Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Magistrate Tang smiled slightly, and supported his head to watch him eat. Ying Wenhai felt a little uncomfortable, poured himself a bowl of water to moisten his throat, and asked, "Ji Hao really survived?"

Magistrate Tang raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Ying Wenhai lowered his head and said, "At that time, he bled so much that his stomach was torn..."

"Didn't you think he would do that when you rode his horse?"

Ying Wenhai squeezed the steamed bun and said, "Who would have thought that his riding skills are so bad that he would fall off the horse..."

Under the eyes of Magistrate Tang, Ying Wenhai couldn't speak anymore.

Magistrate Tang looked away. After all, it was the first time the person involved spoke, and he didn't want to make the atmosphere too tense.

"What I'm more curious about is why you guys fought when you were in Chunfenglou. The silver hairpin was painted on in advance, right? Don't you know that an inflamed wound can also cause death?"

Ying Wenhai stopped talking.

Magistrate Tang smiled and said, "Don't tell me, I have brought back all the witnesses that should be brought back in the past few days, including the servant who served you, the person you called in the Chunfeng Building, and the Girl, they're all in jail now."

Magistrate Tang stretched out his hand and clapped his hands, and the yamen guards outside went into the innermost floor of the cell and dragged several people out with Ding Ling clanging.

One of them, who looked like a servant, knelt down as soon as he saw Ying Wenhai, stepped forward and shouted: "Young master, please help me, young master, young master—"

Tang magistrate waved his hand, and the yamen servant covered his mouth and dragged him down.

Ying Wenhai's face changed drastically, and he looked at Magistrate Tang angrily.

Magistrate Tang ordered the table, looked at him and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, now that Ji Hao is alive, what else can we not talk about? What's the point of keeping that idea secret? Paint something on the silver hairpin Who gave you the idea?"

Ying Wenhai lowered his eyes and did not speak, but he began to doubt in his heart, wondering if Ji Hao really survived, or if he was already dead, the county magistrate Tang was deceiving him.

No matter how scheming a sixteen-year-old boy is, in front of Magistrate Tang, he is no different from a child without clothes, and he understands it with just one glance.

He rubbed his chin and pondered, this is a little difficult, he can't let him go to ask for proof, and he can't take him to Ji's house...

Just as he was thinking about it, a yamen servant quickly stepped in and whispered in Tang Magistrate's ear: "The Ying family has come."

Magistrate Tang looked up at him, and the yamen servant said in a low voice, "It's the steward of the Ying family, here to bring Mr. Ying some food."

Ying Wenhai also raised his ears to eavesdrop. Magistrate Tang turned his head to look at him and said with a smile, "Let him in."

The steward of the Ying family soon came in with two servants carrying things, he was stunned when he saw so many yamen servants inside, he was even more surprised when he saw Magistrate Tang sitting in the cell, he hesitated for a while.

The magistrate of Tang waved his hand and smiled at him: "Come in when you come, sorry to see you, I haven't seen your young master for three days, right?"

Isn't that what you stopped me from seeing?

Manager Ying bowed his head and knelt down to pay his respects to County Magistrate Tang, and then asked his servants to bring in the things, which were filled with food. While taking out the chicken, duck and fish meat, Manager Ying babbled about the old lady thinking about the young master, The master was worried about the young master's words, and then quietly glanced at Magistrate Tang.

Magistrate Tang sat on the stool without moving his butt, let alone moving away to avoid suspicion.

Manager Ying was helpless, after taking out everything, no matter how clever he was, he couldn't find anything to say.

County magistrate Tang took a pair of chopsticks, ate a piece of fish that was still warm, nodded and said, "That's right, sending so many delicious food, is this the definite good news?"

Manager Ying smiled awkwardly, "My lord was joking, this is what our old lady loves the young master, so I asked the little one to send it."

"Are you joking?" County Magistrate Tang said with a smile, "I never joke. Doctor Fan and Doctor Ji all left Ji's house this morning, and they all brought a load of presents with them. Why, your master didn't go Do you want to ask Royal Physician Fan about the situation of Young Master Ji?"

Ying Wenhai also sat up straight and looked at him.

Manager Ying hurriedly said: "Of course I asked, our master has always felt ashamed, and these days, he has sent people to the Ji family to send medicine to the doctor almost every day..."

County magistrate Tang smiled and listened to him detail how Ying's family did their best to appease Ji's family. After he finished speaking, he asked, "What did Imperial Doctor Fan say?"

Manager Ying laughed and said, "Physician Fan said, Young Master Ji has woken up, and it will be good to take care of him in the future."

If it wasn't for the magistrate Tang's being serious, he would have said that Young Master Ji would be alive and kicking after a while. Anyway, the healthier the victim was, the less guilt his young master would have.

County Magistrate Tang nodded with a smile, "Yes, yes, it's similar to the news I got."

Seeing that Manager Ying was still standing still, he waved his hand and said, "What are you doing standing there? The things have been delivered and people have seen them, let's go?"

You should stay in charge.

The yamen servant smiled and asked: "Guan Ying, this is a prison cell, it's very bad luck, you should go back first."

Manager Ying still had confidential matters to tell his young master, but seeing Magistrate Tang sitting still, he knew there was no chance today, so he could only sigh and bow to leave.

After Ying's family had left, Magistrate Tang asked someone to serve him a bowl of soup, and then he ate his lunch in prison.

He also greeted Ying Wenhai, "Come and eat some, after all, it's your old lady's wish, but if you've been hungry for two days, don't eat greasy ones, eat something light, um, this lotus root soup is good."

Ying Wenhai sat back at the table, and came back to his senses after serving the soup, "Is Ji Hao really alright?"

Magistrate Tang smiled at him, "I never bother to lie to others, but will your housekeeper lie to you?"

Ying Wenhai thought for a while, but couldn't find a reason for Manager Ying to lie to him, so he let go of his heart, and then felt very hungry. Looking at the chicken, duck and fish on the table, he couldn't help stretching out his chopsticks.

Magistrate Tang knocked off his chopsticks and said, "Only light food is allowed."

Ying Wenhai frowned, but turned his chopsticks to pick up vegetarian dishes.

Magistrate Tang continued the previous question, "Who taught you to paint things on silver hairpins?"

Ying Wenhai looked up at him and said, "Isn't that case already closed? You don't ask about falling from the horse, why do you always ask about Chunfenglou?"

Magistrate Tang smiled and said, "I like to investigate the cause and effect of cases. In my opinion, the reason why you clashed in Qixia Mountain is because of the Chunfeng Building."

He said: "I didn't judge the Chunfenglou case, it was privately settled by the two of you, so there are many things I don't know yet."

Magistrate Tang said: "If you want to judge the fault of the two of you, you have to start from the beginning. I know that he scolded you on Qixia Mountain, and I know that you whipped his horse in a fit of anger, but the reason why he I scolded you because of the matter of Chunfenglou, so I want to get to the bottom of it."

Ying Wenhai sneered and said, "Then you're wrong. The one we had a bad relationship with wasn't in Chunfenglou, but when he first arrived in Yizhou City three years ago."

County magistrate Tang made a gesture of listening attentively, motioning for him to continue.

As a county magistrate who has solved various strange cases, he likes listening to stories the most. Magistrate Tang raised his hand and poured him a glass of water to moisten his throat.

I wish the book friend "A Green Leaf" to become more and more beautiful, everything goes smoothly, happy every day, happy birthday! ! !

Good night