A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 147 147 Fireworks Case (4)

The monk in gray and white robes stopped and turned his head.

Eyes met Yeats: "The donor is called a poor monk?"

Yeats nodded.

The monk's smile was like the warm sun in winter.

Yeats didn't see it, so she turned to the shop owner and said, "A bowl of clear porridge." After saying that, she took out two cents from her purse and said, "Pair it with a white steamed bun."

"Okay!" The shopkeeper took the money and happily went to make porridge and steamed buns.

The monk turned around and thanked him devoutly, "Thank you so much, donor."

Yeats avoided it and did not accept his thanks directly. "Master, you're welcome."

The shopkeeper scooped a spoonful of porridge and said, "Bring the bowl here."

The monk stretched out his hand devoutly and respectfully held the bowl for the shopkeeper to pour the porridge. "Hey, this is the steamed bun that the guest bought for you." After saying this, he stuffed it into the monk's hand.

When he turned around, he muttered, "These days, good-looking monks are even treated to meals."

"..." Now Yeats was really embarrassed. He took the copywriting bag and left the breakfast shop as if he was running away.

The monk stood in the corner of the wall facing the sun, squatted down, held a bowl in one hand and a steamed bun in the other, taking a mouthful of clear porridge soup and a mouthful of white steamed buns, eating with relish.

The sun is rising, and its light shines through the clouds to warm the world.

Yeats disappeared into the crowd on the street, and the monk finished his porridge. He stood up, quietly glanced at the direction in which she disappeared, and turned to leave.

In the afternoon, Zhang Jin came back from outside and said, "I couldn't find Mrs. Liu's girl."

Yeats is transcribing his patrons one by one, looking for possible suspects.

She raised her head and said, "According to old man Da Geng, this girl came to the capital last summer to look for relatives. She fainted at Lady Liu's door during a rainstorm. After being rescued by Lady Liu, she worked as a maid in her house."

Zhang Jin said: "We have searched all nearby intersections, docks and Jinkou, and no one has seen a girl around 20 years old."

"Cao Cao..." Yeats read the girl's name again, "It's probably a fake."

"What should I do?"

Teng Chong came in from the outside and said loudly, "What should I do? She has been living in the alley for more than half a year. Everyone in the alley must have seen her. Brother Ye, just draw a picture. As long as it is a thief, I can definitely catch it." live."

Yeats agreed and looked towards the workstation behind her. She hadn't officially started work yet. Mr. Zhao was not here, so it seemed that she could only paint by herself.

Teng Chong untied the big knife and put it on the desk, and said: "Brother Ye, I heard that during the Chinese New Year, there are still a few cases that Lu Sicheng is pressing on. It seems that we have to get on duty in advance."

When murderers kill people, they certainly don't look at whether the government officials are on duty or not. They kill whenever they want. What can they do?

Yeats classified the number of times the benefactors he was remembering for seeking pleasure were divided into first categories: "These few come to Madam Liu almost every once in a while, so let's start with them."

"Row."

Several people thought about how to separate the investigation, and almost made a decision.

At the door, Yang Fuquan and Lady Liu's big yellow dog were waiting to go on duty with Yeats.

Before Yeats could touch the horse's rope, Bai Lang appeared out of nowhere and said, "Master Ye, my father has invited -"

Didn't we just meet him last night? Why are we here again? For some reason, Yeats blushed a little when he thought of yesterday's scene.

Teng Chong and others seemed to have not seen Bai Lang, and ran away like thieves.

"..."

Yeats followed Bai Lang and just after turning around an intersection, he saw Pei Jingning's carriage.

For some reason, she had a phobia of getting on the carriage, and she just wouldn't get on the carriage.

Pei Jingning had no choice but to get out of the car and ask for help, "Master Ye——"

Yeats blushed, "Sir, I haven't slept since midnight last night!" Pei Jingning stretched out his hand to help her get into the carriage, "Get in the carriage and take a nap first."

Yeats really didn't want to ride in the same carriage with him, but he hugged and helped him get into the carriage.

She sat far away.

Pei Jingning smiled when she saw her, but didn't tease her, "She'll be there soon."

Is there a problem?Yeats wondered, watching fireworks again?No way.

Lord Shaoqing was like a roundworm in Lord Ye's belly, "You will know when we get there."

Still engaging in mystery?Did Yeats guess that he was going to dinner?Guess if this is a show that girls like?What could that be?
Half an hour later, Yeats was taken to a place by Pei Jingning. It was indeed a place that girls liked - the embroidery workshop, where there were all kinds of beautiful clothes.

"Sir, this is..."

"I'll take you somewhere, but you need to change your clothes."

Yeats didn't move, his face was pale. Wearing women's clothing in this world meant becoming a man's vassal, and she didn't want to wear it.

Of course Pei Jingning saw it.

"It's for official business."

Yeats looked at him in disbelief: "Just like when women disguise themselves as men in Yangzhou?"

"Ah."

Pei Jingning had no bad deeds with Yeats, and she believed his words.

"What is the occasion? Can you dress simply and plainly?"

Pei Jingning smiled slightly and said, "No."

Yeats always felt that Shaoqing was doing business privately, but he thought that when he was in Yangzhou, he had already seen her wearing women's clothes, and there seemed to be no need to lie to her.

When he was in Yangzhou, Yeats dressed up as Xiaojiabiyu, which was different from the one he dressed up in Riches this time.

Dressed up by Mingzhu and Zhuzhen, they were all dressed up, almost wearing pearls and emeralds. Fortunately, Yeats stopped them and only wore two or three gold hairpins and Huasheng as a sign of their appearance.

A light orange-red cloak, a white brocade coat inlaid with gold thread, with snow-white white fox fur sewn on the edges. A light orange-red forged belt of the same color as the cloak is wrapped around the waist, and a piece of fine Wada is inlaid in the middle of the belt. Beautiful jade, a fine mutton-fat jade pendant is tied to the left side of the belt and hung around the waist.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Yeats was not used to it.

"No...no...dressed up..." Yeats stretched out his hand to take down Huasheng, but was stopped by Mingzhu, "Master Ye, this is the simplest one. If you take it away again, you should punish us." ”

When Yeats heard that Pei Jingning wanted to punish someone, he couldn't bear the girl suffering, so he had to give up.

Mingzhu covered her mouth and smiled secretly. Every time she said that the master wanted to punish them, Master Ye became soft-hearted. They really met a good master.

"Master Ye, I have been waiting for you outside for a long time, how about..."

Yeats lowered his head and looked at the complicated clothes, unable to do anything about it, "I'm doing this for..." She suddenly thought that this was for official duties, and Mr. Shaoqing should be rewarded.

She hurriedly held up her skirt and walked out quickly, "Sir..."

Pei Jingning stood in the waiting room with his hands behind his hands, not knowing what to look at on the wall. Hearing Yeats's call, he turned around looking for the sound.

The little lady was wearing a light orange cloak and running towards him like wind and fire.

She has a slender waist, skin like gelatin, apricot eyes and peach cheeks, and her whole person is like a flower and jade, charming and charming, and her smile will captivate the whole city.

Pei Jingning's eyes flickered, and his heart palpitated.

He stepped forward to meet her.

"Zhizhi..." In the living room of the main hall, the young nobleman is tall and slender, with sharp eyebrows. When he lowers his head to look at the young lady, his eyebrows are soft, and his face is smiling and tender.

(End of this chapter)