A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Yang Fuquan chuckled, "Did you see through it?"

"Bad boy." Qin Dachuan was startled by him and seemed to understand what he wanted to ask. Sure enough, the next sentence...

In the evening breeze and darkness, Yang Fuquan's horse was not riding fast. They moved forward slowly on the quiet and deserted street.

"Uncle Qin, do you know? In addition to envying Sister Ye's fighting skills, I also particularly envy Sister Ye for being able to tell what kind of person the murderer is without knowing who the murderer is."

"Do you want Ye Pingshi's skills?"

Yang Fuquan nodded sincerely, "But I know that even if Sister Ye teaches me step by step for ten years, I probably won't have Sister Ye's ability to recognize evil."

Qin Dachuan let out a long sigh, "To be honest, I understand everything Xiaoye said, and I can even see what kind of people some murderers are and why people like them would become murderers, but... when a case is put in front of me , I have no idea what the murderer would look like, let alone what he might look like if he is a boy or a girl, I can’t guess at all.”

"So it's impossible to guess. Instead, Sister Ye found various traces left by the murderer on the deceased that showed his personality traits. He used these to infer what kind of person the murderer was."

Qin Dachuan nodded in agreement, "If you are interested, then learn from Ye Pingshi."

In the carriage, someone who was unhappy pressed a certain little lady into his arms and kissed her hard.

Yeats was so dizzy after being kissed by someone that his whole body felt weak. He finally had the strength to ask, "Sir, what's wrong with you?" He felt as if he hadn't seen her for three years, and he almost broke her into his belly.

Pei Jingning lowered his head and kissed her hard again, "Why did you let a sick man accompany you to investigate the case?"

Yeats: ...

Why did she smell vinegar?

Yeats chuckled.

Still laughing!Shaoqing was about to lower his head again, but Yeats stretched out his hand to stop him, "Sir, Mr. Zhao, like Brother Teng and Brother Zhang, are brothers and buddies who handle cases together."

"Is he as miserable as Teng Chong and Zhang Jin?" He fished for three days and dried the nets for two days. He occasionally talked and wanted to compete with them, but Pei Shaoqing would not agree.

Yeats: ...what your lord said seems to make sense.

Zhao Bai is indeed like this, but he is a child of the royal clan. Even if he misses work for a day, the old Zhao family will have money to distribute to these clan children, which is not something she can change.

Yeats chuckled and changed the subject, "What have you been busy with lately, sir?" Recently, he has been missing people for three days.

Pei Jingning said: "Except for the Beijing Ministry, other places have been uneasy recently. Many cases have been submitted."

"Oh." Yeats had heard about it. He lay on his lap and stretched out his hand to reach his cheek. Yeats stretched out his fingers to touch the face of the handsome guy who could be modeled. "Sir, this case may involve a child of a rich and powerful family. …”

"Do it with confidence and boldness."

Yeats's heart warmed, but he was also worried: "What if you accidentally do something to your relatives?"

"Then what do you think we should do?" Pei Jingning grabbed the little hand touching his face, brought it to his mouth and kissed it.

"Sir..." Yeats tried to break away, but when he could, someone pushed him into his arms and kissed him.

The next day, Yeats went to the teahouse that Zhao Bai mentioned as an appointment.

Unexpectedly, there were two carriages waiting at the entrance of the alley.

Yeats: ...

Yang Fuquan ran to her side and whispered, "Pei Shaoqing and Master Zhao are here."

Yeats: ...

In the end, of course Yeats got on Pei Jingning's carriage.

"Sir, didn't you agree last night that you would be busy with your work?"

"Just passing by!"

Yeats: ...

She believed him a ghost.

The morning teahouse in the Wei Dynasty is somewhat like the Yangzhou teahouse in later generations. It is said to be a teahouse, but it is actually a place to have breakfast. There are all kinds of snacks and snacks, which is simply an enjoyment.

Yeats didn't care about looking for the murderer and ordered delicious food to enjoy first.

Zhao Bai and Yang Fuquan sat at the next table. Yang Fuquan was also attracted by the food and did not stare at the fat man as he did last night. Zhao Bai lowered his eyes, holding the teacup in one hand and resting it on the table with the other, looking listless.Yang Fuquan was very happy with the food. Seeing that he was very sick, he reminded him in a low voice, "Master Zhao, if you don't eat these buns or snacks, they won't taste good without the heat."

Zhao Bai moved, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and raised his eyes, "Didn't you say we were looking for the murderer? Why didn't I see you pointing it out to Brother Ye?"

Yang Fuquan looked at the table next door. The two of them were really having a good time. He only bothered the young couple because he was sick.

Uh...who is sick?

Yang Fuquan looked back at Mr. Zhao, feeling a little confused. He wanted to say something, but he moved his mouth for a moment, then gave up, and simply turned around to look for the fat man.

At a table in the inner corner, there sat a fat man with fair skin, about 27 or [-] years old, sitting across from his friends, chatting while eating, and asking the waiter to add some tea from time to time.

The clothes are neat and clean, and they are dressed from head to toe. They look inexpensive, but they obviously feel very sophisticated, giving people an incongruous sense of wealth.

He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Zhao, do you know that person?"

Zhao Bai was at the next table out of the corner of his eye, watching them chatting and laughing while sitting together enjoying the food. To him, it was like Ling Chi.

"My lord... my lord..."

Seeing Zhao Bai staring at the cup in a daze, Yang Fuquan couldn't help but reach out and touch him.

Zhao Bai raised his eyes:...

Yang Fuquan pointed to the corner.

Zhao Bai turned around and looked over.

"he?"

"Ah."

"Cai Chunxiang, the brother-in-law of Pingyang County Prince Zhao Wei."

Yang Fuquan still looked at him.

"Cai Chunxiang, you don't know either?"

Yang Fuquan nodded, "I don't know anyone."

Zhao Bai...

At the next table, Yeats had eaten and drank enough. While he was stroking his belly, he also saw the table in the corner. Two men in their 30s were talking about something interesting. They were beaming and the atmosphere was quite infectious. Even Yeats looked at it. I couldn't help but smile.

Pei Jingning followed her gaze and asked, "Do you know her?"

Yeats shook his head, "I don't know."

"Then are you still watching?"

"Sir, didn't you notice that he is a little chubby?"

Pei Jingning: ...What kind of evaluation is this?
Bai Lang quickly glanced at the two of them and thought to himself that Ye Pingshi was really confident, actually praising other men in front of his own father. Is it because she liked this man that she had not been attracted to him before?

Yeats didn't know Bai Lang's rich inner drama. Seeing that Pei Jingning didn't seem to recognize him, she waved to Bai Lang.

Bai Lang glanced at his master.

Pei Jingning frowned.

Bai Lang was so frightened that he quickly moved to Ye Zhi's side, "Ye Pingshi——"

"Do you know the man in the bamboo trousers?"

"He is Cai Chunxiang, the eldest son of Cai Jijiu, the Imperial Academy."

Yeats quietly observed the corner with interest.

Pei Jingning was not in that mood and said directly, "Do we need to arrest people now?"

Just as he was observing Cai Chunxiang's sleeves, when he heard Master Shaoqing's words, Yeats turned his head and said in surprise: "Sir, what are you arresting without evidence?"