A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 68 068 Lady Case (13)

Yeats didn't say see you or see you, he wasn't in a hurry, he was doing what he should do.

Teng Chong was in a hurry. When he returned home these two days, his old father with long eyes and head on top kept asking him how much money Huaiyang King had been stolen. At first he thought that Pei Shaoqing was blackmailing Huaiyang King to give him money by solving the case, but in the end he copied the dead Qinfang County. The owner of 50 taels of private property, according to his inquiries, Pei Shaoqing's ability to steal so much money is related to Yeats's face.

"Go or not?" He urged again.

Yeats was writing the final seal of the lady case, "Go!"

"Then hurry up." Teng Chong urged again, "It's almost time to go down, so you're not in a hurry to go home?"

Yang Fuquan smiled and said from the side, "Pei Shaoqing treats guests tonight."

"Why don't I know?" Teng Chong looked anxiously.

"You went out to do errands at noon, and the white guard asked me to tell you to go together at night."

"Stinky boy, why did you say it now." Teng Chong thought that the treat was not for him, which made him feel disappointed just now.

Seeing that Yeats put down his pen and stamped with his private seal, Zhao Bai knew that the copy was finished, so he put down his legs with a smile on his face, "Teng Butou, why did you go at noon?"

"It's not that those dandies are just looking for trouble, and Dali Temple is really mad at me for making such a big deal." Everyone is either a prince or a prince or grandson of the county.

After finishing the seal file, Yeats asked Xiao Quanzi to send it to Lu Sicheng, "We will wait for you at the gate of the detention room."

"Good!" Xiao Quanzi ran away like a gust of wind.

Ye Zhi smiled at Zhao Bai, "Master Zhao, do you want to go together?"

"I can't ask for it." Zhao Bai kept smiling on his face.

Several people went to the detention room together.

Before dusk came, the cell was already in darkness. Wei Sanlang sat in the corner and counted the bugs and ants on the ground. I don't know how long it will be like this. I heard that the murderer of the princess has been punished, but what's the use of it?
The prosperity of the past is gone forever, and he will fall into extreme poverty and live today without knowing tomorrow.

Suddenly, a light slowly moved over from the aisle, and after a while, the light illuminated the cell, and he raised his head suddenly, that Mr. Ye, who is a master at solving crimes, is here?

He quickly got up and walked to the fence.

The jailer led the way with a lantern, "Lord Ye, be careful where you step!"

"Uncle Qiu, you're being polite." Yeats cupped his hands, and Xiao Quanzi took the lantern from him.

"Then I won't bother Mr. Ye to ask the case." The old jailer left politely.

Qin Dachuan glanced at the back of the old jailer. These jailers in Dali Temple are not ordinary people. They are not tempered and greedy for money. It is all because of Yeats that they are so polite to them today.

Yeats entered one case and solved one case, and he has become a famous celebrity around Shaoqing of Dali Temple. If these people are not enough to fawn on, they dare to make adjustments.

Wei Sanlang came up and asked, "How do you know that I am a farmer, and how do you know that I am a monk?"

Yeats looked at his hand with a smile on his face, "Stretch."

Without thinking about it, Wei Sanlang stretched out his hand with the palm facing upwards. After being pampered for the past two years, the skin on his hand is as delicate as that of the people in the city. How could this weak Dali Temple official still see it?
"Hold it casually again."

Wei Sanlang shook it casually as he said.

"Stop." Yeats smiled and pointed at the joints of his palms, "The protruding joints and the slightly deformed palm shape are all facing the same direction, which is caused by holding a hoe all the year round."

"Are you a farmer too?" Wei Sanlang was both surprised and amazed.

People in the Celestial Dynasty don’t count up to eight generations, just count three generations. Whoever is not a farmer is born, this is thanks to the phrase "Wang Hou Jiang Ning has a seed", which gave the people of the country the courage to change their destiny, so there has been no dynasty since then It lasted for 800 years like the Xia and Shang Dynasties.

Yeats still smiled, "As for why you can see that you are a monk." She pointed to Wei Sanlang's temples and the top of his head, "The monks are shaved and have no hair. , fine fluff, not easy to tie the top, you need hair oil, and hair oil will make the hair stick to the scalp. This sticking will easily reveal the scars of your monkhood.

"No one has ever paid attention to such details." Wei Sanlang exclaimed.

"Maybe someone noticed, but you didn't."

Wei Sanlang was thoughtful, "What do you mean...?"

Yeats put his hands behind his back, with a serious expression, "You have to thank yourself, it's your reluctance that made me notice you."

