Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Mo Li supported his forehead, and Meng Qi beside him was eager to try.

After Huang Biejia dismissed this wave of uninvited guests, they will be able to do it.

"No, no, let's wait until he returns to his home." Meng Qi pondered for a while and made a new decision.

It's not that he thinks highly of this tree stump, but that he doesn't want to cause the already chaotic situation to become turbulent again.

"Don't use this official position, say it's not big, say it's not small. But since he can set up a lot of ambushes here, he must still have quite a lot of authority in the Xuncheng Yamen. Maybe he is the cronies of the governor of Ningtai, who also affects The people on King Wu's side need to be more cautious in catching him, and it's best not to alarm anyone."

The moment a person steps into the house and lays down on the bed is naturally the most relaxing.

"Just ask him some things." Meng Qi was confident, glanced at Huang Biejia below and said, "Look at him, he is a smart man, he should know which is more important, the truth or life."

Mo Li suddenly raised his hand and pushed Meng Qi down, because a masked man came from the eaves in the distance.

This person has very high lightness kungfu, as if he is used to being a gentleman on the beam, he didn't make a sound when stepping on the tiles, and he hid his figure flexibly behind the ridge of the roof, only showing half of his face to observe the movement in the yard.

"Tonight is really lively."

There are two groups of people watching the theater on the roof alone, and there are two groups of people below.

Mo Li carefully looked at the masked man, but the man was too cautious, shrunk into a ball, and couldn't even distinguish between men and women, let alone other things.

A gust of wind passed by, and the ink carp keenly caught a scent.

"Ok?"

The ink carp looked over there suspiciously, groaning silently.

Meng Qi didn't smell anything, or if he did, he couldn't tell the clues. The Xuncheng Yamen was not a quiet and clean place. If he was not careful in summer, there would inevitably be a bit of corruption in the silos in alleys and alleys.

"What?" Meng Qi followed and sized up the masked man who wanted to be the oriole.

Mo Li pondered and said: "It seems to be a smell of medicine. The sachets used in summer may be the medicine shop we passed by yesterday."

I passed by, I overlooked it while eating meat and porridge on the roof.

Meng Qi rubbed his nose and said awkwardly: "Sachets used in summer are nothing more than insect repellents and summer heat. These Jianghu people don't seem to be so particular about it."

It's not that Jianghu people are inherently sloppy, but that they have this spare money, why not drink an extra pot of wine and eat an extra plate of meat.

It should be known that the price of these sachets in drugstores is not low. At that time, even an empty plain satin purse could be sold for [-] yuan. Women from poor families often used needlework to supplement their household expenses. Flowers and birds, plus some spices are not cheap, so a sachet costs at least half to three renminbi.

Take the three qian silver to the wine shop, and you can already order a table of wine and meat, and get drunk.

There are many people in Jianghu who are rich and wealthy, such as Mr. Jinfeng or direct disciples of the great sect, but most of them are still hard-pressed and have a meal without a meal.

"The smell is very weak. It seems that he took off the sachet before putting on his night clothes. It's just that the sachet has been worn for a long time, so it is inevitable that there will still be some smell left..."

Mo Li spoke to himself, and then raised his brows.

Because he smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus again, it was only August, and it was not the season for golden osmanthus to bloom at all, and there was no such tree planted in Xuncheng Yamen.

"...It's a woman." Mo Li said affirmatively.

Eighty percent of the hair is combed with sweet-scented osmanthus hair oil, and Aunt Ge also likes this. Unfortunately, Zhushan County, Pingzhou is small and sparsely populated, and there is no good sweet-scented osmanthus hair oil, so she sent someone to Ma County to buy it.After getting it, Aunt Ge was reluctant to use it casually. After half a year, she found out that the ointment in the box had dried up, and a small half of the box was gone, which made Aunt Ge feel bad.

Meng Qi looked at Mo Li, and suddenly said: "The doctor has seen a lot of women."

Not only the sachets sold in pharmacies, but even face powder, rouge, and hair oil, I must have known a thing or two during the consultation.

Mo Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and had an idea, imitating Meng Qi's tone and said: "Brother Meng saw a beautiful and talented woman in the past, I'm afraid they are far better than me."

