A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 38 The Dark Marriage Case (9)

Yeats smiled, bowed his hand, and left the office.

"Master Zhao—" Teng Chong also arched, and ran out after Yeats.

At the door, Qin Dachuan and Yang Fuquan also followed.

Zhao Bai looked at Ye Xiaoqun and couldn't help smiling, "You're doing pretty well!"

Seeing that Yeats was disrespectful to his master, his servant showed displeasure, "Master, this kid is too crazy, why don't you show him some color?"

Zhao Bai turned his head and glanced at the servant.

The little servant shivered in fright, "Little... I know my mistake..."

"Don't have another time." The voice was gloomy.

"Yes, Master Shizi!" The servant hid himself in a corner and dared not make a sound.

Yeats came to find Pei Jingning, he was not surprised at all, he even leaned his back slightly to the armchair, instantly relaxed a bit from his heavy official authority, showing a bit of gentle gentleman.

Mr. Zheng noticed the subtle changes in his master, and calmly stepped back a few steps, hiding in a corner.

Bai Lang brought people in, and stood outside the door knowingly, stretching out his hands to restrain Qin Dachuan and Yang Fuquan.

"My lord—" The two of Ye Teng saluted together.

Pei Jingning stretched one arm on the armrest of the armchair, and rested the other on the large desk. The dark sleeve robe with excellent texture was winding. His eyes naturally fell on the thin Yeats, waiting for him to speak back.

Yeats raised his head, "My lord, I have two things to ask my lord to show you."

Pei Jingjing looked at him quietly.

"First, please help me find out who the young lady in the portrait is." Yeats had already taken out the portrait from his sleeve pocket.

Pei Jingning signaled him to present it.

Yeats placed the painting in front of him and spread it out, "My lord—"

Most of the paintings made by ancient Chinese literati are freehand brushwork with splashed ink, and few are realistic. There are almost no paintings as three-dimensional and realistic as sketches.

Pei Jingning raised her eyebrows suddenly, and looked straight into Yeats' eyes.

The sudden direct gaze made Yeats almost take a step back, "My... my lord..." She held back the pounced on.

"You drew this?"

"Yes, my lord."

Pei Jingning backed away from the armchair, picked up the painting with both hands and looked at it carefully, then raised his eyes, "Bai Lang."

Yeats secretly heaved a sigh of relief that he didn't get to the bottom of it.

"My lord, my little one is here."

"Go and find out whose little lady it is?" Pei Jingning handed the painting to Bai Lang, Yeats' subtle expression did not escape his eyes, and his eyes were deep.

Looking at the real-life portrait, Bai Lang was also amazed, and couldn't help but glance at Yeats, "Yes, my lord."

Yeats reminded, "Please guard Bai to check quietly, don't alarm anyone."

Bai Lang glanced at his master, and with his approval, he also nodded, "Don't worry, Ping Ye." After saying that, he left the office.

Yeats clasped his hands again and said, "The second thing I want to go to Qi County with Teng Butou."

This time the report was completely beyond Pei Jingning's expectations, he really didn't intend to reveal the murderer who poisoned Yang Yanbin?On the face, he remained calm, raised his hands on the table and pinched his clean chin, his eyes were deep, and he could read people's hearts.

The immediate boss didn't say a word, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Yeats explained what happened in the morning concisely and clearly, "My lord, this is the reason why the next official is going to Qi County, and please approve my lord."

Unexpectedly, there was another song about the ghost marriage case, Pei Jingning nodded in agreement.

Yeats glanced at Teng Chong, then at Pei Jingning, her eyes sparkled and she was extremely delicate, as if she wanted to say something but was too embarrassed to say so.

Pei Jingning's beautiful Ruifeng eyes probably have been in a high position for a long time, and when looking at people, they always have a sense of judgment and a sense of oppression, but at this moment, they are tinged with a smile.

Deliberately said, "Is there anything else to report?"

"Then..." Yeats was about to say it, but the words changed again, "Teng Butou and I will set off early tomorrow morning, and try to get it done in three days."

"En." Pei Jingning seemed to condescend to reply with one word.

"...The next official will resign first." It was really difficult to be a civil servant in ancient times, Yeats surrendered and quit the Shaoqing's office.

It wasn't until the footsteps were no longer heard outside the door that Mr. Zheng smiled and said, "My lord, I'm afraid Ye Pingshi has to pay the travel expenses in advance!"

Why didn't Pei Jingning see it, his brows and eyes overflowed with a smile, but he didn't respond to Mr. Zheng's words, and took a pen to correct the official document.

Mr. Zheng couldn't help it: "My lord, don't you wonder who murdered Young Master Yang?"

"Yang Yanbin neither accepted a title nor took care of common affairs. He loved collecting books and was addicted to painting. According to this life trajectory, he would not hinder anyone, but someone still killed him. Sir, why do you think he died?"

Mr. Zheng stroked his beard and pondered, "Peer jealous?"

The corner of Pei Jingning's mouth twitched slightly.

The master disagreed with this point of view, and Mr. Zheng analyzed again, "offend people with arrogance?" Thinking about it, it is impossible, "Mr.

Pei Jingning squinted at him, her eyebrows were long and narrow, revealing a coldness.

Mr. Zheng said embarrassingly, "My lord, the little one really can't figure it out."

In the corridor, Teng Chong asked: "Brother Ye, you hesitated to speak just now, was it for the travel money to Qi County?"

Yeats nodded.

"Then why didn't you say it again?" It's okay to pay in advance for a business trip, but usually there must be someone above, and if there is no one, the business trip expenses can only be reimbursed after the event.

To do the work, you have to post the money yourself first, so the tolerance is not so easy to do!
"If you don't have any money, I'll..." Yeats interrupted him: "It's okay, I still have some money, I'll go back to clean up in the evening, and I'll meet you at the breakfast stand early tomorrow morning, so I'll go early and return early."

"Okay." Although he said that the money should be paid first, Teng Chong still seemed a little excited to leave the capital, and turned his head, "Uncle Qin, you can take care of the carriage. This is the deposit for finding the carriage."

After finishing speaking, he took out the broken silver from his purse and threw it to Qin Dachuan.

He caught it, "Okay, wrap it on me."

Yang Fuquan was even happier, dancing and dancing all the way to Yeats' office.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Bai was still there.

Yeats nodded and smiled, and sat in front of his case, sorting out the official documents on the desk.

Zhao Bai said, "Just now I heard that you want to rent a carriage?"

This person's ears are too sharp, can he hear the words in the corridor?
Zhao Bai ignored several people who looked at him together, "I have a car and horse shop, I will give you a bargain."

Qin Dachuan looked at Yeats.

Yeats paused in his thoughts, and immediately laughed, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Zhao."

"I thought Ye Pingshi was disgusted."

"It doesn't matter who you rent, it's all rented. Why do I dislike Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Bai's slightly sick face was filled with a smile, "That's good, as long as you need a carriage in the future, even if you go to my carriage, it will definitely be the lowest price."

"Then thank you, Mr. Zhao first." Yeats cupped his hands, "Tonight, we will have a dinner together, but the restaurant is very small. If Mr. Zhao doesn't mind, let's go together?"

"What do I dislike, I can't wait, thank you Pingshi Ye."

Yeats smiled and said, "Then it's settled."

Zhao Bai seemed very happy, and immediately came together with Ye Zhi and the others, without any pretensions of the prince of the county, they were very friendly.

(End of this chapter)