A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Qin Dachuan replied in a low voice, "All year round, most of the time, he paints and chats with literati, and the paintings and characters he makes are also bought by people, but because the people he makes friends with are not well-known, they are all bought by small businessmen. It’s only a few dozen taels, and the maximum will not exceed a hundred taels, but this kind of situation is not frequent, and sometimes it can’t be opened for a month, which doesn’t match the cost of entertaining guests with good wine and good food every day.”

thin face...not thin...

But at this moment, this man is too close to her criminal profile, wandering unrestrainedly in top brothels, spending a lot of money to buy antiques and cultural relics, giving love to beauties, throwing money to poetry and distant places, isn't this what thousands of men want to live? What does it look like?

It is said that he is a descendant of the Langya clan, so far, there is no research to prove that he is a descendant of Langya.So where does his money come from?

What if... he also lost weight like modern people?

What if he loses weight every time he goes out for errands?Yeats couldn't get rid of this idea ever since it came to his mind.

In the hustle and bustle, Yeats suddenly said to Qin Dachuan and others, "Let's go, let's go back."

Qin Dachuan glanced at the stage, and asked: Isn't this person?
"Go back and talk."

Yeats led a few people out of the auction hall along the small side door, and they arrived at the door, waiting for the plum garden attendants to bring their horses over.Ma didn't wait, but Yu Qingzhi who was supposed to be in the prison.

In the cold and windy night, the red lanterns hung high at the gate of the plum garden, looking like a paradise on earth.

In winter, Yu Qingzhi was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, floating in front of Yeats and the others like a son.

He smiled before saying anything, and politely cupped his hands: "Master Ye, please come here without any problems."

Ye Zhi looked at the Plum Garden Villa behind her, and cast her beautiful Danfeng eyes at him, "It's as long as Mr. Yu is happy." After speaking, he took two steps forward and ignored him.

Yu Qingzhi's face was gloomy, he put down his hands, and smiled, "Master Ye is not curious about how I got out of the prison?"

Yeats looked coldly at the side of the road.

"Or... Pei Ziqian has already told you?"

Does Pei Shaoqing know?Yeats couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

Yu Qingzhi instantly understood that Pei Ziqian hadn't told her, and he smiled proudly, "I thought Mrs. Pei would be dazzled by beauty, but I didn't expect that beauty is beauty, and business is business..."

Yeats frowned upon hearing this.

Yu Qingzhi was even more proud. If it wasn't for the fact that Da Dong didn't have a folding fan in his hand, he might be able to swing the fan into the sky with madness.

Yeats' expression turned calm, and he became calm in an instant.

Yu Qingzhi shook his head with a look of salty radish and worried, "What do you think will happen if the Holy Majesty knows about the hen sitting in the morning in Dali Temple?"

This sentence hit Yeats' hidden worries in her heart. There were no female officials in the outer court of the Great Wei Dynasty, and law enforcement agencies like Dali Temple would not recruit women. She pursed her lips subconsciously.

After poking Yeats seven inches away, Yu Qingzhi was in a good mood, and it was a pity that he was pretending, "I heard that Lord Ye just caught the murderous maniac. It's amazing. It's a pity that there were no women in the Wei Dynasty to handle the case. This time I returned to the capital. I'm afraid..."

In the cold wind, Yeats' face was pale, and he looked weak, pitiful and helpless.

Seeing Teng Chong's anger rose from his heart, and he drew his knife to kill people.

In a blink of an eye, Yu Qingzhi's guards jumped forward to block the angry Teng Chong, and they were about to fight.

Yeats stretched out his hand to hold Teng Chong, "Brother Teng, it's not worth it for such a person."

As a civil servant, this knife can't be pulled out casually. If something goes wrong, the dismissal is a small thing. I'm afraid it will hurt the family. Tengchong refused to give up. Yeats shook his head at him, telling him to hold back.

"Oh!" Teng Chong sighed angrily and stood aside.

Yeats said coldly: "Young Master Yu should take care of himself, don't fall into my hands again one day, it's hard to say whether he can come out of the prison again."

Sure enough, she was not an ordinary little lady, but she was still in the mood to care about him, he laughed a few times, "Then let's see!" After speaking, he flung his sleeves and walked away triumphantly.

Teng Chong couldn't help but pooh, "What..."

He is indeed a bitch, even a capital crime can beat his cousin, there is nothing he can't do.Thinking about it, what is he doing in Yangzhou this time, it can't be arty, what could it be?
Pei Jingning sat in front of Lu Zhijin in the prison of Yangzhou government office, "Where is the other 1000 million taels of silver?"

Lu Zhizhou hung his hands, his body was beaten to pieces, as if he didn't hear Pei Jingning's question.

The guard in charge of the execution next to Pei Jingning - Gao Shan, picked up the whip and whipped him hard.

Lu Zhizhou's face was contorted from the slap, and he slowly raised his head, "You have searched everything inside and out, so there is no such thing as 1000 million taels."

Pei Jingning sneered, "Lord Lu, the ten-year-old magistrate has a hundred thousand snowflakes, and you are staying in Yangzhou, which is rich and prosperous in the world. The canal alone earns more than one million taels a year. You have lived here for ten years. Year."

"You said that there are a million taels a year, but ten years is not 1000 million taels. You have already copied them. How can there be 1000 million taels?"

The night is like ink, and the oil lamp is shaking.

The interrogation room of the Yamen Prison in Yangzhou is dark, dirty and silent. There are only two kinds of people who can enter here, one is the criminals who behave like ants, and the other is the power holder who controls life and death.

Pei Jingning touched his smooth chin with his slender fingers, stared at Lu Zhizhou for a long time, then suddenly smiled, "Lu Zhijin, don't you know who I was before I entered Dali Temple?"

After being reminded, Lu Zhizhou still pretended to be stupid, "The deputy head of the imperial court, but what does this have to do with me?"

Pei Jingning was really annoyed and laughed: "Then who else is the officer and soldier who raided your Lu's mansion, you must know!"

Of course Lu Zhizhou knew, - the emperor's imperial camp, that's why he... subconsciously pursed his pale lips when he thought of this.

Pei Jingning snorted lightly: "As long as you hide ten taels at home, you must also have the habit of hiding twelve taels somewhere outside. Do you think no one knows?"

"..." Lu Zhizhou's face turned pale.

Pei Jingning was not at all surprised by his drastic change of expression, "Tell me where the other 1000 million taels of silver is hidden, and it will protect your Lu family's female family members and the youngest boy from death."

This is to assure him that he can leave a bloodline for the Lu family.

Lu Zhizhou looked straight at Pei Jingning, as if seeing something through Pei Jingning, "I..." In his panic, just as he opened his mouth, a dark needle pierced through his throat.

In a blink of an eye, the former magistrate of Yangzhou lost his breath.

Mo Song and Gao Shan chased him out at lightning speed. In the corridor, a young male prison guard fell to the ground, bleeding from his orifices. They continued chasing until they got out of the prison, but they never caught up with the shadow again.

Pei Jingning stood at the exit of the prison.

"My lord, the younger one didn't catch up, so he is willing to accept the punishment." Mo Song knelt down on one knee.

Pei Jingning looked into the vast night, who cut off the 1000 million taels?