A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 33 The Dark Marriage Case (4)

Yang Guogong waved his hand feebly, he had to look at the Buddha's face instead of the monk's face, Pei Jingning, "It's only been a day, let's talk about it in a few days."

"Yes, my lord."

On the second day, Yeats transferred from Yang Yanbin's study to the studio, and from the studio to the living room, walking around the traces of his past life.

Yang Yanbin is the youngest son of the first line. The healthy and handsome son won the heart of Yang Guogong. It is impossible for him to be a prince. It stands to reason that Yang Shizi would not harm the younger brother of a compatriot of the same mother, and the biggest stake is ruled out.

The second is the fight for favor among the female family members in the inner house. According to the current investigation, Yang Yanbin is clean and self-sufficient. He is addicted to calligraphy and painting and cannot extricate himself. He has no time for women at all, and female sex is also excluded.

Will he inadvertently offend someone and get killed?Yang Guogong's mansion is a first-class duke's mansion, saying that offending people is because others are afraid of offending Yang Guogong's mansion, no one dares to find fault with Yang Guogong's mansion, right?
What would that be?

Peer envy?

Yeats walked up to the unfinished painting of green and green mountains and rivers, and remembered a masterpiece handed down from a certain dynasty——A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains. It was said that it was made by a young court painter. After this painting was completed, the boy disappeared.

Could it be that Yang Yanbin's poor health is also related to his obsession with painting?Can getting too involved break a person's body?

Suddenly, Yeats loosened the hand that squeezed his chin, and shouted, "Mo Bao..."

"Master Ye—" Yang Yanbin's personal servant, Mo Bao, hurried to his side.

"Do you still have the ink and paint used by your son?"

Mo Bao was taken aback, "There are all of them, what's the matter, Lord Ye?"

"Find them all, I want to use them."

The dark marriage in the Duke's Mansion is over, everything is back to normal, how people should live or how to live.

However, Hao Shi never had a good night's sleep. He either woke up from a nightmare every day, or was in a nightmare. In the dream, the noble lady either held her clothes tightly to prevent her from leaving, or turned into a ghost to eat her.

Her old mother burned incense in seven temples in seven days, Hao's nightmares still persisted, and the whole body was exhausted with only one breath left.

"Lian'er, what's the matter with you?" Mrs. Hao was so frightened that she nearly lost her wits, "What evil did you bump into? If something happens to you, how can I let my mother live!"

Hao stared blankly at the beam, her eyeballs were motionless, like a living dead.

In the dark room, Yang Guogong stood in front of the coffin of his youngest son and muttered to himself: "Bin'er, it's not that father is so cruel that he won't let you go to the earth and live a happy life with your daughter-in-law. Daddy is really not reconciled, father is not reconciled..."

As he was talking, Yang Guogong lay on his son's coffin and wept uncontrollably. He was so young. He was born like a glutinous rice dumpling to be loved. He knew how to love his parents since he was a child. He didn't cry or make trouble. Even when he was hungry, he would only babble twice. It is the treasure he holds in the palm of his hand and in his heart!

Why... why... Yang Guogong was so sad that he couldn't help himself.

It wasn't until dark that Yang Guogong walked from the dark room to the dark corridor, and said in a gloomy voice, "The one named Ye is still letting the little mouse try the paint?"

"Yes, my lord, it has been seven days."

"What about the little mouse?"

The little servant wiped the sweat from his brow, "Go back to... Grandpa, little... the little mouse is dead!"

The gloomy Yang Guogong seemed to be struck by lightning, "You...what did you say..."

It took seven days for Yeats to invite him. When Pei Jingning arrived in Yang Yanbin's study, the little white mouse was smoking animals in a cardboard box. After struggling for half an hour, it died.

He raised his eyes, "The paint is poisonous?"

Yeats nodded, "Yes, my lord."

Pei Jingning frowned: "Someone poisoned the paint?"

Yeats shook his head, "My lord, is Shi Qing itself poisonous?"

"How is it possible?" Bai Lang asked the question on behalf of their master, "There are a lot of people who can draw in this world. I never heard that drawing will kill your life."

Yeats smiled helplessly, "Uncle Qin, report back to Mr. Pei what you found out recently."

"Yes, yes." Qin Dachuan bowed his hands respectfully and took a step forward, "I have inquired about literati and craftsmen who are good at painting in the past 30 years in the capital. Although one of the dozen or twenty will die, the cause of death may not be because the paint is poisonous, but there are indeed quite a few literati who are bewildered by painting."

How much natural pigment itself is indeed poisonous, this is something that has been confirmed in later generations.

Pei Jingning looked at Yeats and asked what he meant?

Yeats replied: "My lord, many natural colors contain deadly toxins, such as azurite (azurite, the main pigment of blue-green landscape paintings), which easily produce toxic substances that invade the human body, causing depression, nightmares, insomnia, headaches and other symptoms. In severe cases, fatigue, loss of appetite, nausea, abdominal distension, abdominal pain, diarrhea and even death."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the dead mouse.

Yang Guogong stepped into Yao'er's study room, "You mean my son's death is entirely because of his hobby of painting?"

How is it possible, even if he killed Yang Guogong, he would not believe it, "There are so many people who love to paint in this world, and many of them are even long-lived. How can paint kill people?"

Yeats admitted, "My lord is right."

"Then why were you talking nonsense just now?"

A first-class prince actually uttered rude words like a woman.What could Yeats say?

Pei Jingning glanced at the dead little mouse, "Don't worry about anything, behind you is the Dali Temple, and it's me, Pei." After speaking, he looked directly at Yeats' slap-sized face.

Four eyes facing each other.

Her eyes are very bright, like a clear spring, clear and clear, as bright as stars, as if she can see through everything.

This is not an easy case.

Pei Jingning's sharp eyes seemed to have read her thoughts, and there was an unquestionable expression on his cold and handsome face, "No matter who it is, as long as you find the murderer, I can deal with it."

Yang Guogong trembled subconsciously, could it be...could it be...

Before his eyes turned to the eldest son behind him, Yeats stopped him, "Master Hui, he should not belong to the family."

"Who is that?" Yang Guogong, who almost fell into the abyss, was so surprised that he dared to harm his Yang family and wanted to break him ten thousand pieces.

Yeats shook his head, "I still don't know who it is?"

I don't know, but I still say that I am not from the family, this conclusion?Before Yang Guogong got angry, he glanced at Pei Jingning, suppressed his anger in the young man's indifferent eyes, and held his breath in his heart.

As a first-class Duke, he has never suffered such humiliation.

"Then how do you know that you are not from the mansion?" Shizi Yang asked the question for everyone.

Yeats said: "In the past seven days, while I was experimenting with mice, I also learned about Young Master Yang's life from Mo Bao...to be exact, his painting habits..."

Yang Guogong burned his anger on the servant, "Is there something you didn't tell me?" His eyes were bared so that he could eat people.

"Damn the slave... the slave should die..." Mo Bao was so frightened that he kowtowed his head until he bled.

(End of this chapter)