A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Four years ago in the winter, when Jiang Yunlei passed by the Yanyu Art Gallery, he rescued a young man who was about to freeze to death in the ice and snow. This young man stayed at his house until Jiang Haochuan had an accident.

"According to Jiang Yunlei's recollection, he was so absorbed in his father's kidnapping that he forgot that there was a rescued young son at home. When he remembered, it was already the next spring. In fact, the Jiang family was in chaos at that time, and the young man He left without saying goodbye, and he didn't think too much about it, but he has been looking for the kidnapper for the past two years, and in the process of searching but failed, he often recalled many details before his father's accident, and then..."

"He remembered that he had told this young master about Jiang Haochuan's visit to Jiming Temple to meet friends?" Teng Chong couldn't help answering.

Qin Dachuan nodded.

Yeats asked, "Is this what Jiang Yunlei told you personally?"

Qin Dachuan nodded again: "I was discovered by him when I quietly inquired about the Jiang family's affairs, so he simply revealed his identity as a policeman of Dali Temple."

Pei Jingning and Ye Zhi glanced at each other. Last night they were chatting about Jiang Yunlei in the carriage, and when they talked about reverse thinking, they didn't expect Ye Zhi to hit it off.

"That's why Jiang Yunlei works as a painter at Yanyu Art Gallery. He looks forward to meeting this young man again one day, and wants to ask in person whether this young man killed his father."

"Speaking conscience and morality to a kidnapper, why are you so sour?" Teng Chong felt incredible, and his body had goose bumps.

But Ye Zhi was thoughtful, "Jiang Yunlei is a standard literati, and he is accomplished in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting..." She suddenly asked Qin Dachuan, "Uncle Qin, did Jiang Yunlei say why after saving this young man who was about to freeze to death? Decided to take him home?"

Qin Dachuan replied: "Mr. Jiang said that the young master's speech and behavior are very elegant, and he can tell that he has read books. He tried it occasionally, and the young master blurted out a brilliant answer, which immediately attracted him. The down-and-out young man brought it back."

Yeats fell into deep thought, spinning around unknowingly, subconsciously reaching out his hand.

Yang Fuquan immediately took out the paper and charcoal pen from his bookbag and handed them to him.

Yeats reached out to take it, and sat down at the table, swishing the charcoal pen.

The silly little Quanzi showed amazing intelligence in Yeats' matter. As soon as she reached out her hand, he knew what she wanted. He also didn't notice some kind of stare from his immediate superior.

Qin Dachuan's wooden face engraved by the years quietly lowered, and secretly smiled like an old tree blooming, stupid boy, if this continues, he may be dispatched to the Northwest where your father once stayed.

Just as Teng Chong wanted to get close to Yeats to look at his portrait, he suddenly felt a gaze coming from somewhere, and he stood at the door, pretending to be watching the weather.

Teng Chong didn't get close to Yeats, so of course Zhang Jin and the others didn't dare either, they quietly stood at the door and acted as door gods.

Yeats' side was clean.

Pei Jingning was also quiet, and walked behind Yeats with her hands behind her back, looking down at her portrait.

Seen from the top of her head, her nose is exquisite and small, neither too high nor too low. The tip of her nose is round and delicate, with shadows at both ends of her nose, making her whole face three-dimensional, lively and agile.

Sitting there, her arms are weak, her shoulders are slender, and she is not as fragile as a real person, but she can always extract clues and traces from the details of the case. In the crowd, she can always effortlessly and with outstanding case resolution The ability stands out and quietly amazes everyone.

Half an hour later, a portrait of a scholar-like man appeared on the paper, "Show it to Master Jiang, does the young master look like this?"

"Yes." Qin Dachuan took Zhang Jin to verify it.

Yeats pursed his lips, "My lord...".

Pei Jingning's gentle eyes fell on her softly: "It's okay to speak boldly."

Yeats breathed out: "The case of the two corpses in Pinghu and the Jiang family's kidnapping case, the main messenger should be a down-and-out literati, 27 years old, with an upper-middle stature, a thin face, and when standing in front of others, he is unrestrained and unrestrained. The appearance of a proper winner in life, the queen is gloomy, extremely poor and evil, and uses all means to obtain wealth for squandering."

"Using the wealth obtained by means of posthumous means to nourish the rich and romantic in front of others? Is that what it means?"

Yeats nodded, "Yes, my lord."

"Are you sure you don't need to go to Pingjiang and Wucheng?"

The Bao family, a large grain merchant in Pingjiang, is the third case related to the middle-aged man with white beard, and the Shi family, a large embroidery merchant in Wucheng, is the fourth case.

"I don't think there is any need for it." Yeats said, "It's just that there are many places for literati in the south of the Yangtze River. I don't know if he is in Pingjiang Mansion, Linzhou City, or Runzhou on the south of the Yangtze River, or Yangzhou on the north. My lord, you Where do you think he will be? If you were a literati, where would you end up?"

Pei Jingning raised his eyebrows high, why did he feel that there was a hole waiting for him in these words.

"grown ups?"

Pei Jingning's eyes held a few half-smiles, calm and peaceful, and seemed to contain a little deep meaning.

Is it hard to answer this question as a man?Yeats thought of something, realized why Mr. Pei didn't answer, her beautiful willow eyebrows also raised high, did Mr. Pei choose it?
Teng Chong didn't know why the two were dumb. He didn't care who the literati were, so he stood at the door and shouted directly, "If I want to choose, it must be Yangzhou City in Jiangbei! There are beautiful scenery, delicious food, and beauties, so why hesitate. "

Yeats snorted at him, "Yangzhou is the richest city in the world, how much money can you, a small headhunter, have to enjoy these beautiful scenery, delicacies, and beauties?"

Well, Yangzhou is the world of big salt merchants, only they have a lot of money to support skinny horses and beauties, forget it, he'd better be a small headhunter in the capital.

Yeats turned his head, "My lord?"

"You guess this person is in Yangzhou?"

"Your Excellency, don't you think he's in Yangzhou?"

Pei Jingning smiled slightly, sat down, drank tea, and still didn't answer.

Teng Chong curled his lips: "If you are as sour as Jiang Yunlei, you might choose Runzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. I heard that the temples there are so clean and suitable for self-cultivation."

After a while, Jiang Yunlei followed Qin Dachuan to the inn. He shouted excitedly, "Master Pei, have you caught him? Where is he? I want to ask him why he lied to me and why he wanted to kill my father?"

Qin Dachuan said helplessly to Yezhi, "I said that our lord just drew a portrait based on the clues you provided. He didn't believe it, so he insisted that we caught the murderer."

Yeats smiled and said, "Young Master Jiang, if we had caught the murderer, we would have given it to the Yamen a long time ago, why would we still confirm with you with a portrait?"

"..." Jiang Yunlei still didn't believe it, "You've never seen this person before, how could you draw such a resemblance?"

Yeats said, "So the person I drew is the young son who tricked you into living in your house four years ago?"