When the Chu Dynasty was at its peak, what kind of beauties were there in Taijing's Jiaofang, brothels, Liyuan and even Hu Ji's restaurants?Not to mention that it is inevitable to see dancers when entering and leaving the palace. Can those who can play music and dance in the palace still look bad?I am afraid that everyone has a unique skill, such as dancing on drums, flying to the sky, and neon clothes, who are good at playing and singing can compose music.

Coupled with the fact that the daughters and granddaughters of important ministers of various families can be regarded as the descendants of "Meng Guoshi", and the atmosphere of the Chu Dynasty is open, it is common for women to play together, have fun, feast, and play polo. The beauty of my father's generation.

So Mo Li and Meng Qi couldn't help laughing as they looked at each other.

Longmai has no sense of people's appearance. People who are particularly ugly or good-looking will really make their eyes shine, because they are different from others and easier to remember!

"I'll give the doctor a landscape painting some other day." Meng Qi waved his hand, full of vigor.

Mo Li thought to himself, he bet that the painting was about Taijing Shangyun Mountain, otherwise he would be allowed to share a bed with a raccoon slave!

"Brother Meng, you are welcome. In fact, Xue Lingjun also collected several famous paintings. Among them is "Cangshan Bearing Snow", which is said to be the snow-capped mountains in Yunzhou. The snow-capped mountains do not melt all the year round..."

Meng Qi's face darkened to the extent visible to the naked eye.

How could he not know that the continuous mountain range looks like a white dragon about to take off from a distance because of the permanent ice and snow. The local natives call it "Tianshan Mountain among the clouds", which is majestic and beautiful.Can a three-foot painting on a roll of paper depict a part of this scene?This landscape painting is like a picture of beauties dedicated to the emperor. Anyone who can draw a certain style is considered a famous artist.

Although Yunzhou Snow Mountain has no dragon veins, it is really beautiful!

Shangyun Mountain Longmai is self-confident that no famous mountain in the world can beat him, but this is just like people, fat, swallows and thin have their own beauty.

What if, what if Mo Li was fascinated by that mountain?

Meng Qi remained silent with a dark face.

Mo Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry and pressed Meng Qi down again, and shrank himself into Meng Qi's arms, completely hiding his figure.

——Their movement just now was a bit loud. The masked man on the opposite side seemed to notice something and looked over.

Fortunately, a fight was about to break out in the yard below, which diverted the masked man's attention.

"Huang Yang, don't play tricks on your lips. Today I have settled in this door." Catcher Jin quickly held back his anger and said to the other night walkers behind him, "What are you waiting for? There is only one of him, and he can stop him Living with so many of us?"

Huang Biejia smiled and was not in a hurry.

Seeing his determined appearance and the extremely uncomfortable look in his eyes, Detective Jin became even more anxious.

"The institutions here have been almost exhausted by the people who came in front. The yard is only this big, and it is still a place for patrolling the city's yamen. He dare not make too much trouble-->>

Jing, what are you dawdling about?Is it timid or afraid of death? "

As soon as the words are spoken, others are not happy.

"Jingshanhu, everyone usually looks up to you. It's because you are well-informed and have face on both sides of the officialdom."

"I said why I haven't heard you brag about your elder brother, General Ping, these days."

Now that the masters have turned against each other and they are both in the Xuncheng Yamen, Huang Biejia's official position is much higher than that of a small policeman. ugly.

Everyone in the world says that the women in the backyard of the rich and powerful are mean and disgusting. In fact, in the face of interests, what is the difference between a man and a woman?

Captain Jin's face was livid, and he scolded: "I don't care if you want to break up or seek refuge with others. Now all parties in Ningtai want to know the whereabouts of Mr. Qiu. If anyone can find the clues, I'm afraid they won't be able to find them." Benefits? Don't fall for this sly Huang's plan to sow discord!"

Everyone fell silent, staring at the yard covetously.

Although each has their own ideas, the urgency to examine the corpse is the same.

——Mr. Qiu disappeared suddenly, and all his attendants died. The news was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, shaking people's hearts, and all forces were restless.

