A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 35 035 Ghost Marriage Case (6)

Sometimes, the two concubines of the Ye family would feel that something was wrong. They always felt that the current third brother was completely different from the former third brother, as if the old third brother who was grumpy and unable to support anything had died and a new capable third brother had arrived.

They didn't dare to think deeply, fearing that if they were not careful, that bad third brother would come back again, wouldn't that be...they stopped thinking about it.

Ye He would not listen to his daughter, "You are the head of the family now, if you don't eat, no one can eat first."

Yeats had nothing to do with them, "Then hurry up and eat them all."

Just as Ye He was about to ask his concubine and two concubines to eat in the kitchen, there was a knock on the door of the small courtyard.

"Who?" Yang Fuquan saw that Ye's family was discussing about eating, he jumped to open the door, "Yang Guogong?" Suddenly he was surprised.

Yang Guogong ignored this brat and strode into the door with his hands shaken. Only Yang Shizi followed in behind him, and he closed the small courtyard door without any hassle.

Of course Yeats also saw Yang Guogong, and hurriedly went down the corridor to greet him, "Xiaomin has seen Guogong."

Hearing his daughter's address to the visitor, Ye Dahe lost his composure in shock, and couldn't even hold his walking stick steadily, so Ye He and his concubine Jiang held him.

Yang Guogong was not in the mood to care about Xiaomin's behavior, and directly threw the list made by the eldest son into Yeats' hands, "Who the hell is it? If you don't tell me..." He looked up at the impoverished and smelly Ye family, and the threat in his eyes was self-evident.

Yeats' face turned cold: "The Duke thinks that Xiaomin is a person who is afraid of trouble or death?"

"Isn't it?" Otherwise, why would you refuse to name the murderer, he snorted coldly: "As long as you say it, my Hongnong Yang family will protect you from death?"

Yeats raised his head and sneered.

"Why, don't you believe it?" Yang Guogong said with an official face: "If Pei Ziqian hadn't said that you have some abilities, this old man would never have given you this chance."

Yeats raised the list in his hand and stared at him coldly, "I'm pretty good at guessing who killed Young Master Yang, but I don't say who, it's not because I'm afraid of trouble, let alone death, but because I can't get direct evidence to convict him. Do you understand, Lord, is it just a piece of paper in your eyes?"

Except for the emperor, Shizi Yang has never seen anyone who dared to teach him a lesson. He stepped forward and said, "You are presumptuous!"

Yeats stuffed the list into Yang Shizi's hands, "Your Majesty, you must either hire another wise man, or kill them one by one according to the list. Anyway, I will not tell anyone who speculates."

"You..." If you could kill them one by one, would the first duke and his son join the humble family?

Yang Guogong squinted his eyes and raised his chin and asked quietly: "You really don't want to say?"

Danger looms in the face.

Yeats was fearless: "Mr. Yang didn't dare to kill those famous dignitaries, but only picked on poor people like me to bully. It doesn't matter. If you want to kill you, kill you!"

"You..." Yang Guogong really wanted to say, 'You think I dare not', stretched out his hand and stared, "Do you think I can't help it?" After speaking, he flicked his wide sleeves, turned around and left angrily.

Yang Shizi took a deep look, "What's the matter with Ye Ping..." He suddenly felt that it wasn't worth it to waste words with a petty man who didn't know how to flatter him, so he walked away with his father.

The two came like a gust of wind, and left like a gust of wind.

Yeats gasped.

The Ye family was too frightened to move.

Yang Fuquan stepped forward in a daze, stared at the door and asked, "Brother Ye, they want to kill you, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Yeats laughed loudly, "Don't worry, I won't kill me." But... Forget it, I don't want to.

She turned and called out to everyone, "Come, come, have dinner."

Only then did Ye Dahe come back to his senses, shaking his hands, as if the sky had fallen: "Zhi'er...Zhi'er...how did such an expensive person come to my house...why did he come here...Are we going to be beheaded tomorrow?"

