A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Ye Zhi had just washed up and got into bed when the Ye family was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door. Yang Fuquan opened the door and said, "Brother Teng?"

Teng Chong rode over all the way, his whole body was filled with chills: "The murder of the Minister of Household Affairs alarmed the Holy Emperor and ordered Dali Temple to investigate the case thoroughly. He quickly called Brother Ye."

Yang Fuquan quickly went to call Yeats.

The Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs was a fourth-rank official in the imperial court. He was in charge of the land, the people, the government of money and valleys, and the difference in tribute. He had a high and powerful position, but he was killed on Xiaoda's eve.

Yeats quickly got out of bed, wiped his face quickly and rode to the scene of the crime with Teng Chong and others.

It was a cold winter day. When Yeats and others arrived, the blood shed by the deceased had solidified.

Yan Zuozuo was conducting an autopsy while wearing gloves: "The stab wound to the heart was a fatal injury and he died of excessive blood loss."

Yeats held a magnifying glass: "There are no fingerprints on the handle of the knife. It has been manually wiped." He is another murderer with anti-reconnaissance capabilities.

Yan Wu used his hands to gesture the depth and slope of the knife stabbing, "The murderer's strength is not strong..."

Yeats pointed to the blood stains on the ground and said, "When the knife penetrated, it was not very fast, so there was not much blood spattered on the ground. The rupture of the heart veins occurred gradually, causing the blood to drip onto the ground in a flowing form."

"Maybe..." Yan Yuzuo looked at Yeats, "It's a woman."

"Maybe." Yeats agreed with his speculation. She squatted on the ground and looked for the footprints next to the deceased. They had had a dinner in the private room, and the footprints on the ground were messy, making it difficult to obtain evidence.

Yan Zuozuo opened the mouth of the deceased and smelled, "I drank a lot of wine. I guess he was stabbed in the front when he was drunk and unconscious."

Yeats checked the dead man's fingers and arms: "There are hardly any traces of resistance left, Mr. Yan, extract the residue from his mouth and check if there is any sweat medicine."

"it is good."

Yeats stood up and asked, "Which set of tableware was used by Minister Cen?"

Xiao Er was so frightened that he hadn't recovered yet, Mr. Minister, that was a high official who could meet the emperor, but he died in the private room where he was serving, so he deserved to pay for it!
The young man was terrified, and hurriedly led Yeats to the leftovers table, pointed to a set of cutlery at the head of the table and said tremblingly: "This... here..."

Yeats quickly squatted down and checked it carefully with a magnifying glass. There were a few fingerprints, but these fingerprints were facing outwards, which was the direction the deceased held in his hand when drinking, and there was a high probability that they were left by the deceased.

But she didn't let it go, and asked Yang Fuquan to bring a muslin bag and take away all the tableware used by Cen Shilang as evidence.

"Teng Butou..."

Chief Teng was at the door interrogating the relevant personnel of the restaurant and the guests who had not left the surrounding private rooms. When he heard Ye Zhi calling for Zhang Jin to take over the work, he came to Ye Zhi and said, "Brother Ye——"

"Have all the guests in the private rooms been called back tonight?"

"Lu Si Cheng has already sent someone to call him."

Yeats nodded, "Also, all the singers and geishas who were adding to the fun were brought to Dali Temple for questioning."

"Yes." Teng Chong went to work.

Yeats looked at the layout of the private rooms and asked, "Who is the person in charge of the restaurant?"

In normal times, the most prominent Guangjulou shopkeeper in the capital would take a small official like Yeats seriously, but today the Minister of Household Affairs died in his restaurant, and even the emperor knew about it, and he had no airs anymore.

The shopkeeper took a step forward, dripping with sweat, "I'm here... I'm here... What do you want to ask, sir?"

"Is there a door here?" Yeats walked to the carved lattice next to the corpse. It looked like a screen and a secret door. Yeats stretched out his hand to push it, but did not push it.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and pushed twice, the door opened, it was a secret door, "This is the place where tea and wine are kept in the private room."

When Yeats walked in, it was a dark room for storing sundries. It was not connected to anything except the secret door, but there was no problem in hiding one or two people.

The shopkeeper explained: "After the guests reserve this room, they will order drinks. Our restaurant will put wine, tea, and some spare tableware here before the guests come, so that they can supply the needs of the guests in time after the banquet. "

Yeats asked: "Tonight, is Lord Cen the treater or the invitee?"

"It's a guest."

"Who is the treater?" "Sir, it's his colleague, the right minister of household affairs, Mr. Ding."

The Ministry of Household Affairs generally has one minister, who is the third rank; two ministers, called the left and right ministers. In ancient times, the left was considered the most respected, and the left was slightly higher in official position. The left minister was the fourth rank, and the right minister was the fourth rank.

"Why the treat?"

The shopkeeper said, "I don't know about this little one."

Yeats looked at him with disbelief.

"The young one is just a shopkeeper, so he can know the affairs between the big shots."

Yeats chuckled, not believing what he said, but she stopped asking and said, "Give me the list of all the guests in this and the surrounding private rooms."

The shopkeeper said in embarrassment: "The restaurant only registers the name of the host who invited guests. As for who he invited, I only know the number, not the name."

Yeats looked serious, "Then ask the person who treats the guests to report all the names, and you ask all the receptionists and waiters in the restaurant to correspond one by one. If any one is wrong, do you know which way the door of Dali Temple opens?"

The shopkeeper was not intimidated by Yeats. After all, the owner who could open one of the largest restaurants in the capital must be rich or noble. He handed over his hand, "Sir, the younger one will definitely cooperate with Dali Temple, but the younger one will not scare the older ones. The younger one..."

Before the shopkeeper could say anything, Pei Jingning arrived.

Yeats stepped forward and saluted, "My lord——"

Pei Jingning just came out of the palace.

"How?" he asked.

Yeats said: "No useful evidence has been found so far."

The shopkeeper bowed his head and hurriedly came over to salute, "I have seen Pei Shaoqing before."

Pei Jingning had a stern look on his face: "What did you want to say just now?"

"No...no...little one..." The shopkeeper knelt down in fright.

Yeats glanced at the shopkeeper disdainfully and approached Pei Jingning.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yeats asked in a low voice, "Who is the owner of this restaurant?"

"Is it related to handling the case?" Pei Jingning looked at the distance between the two of them and remained calm.

Yeats replied, "Of course you need to know everything to investigate a case."

Pei Jingning nodded, "It's the property of Nanping County King Zhao Qi'an."

"Oh." Yeats nodded to express his understanding.

The word "piaopiao" surprised Pei Jingning.

As a judge of Dali Temple, if Yeats didn't know about the relationship between Pei Jingning and Nanping County Prince Zhao Qi'an, she would have gotten out of there as soon as possible.

Even the emperor knew that this night was destined to be sleepless.

After a while, Mr. Ding, the right servant of the Household Department, arrived to treat the guests. In the middle of winter, he wiped his sweat and came to Pei Jingning. "Ding has met Pei Shaoqing."

Pei Jingning asked coldly: "Master Ding, you left before the guests left. What kind of way do you treat guests?"

Lord Ding, a fat man in his 40s, was frightened when he heard what Pei Jingning said, and immediately shouted: "Pei Shaoqing, Ding can swear to God, I must have sent Lord Cen to the door and watched him get on the carriage before leaving. .”

Yeats and others were shocked.