A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Concubine Pei pulled his son to understand the case in Yeats' hands, "Ziqian, Wen Chao is your cousin's favorite son, if you don't help him find out the murderer who killed his son, what face will your father have when he returns to his hometown for sacrifices?" Zu, don’t you think so?”

Again!
Whenever his father wanted to contribute to the family, he always said this, and Pei Jingning's ears felt calloused, "Father..."

The father and son were talking here, and Princess Ning'an called Bai Lang to ask, "Tell me honestly, what's the matter with Ziqian recently?"

Bai Lang didn't dare to speak, so he had no choice but to talk, "Return to Your Highness, the master has been away from the capital for nearly two months, and he has accumulated a lot of things. Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, he has been a little angry lately..."

"That's it..." Princess Ning'an thought to herself, why didn't she believe it?

Bai Lang nodded honestly, "Your Highness, what the little one said is true."

Princess Ning An quietly looked over to her son. The son was being chased by the son-in-law and asked about the murder of his nephew. Was it really because of official business?
Bai Lang was quite skilled, and his hearing was better than others. When he heard that the son-in-law was asking about Pei Wenchao's case, he immediately added, "Return to Your Highness, because the murderer of Pei Shilang has not been caught for a long time, the master is also very upset."

When Princess Ning An heard this, she snorted coldly, "What's bothering you? Tell Ziqian, what should I do..." All day long, Princess Ning An has been annoying in the capital all day long under the name of the son-in-law. After seeing these Pei clan members, I have long wanted to drive them back to Jiangzhou.

Princess Ning'an's thoughts were smoothly diverted by Bai Lang, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh mother, although Your Highness is the master's biological mother, it is not honorable to be rejected by a man with a broken sleeve. Don't let Your Highness do this." knew.

As the New Year is approaching, Yeats and others also speed up the investigation of the case, and the group takes time to exchange the information returned from the investigation.

Qin Dachuan said, "Pei Wenchao's friends are all dudes in the capital, almost all of them are the second sons or favored concubines. Drunk and dreaming, I don’t do serious things anyway.”

Teng Chong clicked his tongue, "The murderer of the Qianya case is definitely a knight who upholds justice. He killed all the damn scum."

Yang Fuquan also agreed, "I think so too."

Yeats shook his head, "Whether he kills or sets fire, it should be the law that can sanction him, or even kill him, not the so-called chivalrous behavior. If everyone kills with chivalry like a murderer, the country will still What do you want the law for?"

Zhang Jindao said, "If the Yamen and Dali Temple can't do it, or those who can't do it, let the knights do it, and save the common people from harm. Anyway, the common people applaud."

Pei Wenchao was killed, and I heard that many small restaurants almost set off cannons to celebrate.

Zhao Bai looked indifferent and did not participate in the evaluation.

Yeats took a breath and continued to ask, "Uncle Qin, please sort out all the social relationships related to Pei Wenchao that you found and give it to me. I will handle the cellar case after it is over."

Qin Dachuan nodded: "Okay."

Yeats said, "You will stay in Dali Temple for the next two days to sort things out, and the day after tomorrow you will go out with us to investigate the cellar case."

"Okay." Qin Dachuan looked for a pen to sort out the information he had investigated in the past few days.

When several people meet, it is usually Yeats, Teng Chong, and Zhang Jin who raise questions. During the questions and answers, they each check for clues about the case.

Sitting between them, Zhao Bai seldom intervened, and what he did most was to help them record the case.

Yeats said, "Since there are rumors that the gambler has returned to his hometown, we will ask Si Cheng from the Guangdong and Guangdong Department to quickly help find out whether this person has returned."

Zhang Jin said: "I have asked my colleagues from the Ministry of Guangdong and Guangdong to help me investigate."

"How long does it take for information to be fed back?"

"It's the Chinese New Year, and someone happens to come to Beijing to report on his work. He should be there soon."

"That's good."

Yeats added, "There is also the rumor that the second oldest child of the Ping family was drowned. It is said that the third child of the Ping family was pushed down by the Huaizhou Canal. He also hurriedly looked for Jiangnan."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Teng Chong was familiar with people in Jiangnan.

Seeing that the meeting was over, Zhang Jin was about to get busy with his knife. He was stopped by Yeats, "Is there a list of missing persons from three to five years ago?"

Yeats's task today is to investigate the missing persons and find the missing persons who are of the same size as the deceased.

Zhang Jin said: "Jingzhao Yamen asked me to get it today, and I will go later."

"You get busy, I'll go." Yeats stood up, "Who can I find over there to get it?"

Zhao Bai stood up and said, "I know the meritorious officer responsible for the disappearance of Ben Ji. I will take you there."

He is also considered a member of Ye's small group, Yeats didn't show politeness to him, and nodded, "Okay."

A group of people are busy with their own things.

Yeats and Zhao Bai went out of Dali Temple to the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion together. They rode side by side on a big horse. They were all like cypresses. Looking at them from a distance, they were full of youth and high spirits. Erlang is so nice.

Bai Lang secretly glanced at the carriage, just as the northwest wind blew the curtains, the direction of the owner's gaze was towards the retreating figures of Zhao and Ye.

The master's face was colder than the northwest wind outside.

Bai Lang muttered again, what do you want to see, if you like it, you can do it, and you'll get over the pain, and you won't be so uncertain about gains and losses.

What should I do if both of them are men?Bai Lang's heart is really a little far away.

Yeats and Zhao Bai did not leave the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion after getting the list of missing persons. The two of them had a simple lunch at a small restaurant nearby. Meet the missing person.

Until dark, the two screened 17 people.

"Tomorrow we will visit one by one."

Zhao Baidao, "I am with Master Ye."

"it is good."

The two reined in their horses and bid farewell at the crossroads.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Zhao." After saying that, Yeats pulled the reins and said goodbye to Zhao Bai.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Ye." With a smile on his face, Zhao Bai stopped his horse and waved his hands. He waited until Yeats turned around the street and could not see him, then he whipped his whip and went back home.

There was a carriage parked quietly in the shadows at the corner of the crossroads.

It wasn't until Zhao Bai disappeared from their sight that Bai Lang dared to ask, "Master, it's getting late, do you want to go to Nanping County King's appointment?"

The arrogant curtain fell, and the arrogant wife said nothing.

Bai Lang doesn't know where the master is going?Going back home, going to an appointment, or somewhere else?
The northwest wind was blowing, passing through the empty avenue, Pei Jingning sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, unable to concentrate on doing anything, stretched out his hand to grab the center of his brow, and suddenly said a word, "Let's go!"

Grandpa, I know to go, the question is where are you going!

On the second day, Dianhaomao and his team met, and the troops were divided into three groups to investigate again.

17 people, Yeats took Zhao, Yang, and Qin to visit one by one. For three days, they found two people with similar body shapes. He took them to Yizhuang to identify them. The family members said, "My wife was not wearing the same clothes that day when she left." This outfit.”

"These clothes don't look like my brother's."

After three days of checking, none of them matched.

Did someone go missing and didn't report it to the Yamen?