Yeats slapped his face, "Father, you are a policeman in the town anyway, and your knowledge is better than ordinary people, right? Why do you have such an idea?"

"Look at his appearance just now, he is going to eat us, isn't he beheading?"

Yeats didn't know how to comfort him, stepped forward to support him, and patted his arm lightly, "Father, there are so many powerful people under the emperor's feet, it's normal to meet a few powerful people..."

"But...but..." The lame Ye Dahe was taken by his daughter to sit down at the table of the Eight Immortals.

"Father, don't worry, with me here, I will protect everyone safe and sound."

Yang Fuquan trusted Yeats like he believed in God, "Brother Ye said it's okay, so it must be okay, I'm hungry, I want to eat."

The Ye family, who was so frightened that they lost their souls, recovered from Yang Fuquan's naivety, and everyone sat at the table to eat. After a while, they forgot tonight's worries and anxieties in the delicious food.

On the second day, Yeats was on duty normally.

Two or three days later, there were rumors about Yang Yanbin, the young son of Xuan Guogong's mansion, being poisoned to death. Along with the rumors, there was also news that Yang Guogong had asked Dali Temple to dig out the murderer.

"Have you caught the murderer?" Someone in the teahouse asked.

"No, I heard that the lion in Dali Temple opened his mouth and refused to tell who the murderer was without paying the money?" The person in the tavern replied.

"Really or not?" There were discussions in the streets and alleys.

"Of course it's true. The Dali Temple official who was able to catch the murderer was Pei Shaoqing's unconventional promotion of Qipin Pingshi. I heard that since he entered Dali Temple, he has handled all the cases that have not been unsolved."

"so smart?"

"That's natural, otherwise how dare the lion ask Yang Guogong for money."

"God, that's a first-class Duke, who can avoid kneeling in front of the Holy One, how dare this little judge offend?"

"Who said no?"

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Jiang Botao, the eldest son of the Changyu Marquis Mansion, found Teng Chong, "Has the surname Ye really found out the murderer who poisoned Yang Yanbin?"

Teng Chong already knew that Jiang Shizi invited guests to dinner for this matter. He is a concubine of the uncle's mansion, and he is already a fool to know the prince of Hou's mansion.

I didn't expect to be invited today, and it was still a better restaurant in the capital. For a while, Teng Chong was a little proud, and he squinted his glass of good wine before opening his mouth, "That's natural, as long as Brother Ye wants to solve the case, it really can't be solved."

Jiang Botao frowned.

Teng Chong understood that Jiang Botao's heart was moved by what he said last time.He was even more complacent, and filled the glass again on his own, secretly glancing at the other person's expression while drinking.

Finally, Jiang Botao said, "So, he can really help me find the murderer of my cousin?"

Teng Chong put down his wine glass and took a sip: "As long as you believe, you can."

Inside the Guozijian, a young literati was painting with a brush, lifting, hooking, transporting, and turning, the ink splashed like a momentum, swallowing mountains and rivers, and did not stop writing until the sun went down and the light was dim.

"Created by the atmosphere, the momentum is majestic." People appreciating the paintings did not hesitate to praise, "It's amazing, brother Yu Wan's paintings are simply at their peak."

Yu Qingzhi smiled slightly: "Whether the painting has reached this level, I don't know, but the flattery passed on has reached its peak."

"Uh...haha..." Wang Chuanzhi raised his head and laughed.

Yu Qingzhi set up his pen and ink, and blew on the picture to let Xiaotong calm down.He walked around the desk, sat down at half the table, took a sip of tea.

Wang Chuanzhi then sat on the other side, hesitating to speak.

Yu Qingzhi took a sip, raised her eyes, "Say it straight."

Wang Chuanzhi felt guilty, "Brother Yu Wan, have you heard the rumors outside?"

(End of this chapter)