Chapter 150 Story (2)

Xu Qi'an's mood changed from disappointment to excitement about the story a year ago. There is no doubt that Hengyuan's so-called story is mostly the story of Henghui and Princess Pingyang.

What happened to the two is the key to unraveling the Sangbo case. So far, the Yaozu has not shown up, only one Henghui made waves by relying on the sealed item, which makes people ponder, what exactly do the remnants of the Wanyao Kingdom want to do?

sabotage? So far, there is only one case of extermination in Pingyuanbo's mansion, which has a great impact, but the actual damage is not great. And Henghui can completely kill the Quartet recklessly and bring heavy casualties to the capital. But he didn't do that.

Sealed item? If the target was only a sealed item, then Henghui would have left the capital long ago.

"The case between Monk Henghui and the princess of Pingyang has already overwhelmed the case of Sangbo. I always feel that the people behind it are deliberately exposing Henghui to the sun."

Yang Yan tapped the tip of the gun lightly, and the air machine shredded the sleeves of Monk Hengyuan. A pair of muscular arms contained powerful strength, but they were by no means monsters. This ruled out the possibility of the severed hand being on him.

"Heng Hui is indeed dead. He died a year ago. The survivors are only walking corpses. He has been freed. This is not a conspiracy." Heng Yuan looked at his junior brother who was close at hand, and there seemed to be dark clouds gathering in his eyes .

In an instant, the clouds in Hengyuan's eyes collapsed, and the past poured down like a torrential rain.

Heng Hui was sent to Qinglong Temple by his parents when he was six years old. He was a child with aura in his eyes, and he was immediately spotted by the abbot, Panshu, as a disciple.

Henghui's enlightenment was completed under the seat of senior brother Heng Yuan. This burly senior brother with a bitter appearance and deep hatred taught him to read and write, taught him to meditate and chant scriptures, and at the same time taught him the principles of life.

He respects and loves this brother like a father.

Years passed in a blink of an eye, and the clever little monk grew into a handsome monk with delicate features. He originally thought that he would spend the fleeting years with the ancient Buddha's green lamp just like his master and senior brothers.

Until one day, he met a girl

It was a sunny spring day. He was washing clothes in the stream, and saw a handkerchief falling down the stream. He picked it up subconsciously, and a clear voice like an oriole came to his ears:

"Master, that is my handkerchief, can you return it to me?"

Heng Hui raised her eyes and saw a slim woman standing beside the bluestone upstream. She was wearing a lotus-colored long skirt and combed the long hair of a young girl who had never left the pavilion. Eye.

"The female benefactor is a pilgrim in the temple?"

"Why, I said I'm not a pilgrim, so you're not going to return my handkerchief." She pinched her waist, pretending to be coquettish.

"No, no, I just feel that the female benefactor is unfamiliar." He explained and offered the handkerchief with both hands.

"Hmph, you only know how to bow your head to do things and chant scriptures every day, and you don't see pilgrims in your eyes."

"How does the benefactor know?"

"Because I've been following you for a long time."

It was the first time they met on a bright spring afternoon with a gurgling stream.

The acquaintance and acquaintance of the two is a natural process.

When Heng Hui was meditating, the young girl was by her side, looking at the forbidden books in her boudoir to pass the time, or fanning her fan lightly, holding her chin, staring at Heng Hui's focused face in a daze.

Occasionally teases him with dogtail grass, so that he can't concentrate on meditation, which annoys Monk Jun very much. He said angrily, "If you do this again, the monk will be in retreat."

She always sticks out the tip of her tongue and doesn't apologize sincerely.

Sometimes they will go on a mountain tour together. The scenery of Baifeng Mountain is beautiful. When spring comes, the mountains and plains are full of flowers. She smiles in the bushes.

Gradually, rumors about the two of them spread among the monks in Qinglong Temple, saying that he was not clean, had broken the precept of sex, and was a lewd monk.

Master Panshu asked him three questions in front of the statue of Buddha: whether he is still devout to Buddha; whether he is interested in that woman; whether he wants to return to vulgarity.

He firmly said that he is still devout to the Buddha;

For this, the abbot has only one request: not to speak to her again.

As for why he stopped seeing her and didn't let her enter the temple, Henghui later found out that it wasn't that the abbot didn't want to, but that he couldn't do it.

She is the Princess of Pingyang, the daughter of King Yu.

