A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 1 First Entry to Beijing

In April, it is warm and humid, and the wind blows Buddha, and the graceful willow branches and flowers bloom everywhere.

Yeats was wearing a clean gray cotton cross-collar gown with the same color cut-off head and carrying a gift bag on his way.

The sun is shining everywhere, and there are tea houses, taverns, pawnshops and workshops on both sides of the street, and there are small vendors with big umbrellas in the open space.The street extends to the east and west sides, and there are constant pedestrians: some are carrying burdens on the road, some are driving ox carts to deliver goods, and some are driving donkeys to pull trucks, bustling and noisy.

"Get out of the way... get out of the way..."

"Get out of the way... get out of the way..."

Yeats was hit by the crowd and almost fell down, he stabilized his body and hurriedly avoided to see what happened.

Dozens of steps away, the crowd was crowded, shouting loudly, panicked and panicked, and when they saw the yamen messenger arriving, they all consciously stepped out of the way.

"Where is the dead man?" Teng Chong put his hands on his waist and put away his sword, looking for the master, with a serious face on his face.

Hearing the dead man, Yeats unconsciously pushed towards the crowd.

The small owner of the restaurant had long been paralyzed at the door in fright. Seeing Teng Butou get up naked and hide behind him, he pointed at his slop bucket tremblingly: "It's just... right there..."

In April, the temperature rose, and a male corpse was curled up in the sour slop bucket, his face floating in the dirty and swishing swill, his bloody head facing the broad daylight.

The onlookers were obviously terrified to death, but they couldn't resist their curiosity, and even interjected: "It must be murder for money."

"Yes, the boss killed people for the greedy money..."

……

After murdering for money, he still dares to dump the corpse as slop, even if the little boss loses his mind, he won't be so mad!Yeats heard the audience chatter, and quietly gathered around the slop bucket.

"What's going on?" Teng Bu turned his head, his face looked like you would kill someone.

The little boss was so frightened that he peed on his pants, and waved his hands, "Teng Butou, it's not me, it's really not me..."

When someone died early in the morning, Teng Chong was very impatient: "Tie him up for me."

"Little...you are wronged...you really don't know what's going on." The little boss was so frightened that he kowtowed, his forehead was bleeding.

The little guy hurriedly came to Teng Chong: "Back... Back to Teng Butou, the boss and I opened the door to wash the pots and stoves, tidy up the tables and stools as usual, and when it was almost done, and the slop truckers arrived, we took out the swill and poured it out to them. Then... I thought, a dead person would come out as soon as the lid was opened..."

How unlucky!
Teng Chong covered his nose and asked his subordinates to turn the dead man over. Before he could take a closer look, someone exclaimed, "Okay...it seems to be Zhang Carpenter in the back alley..."

Someone immediately agreed, "It's really Zhang Carpenter..."

Teng Chong also recognized the deceased. He was a resident of the neighborhood he was in charge of. He knew him well and was an honest man with good craftsmanship.

Skillful and honest, how could he be killed?

Who killed it, and why did it appear in the slop bucket of a small restaurant?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Teng Chong took his face into consideration and resisted the desire to vomit, but the two little policemen who turned over the dead body just now lost their concentration, squatted aside, and vomited loudly, causing some people in the crowd to vomit.

The scene got out of control for a while.

For the sake of face and calming people's hearts, Teng Chong once again held his nose and leaned in front of the swill bucket. Although the body was soaked in the sour swill, it was only half of the bucket after all, and the person was not completely submerged.

He turned around and asked, "Did you call Zuo Zuo?"

The two little policemen who vomited just now said with a mouth full of smell, "Not so fast."

Also.

Teng Chong had no choice but to report, "Hurry up and report." He asked people to pack up the evidence of the body, and at the same time asked people to tie up the owner of the restaurant and his staff, and prepared to take them into Dali Temple together.

Suddenly, someone came close to him.

Just when Teng Chong was about to get angry, he saw that the other party was a delicate and delicate scholar, so he unconsciously put on a gentle attitude: "What's the matter?"

Yeats glanced at the corpse in the slop bucket and winked quietly at Teng Chong.

In an instant, Teng Chong's goosebumps arose. This frail scholar's mother was chirping about "the wind of broken sleeves", why is this look so charming!

His whole body is not well, and he said harshly: "Fart if you have to!" I don't know you well.

Uh... for a moment, Yeats really didn't want to meddle in other people's business, as if he couldn't get rid of his conscience... well, it might be out of habit.

She opened her mouth: "This is the scene of the crime, the murder weapon... the traces of the fight..." reminded the past one by one.

Niangji is not only not afraid, but also understands criminals?

As soon as Teng Chong's brain became hot, he opened his mouth and asked, "Can we find the murder weapon here?" He was going to take the restaurant owner and his staff back for interrogation, and pry the murder weapon from their mouths.

How do you know you can't find it if you don't look for it?Yeats almost yelled, how did you become a captor.

Yeats really wronged Teng Butou.

In the feudal society, the main function of the head catcher was that whenever there was an emergency, such as a theft or a robber came and robbed, the head catcher would be ordered to take the yamen out to suppress the prisoner.

As for the investigation?He's really not that good at it, it's Dali Temple's business, he's just arresting the head, so he can't control it that much.

The sun was slowly rising and it was hot.

Teng Chong became impatient again, and was about to wave his hand to tell Niangji what to do.

Yeats couldn't see his attitude, so he sighed helplessly, "Why don't you go in and look for it while you're waiting for me to do it, maybe you will find it?" As he spoke, he walked into the restaurant.

