A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Yeats was really angry.

"Brother Teng, why didn't you remind me?"

Teng Chong looked wronged: "You big man, why do you care about these things, besides, Mr. Pei will not do anything to you, what are you afraid of?"

Teng Chong now trusts Pei Shaoqing very much. He obviously likes Ye Pingshi, but he behaves like a gentleman. He is indeed the best son in his mind.

"You..." What did Yeats say, not only did the surname Pei know that he was a woman, but she actually asked her to pretend to be a bed-warming girl, did she just pretend to be...

Uh... what was she thinking.

Yeats felt that if she stayed with these people again, she would definitely become nervous, so she changed into ordinary women's clothes and left the private courtyard.

Yang Fuquan immediately jumped up and followed, "Sister Ye, wait for me."

"Brother Ye is really angry?" Teng Chong thought to himself, could it be that the joke is too big.

Qin Dachuan shook his head, and went after Ye Yang and the two of them.

"..." Teng Chongzhanger couldn't figure out what Uncle Qin's expression was like.

If you can't find out from the front, then ask from the side, she doesn't believe that you can't find out the monthly profit of Meiyuan.

For three days in a row, Yeats participated in almost all the activities in Meiyuan from morning to midnight, such as poetry gatherings, tea parties, auctions, gourmet singing and dancing, Meiyuan is simply a city that never sleeps with entertainment for future generations.

The management is in place, the system is comprehensive, as long as the head is not run over by a car, the monthly income of this villa is 10 taels, so will Luo Qingyun, the owner of Meiyuan, still be that down-and-out scholar?
"Uncle Qin, have you found out about Luo Qingyun's family background?"

Qin Dachuan nodded: "It is said that he is an offshoot son of the Luo family of the Pengcheng family. He passed the examination, and the family has connections. He served as the princess of a small county, and was later promoted to county captain. He is loved by the people because of his fairness in handling cases."

"Since this is the case, why don't good officials go to Yangzhou to make money and become a bad businessman?" Teng Chong asked.

Yeats did understand: "To be loved by the people, one must do practical things for the sake of the people, but doing practical things in the officialdom will inevitably block some officials' way of making money, and those who are blocked will naturally not let him exist."

Teng Chong was not Fenqing, he could understand Yeats's words, and sighed, "Could it be killing the rich and helping the poor?"

Yeats shook his head, "There are still two that have not been investigated, and it is not yet time to draw conclusions."

"Ready to go to the next house?"

Yeats nodded.

It was no surprise that Luo Qingyun received the news from the steward, "All the money that should be refunded will be refunded to him."

"Master, who do these people seem to be looking for?" The steward said, "That bed-warming girl has searched our manor all over the place. Looking at her, she's not a bed-warming girl at all, but rather..."

For a while, the steward couldn't describe it.

Luo Qingyun smiled with sophistication, "I'm afraid Yangzhou City will be shaken."

"so smart?"

"Look."

"Then we..." The steward looked nervous.

Luo Qingyun was very calm, "We don't do anything illegal, so what are we afraid of?"

"Too."

Qingxi Bieyuan is really not called for nothing. The stream around the Bieyuan is gentle. "In spring, it must be artistic and interesting to hold a table of music."

Teng Chong was not interested in these literary things, "Hurry up and handle the case, and let the water flow, you have ink in your belly."

"No." Yeats smiled brightly.

"Then think about these crumpled things."

They waited until Qingxi Bieyuan released them before they stopped chatting.

Zhuangzi is not big, so he didn't expect to be under martial law.

Yeats and Pei Jingning looked at each other, there is something in it!

Unlike the owner of the Plum Garden, Luo Qingyun, the owner of the Plum Garden, did not show up until Pei Jingning left. Unexpectedly, the handsome man Ning appeared on the screen, and the proprietress of Qingxi Bieyuan greeted him personally, "It's really distinguished guests. Pi Shenghui, the humble concubine Luo Qiniang welcomes Mr. Ning."

Pei Jingning walked with his hands behind his back, the gentleness when getting along with Yeats and others disappeared at this moment, and what was released was the arrogance, indifference, and alienation of the rich.

The proprietress was as indifferent as she had never seen before, and she still greeted her warmly, "Mr. Ning, please—" She wished she could praise her to the sky.

Teng Chong and the others seemed to be used to it, and they didn't show much. They walked forward coldly with the appearance of a rich man's thug.

Yeats was not used to it, he let out a sigh of relief, and followed a group of people into the Qingxi courtyard.

The high courtyard walls have long blocked the flowing stream outside. Inside, the pavilions, pavilions, and rock gardens are still green in winter. It is really a private courtyard for the rich.

The proprietress didn't let Pei Jingning speak, and arranged for him to live in the best yard, "The slave family will not disturb Mr. Pei's rest, if you have any orders, feel free to ask someone to come to the slave family."

The proprietress waved her champagne, three steps at a time, out of the sight of Yeats and the others.

Yang Fuquan leaned to Yeats' side, "Sister Ye, I don't think this is a place for good people to stay."

"Good people don't come to this kind of place." Yeats said with a smile.

"..." Xiao Quanzi was her elder sister Ye's opponent, and he was choked on a word. If the good people don't come, then they are good people or bad people.

Teng Chong and others were amused by Yang Fuquan, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud when Pei Shaoqing was present, so they could only hold back a secret laugh.

On the second day, when Yeats, Teng Chong and others visited the garden, they found that Qingxi Bieyuan was different from Meiyuan Villa.

During the day, some literati came into the garden, but besides drinking tea, they discussed poetry and essays, and at most played chess in the small pavilion. It was not as lively as Meiyuan Villa, and it was too clean.

"Such a big other courtyard, just sit for nothing?"

Zhang Jin couldn't help but said: "I've inquired, and they also collect money. Those who come in, each of them is three taels of silver."

Yang Fuquan counted heads on tiptoe, "One or two..." There were not many people in total.

"Brother Ye, this is not normal!"

Yeats also frowned, could it be that this Luo Qiniang knew Pei Jingning's identity, so she stopped all activities, and what she saw now was just a false appearance?
The enemy is not moving, how to investigate the case?

Ye Zhi returned to the private courtyard and found Pei Jingning.

"My lord... Could it be that the ransomist behind Luo Qiniang recognizes you?"

Pei Jingning did not deny it.

"Then why does your lord agree to my opinion to go to Qingxi other courtyard?"

Everyone knows his details, how to investigate the case?

Pei Jingning calmly said, "Just stay for a few more days."

"..." What can I do if I live for a month and don't move for a month.

Pei Jingning raised his eyebrows, "Do you think they can hold back for a month?"

"..." Yeats pursed his lips habitually because he knew how to guard against them.

Pei Jingning was in a good mood, and poured him a cup of tea himself, "There's no rush, didn't you say you want to visit Yangzhou, so go shopping as much as you want."

Yeats' heart moved, and he instantly understood what Mr. Pei meant.

"Yes, my lord."