A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

The New Year is just around the corner, and people are busy celebrating the New Year, whether in the bustling capital or in remote villages.

Prince Zhao Qi'an of Nanping County was very leisurely. Looking at the heavy snowfall outside the pavilion and the blanket of snow, he invited Pei Shaoqing, who was too busy to touch the ground, to come over.

Pei Jingning took off his cloak, and Bai Lang quickly brushed the fallen snow off his master's body, then took the cloak and retreated.

In an instant, only Zhao and Pei were left in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Pei Jingning frowned slightly, looking a little impatient, "What's the matter?" He sat down, picked up the cup and covered his hands.

Zhao Qian smiled casually, "Ask your Zhizhi, was it possible to catch the murderer years ago?"

Pei Jingning's brows could kill a fly, "Can you call me Zhizhi?"

"I already said 'your Zhi Zhi'."

"The next time I hear the word Zhizhi, I will not only bring you Hongxiaoyuan, but also Guangjulou."

"Hmph!" Zhao Qian snorted, "From the murder on New Year's Eve to the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, I haven't been open for four days. What's the difference between being cheated by you?"

Pei Jingning glanced at him, as if you deserved it.

Zhao Qi pretended to shake his head and sighed, "It is said that your Zhi..."

Pei Jingning pointed at him with the cup in hand, as if you should try again.

"Okay..." Zhao Qian surrendered, "There are still three days left. Can your Lord Ye solve the case?"

Pei Jingning lowered his head and blew on the floating tea leaves without responding.

Zhao Qian leaned on the rocking chair, covered with a plush blanket, and said with a smile, "I heard that your Lord Ye has no unsolved cases in any case. Is it true?"

"What do you think?" Pei Jingning glanced at him angrily.

Zhao Qian looked at him and smiled, "There are three days left for the New Year. Three days, Pei Ziqian, aren't you in a hurry?"

Pei Jingning glanced at him, leaned on the shaking head, and swayed comfortably for a few times. If he had a fishing rod, he could reach out to fish outside the small villa. Unfortunately, the small lake was so frozen that he could even skate on it.

Zhao Qian saw that he was really not in a hurry, so he sat up straight and leaned forward to look at him, "As for my men, there are hundreds of guests in the restaurant alone, plus the eight guests invited by Minister Ding, There are more than a thousand people related to the eight guests. Several of your people from the capital are checking one by one. How long will it take to find out?"

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" He had been very busy during this period, and he suddenly relaxed. He was very tired and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhao Qi'an stood up and looked at the snowy lake through the side without curtains. He put one hand behind his back and played with the beeswax beads with the other, "The position of Minister of the Ministry of Finance is vacant. I wonder who the Lord will promote?"

Pei Jingning opened his eyes suddenly, "Who do you want to promote?"

"Me?" Zhao Qian turned around with a smile, "Don't you think Shi Lang Cen died at the right time?"

Pei Jingning narrowed his eyes.

The money copied from several cases went to the Household Department and was distributed by the Household Department. Unexpectedly, after all the money was distributed, the Minister of Household Affairs also died.

Pei Jingning remained silent, and Zhao Qian sighed, "I see you didn't reach out to help Mr. Ye, so you just let her investigate by herself? This is not a case of civilians killing civilians. If you don't help, this case will That's all."

Pei Jingning's lips pursed unconsciously.

Zhao Qian felt that he had listened and sat back on the rocking chair, "What are you going to do?"

Pei Jingning raised his eyes, looking puzzled.

Zhao Qian reached out and slapped him on the shoulder, "You won't always let her dress up as a man and investigate the case like a man, right?"

"Mind your own business." Pei Jingning reached out and knocked the hand that fell on his shoulder.

Zhao Qi'an didn't care about the kindness of a donkey, and shook the rocking chair, "A daughter of a petty official, what status do you plan to give her? Concubine, noble concubine?"

"Zhao Qian, you are too lenient!" "If this case cannot be solved, who will fulfill the Holy Spirit's golden words?" Zhao Qian's implication is that Yeats took over the case.

If the case is not handled well, and she is a woman, she will definitely leave Dali Temple. After leaving, Pei Jingning will definitely not let go, won't he take her back?
Pei Jingning stood up suddenly, spoke condescendingly, and said coldly, "Don't worry, even if the case cannot be solved, I can still find a way to prevent the Lord from blaming her." After saying that, she kicked him.

Zhao Qian dodged and the rocking chair almost turned over.

Pei Jingning walked away angrily with his hands behind his hands.

Zhao Qian's scolding came from behind him, "I..." He managed to steady the rocking chair, stood up from the chair, straightened the golden crown, "$#, you are so protective of the calf, how can you marry home and be a wife? !”

He later thought about it and said, "$#, no way, I really want to marry him back home!"

As soon as he left Zhao Qi'an's annex, Mo Song stepped forward to report, "Sir, there is someone coming from the palace. Your Majesty asked you to come into the palace to respond."

Pei Jingning looked at the snow that was falling more and more, took a deep breath, "Let's go."

"Yes, sir."

Mo Song and Bai Lang followed their master towards the palace.

Yeats has been lying on his desk sorting out the information gathered by several people, constantly sorting out the case lines on the small blackboard, and deducing the murderer's murder route.

Yang Fuquan muttered, "It would be great if Mr. Zhao is here. He is the prince of the county and can help Brother Ye sort out Mr. Cen's interpersonal relationships."

Yeats, who was combing his thoughts, stopped writing when he heard Xiao Quanzi's words and looked at Zhao Bai's workstation. Yes, Mr. Zhao hasn't been here for two days.

"He is sick?It was the Chinese New Year, and Yeats was too embarrassed to say it.

Xiao Quanzi pouted, "I heard there was something going on at home."

Oh, people celebrating the New Year, how could people with their status not be busy? Yeats smiled and continued to sort out the case.

When lunch was about to begin, Lu Sicheng came over and said, "Ye Pingshi——"

"My lord——" Yeats quickly stood up and saluted.

He said, "Just now, Mr. Fan said that the emperor has issued a decree that those who were brought to Dali Temple by us for the case should be released if they are not found guilty."

Mr. Fan is the minister of Dali Temple and the biggest BOSS in Dali Temple.

It stands to reason that those who cooperated with the investigation should have been released after being questioned when they came in. However, there are not that many people actually handling the case. If they cannot be questioned for a while, they will not be released as quickly as possible.

Four days have passed since the incident, and he must be released.

"My lord, you make the decision."

Prime Minister Lu thought to himself, this case is yours, so I must give you face. On the surface, Mr. Lu still smiled at the celebrity in front of Pei Shaoqing, "Okay, then I will notify the following to release him."

"it is good."

Yeats stood until Lu Sicheng left. She seemed to have thought of something and followed him.

Yang Fuquan asked, "Brother Ye, what are you doing?"

"Xiao Quanzi, find Uncle Qin and ask him to follow me quickly."

"Okay."

It was snowing heavily, and when a person who had been locked up for four days came out of the dark cell and saw the bright outside, he felt as if he was in another world.

A charming-looking woman smoothed her messy hair on her temples, took a deep breath, and stepped on the thick snow, making a squeaking sound that echoed in the cold snow.