A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 202 202 Peach Branch Case (9)

The night was quiet.

Mo Song followed Yeats out of the room early and hid behind the stable of the inn to watch the disabled little boy sleep.

Yang Fuquan couldn't hold it back, "Brother Ye, are you afraid that the little boy's legs are fake?"

"It's true that the leg is disabled." Mo Song couldn't help but replied coldly.

"Then why are you staring at him?"

Seeing that the little boy was asleep, Yeats stretched out his hand and shushed, then tiptoed out of the carriage shed, stood in an open space, and looked around.

"Guard Mo..."

Mo Song looked at her.

"You know Qing Gong, right?"

"What does Ye Pingshi want to do?"

She pointed to the roof of the carriage shed, "The roof of the shed is covered with grass. I'm afraid it will trample it if I climb up."

"what do you want to see?"

"Help me find out which yard has a peach tree around."

In the darkness, the disabled little boy in the corner of the stable heard a voice not far away. His eyes suddenly opened and he almost turned over. He felt the cold light of the knife and suddenly closed his eyes again and pretended to sleep. Brother Biaozi had already He was dead, he had lost one of his legs, and he didn't want to die.

As soon as Yeats finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew over, and suddenly there was the flash of swords.

Mo Song did not fly to the roof of the shed at all, but quickly drew his sword to protect Yeats.

The masked men in black pounced on Yeats one by one like dumplings.

Yeats wailed: "If you don't dig for gold and silver, why are you killing me?"

The man in black was as unmoved as the robot.

Yeats was accustomed to carrying a short dagger when traveling, and could only use it for general self-defense. He quickly fell into a disadvantage against this kind of professional assassination. Seeing that he was about to drag down Mo Song, he tried to find a way to form a defense with Yang Fuquan.

Professionals are professionals. These killers didn't give Yeats a chance at all. They attacked her with broadswords and long swords.

Mo Song cloned himself to protect her, and when he saw that he was about to be stabbed, she roared and waved a dagger and was about to go forward, but someone swung his sword from the side and blocked Mo Song's blade.

Just as Yeats was about to breathe a sigh of relief, two men in black attacked him from behind.

bang.

With a spin, she was pulled away, and the two men in black were slashed by swords, and blood spattered.

Yeats instinctively covered his face to avoid it. In the blink of an eye, countless torches lit up, suddenly like daylight.

Yeats was just about to see who had blocked the assassin for her. It turned out to be her Lord Shaoqing. She shouted in surprise, "My Lord——"

The people from the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division rushed to the moat pier like heavenly soldiers and generals. The men in black were defeated and withdrew one after another.

"Sir..." Yeats ran over and put his arms around Pei Jingning's waist.

Bai Lang took the master's sword and stepped aside. In the sky filled with torches, Master Shaoqing hugged his little wife tightly, resting his chin on her hair, caressing her gently, "Thank you for your hard work... thank you for your hard work..."

Not far away, the fighting in Taohuayuan also ended. Zhao Qian ordered people to clean up the battlefield, "Find it quickly."

"Yes, sir."

Half an hour later, on a ship at the dock, in the dark night, a young nobleman leaned on the railing and looked towards the bright light, "Have they found it?"

The leader in black clasped his fists: "Go back to your lord, no."

Hearing this, King Han was a little surprised and turned his head, "Yeats found the wrong place?"

The man in black replied, "Pei Ziqian and Yeats hugging each other."

King Han has high eyebrows and is so affectionate that he even forgets to do business. It’s interesting!
The man in black pursed his lips and hesitated, "Your Majesty, if they find them, we..."

King Han's face darkened, "Do you think you can get the things back?"

"How can you know if it doesn't work if you don't try?" King Han stared at him for a while, "Do you know?"

The man in black looked at King Han.

"This is where you are better than Yu Qingzhi."

The man in black was flattered to be recognized and praised by his master, "I will definitely live up to the prince's expectations."

Pei Ziqian took Ye Zhi to the carriage to change his blood-stained coat, and drank some water to calm down. Before he could clear up the case, Zhao Qian came over and said, "Zhi Zhi..."

When Pei Jingning heard this, he stretched out his legs to kick someone, but Zhao Qian avoided him and said, "Okay, Ye Pingshi, we didn't find what we wanted in the Peach Blossom Courtyard."

Yeats was stunned for a moment, "Didn't find it?"

"Yes!" Zhao Qian said, "We have dug three feet into the ground."

Yeats jumped off the carriage, "It's impossible. On the day the informant A Biao was killed, there were peach blossoms falling on the dust on the soles of his shoes. The little boy with a disabled leg also had peach blossoms falling on the soles of his good legs. From this point of view He said that they had been to the same place. In the past two days, I visited all the places with peach blossoms on the pier, and only the third courtyard to the south of the inn was suitable for hiding gold, silver, medicinal materials and other items."

It turned out that Ye Pingshi was not just wandering around. Mo Song, who was standing in the shadow of the carriage, suddenly realized.

Pei Ziqian and Zhao Qian looked at each other.

Yeats turned and left.

A group of people went to the yard with peach blossoms.

When I went in and took a look, everything that could be rummaged through, whether it was a well or on the ground, had been rummaged through, but no gold, silver or other objects were found.

The residents in the yard were tied up by Zhao Qian's people. They were a middle-aged man and woman, an old man, and two children under ten years old. They seemed to be a living family.

Except for the children, they all had cloth strips stuffed in their mouths.

Yeats looked at them without asking any questions. He turned around and looked around the room, yard, and peach blossom trees.

After a lap, she came out and looked at the elderly man, "Are you a doctor?"

The old man's mouth is gagged, uh uh...

Yeats motioned to Zhao Qian'an's men to remove the strip of cloth from his mouth. Zhao Qian'an's men did not move. They waited until the master signaled before pulling out the strip of cloth from the old man's mouth.

"Who are you, and why do you come to my house so late at night?" The old man looked barbaric and fierce.

Yeats motioned to Yang Fuquan to bring the dog skin plaster he had just found in the room to him, "I just saw your medicinal material room. Although there are more than a dozen medicinal materials, the quantity is very small. The medicinal smell in this hospital is so strong, it is definitely not like this." The medicinal smell can come out from the medicinal materials, where did you put the medicinal materials?"

"Where are the medicinal materials stored? I don't understand what you are saying. Aren't they all in my dispensing pharmacy?"

Yeats sneered, "You are tall and strong, with deep facial features. You look like you are not from the Central Plains. Uncle, you are from the Tibetan people!"

"You...you are talking nonsense, I am not a Tibetan, I am a Wei..."

Yeats walked around him with his hands behind his back.

One lap...two laps...

The torches are bright and the wind blows the flames.

In the night, only the sizzling sound of burning torches was heard.

Where are the gold, silver, jewelry, medicinal materials and furs that the two merchants brought to buy food?The opponent captured the northern businessman and didn't even ask.People in the north are also very wary of grain sellers!

Where would they hide their stuff?Did the informant A Biao discover it or not?
The Taohuayuan family was tied up and kneeling on the ground. Seeing their father being stared at by Wei officials, they held their breath and did not dare to breathe loudly.

Yeats' eyes moved from the old man to the middle-aged men and women, and his eyes stopped on the man and woman respectively.

The man lowered his head and did not dare to look at each other.

The woman's eyes were confused and she didn't know where to look.

Yeats' eyebrows moved and he looked at her with bright eyes.

Suddenly, she pointed, "Where is it hidden?"

The Taohuayuan family all looked in the direction of Yeats's finger, their eyes widening in horror.

(End of this chapter)