Datang broom star

Xie Ji was placed under house arrest here.

The room was pitch black, reminding Jia Ping'an of the rural firewood houses of later generations.

"Thank you!"

"In the."

Xie Ji bowed his head to avoid the light outside.

Jia Pingan walked in, knelt down and asked, "Are you Pan Mo's apprentice?"

"Yes."

According to the investigation, Xie Ji is an honest person.

"Pan Mo taught you how to play the board?"

Xie Ji raised his head slowly, squinting his eyes, "It's Uncle Wuyang..."

"it's me."

Jia Pingan tried to be as calm as possible, "How to fight."

Xie Ji thought for a while, "Hit it lightly, it's sure."

Jia Pingan asked again: "Then why did you hit Chen Zhi's spine?"

Xie Ji bowed his head and was silent for a while, "I missed."

Ok?

Jia Pingan said: "You have to think clearly."

Xie Ji was silent again.

Hope surged in Jia Pingan's heart, "Do you know that someone outside says they want to clean you up."

Xie Ji's body trembled.

Ming Jing couldn't help rolling her eyes outside, thinking that Jia Ping'an is really a bitch, and she even tried to deceive her.

"I... I'll follow suit."

"say clearly."

Ming Jing's body trembled, and she walked in regardless of the fact that she had slandered Jia Ping'an just now.

Xie Ji glanced at her, and said anxiously, "Pan Mo hit his spine first."

hiss!

Ming Jing leaned down, "Are you a ghost? You know that Pan Mo has a problem."

Jia Pingan got up, "Then how serious is your attack?"

"I'm light." Xie Ji choked up and said: "Pan Mo's slap was even lighter, just touching it, it's all my fault."

This honest man probably felt that he had brought Master into trouble with this matter, so he gritted his teeth and stiffened.

Jia Ping turned around, "Bring Pan Mo here."

Ming Jing said happily: "Look for Tang Lin, as well as Shen Qiu."

Jia Pingan glanced at her, thinking this is the clue I found, what are you happy about?Isn't this woman ashamed at all?

Ming Jing snorted coldly, "The matter is still unknown! What if Pan Mo is innocent?"

As she said that, she felt a little regretful.

"Relax."

Jia Ping'an had already figured out the whole thing, and he ordered: "Go and bring Chen Zhi here."

Tang Lin came first, and immediately asked, "But did you find anything?"

Jia Pingan pointed at Xie Ji, "He only hit one stick."

Tang Lin understood, but was still dumb, "So, Pan Mo should also ask."

He thinks that's it.

How did Tang Lin become Minister of Dali Temple?

When was the year before last, Li Zhi went to check the prison, but no one complained of injustice.When asked, the inmate said that they were convinced by Tang Lin's case...

Old Tang, you can't convince them, right?

As soon as the name Old Tang was mentioned, Jia Pingan thought of Tang Xu again, and couldn't help feeling guilty secretly.

Tang Xu has been in northern Xinjiang for so long, and he doesn't know what happened. Last time he wrote a letter saying that the women there are strong. He went to whoring once, but was overturned and thrown down in shame.

Hey!

It's true that Old Tang's glory is gone, why don't you send him something?

For example, those ten thousand-year-old ginseng in Korea and Sin Lorong.

The kind that can make up for nosebleeds in one tablet.

"Xiao Jia!"

Jia Pingan remained silent.

This is thinking.

Ming Jing felt that Master Jia's success was really no fluke, and with this concentration, she compared herself.

And Tang Lin smiled slightly, "Let's wait for the old man's recommendation and let Xiao Jia go to Dali Temple. I think it will be famous in history books after many years."

Jia Ping'an just finished his trance, "We have to wait for the three parties to get together before confronting this matter."

"No problem!"

Tang Lin sat down with great interest, and asked, "Is Xiao Jia willing to learn this knowledge of criminal names with this old man?"

Are you trying to make me Detective Jia?

Jia Ping'an was quite moved, but thinking that he was Guan Long's deadly enemy, and that his elder sister and the Shandong clan would also fight secretly for a long time, he felt that entering Dali Temple was a dead end.