A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

When Yeats and others arrived at Taichang Temple, they met King Han's men. The two groups met and they knew it well, but the one named Xu did not give in. Teng Chong sneered, "What qualifications do you have to investigate people?"

Xu Weizhi took out King Han's clan leader's token, "Aren't you qualified yet?"

Among the two suspects in Taichang Temple, one was Zhao Qiyan, the concubine of King Lu Yang. As the leader of the Zhao family, King Han did have the power to call the person away.

Yeats and others watched Xu Weizhi arrogantly take the people away. Teng Chong looked at their backs and asked, "Could it be him?"

The young man who was taken away was of medium height, with a square face, slightly fat, and was still breathing a little when walking. He seemed to have a hidden disease. Yeats shook his head, "It's not him."

Since it is not this person, King Han can take him away if he wants. They checked another suspect - Su Mingyong, the concubine of Mr. Su, Deputy Secretary of the Privy Council. As usual, they interrogated him first. Zhang Jin, Teng Chong and others entered the platoon again. .

"There are witnesses to what he said. These people don't seem to be perjuring themselves." Teng Chong asked, "Brother Ye, Mr. Zhao is the only one left to investigate now. Is it possible..."

Several people gathered around Ye Zhi with serious expressions. It was only at this moment that they realized that this case was really difficult to handle. "Perhaps there are still people who have been abused. We don't know. Do you want us to go over it again?"

There are only two days left before the time given by Qi Guogong. There is no time to find other qualified suspects.

For the sake of their colleagues, few of them were willing to investigate Zhao Bai, who worked in the same room, and they did not believe that Zhao Bai, who was as gentle as jade, could be a murderer who knocked on people's front teeth.

Zhang Jin specifically emphasized: "On the night of the crime, Mr. Zhao was not outside the city. Let's go check Fan Wenjia again. Maybe King Han and the others didn't find anything?"

Just when a few people were at a loss and thought the murderer was hard to find, Yeats suddenly nodded, "Okay, then let's check again on Concubine Fan who was investigated by King Han."

Qin Dachuan frowned slightly, "Mr. Ye, you don't check Mr. Zhao Bozhao because he is a clan member. Will King Han check him?"

Yeats seemed to be deep in thought. His mind caught Qin Dachuan's words, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, "Has Zhao Qiyan been released by King Han?"

When Zhang Jin heard this, he said, "I'll ask someone to inquire about it right away." After saying that, he went to make arrangements in a hurry.

Standing on the street, Teng Chong asked, "Shall we go find Fan Wenjia?"

Yeats nodded.

Several people followed her to the Imperial College. After taking two steps, Yeats stopped and said, "Uncle Qin, please stop following."

"Then I..."

Yeats glanced towards the bustling street and said, "Go and check..."

The shouts of vendors and the noise of pedestrians drowned out Yeats' voice. After a while, Qin Dachuan merged into the crowd and disappeared in front of a few people after receiving the task.

Teng Chong and Yang Fuquan looked at each other, suppressed their doubts, and followed Yeats to the Imperial College to find Fan Wenjia.

Fan Wenjia was one of several concubines of Master Fan, the minister of Dali Temple. He was neither the eldest nor the youngest son. Moreover, he was a concubine whose aunt was dead and had no sense of existence. His life was unpredictable.

When he was called out again, he looked gloomy and impatient, "What are you asking again? Isn't the investigation clear enough?"

Then there is the concubine, who is also the son of the highest official of Dali Temple. Before stepping forward to suppress his arrogance, Teng Chong glanced at Yeats. The next breath, Yeats cupped his hands and smiled, "We are case handlers from the Beijing Department of Dali Temple, and I am the judge of Dali Temple." Yeats, we hope that Master Fan will cooperate with us in answering a few questions."

Dali Temple?Fan Wenjia sneered, "So you are Ye Pingshi, who handles cases like a god!"

"Master Fan, thank you very much."

Didn't you hear that he was being sarcastic?Fan Wenjia blurted out sarcastic words, "Ye, haven't you noticed? Even if you are in the capital, the cases you get your hands on are all ordinary people's cases, those involving court officials or power struggles. You’ve never touched one, have you?”

Fan Wenjia is indeed the son of the Minister of Dali Temple. He hit the nail on the head. In addition to Lu Sicheng, Ye Zhi and others, there are other people in the capital of Dali Temple. When it comes to important cases in the court, there are special In terms of human contact, these specialized people may be the two ministers of Dali Temple, or people like Zhao Qian, and of course important officials whom Yeats does not know.

She smiled slightly, cupped her hands and said, "Master Fan is indeed the son of Fan Siqing, and he does know a lot. However, I would like to ask, does Master Fan often go to the bookstore on Wenxin Street?"

No one expected that the first question Yeats asked Fan Wenjia was about the book store. Is this related to the case?This is what Fan Wenjia wanted to know. He stared at Yeats in confusion, with deep vigilance in his confusion, "Why do you ask this?"

Yeats smiled brightly: "Is it enough for the master to return my favor?"

"So what?" He still stared at Yeats in confusion. Liang Baolin was killed in a courtyard outside the city and had nothing to do with the bookshop in the city. It was a strange question.

Tengchong and Yang Fuquan were also puzzled, but they knew Yeats. Even if they chatted with people, they were talking about the case, and it would not be in vain.

Yeats's smile deepened momentarily, and he nodded as if he understood something: "Okay."

"Okay...what?" Fan Wenjia was so shocked by her indifferent 'ok' that he broke into sweat, "What else do you want to ask?"

"I asked, will you answer?"

"You...you..." Fan Wenjia, who had just laughed at me, was obviously flustered in his eyes, "Of course... I will answer."

"Then five days ago, on the night when Liang Baolin died, you had been living in Fan Mansion's villa?"

"That's natural."

"Never left for a moment?"

"I have a girl and a mother-in-law to testify."

Yeats suddenly smiled again, "Isn't this how you responded to King Han?"

"This is the fact. I will answer this no matter who comes." Fan Wenjia replied firmly.

The two looked at each other.

One looks at it and the other faces it with his head held high.

Teng Chong and Yang Fuquan stared at Fan Wenjia without blinking. Wasn't he the murderer?Who could that be?

Yeats' eyes softened and he asked with a smile, "Can I show you the sketch you made that day?"

This Dali Temple judge disguised as a man was unexpected every time he asked questions. He was asked whether he had been to the bookstore on Wenxin Street, and now he wanted to see his paintings. What did he want to do?
Fan Wenjia stood still.

Yeats had already walked a few steps and didn't hear the sound of people walking behind her. She turned around and said, "Master Fan...?"

Fan Wenjia's eyes were not as firm as before, and he was evasive and evasive when he heard Yeats' questions.

Yeats was not in a hurry and simply turned around and stood opposite him, leaving him nervous and flustered without asking any questions.

Fan Wenjia was angry at her patience, "It's just a painting, just for you to see."

Yeats said two words as a reward, "Thank you very much."

Fan Wenjia went to the Imperial College dormitory to pick up the paintings he had sketched that day.

Teng Chong and Yeats followed him. Teng Chong's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. "Is the case related to paintings?"

Yeats turned his head, looked deeply into his eyes, and gave you the look you wanted.

Tengchong:...(End of this chapter)