A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 48 048 Sacrifice Case (2)

Yeats suddenly opened his eyebrows and said, "Then I will trouble Miss Sister, may I ask Miss Sister, your name is..."

"Slaves are pearls, those around you are called pearls."

"Sister Mingzhu..." Yeats was like a wolf grandmother with her big tail between her legs, stroking the two girls in sweet words.

In the middle of the night when people were sleeping soundly, a thin and small figure sneaked into a certain wing room, searched all over the place, and finally found what he wanted.

God, there is help!
Yeats didn't have the time to sit on the bed in a daze until everything was cleaned up.

She disguised herself as a man for seventeen years. Before today, Yeats was not much different from a boy. After today, not only would there be a few days every month, but also... She touched the wrapping around her heart, and she didn't feel anything when she first put it on.
Yeats covered his face and buried it between his knees, so worried that he couldn't sleep.

How good is this!

After staying there for a while, Yeats lay down slowly, and said to himself, go to sleep, Yeats, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge.

Slowly, she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a carp straightened up, and Ye Zhi sat up straight. She suddenly thought that except for Ye Dahe and his wife, no one in the Ye family knew that she was a woman, so luckily they didn't go back rashly.

The Ye family has a small yard. Although she has a separate room, she can avoid taking a bath, but how can she avoid such things as menstruation belts!Where will she live tomorrow night?

God, what should she do?
In the early morning of the second day, Yeats just woke up with some movement, Mingzhu and Zhuzhu entered the room with clothes and toiletries in their hands.

"Master Ye—"

Last night, she was so worried that she didn't know what time she fell asleep. Yeats rubbed her messy long hair, "Morning, sisters!"

Mingzhu and Zhuzhu looked at each other curiously, thinking, this Master Xiaoye is really interesting.

Mingzhu has a lively and cheerful personality, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Morning Ye, this is your regular uniform."

"Mine?" Yeats held back his surprise.

"Yes, Master Ye." Mingzhu stood beside the bed with a smile, as if waiting for Master Ye to wake up.

Yeats was secretly startled, Pei Shaoqing's other courtyard has her official uniform, what's the situation?When I went to pick her up yesterday, I thought it was a particularly important case, but it turned out that I could wait until today, which means that Mr. Pei didn't have to pick her up yesterday.

But he not only went to pick her up, but also took her to another courtyard in the South City. The more I thought about it, the more frightened she became. Da Wei Chao is so masculine, could it be that Pei Jingning is a broken sleeve?
Yeats got goosebumps all over his body, "Sisters, I want to change clothes, please..." Go out for a while.

Mingzhu and Zhuzhu looked at each other, "Hurry up, my lord, the master is waiting for you to have breakfast."

"What? Pei Jing... His Excellency is here?"

"Yes, Lord Ye."

The son-in-law's mansion is not close to here, this guy got up so early?
Worse, it seems that the case is unusual, Yeats waited for Mingzhu to exit and closed the door, then hurried into the clean room to change the menstrual belt, dressed and combed her hair, all in a hurry.

In the wing room, the morning breeze blew in through the window sills. Pei Jingning was sitting in an armchair with black hair and high tufts. His vermilion official robe matched his cold white jade complexion. He sat casually in a dragon and phoenix posture with crossed legs. His slender jade knuckles sometimes scratched the writing, making a subtle rubbing sound. Looking from afar, it looked like a picture of a beautiful man.

Hearing the footsteps pause, Pei Jingning raised his eyes.

"My lord..." Yeats stepped forward and saluted.

"Sit down," he said.

I have been in Dali Temple for more than three months, and I have become acquainted with Pei Shaoqing recently, but it is not enough to sit at a table for breakfast!

Yeats declined politely: "My lord, my subordinates dare not go beyond the hairpin."

Pei Jingning raised his hand, Bai Lang hurried up to take the book, wiped his hands with a towel, and served the bowl and chopsticks.

As if he didn't hear what Yeats said, he raised his eyes and signaled to sit down with a sense of oppression in his eyes.

Yeats had no concept of hierarchy, not because he was afraid of his authority, but because he was really unfamiliar with him, so why did he just sit down and have breakfast together!

Thinking of the speculation last night again, I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingling, God, he couldn't really be that, why... why did he attack her?
She is a woman!

"Ok?"

"Oh!"

Yeats slowly sat across from someone.

Mingzhu stepped forward to set the bowl and chopsticks, "Master Ye, what do you like to eat, please tell me..."

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Now that he was sitting down, Yeats was not pretentious, and the right way was to eat and drink enough.

Yeats lowered his head to cook, but he didn't notice the gaze falling from the top of his head. Pei Jingning didn't say anything, but the corners of his tense mouth finally turned up slightly at this moment.

Standing on one side, Bai Lang could clearly see the change in his master's expression. After one night, he seemed to have realized the strangeness, and stood calmly on one side, feeling that he should not try to persuade him to eat the cabbage. The master saw that the little weak chicken was eating deliciously, and seemed to eat an extra bowl than before.

Oh, no, Ye Pingshi looks like a weak chicken, but he has a big appetite. He drank three bowls of porridge, ate two jade cakes, one crab roe bun, and a small dish of crystal shrimp dumplings.

What a big appetite!Bai Lang was stunned!
Finally eating and drinking enough, Yeats was very satisfied, raised his eyes, and found that Bai Lang and Mingzhu were looking at him, Yeats didn't understand, so, looking at the bowls and chopsticks, is there something wrong?
Pei Jingning took the towel from Bai Lang, "Have you finished eating?"

"Yes, my lord." Yeats smiled. He ate well, drank enough, and his mood improved.

When Pei Jingning got up, Bai Lang hurriedly helped him straighten his clothes.

"Let's go." He raised his foot.

Yeats handed Mingzhu the cloth towel that had wiped his mouth, and whispered, "Thank you sister!" After finishing speaking, he quickly followed Mr. Pei.

Behind them, Mingzhu and Zhuzhu looked at the thin back who was going away, and looked at each other, "Zhuzhu, do you think this will be the first...?"

"Perhaps!" Pearl turned to clear the table.

Inside the carriage, Yeats entered the state, "My lord, the case in the east of the city..."

"Someone built human limbs in the rainwater channel. Master Lu has ordered Jing Zhaoyin to assist Dali Temple in finding the rest of the dismembered parts."

A corpse dismemberment case, although the nature of the case is serious, but the Shaoqing of Dali Temple can be personally involved in the battle, it has not reached this level, is there anything special?

Yeats raised his doubts: "My lord, is there anything special about this case?"

"In the past three years, there have been at least ten cases like this."

Yeats was startled, "Your Excellency, you mean that none of the ten cases have been solved?"

"Ah."

So that's the case, no wonder Shaoqing of Dali Temple went to battle in person.

When they arrived at the scene, several alleys were surrounded. Lu Sicheng and Teng Butou led Jingzhao Yin Yamen to guard the scene and interrogate the case. They were busy but not chaotic.

Seeing Yeats and Mrs. Pei arriving, the two hurried forward, "My lord..."

"how is the situation?"

Lu Sicheng replied: "Ask the people around, and no one is missing so far."

Teng Chong replied: "The front and back of this rainwater channel are moats, but there are many bends in the middle. The front of this section of straight road is Oak Alley, and the back is Houji Street. No one is missing."

Yeats walked up to the scooped up limbs, "Has Master Yan estimated the approximate time of death?"

(End of this chapter)