A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 17
When the letter was sent to Taiping Town, Jiangzhou, Ye Dahe knelt in front of his ancestor's grave and wept bitterly, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle, you have not passed on the wrong heir, my son Yezhi has become an official, the seventh rank, the seventh rank... This is the highest ranking official in the history of the old Ye family! I, Ye Dahe, have made it through, and finally made it..."

The Ye family went to Beijing overnight.

What did this kid Yeats tell Pei Shizi? Teng Chong has been itching to be promoted to four ranks and become a seven-rank judge, and finally caught the opportunity.

"What method did you use to get Xue Qiaoniang to confess the murder weapon and the bloody clothes?"

"Dali Temple has many ways to make the suspect confess the murder weapon and confess his crime in blood."

"No, no, don't fool me, it's definitely not the result of the torture." Teng Chong didn't believe it, "We know each other so well, just tell me, I'm sure I won't."

In the palace, Emperor Longqi's face was gloomy, "A small silversmith actually melted tens of thousands of silver, not only that, tens of thousands of taels of silver went missing."

Pei Jingning bowed his head, "It's my servant's carelessness."

Seeing his nephew blaming himself, Emperor Longqi raised his hand, "It's not your fault, did you give the surname Ye to the other party..."

Pei Jingning cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, since Yeats can report everything he found to his ministers, he must not dare to play tricks."

"You really trust him." Emperor Longqi was noncommittal, "Has his identity and background been checked?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, he is the son of an ordinary and lowly hereditary official."

Emperor Longqi narrowed his eyes, "As for the matter of Yin Zi's trace, if the person surnamed Ye is not tight-lipped..."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, if there is any leak, I will be the first to let him go."

"You better do what you say."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

It doesn't matter to Yeats to go straight to the fourth level and become a seventh-rank judge, but to be able to investigate cases and enter the career he loves, for Yeats, there is nothing better than this.

Sitting on the second floor of the bookstore, she read the books for an entire afternoon. Seeing that the agreed time was up, she got up and went downstairs.

A young man came out of another private room and walked to the stairs with him.

Yeats was habitually courteous, and took a step back, but the other party also gave in.

The two looked at each other and smiled at each other.

"My lord, please—"

"I'm not in a hurry, my lord, please—" Others were polite, and Yeats was even more polite.

Yeats was wearing ordinary fine cotton. On the one hand, he really couldn't afford expensive clothes, and on the other hand, ordinary silk and satin were airtight and easy to wrinkle, so they were not as comfortable as fine cotton.

He was dressed in a light gray round-neck gown, with a dark gray belt with a rolling edge, and an indigo hydrangea purse hung around his waist. He was thin and tall, like a frail scholar who had just come out of the Imperial College.

Hearing Yeats' words, the young nobleman smiled heartily, "Your honor is too polite."

The young gentleman wears cotton-woven robes with exquisite workmanship. The edge of the baoxiang pattern is inlaid with delicate gold brocade borders. He has black hair and jade hairpins. His eyebrows are drawn into the temples. Under the eyebrows, there are a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. The eyeballs are amber and the tails of the eyes are raised.

The son of the emperor, there are as many dignitaries as a cow's hair.

Yeats didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he smiled lightly and remained humble.

Seeing this, the young master stopped being humble and walked down the stairs.

Yeats didn't go downstairs until he was blocked by the corner of the stairs.

When he was on duty at Dali Temple, Yeats set up a means of transportation and bought a small donkey, equivalent to the bicycle of later generations. When the doorman saw him coming out, he quickly loosened the rope and brought the donkey over.

In the horse workshop not far from the book shop, Zhao Bai, the prince of Shunyang who had just come down the stairs, pointed to a corner of the curtain and was watching with relish the hands and feet of the thin boy, who was climbing up the little donkey.

That monkey is quite interesting.

"My lord, our people checked it out. Before he entered Dali Temple, this kid was average and strange. He didn't have any signs of investigation."

The sky was getting dark, and the time spent in the bookstore was too long. Yeats climbed onto the little donkey, pulled up the reins, and hurried to Songji Restaurant.

Zhao Bai rubbed his clean chin, "Cicadas lie dormant in the ground, and when the time is ripe, they break out of the ground, who doesn't know you?"

The nurses around him laughed and said, "What the Master said is true."

When they arrived at Song Ji, Teng Chong arrived with all his brothers, except Yeats.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She bowed her hands to everyone, and said with a hearty smile, "I'll punish myself three times."

He was directly promoted to the seventh rank of Dali Temple, and Yeats treated him.

After drinking three cups, Ye Zhi said with a smile: "Thank you for your help some time ago, Ye has the opportunity to work in the council, everyone's kindness, Ye will always remember it in his heart." He bowed to everyone to show his gratitude.

"Where is that..." Teng Butou returned with a smile and said, "Ye Pingshi is too polite, so we brothers will not be polite and let us eat and drink!"

"It should be...it should be..." Yeats hurriedly greeted everyone to eat and drink.

Yeats noticed that there was a strange man sitting on the table, dressed as if he was a son of an aristocratic family.

This was Yeats' dinner to express his gratitude. It is impossible for Teng Chong not to know what the meal meant, so why did he bring a stranger here?

The boy from the foreign family has been sitting indifferently, occasionally moving his chopsticks and sipping a small drink.

When the meal was half full, Teng Chong made eye contact with the young son of the aristocratic family. He held the wine glass and smiled, "Let me introduce to Ye Pingshi, this is Mr. Jiang, the son of Marquis of Changyu—"

Yeats put down his wine glass and cupped his hands with a smile, "Jiang Shizi——"

Jiang Botao obviously didn't pay attention to this bean sprouts. If he hadn't played well with Teng Chong when he was young, he wouldn't have given Teng Chong face to ask such a small person to investigate his cousin's case.

Jiang Shizi held his posture, but Teng Chong didn't seem to notice, he enthusiastically asked Yeats for help, "His cousin died really badly, please Ye Pingshi help find the murderer."

Yeats raised his eyebrows calmly, the other side had such a high profile, if it weren't for Teng Chong, he might not have the opportunity to sit at the table to discuss the case.

For being able to enter Dali Temple, Yeats was grateful to Butou Teng. Even though the other party did not believe her, she still asked about the case with a smile on her face.

Jiang Shizi's cousin died in another courtyard. When he was found lying on the table, his neck was cut in half, his chest, back, and chest were stabbed several times, and a front tooth was knocked out.

One of the police officers said, "It's another missing front tooth case!"

Yeats frowned.

Teng Chong hurriedly said, "In the past three years, there have been five cases of front teeth cases in the Gyeonggi area, and Jiang Shizi's cousin is the fifth case."

"How is Dali Temple qualitative?"

"The case that happened last winter has not been investigated for more than half a year. I am afraid it will be another unsolved case."

Ye Zhi frowned slightly, thinking about the case.

Teng Chong asked, "Should I look at the files, or go to the scene of the crime?"

Ye Zhi glanced at Jiang Shizi, smiled at Teng Chong, "Don't worry, come, let's eat first."

Jiang Botao wrinkled his forehead, and he knew that this skinny guy was unreliable, anyway, he just came and sat down for Teng Chong's sake.

Standing up, "Tonight's meal will be charged to my account." After finishing speaking, he left.

"Hey... hey..." Teng Chong didn't stop him.

Yeats shrugged.

Teng Chong's subordinate - Zhang Jin asked, "Brother, is this case still under investigation?"

Teng Chong smiled awkwardly, "Brother Ye, look..."

"Eat first." Yeats picked up the chopsticks and refused to eat for nothing.

"That's right... let's eat first."

(End of this chapter)