A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 34 034 Ghost Marriage Case (5)

Yeats stretched out his hand to hold him, "My lord, don't blame Mo Bao for not explaining it. It's just some tiny details. If you don't have a deep understanding of pigments, you would never think that if you don't wash your hands in time, or eat the pigments by mistake, it will cause great harm to your body or even death."

Yang Guogong couldn't help pointing at him, and shouted: "Ye, who is the murderer?" He didn't care whether the paint was poisonous or not, he just wanted to know who the murderer was.

Yeats still shook his head: "Through the little white mice, I deduced how Young Master Yang was poisoned, but I don't know who quietly and imperceptibly influenced Young Master Yang."

"Mo Bao, you are with Bin'er every day, there are only a few of his painting friends, tell me about every one of them."

Knowing that Yang Guogong would not listen to her, Yeats turned to Pei Jingning: "My lord, there is no evidence at all for this kind of silent influence. Can this also arrest people and convict them?"

"..." Pei Jingning felt his face ache.

Yang Guogong looked as if he wanted to avenge his son no matter what means he used as long as he let me know who it was. Everyone present felt it.

Yang Shizi approached his father cautiously, and persuaded in a low voice, "Father, the ancestor's precepts must not be violated."

Yang Guogong, who was like a cockfighting cock, had a serious expression on his face, his hostility dissipated in an instant, and he slumped, "My... my... son..." It took him a long time to hold back his words, his legs went limp, and he passed out.

"Father..." Yang Shizi shouted.

The soldiers of the Duke's Mansion panicked.

Yeats withdrew from the Duke's Mansion. As a criminal investigator, she was powerless even though she knew someone had committed a crime but could not produce evidence to arrest the murderer.

She was listless, "My lord, can I ask for a day off?"

Yeats had been in the Duke's Mansion for nearly ten days, and he got up before dawn every day and worked until midnight. He only slept for about two hours a day, and he really deserved a day off.

Pei Jingning nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, my lord." Yeats cupped his hands.

Teng Chong also wanted to ask for leave, but before he could ask, Pei Jingning stopped him, "Pingshi Ye is either looking through books, looking for people, or experimenting with mice. What are you doing when he is doing these things?"

He is fast asleep.Teng Chong's old face flushed, and he quickly bowed and retreated far away.

Yeats was amused by his action.

Pei Jingning looked at him meaningfully: "Ye Pingshu took the opportunity to read a lot of Young Master Yang's books, right?"

"My lord, I'm here to handle the case." It's impossible to get up early in the morning to question all kinds of interrogators, how inappropriate, Yeats did read a lot of young master Yang's collection during the two or three hours in the morning.

Unexpectedly, Big Boss Pei found out about the private use for business affairs. Yeats could only have the cheek to deny it, and got on his little donkey and escaped.

The corners of Pei Jingning's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't get into the carriage until the little donkey had run far away.

Teng Chong, Qin Dachuan and others could only work step by step.

Yang Fuquan, a foolish boy, waited for them to leave, and happily chased Yeats.

He suffered from serious lack of sleep, and when he got home, Yeats climbed into bed to make up for sleep.

Yang Fuquan had no choice but to squat in the yard playing with ants and wait for her to wake up.

He was half a boy, tall and thin, and Ye Dahe liked it quite a bit. He leaned on a walking stick and stood beside the young man, "Brother, what's your last name?"

"My surname is Yang, and I'm working with Ye Pingshi on the case." Someone was chatting, and Yang Fuquan abandoned Ant and chatted with Ye's father with a smile on his face.

Ye Dahe has been a small catcher in the small town all his life, and Dali Temple is a god in his heart, and the people who come out of Dali Temple are capable people with lofty ideals, and they are full of admiration and admiration.

"so amazing!"

Yang Fuquan shook his head like a rattling drum, "I'm not good, but Ye Pingshi is."

Of course Ye Dahe knew how capable his daughter was when she disguised herself as a man, but he was still very happy to be praised by others, "Brother Yang is admirable, thank you for helping Zhi'er, if it weren't for you, Zhi'er would have had a hard time in Dali Temple."

Ye Dahe didn't know that his real daughter had returned to the west, and the core of her body had already been replaced. If his real daughter, he might not even be able to leave the county town of his hometown. If he was cheated or abducted, he would still be able to reach the bustling capital.

It was not until evening that Yang Guogong woke up leisurely, "Li'er... Li'er..."

"Father—" the eldest son Yang Yanli hastily stepped forward to help his father up.

"Is there a list?"

Yang Yanli really didn't want to show the list, but if he didn't show it, his father would always find a way to find it out, and he still struggled before he took it out, "Father, those who can make friends with younger brothers are about the same status as us, even if they don't have any status, they are also talented and famous, so let's attack them..."

"Bring it!" Yang Guogong was not in the mood to argue with his son.

Yang Yanli had no choice but to pass the list to his father.

Yang Guogong asked directly: "Who is the best painter here?"

Yang Yanli sighed helplessly, "Father, it's Yu Qingzhi, the master painter of the Imperial Academy."

"Master?" Yang Guogong's eyes popped out: "I have drawn a few ghost symbols, but I dare to call him a master."

Yang Yanli smiled wryly: "Father, His Majesty, Prince, Duke, and even the master of Mingguang Temple—Guru Zhiguang all collect his works, and his name is well known to the world."

Yang Guogong was blocked by his son and had to ask: "Who is next?"

"The second son of Prince Qin—Prince Pingyang County..."

Seeing that his father didn't interrupt, Yang Yanli continued to report: "The son of the prefect of Jianglin——Wang Chuanzhi...the prince of Lujiang——Zhao Chen'an..."

The literati and painters who made friends with his son were indeed extraordinary people. Yang Guogong seemed to understand the concerns of the surname Ye, and his heart was blocked, and he thumped the edge of the bed, "Son, my youngest..."

Yang Guogong broke down in tears again.

Yang Yanli could only silently accompany his father.

After sleeping until it was dark, Yeats woke up from a full sleep and went out to wash with his slippers on. A gatekeeper stood at the door, "Xiao Quanzi, why didn't you go back to Dali Temple?"

The people in Dali Temple knew to bully him, so Yang Fuquan was not happy to go back.

He said happily: "Uncle agrees that I will stay at your house tonight."

Ye Zhi looked at Ye Dahe who was sitting in the corridor enjoying the shade in surprise, "Father..." It means that she will not be allowed to live in the same room with this kid!

Ye Dahe smiled and said, "Clean up the breakfast car, and put a door panel as a bed. Xiao Quanzi will sleep there today."

"You're not too small!" Yeats looked at Yang Fuquan, who was 1.8 meters tall. This head is not small.

"As long as there is a place to sleep." Yang Fuquan said with all his heart that I am not a child who has never suffered. He seemed very excited about living in Yeats' house.

What else could Yeats say?Wash up and have dinner.

Now, Yeats is the pillar of the family, she didn't get up, and everyone in the Ye family didn't have dinner yet.

She patted her forehead: "Didn't I tell you, don't wait for me, eat first at dinner time, and save some for me if there is any left, I will eat outside, why wait, it's so late, adults are not hungry, Yu'er can grow up, you can't starve her."

Ye Lan and Ye Yu were clearing up the table, and when they heard Ye Zhi's words, the two of them looked at each other and smiled. They had been together for so long, and they didn't think that what the third brother said was false. After arriving in the capital, the third brother was indeed more friendly than before.

(End of this chapter)