"So you got the private property of the princess before the people who wanted to kill me, and I lost meaning to those people?"

Yeats answered him with silence.

Wei Sanlang was afraid, and unconsciously shivered, "Then...then what should I do?"

Yeats looked deeply at him, "Are you an escaped monk?"

Being hit by Yeats again, Wei Sanlang knelt down with a thud, "My lord, save me... My lord, please save me. I originally wanted to hide from this disaster by hiding beside the prominent Princess Qinfang, but I didn't." Thinking of... the princess was killed... my protective umbrella is gone, what should I do... what should I do..."

"Ordinary men in the Wei Dynasty were proud to go to temples to get their shaves. Why did they come to you..."

Wei Sanlang pursed his lips, seeming to have something to hide.

"It's common for good men in the temple?"

Wei Sanlang suddenly covered his face with his hands, and wept loudly, "My lord has said everything... Yes, because I'm pretty good-looking, so... But I'd rather be the face of a noble lady than be the face of a noble lady." A man's plaything."

The temple itself consumes most of the labor force, and now it has a good manly style. How can the population multiply and how can the Great Wei Dynasty develop?

Yeats sighed.

Seeing that Lord Ye was about to leave, Wei Sanlang threw himself on the fence, "My lord, help me..."

Yeats nodded, "Don't worry, I will save you."

Wei Sanlang's eyes suddenly brightened, "Really, my lord!"

"Of course." Yeats smiled, "I hope that after you return to normal life, you will marry a wife and have children. The more the better."

"God, you finally opened your eyes." Wei Sanlang threw himself on his knees again excitedly, "Wei San, thank you for saving your life. If there is a chance, I will be like a cow and a horse to repay your kindness."

Yeats waved his hand, "Being kind to my future wife and children is the greatest repayment I can give you." After finishing speaking, he walked away leisurely.

"My lord... Goddess..." Wei Sanlang scratched the fence and thought for a long time.

Bai Lang finally waited for Yeats and the others in the corridor, and rolled his eyes impatiently, "Master Ye wants Master Shaoqing to wait in person, so busy!" He said in a strange way.

One level of official rank crushes people to death, let alone several ranks of official ranks, what Yeats can do, he has to apologize with Li.

"I can't bear Mrs. Ye's gift. Hurry up, my master is waiting at the door." After Bai Lang finished speaking, he turned around and walked away holding the saber at his waist.

Yeats and the others looked at each other, each of them secretly smiled, and hurriedly stepped down.

At the door, Pei Shaoqing's low-key and luxurious carriage caught everyone's eyes, and they all stepped forward to salute, "My lord—"

"Yeah." Pei Jingning dealt with the subordinates casually.

Teng Chong and the others had insight, and hurriedly retreated to one side. Seeing that Zhao Bai hadn't moved, they pulled him aside.

Pei Jingning's eyes fell on Yeats, "Get in the car."

Two short words.

Yeats blinked, and pointed at the tall horse pulled by Yang Fuquan, "My lord, I'll ride the horse!" He thought, this is a gift from you, you won't let me ride it.

"Would you like me to invite you?" A certain person's brows were sharp, but the brow bone lines were extremely soft. There was no doubt about it. The man's arrogance was vividly expressed through a warm method, and Yeats couldn't refuse.

"..." In the past, there were excuses for riding in his car, the little donkey couldn't run fast, but now he's given him a handsome horse, so it wouldn't be right for her to sit again!

Four eyes facing each other.

The air is as quiet as a chicken.

Teng Chong stooped and slipped away quietly, Zhang Jin and others followed of course.

Zhao Bai subconsciously licked his lips. Whenever he was upset, he would do this action.

Qin Dachuan took Xiao Quanzi away.

"Brother Ye..." It was Xiao Quanzi who broke the delicate atmosphere.

It doesn't seem so good to be stiff like this.Yeats could only laugh dryly, "My lord, what about my horse?"

Pei Jingning glanced over.

The guard who had sent Yeats to Malaysia was leading her horse.

So... What's the point of stalemate with the boss, anyway, only a small person like her gave in in the end.

Yeats was a little angry, got into the carriage with a temper, and sat by the door with a humming sound.

Bai Lang let go, and the pride curtain fell.

The carriage drives away.

Pei Jingning's posture was lazy, her long legs were crossed, and her sitting posture was not correct.

His gaze has been on Yeats, from the eyebrows to the stubborn fingers, every inch of it.

(End of this chapter)