A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Yeats sighed and continued, "Probably because he stayed with his grandmother who worshiped Buddha all year round. At the age of four, he was kind and cute and loved by everyone. The weather was fine today, so he went out to fly kites with his concubines and concubines at home. In the eyes of his grandparents and elders, My baby is always surrounded by relatives and servants. Logically speaking, it is impossible for the bad guys to get their hands on it..."

Yes, except for worshiping Buddha in the Buddhist hall and sleeping at night, the old lady of Wuping County Prince had a good look at her the rest of the time. Zhao Qi was right under her nose and never left her sight.

The old lady of Wuping County Prince was being held up by two servants before she could barely stand. "It's all my fault. Just now, the Princess of Zhongshan County came over to talk to me about the Diamond Sutra. Qi'er wanted to go out to play, so I agreed. Unexpectedly..." the old lady howled again. Cry loudly.

The princess of Zhongshan County felt guilty and quickly came over to apologize, "I'm sorry, sister, it's my fault..."

"You and I……"

They are all people who worship Buddha, and they can't even utter vicious accusations. What else can the old lady of Wuping County say besides crying?

Yeats walked up to Wu Niang and said, "A few concubine sisters took Zhao Qi out to play, but you didn't follow, right..."

Wu Niang quickly raised her head in panic, then lowered her head, but did not respond to Yeats's words.

Mrs. Prince Wang of Wuping County was so anxious that she rushed over, "You bitch, you must be hiding behind this big rock and just waiting for Qi'er to come over, so you raise your knife and kill him."

The little lady was so frightened that she shivered and was too frightened to reply.

Yan Wuzuo said seriously, "Madam, the child was strangled to death. It may have been a belt or a sweat towel that strangled him. No such thing was found at the scene. Agents Teng and Zhang have already gone to search."

At this time, everyone discovered that Teng and Zhang were no longer around Ye Pingshi, the young pretty boy.

Belt...sweat towel?

In addition to being used as a handkerchief to wipe away dirt and absorb sweat, the sweat towel can also be used as a belt to tie underwear. But how can this be a private object belonging to a young lady?

A middle-aged servant girl from Wuping County Prince's Mansion called out, "More than half an hour ago, when Madam Wu came back to the tent, her hands were holding on to the skirt around her waist. The old servant thought she had a stomachache, so he took a look and found that Madam Wu didn't seem to have any symptoms. Sweat towel..."

"I just said it was this bitch who killed my son. It was her...she..." Mrs. Prince Wang of Wuping County was heartbroken at the loss of her son. She rushed towards the Prince of Wuping County like crazy, "My son is dead." It’s over, there are no descendants, now you are satisfied... you are satisfied..."

"Crazy, you are crazy..." The prince of Wuping County stretched out his hand and hit his wife. The onlookers couldn't stand it anymore and stretched out their hands to stop him.

Yeats lowered his head and looked at Mrs. Wu, "Niang Wu, look at me."

How dare Miss Wu, she lowered her head and trembled.

"I know you didn't kill anyone..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. Just now they were whispering, but suddenly, the vast grassland of the creek was silent except for the wind and the chirping of birds.

Wu Niang raised her head in shock, "You... believe that I don't have a younger brother?"

"Yes." Yeats nodded, "Where is your sweat towel?"

"I..." The little lady's eyes dodge.

Yeats knelt down, looked at her level, and their eyes met.

"Snapped by some nasty dandy?"

Wu Niang's eyes widened and she suddenly covered her face, "No... no... I didn't throw away the sweat towel... I didn't..." She was so frightened that she backed away.

Yeats turned his gaze to the Wuping County Prince's Palace, scanning the dozens of people of all ages, old and young, men and women, and then looked from the Wuping County Prince's Palace to the crowded crowd.

She stood up and walked to the side of Mrs. Prince Wang of Wuping County who was being held by someone. "Does your family have a cousin who lives in your house?"

As soon as these words came out, a young man in the crowd took a step back.The Prince's wife of Wuping County looked at Yeats blankly, "What do you mean by this?"

So far, no one in the Wuping County Prince's Palace has called Yeats to his face. This is the royal family. It obviously has no actual duties. As long as the descendants of the emperor have the national surname, they can enjoy supreme wealth.

As for whether it is real wealth or fake wealth, only the person involved knows.

"Your nephew is doing something to your concubine. He snatched the little lady's sweat towel more than half an hour ago..."

"It's impossible..." Mrs. Prince Wu Ping refused to admit it at all, "My nephew is well-educated, courteous, and gentle, how could he do such a shameful thing."

Yeats turned around and said, "My lord, you know your daughter-in-law's nephew, can you point him out to Ye?"

Prince Wu Ping's eyes searched for a while and stopped on a young man with a few fat spots.

Yang Fuquan immediately stepped forward and lifted the person from the crowd to Ye Zhi, "Master Ye——"

The fat boy's eyes averted, he stood uneasily and backed away.

Yeats asked, "Where did you throw the sweat towel?"

The fat boy refused to admit, "I didn't, it wasn't me..."

Yeats' expression was cold: "Compared with teasing a concubine, killing someone will cost you your life. Are you sure you didn't throw it somewhere?"

Obviously the pretty boy spoke slowly and softly, but the fat boy felt as if every word was killing him. Just when he was so frightened that he couldn't breathe, he knelt down with a bang, "I... I was confused for a moment, but... I Did nothing……"

It’s not that he didn’t do anything, it’s that he had no chance to succeed, but now was not the time to worry about that. Yeats asked again, “Where was it thrown?”

The fat boy raised his head, looked into the distance, pointed at the big rock in the distance and said, "I thought it would roll down the slope..." Unexpectedly, someone picked it up and killed it.

As she listened, the eldest princess became more and more fascinated and couldn't help but ask, "Maoyuan, who do you think picked up that sweat towel?"

Prince Consort Pei shook his head, "I can't guess."

The eldest princess looked at the young lady who was standing in front of everyone to examine the case. She was dressed as a man. She was indeed handsome. Wouldn't it be interesting to make the eldest princess want to dress up like this too?
"Xicao Cao is so big, who picked up this sweat towel and strangled Zhao Qi to death?"

Suddenly someone walked through the crowd and walked to the crime scene.

Pei Jingning's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the person calmly.

The King of Han was dressed in moon-white brocade robes, standing in the sun, looking handsome and handsome. There were several people behind him. Yeats only recognized Yu Qingzhi, but her eyes fell on the man in black brocade robe unconsciously, and she felt a sense of déjà vu. feeling.

Where have you seen it?

When the man in black brocade robe met Yeats' eyes, he bowed his hands in a polite manner.

She looked away calmly.

King Han looked at her, waited until she looked over again, and asked with a smile, "There are nearly 2000 people outing today. How did Ye Pingshi find the murderer among so many people?"

Pei Jingning walked to Ye Zhi's side, cupped his hands and said, "Pei has met the prince."

"Zi Qian, he is the only male grandson of the third generation of Prince Wu Ping. He has to take the initiative to catch the murderer for Prince Wu Ping. Otherwise, anyone can kill the Zhao family, so why should Zhao family be killed? What’s the face of it, don’t you think?”