A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 43 The Dark Marriage Case (14)

Seeing her master, Rue Xiang caught the backbone, "My lord... my lord, the girl died so badly, you have to avenge him..."

"Are you the girl next to Wu'er?" Lord Feng still remembered the girl next to his daughter.

"Yes, my lord... the fifth girl in the mansion is not...she is a fake..."

Hearing again that her daughter was a fake, Lord Feng was dumbfounded. There are such thieves in the high mansion who dared to change the identity of their daughter on behalf of Li Tao. How could it be... this is too...too...

"Then... what about my son?"

"My lord, my benefactor..." Hao Shi couldn't bear to say, covered her mouth and cried bitterly.

Master Feng finally realized something, "Impossible, absolutely impossible..." He yelled in the corridor and found it ridiculous. At this moment, his heart ached unbearably.

How can there be such outrageous things in the world, impossible, absolutely impossible...

No matter how shocked Lord Feng was, Teng Chong continued to let people in.

One after another... I don't know if they are criminals or witnesses, they are brought in one by one.

In front of the trial stand, Wu Yangyang knelt down.

Seeing that no one was being sent in at the door, Shizi Yang couldn't help asking: "Ziqian, are you still going to interrogate?" Just now, his gaze was like a knife, and he almost scratched Yu Qingzhi a thousand times.

Pei Jingning still smiled slightly, his eyes fell on Ye Zhi, "Ye Pingshi..."

Yeats cupped his hands, "My lord, this is the beginning."

Seeing the person surnamed Ye, Yang Guogong was furious. This brat has not revealed who the murderer is until now, okay, okay.

Master Feng is in a daze, where is my daughter... where is my daughter...

Yeats looked at Yu Qingzhi, smiled and asked, "Mr. Yu, where do we start?"

Yu Qingzhi kept smiling, and when she heard the question, she still smiled.

Of course Yeats knew that he would not answer, so he asked himself and answered, "Then let's start with that green mountain!"

What is a mountain of greenery?Is the handling of cases in Dali Temple so suspenseful?

Yu Qing knew that his pupils could not see a slight movement, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all, as if he was listening attentively.

Yeats eloquently said, "A year ago, or two years ago, or even a few years ago, a high-spirited young man went straight to the capital from Yangzhou, where the fireworks were in March, and it was already fragrant May when he arrived. He did not live in the bustling capital, but chose a temple surrounded by green mountains and green waters outside the city.

Yang Guogong slapped his thigh, "Ye, what are you talking about, the trial is serious."

Yeats bowed to him and cupped his hands, "My lord, the case is going to be tried, and we have to tell the story, if we don't tell the story, we won't convince people!"

"With so many witnesses, there is nothing that can't convict him."

Yeats looked at Pei Shaoqing.

Pei Jingning turned his head, "Grandpa, this kind of story can only be heard in Dali Temple, aren't you curious?"

Curious fart!Yang Guogong suppressed his anger for a short time, and smiled, "Okay, let's talk about it quickly."

Yeats handed over his hands in good faith, and turned to Yu Qingzhi without any haste, "For a while, at the beginning of every month, there would always be a carriage of an official lady..."

"Lord Ye, I've never seen this young master..." Yun Xiang couldn't help but interject.

"Mr. Yu is a polite literati, of course you haven't seen him before."

Yun Xiang couldn't help but be puzzled: "Since he keeps the etiquette, how could he have met my little lady, how could he have changed his cousin who looks like me to the Feng family if he has never met my little lady, slave... Xiaomin really can't figure it out..."

Yeats looked at the smiling Yu Qingzhi, "Mr. Yu, did you see the face of the young lady of the Feng family when the mountain wind occasionally blew away the curtain of arrogance, or when bandits robbed you?"

Yu Qingzhi still had a gentle smile on his face.

Hao Shi was ashamed: "Yes...I harmed the little lady?" She shouldn't have let the thief think about his benefactor!I couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yeats' face turned cold, "Sister-in-law, shouldn't you ask him, 'A gentleman preserves benevolence, and with compassion, benevolence is the end of benevolence'?"

"I..." What kind of gentleman does she, an illiterate woman, know!

"Mr. Yu, on your paintings, you often write the inscriptions of a gentleman. Tell me what is a gentleman? Is it the weak who stand by when they die?"

There is a crack in the smile.

Yeats snorted coldly, "I want to give Mr. Yu the four words 'sanctified'."

"You want to provoke me?" The smile disappeared, and Yu Qingzhi's face was gloomy.

"Where did you go, Mr. Yu, have you lost your composure so quickly?" Yeats smiled, "Captain Teng, you seem to have missed a witness."

Teng Chong asked: "A room full of relevant witnesses, you haven't gone through them one by one, what's the rush?"

"Teng Butou is right, I am in a hurry."

Just as Yeats was about to speak, Lord Feng grabbed her by the collar, "Ye, there are so many nonsense, you say the one in the mansion is fake, how can you prove it, even if it is fake, what about my real daughter?"

Yeats looked at Yang Guogong.

Master Feng followed Ye Zhi's gaze, and in a flash, he blurted out: "Yang Xingzhi, you, Li Daitao, killed my daughter and made it your dead son's wife?"

As he said that, he pushed Yeats away and rushed to Yang Guogong to fight for his life, "My surname is Yang, I will fight with you, and I will pay back my daughter's life..."

Yang Shizi blocked Lord Feng who was rushing towards him, and clamped his arm, "Master Feng, my Yang family is also a victim."

"Li'er, what's going on? Could it be that the person lying beside Bin'er is Lord Feng's daughter?"

"Father, Lord Feng, please be quiet and don't be impatient. Pei Shaoqing and Lord Ye are currently interrogating the murderer."

Feng and Yang stared at the well-known scholar in the capital—Yu Qingzhi.

"How did he kill my son..."

"How he killed my daughter..."

The two shouted in unison.

Yeats stated the case, "Miss Feng Wu didn't expect to save someone's life, but let herself fall into a dead end."

"I'm going to kill this guy..." Lord Feng was furious, and was finally restrained by Teng Chong and others.

Yeats continued: "Three years ago, Zheng Shuiyue, the daughter of Jiangzhou county magistrate Bo Zheng Dongshan in Yangzhou, secretly ran out of her home to find her childhood sweetheart cousin, hoping to marry her cousin, but her cousin knew very well that her family was poor, and her uncle, Zheng Bo, would never agree. Persuaded to go back to Yangzhou."

Yu Qingzhi snorted coldly: "Ye Pingshi is so good at telling stories, isn't he the tea doctor in the teahouse?"

The one who smiled became Yeats. At first, she thought that the real and fake daughter was for the draft, but she didn't expect it to be a "Chen Shimei's tricks".

She continued to talk without rushing: "A young girl Huaichun, her heart belongs to her, her sweetheart is not only handsome and elegant, but also poetic, how can Miss Zheng let it go, the second time she went north to find her cousin, this time her cousin still coaxed her away with a three-inch tongue.

But one thing, two things, there must be three things, just when my cousin was worried about how to beat my cousin, a bandit disaster turned things around..."

(End of this chapter)