From that day on, Heng Hui did not pay any attention to her, whenever she came, she would close her eyes and meditate, indifferent to her teasing and pranks.

She came every day full of expectations, but left disappointed and lonely.

"Monk, is this flower beautiful? It matches me very well."

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"Monk, how about I play the piano for you? I brought it from home specially."

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"Monk, I'm dizzy and uncomfortable, don't you care about me?"

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"Monk, do you have to stuff yourself into solitude?"

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She finally stopped coming, and she didn't set foot in Qinglong Temple for a month, completely withdrawing from his life, as if she never existed.

I can continue to accompany the Buddha, and I am relieved that no one disturbs him anymore. I feel that my sincerity has touched the Buddha.

One day, she came again, looking devastated, with a thin face and a haggard look.

"Monk, I'm getting married."

For some reason, the beads were scattered all over the place.

At that time, King Yu was at a critical moment, serving as Minister of the Ministry of War, and with the support of nobles, he was expected to enter the cabinet.

It is not uncommon for nobles and clans to serve as chief assistants in this dynasty. Throughout the 600-year history, there are five nobles who served as chief assistants.

For the weakening Xungui Group, Yuwang's rise gave them hope. Enveloping him to keep moving forward.

Yu Wang, who was on the cusp of the storm, made a marriage for Princess Pingyang, not only to find a good home for his daughter, but also to try to get more support through marriage.

"Monk, are you willing to elope with me?"

"good."

Heng Hui agreed, he finally saw his heart clearly, and chose to face the real self.

They began to plan for elopement. Princess Pingyang was accompanied by guards when she went in and out. If she disappeared for more than half an hour, the guards would search the mountains, and soon, the news would be sent back to Prince Yu's mansion.

Therefore, if they want to elope successfully, they need a magic weapon that can shield their breath, so as to hide from the raids of Si Tianjian warlocks.

Finally, a channel that can prepare them for new household registration and help them leave the boundaries of the capital is also needed.

For this reason, Princess Pingyang found a trustworthy friend, hoping that he could help him.

"It's Uncle Pingyuan's son, and that friend is Uncle Pingyuan's son?!" Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice, interrupting Hengyuan's story.

All of this suddenly became clear. Uncle Pingyuan controlled a Yazi organization, which was best at forging identities and smuggling immigrants. Bofu's methods are also reasonable.

King Yu once said that Uncle Ping Yuan flirted with Wen Chen, and drifted away from the Xungui Group. Uncle Ping Yuan definitely had the motive to assassinate Ping Yang.

This led to the later Pingyuan Bofu's extermination case, but I don't know what role the Ministry of War Shangshufu played in it. Xu Qi'an looked at No. 6 Hengyuan and said to himself, you just decided because you knew they had contact with the Yazi organization. Were they abducted?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he didn't dare to ask.

After listening to Xu Qi'an's words, several Jin Luo looked at Hengyuan questioningly.

"Yes," Heng Yuan nodded lightly: "Princess Pingyang, who is pure-minded, doesn't know the complexity of the court situation, let alone the viciousness of people's hearts. A girl who has not been deeply involved in the world, a monk who recites scriptures and Buddha, when they decide to From the moment of elopement, the tragic ending was already doomed."

"At that time, Uncle Pingyuan and the Xungui Group had long been in harmony. After he learned about this matter through his son, he immediately discussed with Zhang Feng, the Minister of the Ministry of War, and Sun Mingzhong, both of the Ministry of Households, and made a plan to send Princess Pingyang out of the capital. , thus defeating Yu Wang's scheme."

"Where is Princess Pingyang now?" Jiang Lvzhong said in a deep voice.

Heng Yuan didn't seem to hear it, and continued: "People's hearts are like snakes and scorpions. After sending people out of the capital, Uncle Ping Yuan's son-in-law, together with the sons of Sun Mingzhong and the Minister of the Ministry of War, Zhang Feng, wanted to meet him on the way. Princess Pingyang committed violence.

"The two resisted desperately. In the end, one was killed, and the other committed suicide by swallowing a hairpin. In order to cover up their crime, they buried the bodies of Princess Henghui and Pingyang in the barren hills, together with the magic weapon that shielded the breath.

"The outside world only knows that Princess Pingyang disappeared for no reason. Even if Qinglong Temple is found, they will only think that the two have eloped. Who would have thought that they died a year ago."

