A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Pei Jingning could be in the southernmost section of the Duke and County Prince, or he could be in the Sixth Department of Jiuqing. He had real power. He was both the emperor's nephew and a popular person in front of the emperor. If he was willing to go sideways, no one would dare to control him.

The accident took place on the edge of a hill where the county king level meets the six departments of Jiuqing. A three or four-year-old boy was lying in a pool of blood. Next to him, an old and a young woman were kneeling and crying bitterly. The young woman even Even if you take a breath, you may cry bitterly without being able to come back.

"My direct grandson, my grandma's darling, you just left my grandma for a while, and why did you end up like this... Oh my god, how can you let my grandma live..."

Beside, an old man was being supported by someone. He was so sad that he almost fainted. He could not bear the pain of losing his grandson.

A young man scolded the maid and the male servant with a fierce look on his face, waving his arms and gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to eat people, "Every bitch, you've gone wild, haven't you? Someone actually killed Qier." , we want you all to be buried together..."

The boy was discovered by Teng Qi, who was playing the role of an officer and catching bandits. He was so scared that he was hiding in his father's arms and did not dare to move. Several other children who were found with him were also hiding in their parents' arms and were so scared that they cried stupidly.

When Teng Chong saw Pei Jingning and Yeats coming, he quickly came forward with his child in his arms and was about to put the child down to salute, but Pei Jingning stopped him, "Have you reported to Mr. Lu Temple Prime Minister?"

"I asked Uncle Qin to go."

Yang Fuquan had already stood behind Yeats.

The lots are divided for adults, but the children are running around mischievously. The class boundaries are not so clear. Teng Qi ran to the south and took a closer look. The children are still children after all, let alone the second and third miles. If left unchecked, they would probably be able to run five to six miles.

When the old man saw Pei Jingning, he rushed over excitedly, "Zi Qian... Zi Qian, you have to avenge Qier's blood. Hurry up and help your uncle find the murderer. I will cut him into pieces." "

The Wei Dynasty has been established for more than 100 years, and the royal heirs have continued to spread. Until now, there are thousands of large and small clans.

The old man in front of him who claimed to be Pei Ziqian's uncle was the king of Wuping County, a branch of the Zhao clan. His grandfather was the great-grandfather of the current Emperor Longqi, which meant that three or four generations ago, they were a direct family. After three or four generations, they could only It's called a clan.

The victim was his grandson-Zhao Qi.The same name as Teng Chong's son, qi, has the same pronunciation but different words.

Did Zhao Qi lead Teng Qi to find him somewhere?Otherwise, such a hidden hill would have been impossible to find for a while if the children hadn't played hide-and-seek.

Pei Jingning comforted her uncle and then looked at Yeats.

Yeats looked at the women squatting beside the boy and said, "Please give way first."

Pei Jingning looked at the young man, "Prince Ping——"

Prince Ping stepped forward with a sullen expression and bowed. He immediately turned around and walked to his mother to pull her up. He then yelled at the woman who was still crying and out of breath, "What are you doing here? Hurry up." go away……"

"..." Everyone.

The young woman was so sad that she almost fainted. This man not only refused to comfort her, but also yelled in front of such a person. Yeats shook his head secretly and thought to himself, never marry such a scumbag.

She walked to the woman's side and knelt down, "Madam, my condolences." After saying that, she and her girl half-hugged him and moved him to the side, but the woman clung to the grass roots on the ground and refused to leave her son.

Yeats knew that the woman was heartbroken, but without careful investigation, how could he catch the murderer and avenge the child.

"Madam... I know you are sad... but now is the best time to find evidence and catch the murderer. If you delay the time and let the traces left by the murderer disappear, wouldn't it make your son's death even more unjust? "

The woman couldn't even breathe, so Yeats stretched out his hand and pinched her. He moved her to the side again with the girl, and this time the woman's hand loosened her grip.

Yeats sighed secretly and nodded to her, rest assured, I will help you find the murderer.

She squatted in front of the dead boy. The little boy's face was purple, his neck was bruised, and his robe was scratched all over. When he opened the slit, his fair and tender body was covered with scratches, some of which were even deep. , the internal organs were probably scratched, so there was a lot of blood on the ground.It can be seen that the murderer was very cruel to a four-year-old boy. The little body was bruised and bruised. Yeats reached out and gently pulled out the skin from the wound. This force...

Just after Yeats examined the boy from head to toe, Master Yan arrived. He brought his own guys and Yeats' tools.

"My lord..." Yeats stood up and saluted.

Yan Wuzuo asked as he walked through, "How was your survey?"

Yeats said, "The child died about half an hour ago. He had multiple stab wounds on his body, but the fatal factor was probably strangulation of the neck and suffocation."

Yan Zuozuo put on his work clothes, squatted down, and when he reached his neck, he looked at Yeats in surprise, "This strength..."

The two of them exchanged glances in the air.

Yeats nodded, agreeing with his conjecture.

Yan Wuzuo looked shocked and looked towards Prince Wuping and his family.

Prince Wu Ping's family was sad and frightened. Seeing Wu Zuo's expression, they even forgot about their sadness.

Prince Wu Ping asked directly, "What's going on?"

The young woman was so shocked that she stopped crying.

Teng Chong put down his son and couldn't help walking to Ye Zhi's side, "Master Ye, what's wrong?"

Yeats took a deep breath: "The murderer of this four-year-old child is also a child."

"What?" Everyone looked at Teng Chong's son Teng Qi.

The child's eyes were so frightened that he immediately got into his father's arms, "I didn't...it wasn't me...I just ran here to catch the bandits..."

Teng Chong looked serious, "I guarantee with my life that my son will never kill anyone."

Yeats stood up and said, "Although the murderer of the child is also a child, I am definitely not the son of Captain Teng. This murderer should be a young lady, between the ages of nine and 11. She may have done manual labor, but she is not Like a girl, she may be often abused at home..."

"Abused?" Wu Pingjun asked in disbelief, "Why, why are you telling stories? Don't talk nonsense here..."

Yan Zuozuo stood up, "Your Majesty, Mr. Ye never talks nonsense, and we have evidence when we say the murderer is a young lady. Look..." He pointed at the boy's neck, "Such strength is only available to children. If If you don’t believe it, we can give it a try…”

Everyone looked at Pei Jingning.

Pei Jingning walked to the boy's side, looked at the tattered robe, and then looked at Yeats, asking, is the murderer you mentioned present?

Yeats looked at the crowd of people watching behind him, "Sir, can you gather all the people who are coming for the outing here?"

Pei Jingning understood that the murderer might not be among these people.

The Prince Wu Ping's family also understood. The boy's mother suddenly stood up and looked around, "Where is that little bitch?"