Your appearance, Shaoqing..." Yuan Zai hesitated.

"So I leave the investigation to you."

Yuan Zai wanted to make great contributions, but he never wanted to act alone, so he hurriedly asked, "What about you?"

Li Bing chuckled, and said as a matter of course: "Since Qianfu Temple is unusual and cannot be offended easily, then I will go and find the minister of the temple. It just so happens that there are lanterns in the Buddhist temple to reward."

"Why don't I go find..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "There are more than a million tourists on the streets of Chang'an tonight, can you find them?"

"cannot."

"Right now, there are only you and me. With my appearance, I would definitely startle the snake in the past. Who do you think is the best candidate?"

"I."

In a few words, Yuan Zai resigned to his fate, and only hoped that Lu Siqing would come over soon.

Almost at the same time.

Lu Xin, who was resting at a stall and eating Hoto soup, had a bad feeling in his heart, as if he was being watched by something.

"What's wrong?"

Next to him, Pan Ming stopped his chopsticks with a puzzled expression on his face.