Princess Pingyang died. The golden gongs looked at each other silently, their faces terribly serious.

Princess Pingyang is the prostitute daughter of King Yu and the niece of Emperor Yuan Jing, killing the princess is a serious crime to exterminate the three clans.

Nangong Qianrou held the handle of the knife and squinted her eyes: "Since Henghui is dead, why did he appear here a year later?"

This is also the doubt in everyone's mind.

It is impossible for a person to be resurrected after dying like a lamp being extinguished.

"He's dead." Heng Yuan said something that everyone couldn't understand.

"He died a year ago, and his soul was sealed in his body by a secret method, turning him into an unconscious walking corpse. During this year, what supported him was vengeance. It was the bloody vengeance of Princess Pingyang.

"If you don't believe me, just take it back to the Yamen for inspection by Wu."

"Who saved him?" A golden gong asked.

Hengyuan shook his head.

That Jin Luo looked at Yang Yan and the others, and said, "Where is the body of Princess Pingyang? Take us there."

After a pause, he ordered the surrounding silver gongs: "Send Heng Hui's body back to the Yamen."

Several golden gongs escorted Heng Yuan out of the small courtyard, gave him a horse, and the group left the city in a mighty manner.

Xu Qi'an was riding on the horse, feeling a little heavy. He was speechless for a long time, and after a long time, he whispered: "Is that Hengyuan? Is it possible to be seized or controlled?"

The gray cat lying on his shoulder said lazily: "It's Hengyuan, heh, although I can't be hopeful, I still have my own means to tell the truth from the fake."

"Is Heng Hui really dead?" Xu Qi'an didn't quite believe it.

"His life or death is not the key to the case," the gray cat said in a low voice. "He is a puppet himself. With the magic hand gone, his life and death are no longer important to the people behind the scenes. You should be happy that the case is solved better than the case." It's easier than you think."

"I really can't be happy, Princess Henghui and Pingyang are poor people." Xu Qi'an twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile without a smile on his face.

He sighed and changed the subject: "There is a problem with Heng Hui's case, it seems that someone behind the scenes deliberately pushed it to the front."

At the junction of Taikang County and Changle County, in a certain barren hill, Hengyuan trekked and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

The process was inefficient and slow. He told the golden gongs that Henghui only told him the general location, telling him that Princess Pingyang was buried at the root of an old locust tree surrounded by three people.

The gold and silver gongs spread out around Hengyuan, guarding him in the center to prevent him from escaping.

Half an hour later, they found the old locust tree. Three silver gongs cut down the bushes and weeds under the locust tree, and used their sabers as shovels. After digging for a while, the black soil revealed bones.

"My lord, I found it." Yin Luo shouted back excitedly.

"Dig it out!" Nangong Qianrou said in a deep voice.

The bones of Princess Pingyang were gradually exposed to everyone's eyes. After more than a year, she finally reappeared.

The flesh and blood have rotted away, leaving only a white bone with tattered cloth strips, which should be the clothes worn before death. In addition, a gold hairpin with a dull color was found between the throat and the chest and abdomen of the corpse.

As Hengyuan said, she committed suicide by swallowing a hairpin.

"Amitabha." Heng Yuan couldn't bear to look any more, closed his eyes, and recited the Buddha's name in pain.

"Without other things, there is no way to prove that this corpse must belong to Princess Pingyang." Jiang Lvzhong frowned.

"It's normal." While the golden gongs were pondering, Xu Qi'an walked under the locust tree and said, "Princess Pingyang elopes with her lover, so she must disguise herself, and she won't bring any valuables on her body to draw attention from others.

"Burn the body first, bring it back to the yamen, and then send someone to inform Prince Yu's residence, Prince Yu may recognize this gold hairpin."

After the bones were buried, everyone walked towards the outside of the mountain. Jiang Luzhong patted Xu Qi'an on the shoulder: "Good job."

Yang Yan, who doesn't like to talk, nodded slightly, and said unprecedentedly: "You are the first to make the case. Even if the Sangbo case is not found out in the end, His Majesty will most likely absolve you of the crime."

Xu Qi'an was about to speak when he felt as if a knife had been cut across his back.

He didn't need to turn his head to know that the sharp gaze came from Zhu Jinluo.

PS: I can finish the Sangbo case today, huh, I feel relieved.

Guys, remember to help me find the typo. I continue to explode the second chapter of Liver Code.