The best county magistrate

After hearing Yang Xuanchen's hypothesis, the three people couldn't help but have various expressions on their faces.

Xie Tianjie angrily shouted: "You are right!"

"Sun Bu'er took advantage of my unpreparedness and hit me directly with his palm. However, the two of them also felt uncomfortable. They were hit by my poisonous needle..."

Yang Xuanchen waved his hand and interrupted him, "If these assumptions are true, then there is a problem now!"

At this point, he turned to Xie Tianjie and asked, "Your brother Xie Tianhua is the key. Is he with them?"

"Impossible. I know that boy Tianhua. Apart from being greedy for money and lust, and a bit of a playboy, he doesn't dare to do anything else." Xie Tianjie said in a firm tone.

At this time, Yang Xuanchen knocked on the table in front of the couch, attracting the attention of the three people.

"If my hypothesis holds true, then there are several questions."

He raised a finger and said, "One, what is their purpose?"

"Second, what role does Song Guangxin play in it?"

Finally, he held out three fingers, his eyes stern and his tone became sharp, "Three, who else is with them?"

"I think this matter is very complicated. If we consider the issue based on this assumption, this case needs to be retried." Shen Qingyun said.

Yang Xuanchen nodded, "Maybe we can find some clues starting from this Nanman troupe."

When it came to clues, Xie Tianjie interjected, "The ordinary people in the theater troupe were interrogated for a few days and then imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Justice."

"However, several southern beauties in the troupe have disappeared..."

I blanch it, is that okay?

It seems that Xie Tianjie is not an ordinary wealthy businessman, and his intelligence power cannot be underestimated.

The water is getting deeper and muddier. Not only the minister of Dali Temple has surfaced, but now even the people from the Punishment Department are suspected.

Even the number of suspects can be reduced at will. If there is a problem with the Yushitai, then the problem of Dayan's public security system will be huge.

"Brother Shen, can people from Nishanglou participate in this case?" Yang Xuanchen asked.

Shen Qingyun thought about it carefully and then said: "If we want to mobilize people from Nishanglou, it probably won't be possible."

"But if my dear brother needs it, I will definitely have no problem with it."

"Okay, Brother Shen will first pay attention to the whereabouts of those Nanman beauties, Sun Buer and Yong Tianxing."

After listening to Yang Xuanchen's words, Shen Qingyun nodded heavily and gave him a reassuring look.

"Now that the Xie family is at odds with them, it is estimated that they will attack the Xie family next. You must be prepared!" Yang Xuanchen reminded.

Xie Tianjie smiled bitterly when he heard this: "What I am most worried about is that this matter will involve the entire Xie family."

Yang Xuanchen patted his shoulder and comforted him: "This is labor pain. You, Xie, have to endure it during this period."

"You saved my life, and Song Guangxin, Song Guangcheng and I don't have to deal with it. I think we can work together now!"

These words touched Xie Tianjie's heart, and he finally smiled, "My internal injuries are not a problem, and I feel much better now."

"It will take less than three days to recover. I will go back home soon..."

At this time, Shen Qingyun was surprised and said: "So fast? The doctor in the building just now said that the injury would not heal in ten days and a half..."

Xie Tianjie gave him a mysterious smile, "My physique is different from ordinary people..."

After the four people continued to discuss some relevant details in the room, Yang Xuanchen and Xie Tianjie went back home separately.

At the second watch of the day, the capital city was still bustling with people. The two brothers, who had not had much dinner, parked the carriage by the roadside and found a roadside stall to sit down.

"Boss, six bowls of noodles!" Zhang Biao shouted to the stall owner.

This stall was quite busy. After the two of them sat down, there was only one stool across from Yang Xuanchen among the three tables.

The two of them chatted without a word, and when they came to the table, a pretty girl suddenly sat down.

"Boss, a bowl of wontons, no green onions."

Her voice was clear and moving, but it had a slight accent, but it still caught Yang Xuanchen's attention.