Why did you still go in?Subconsciously, Teng Chong followed Yeats into the small restaurant, from the main hall to the back kitchen, and from the back kitchen to the firewood room. The messy firewood, the crumbling walls, and blood sprayed everywhere.

The owner of the restaurant and the boy yelled, "We haven't come in here yet..."

Teng Chong cursed: "Did I let Lao Tzu give you time to destroy the corpse?"

"No...not..." The two were incoherent in fright.

This head-hunting is quite interesting.

Yeats smiled to himself, walked around three times among the firewood and came out, went to the corner of the backyard where the slop bucket was placed, searched around again, and found a chopping knife from the pile of chicken and duck feathers that had been slaughtered.

"That's it." She said to Teng Chong.

"..." Teng Chong was stunned. The prisoner hadn't been tried yet, so the murder weapon was found?
Yeats walked along the messy backyard wall twice, and finally stopped, looking at a crooked elm tree outside the wall, motionless.

Before Teng Chong could close his surprised mouth just now, he heard that the frail scholar seemed to be reading from heaven.

"The killer is a male, aged between twenty and thirty, of medium build, neither skinny nor fat. He knows the shop on the left. He may be a friend or a relative."

"Ah..." The crowd who came in exclaimed, and they all looked at one of the middle-aged men, "Master Li..."

Shopkeeper Li jumped his feet angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, don't talk nonsense..."

Yeats looked away from the elm tree, pointed to a man beside him, and said, "Teng Butou, it's him."

Before people could react, the young men who were watching the fun beside shopkeeper Li suddenly started running, jumped, and were about to jump over the back wall and escape.

Now Yeats should not wonder how Teng Butou climbed up to the position of Butou. Just as the murderer was running away quickly, he also moved like a rabbit, and raised his scabbard to hit the murderer's kneecap.

"Bang" a short muffled sound, the murderer fell down, Teng catcher grabbed him with a backhand, and the arresters behind followed him to restrain him, the murderer couldn't move anymore.

Yeats exhaled lightly.

The eyes are short-circuited with the murderer, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core.

The murderer's high head was knocked flat by Teng Butou with a scabbard, "Young lady, where did you come from? Why doesn't I know you?"

The killer didn't answer at all.

Yeats looked at Shopkeeper Li.

He was so frightened, he crawled up to Teng Baotou, "He's here as a pawn. Last night, I drank some wine with the younger one. The younger one got drunk. The younger one doesn't know anything. Really, I don't know anything."

"I tied them all up together."

Teng Butou issued orders to arrest the prisoners and escort the relevant personnel. Yeats quietly walked out of the crowd, straightened his clothes, and smiled.

The humble son is also bookish.

"God, is it a miracle to catch the murderer after just a few glances?"

"It is estimated that the great god is on him..."

……

Behind him, people chattered endlessly, and Yeats disappeared from the sight of the curious crowd in a short while.

God, really is God!She talked a lot about the good young people in the four beauties society, and they actually wore one foot to a dynasty that did not exist in history. Maybe it was not history, but ordinary space, but no matter what, she became an ancient person wearing long gowns.

This ancient man came from a poor and backward town in Jiangzhou, brought special products from his hometown to the prosperous capital, and carried the token of the person saved by Father Ye to seek a way to survive.

Today is a happy and happy day. The Princess Mansion has been busy early in the morning. The Princess Fuma is celebrating with the son who was transferred from the deputy commander of the palace (Zheng Sipin) to Dali Temple to serve as Shaoqing (Zong Sanpin).

"Where is Ziqian, why haven't I seen anyone?"

Princess Ning'an found it strange that her son hadn't come to greet her early in the morning, so she asked her servants.

Fu Ma Ye next to him smiled and said, "I guess I went out for a horse race."

He was promoted from the third rank to the Shaoqing of Dali Temple at a young age, how could he not ride his horse and roam about life.

"This child!" Although Princess Ning An was dissatisfied, she exuded the pride and glory of being a mother.

The husband and wife were in a happy mood, and they were talking about the matter of today's banquet.

The lady at the door reported something, and the eldest girl led him to Mr. Fu Ma.

"What's the matter?" Fuma asked.

The mother-in-law looked at the princess cautiously.

Ning An knew what was wrong at a glance, and his joyful face immediately turned cold.

Master Fu Ma reprimanded at the first sight: "It's okay to step back."

"Yes, yes..." The mother-in-law backed away and glanced at Mr. Fu Ma again.

Master Fu Ma asked bravely, "What's the matter with hesitating?"

"Return...Return to Mr. Ma, a son who claims to be your savior came outside the door and asked to see him?"

It turned out that it wasn't the troubles of the Pei family's side branch, Fu Ma immediately smiled at the princess's wife, "Your husband's savior..."

Princess Ning An sneered, "Then there are so many lifesavers here?" If it wasn't for today's celebration, she would have thrown up her sleeves and left.

Master Fu Ma immediately asked his mother-in-law, "What's your name?"

"Returning to Mr. Ma, he said his surname is Ye, his father's name is Ye Dahe, and his name is Ye Zhi."

Master Fu Ma thought for a while before saying, "Oh, it turned out that he was the lifesaver when he went back to his hometown to worship his ancestors and encountered robbers last autumn."

The man said this, and the princess looked much better, "Give me some money and send her away."

The mother-in-law looked at the princess and his wife and did not leave.

Master Fu Ma frowned, "Didn't you hear what the princess said?"

The mother-in-law replied tremblingly again: "The surname Ye said that he would return the token that Master Ma gave to his father with his own hands."

Then ask for more than money.

The princess and Fuma looked at each other.

(End of this chapter)