A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 36 036 Ghost Marriage Case (7)

Yu Qingzhi wore white clothes with a clean demeanor and a light smile. His wide sleeves hung over his legs as the teacup fell on the table. The evening wind came through the hall, blowing his sleeves and sleeves fluttering, like a great Confucian retreating to the mountains and forests, extremely elegant.

"Yang Lanzhi was poisoned, and the Dali Temple has found the murderer?"

"Exactly." Wang Chuanzhi was restless and approached him, "I asked someone to inquire, and I heard that it was Ye Pingshi, who was exceptionally promoted by Prince Pei in the capital of Dali Temple. He found mice in the Duke's Mansion for experiments and found that Lanzhi was poisoned. Who do you think is the murderer?"

Yu Qingzhi smiled lightly, "No matter who it is, since Dali Temple has found evidence, it should arrest them. This is the legal principle."

"It is said that the surname Ye is a poor ghost. His family lives in a place the size of a palm. He grabbed Yang Guogong's precious son Shizi and opened his mouth. He hasn't revealed who the murderer is, but I heard that Prince Yang made a long list, and the murderer is on the list."

"You and I are also on the list, so you are worried?" Yu Qingzhi smiled, like a handsome young man in white clothes in troubled times.

Wang Chuanzhi sighed, "Most of the people who interact with Lanzhi are from the capital's family, only you and I have no foundation from other places. I am afraid that Dali Temple will take the soft and fear the hard, and take us as the scapegoat."

Yu Qingzhi shook his head helplessly: "Is the law of the Great Wei just for decoration, or is the law only aimed at ordinary people? Then what's the use of the king's law? The Great Wei Dynasty might as well just leave it at that..."

"Brother Yuwan, stop...stop..." Wang Chuanzhi carefully looked out the door, "This is the Imperial College, please don't speak out."

Yu Qingzhi shook his head again, picked up the teacup, and drank the tea with his head down.

Wang Chuan sighed again, "I'm just sorry for Lanzhi. Such a talented person was actually killed by someone. Who is it? Why did he kill such a talented young man? In time, his works will surely become treasures handed down from generation to generation. What a pity... What a pity..."

Yu Qingzhi lowered his eyes, looked at the shallow tea in the cup, his indifferent eyes were reflected, took a sip, the water rippled, and his eyes deformed and twisted.

Teng Chong chased Yeats, "Brother Ye, just tell me, who is the murderer?"

Yeats' eyes fell on the unresolved files. Because of rumors, Pei Jingning didn't let him take any cases, so he went to the file room to look at old cases.

Unwilling to give up, Teng Chong stretched out his hand to cover the pages of the book in his hand, "You really want to steal money from the Duke's government!"

Yeats rolled his eyes.

"No, then what do you mean..." Teng Chong was still waiting for him to solve the front tooth case.

Qin Dachuan squatted at the door of the file room, listening to Teng Chong pestering Ye Pingshi to question the murderer, his ears were pricked up all the time, he also wanted to know, no, everyone in the capital wanted to know who killed that talented young master of Hongnong Yang's family.

Only Yang Fuquan was heartless, practicing the boxing and kicking skills taught by Yeats in the corridor.

Until he was on duty, Tengchong didn't figure out who harmed Young Master Yang, he scratched his heart and lungs anxiously, "Tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you to come on duty together at the breakfast stand."

If you can't set it up today, then tomorrow, you will always be set out by him.

When night comes, for ordinary people, it is a tired bird returning to its nest. For most of the rich and powerful in the capital, their night life has just begun.

Yang Shizi invited Pei Shaoqing to eat in the most expensive private room of the most high-end restaurant.They are all children of aristocratic families who are close to the imperial power, and no meal is delicious.

After half of the food and drink, Yang Shizi finally opened the skylight and said, "Ziqian, don't worry, as long as you tell who the murderer is, the rest is the business of Yang Guogong's mansion, and you will never be hurt."

Pei Jingning smiled and raised his eyes: "If I say that I don't know who the murderer is, would you believe me?"

Yang Shizi obviously didn't believe it, and he was half stunned, "That kid didn't even tell you? He is favoring him for his merits. How dare Ziqian put such a villain in Dali Temple?"

Pei Jingning never took the initiative to ask who the murderer was, and of course Yeats, a brat, dared not tell him.

He smiled lightly, picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, "As far as I know, there are only three or four people who are closely related to Yang Lan in painting. Even if Yang Shizi is not from Dali, he can find out!"

"..." Yang Shizi half pursed his lips, but didn't say a word for a long time.

Pei Jingning analyzed the pros and cons for him: "The son of King Zhao—Pingyang County King, the son of Lujiang Prince—Zhao Chenan, the son of Jianglin Prefect—Wang Chuanzhi, the doctor of Guozijian—Yu Qingzhi.

The first two belong to the royal family, and although the third is inferior to you, the prefect is also a feudal official, and he can't do whatever he wants. As for the last one, although he was born in a poor family, he has a close relationship with Master Zhiguang.

Everyone here, no matter who is found, is afraid that the holy majesty will be alarmed, so you don't dare to investigate easily, right? "

"But... my younger brother..." Yang Shizi had a sore nose and held back his tears, "He never entered into an official position to hinder anyone's path, and he never had any ill relations with others. How could they have the heart to kill such a good boy? Why..."

He beat his chest and stamped his feet, sad and angry: "My Yang family can't swallow this breath, I can't swallow..."

Pei Jingning's expression darkened, "Then wait for the opportunity."

Yang Shizi wiped away his tears, "Can't we know who it is first?" He showed a begging look.

"Hongnong Yang's family..."

As soon as Pei Jingning opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Yang Shizi, "Just a small white mouse can find out the murderer. It doesn't cost money or offend anyone. My Hongnong Yang family is not stupid."

Pei Jingning stroked his forehead.

Yang Shizi muttered: "My father said that all the money saved can be used in Dali Temple."

Dali Temple is a very expensive office. Pei Shaoqing has been in Dali Temple for half a year. He knows exactly how many families there are in Dali Temple.

What is the decision on the strength of the case?Of course it is money, without financial support, no matter how deep and wide the case can be handled, it cannot be handled. In addition to becoming an unsolved case, it will also allow the bad guys to go unpunished and confuse the Wei Dynasty.

Pei Jingning smiled slightly.

Yang Shizi felt that something was going on, and his mood suddenly became clear, "Ziqian agrees?"

In the early morning of the second day, Teng Chong really waited early at the breakfast stand, waiting for Yeats while eating.

At the beginning of July, the weather was so hot that a dog couldn't breathe. Teng Chong actually found someone wrapped up from head to toe to buy breakfast.

"What?"

Hao Shi was so frightened that his hands shook, the fried sticks in his hand fell to the ground, and the collapsed person also collapsed to the ground.

The surrounding guests scattered like birds and magpies in fright.

Ye Lan and Su Liuyun hurried over and asked each other, "Sister-in-law... sister-in-law...what's the matter with you?"

"me……"

Yeats stepped forward quickly, "Are you suffering from heat stroke?"

Teng Chong was a tall man with an official look on his face. Hao Shi was so frightened that he didn't even dare to speak. He was about to ask Ye Lan, "When will your brother come..." Hearing Yeats' voice suddenly, his whole body came alive instantly.

"Ye...Master Ye..." The voice was hoarse like a gong.

"Sister-in-law..." Yeats squatted down, and quickly took off her scarf. It was so tightly wrapped in the hot weather, so it's no wonder she didn't suffer from heat stroke.

(End of this chapter)