He raised his head and smiled at her, picked up a chopstick and was about to put it into his mouth.

"Young handsome boy, I was in a hurry and forgot to bring my money. Can you treat me to a bowl of wontons?"

I'm sorry, what's going on? How come my sister can say anything now?

Yang Xuanchen was about to answer, but unexpectedly Zhang Biao spoke first, "Little sister, don't think that just by calling me handsome, I can treat you to wontons..."

Before he finished speaking, he and the girl both gave him a blank look.

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to this handsome guy." As she said this, the girl pointed at Yang Xuanchen, and then put a beautiful smile on her face.

"I'm not a handsome guy, my second brother is handsome. Look at his strong muscles, strong facial features, and thick black beard."

While Yang Xuanchen was talking, Zhang Biao showed off his features very cooperatively, making the girl giggle.

"Okay, okay, handsome guy with a dark face and a big beard, can you treat me to a bowl of wontons?"

Zhang Biao picked up the bowl and turned around, "I don't have any money, so I won't invite you. I'm afraid you are the one invited by Hua Qianhui. I won't be fooled this time."

"What and what? Why can't I understand what you are saying?" the girl muttered.

At this time, the man at the same table saw them coquettishly, so he went up to them, "Girl, how about my brother treat you?"

With a bang, the girl slapped her palm on the table, "Get out of here, nothing will happen to you."

The sudden change shocked both Yang Xuanchen and Zhang Biao.

I'll blanch, this girl is still a master, and with one palm strike, there was a faint palm mark on the table.

To be on the safe side, Yang Xuanchen put down his chopsticks, reached into his pocket, grasped the handle of the gun, and was ready to explode.

Seeing this, Zhang Biao stopped eating noodles and looked ready.

The man at the same table was frightened by her and walked away dejectedly with the bowl in hand.

"Master Xiao Yang, a bowl of wontons can buy my girl's friendship. It's worth it. Don't you want to do this business?"

The girl stared into Yang Xuanchen's eyes with a smile on her face, as if she wanted to see through his heart.

Yang Xuanchen had his finger on the trigger at this time, feeling really nervous.

This bitch knows who she is, and coming to see her so late is definitely not as simple as eating a bowl of wontons.

Who is she, which force is she from, and what is her purpose?

It seems that the water in the upper capital is getting deeper and deeper.

When the girl saw that Yang Xuanchen was just staring at her without speaking, she pouted her mouth and bulged her nostrils, causing a dimple to appear on the left side of her cheek.

"I heard that Mr. Xiao Yang is a good official who is not afraid of the powerful and can ask for orders for the people."

"I didn't expect that I would be famous after seeing you today..."

After saying that, she stood up, turned around and wanted to leave, "Forget it, it's okay if you don't want to eat."

"Girl, stay here. I, Yang Xuanchen, bought these wontons. Can we sit down and chat for a while?" Yang Xuanchen said with a smile.

After saying that, the girl sat back again, with an even bigger smile on her face, "That's right."

"My name is Fu Die... Fu Die's Fu, Fu Die's Die."

It seemed that she couldn't pronounce the normal syllables for butterfly, which made Yang Xuanchen and Zhang Biao burst into laughter.

"What's wrong? What's so funny about my girl's name." Butterfly asked confused.

Following her question, Yang Xuanchen stopped smiling, but still said in a teasing tone: "Miss Fudie, your name is very nice..."

With a snap, another palm hit the table.

Butterfly said a little annoyed: "It's Fudie... not Fudie!"

Seeing that he still couldn't pronounce normal syllables, and seeing Yang Xuanchen's suppressed laughter expression, Butterfly snorted heavily, crossed his arms and turned away.

"Okay, okay, no more joking, why did Miss Butterfly find me so late?"

"No hurry, no rush, we'll talk about it after we finish eating this bowl of wontons."

Butterfly said, taking the steaming wontons from the boss's hand, blowing the hot air with her small mouth, and smiled at Yang Xuanchen.