Huang Biejia put his hands behind his back, and said with a light smile, "Jin Kuai is indeed good at solving cases, but I don't have any clues. As far as I know, a boxer surnamed Zheng in Fengxing Pavilion should be the last one who saw Mr. Qiu People, the interesting thing is that this person also disappeared after leaving Mr. Qiu’s other courtyard, and now he is neither alive nor dead. Zheng Boxer and Jin Bukuai are all the same way, and they were both powerful confidantes of Baiyu Daoist. Everyone present said Maybe they still know each other, why don't you go find Master Zheng?"

The masked man on the opposite roof couldn't help but poke his head slightly, apparently attaching great importance to the news and wanting to hear more inside information.

Catcher Jin showed apprehension when he heard the words, not many people knew about Master Zheng's disappearance.

First, Pavilion Master Qiu came back and suppressed everyone, and then Mr. Qiu disappeared.At this moment, Detective Jin was about to die of regret. Originally, he thought that Mr. Qiu's side had a good chance of winning, so he disobeyed Mr. Bao's order without hesitation, and stood firmly on the side of the veterans in Fengxing Pavilion, but it only took a day. The tables turned.

Those veterans in Fengxing Pavilion still hoped that Mr. Qiu would be safe, but the Jin policeman already had plans to find another way out.

Seeing that he was fighting against Huang Yang, there must be no hope for King Wu, so Captain Jin quickly planned to go to the little county king, after all, Mr. Qiu and Cheng Xiaowei were the ones he liked, and his senior brother also said that the little county king was not stupid In this way, you can be loyal to King Ning in the future, and you can follow Cheng Jingchuan when you retreat!

What Detective Jin lacked now was a "meeting gift". For this reason, he persuaded all the experts in the rivers and lakes who had contacts on weekdays and were able to deal with it, and made up his mind to find out the clues of this case.

——No matter whether Qiu Si cheated his death or was already dead, as long as he got the truth, Cheng Jingchuan would definitely think highly of him.

"Huang Biejia pushed three times and prevented all parties from inspecting the corpse. Could it be that this matter was done by the people of King Wu?" Jin quickly saw Huang Yang's face changed drastically, and he was pleased, but he also knew that this argument could not stand Feet, not many people will believe it.

Because Mr. Qiu is definitely not someone who dies so easily...

When Catcher Jin quickly thought of Qiu Si, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Don't worry, Huang, you don't have the ability to judge me." Jin Jin quickly dragged his tone, not forgetting to run a few words, "Right now you are holding a chicken feather as an arrow and not allowing others to examine the corpse, because you want the territory under the jurisdiction of King Ning Don't be at peace! Mr. Qiu is in danger and needs help, but you do everything possible to prevent me from investigating the case, what is your intention?"

Huang Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a fake smile: "If you want to investigate a case, you have to order it from the governor or the officials of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs. It's not counted as running errands in private like Jin Kuai, and patrolling the city's yamen is not a place where people come and go when they want. Just leave. But since you said so, blindly not letting you see the corpse, it seems that I feel guilty. Anyway, you can come, so the three of you have to go down to the ice cellar to see, is there too much?"

Catcher Jin accepted it as soon as it was ready. The others were dissatisfied, but seeing that it would be dawn if it was delayed any longer, no one wanted to spend any more time here, so they reluctantly agreed.

After a stick of incense, the Jin Baokuai who came out of the cellar had an extremely ugly expression. From the wounds, it could be seen that Mr. Qiu's attendants encountered a very powerful enemy, and the other party even showed mercy at one point and beat them back with injuries.

Detective Jin also found pine needles on several people. This kind of thing can be used as a hidden weapon to penetrate deep into the skin or even the bone seam.

Not to mention fatal injuries, everyone lost their lives almost at the same time.

There are two people who do it, and they are distinguished from the habit of making moves and the strength and method of doing it.

Although there are many masters in Ningtai City, but they can do this—Captain Jin will know the answer without having to keep guessing, and because of this, his face is particularly ugly.

"It seems that Detective Jin has gained a lot?" Huang Yang said firmly.

Captain Jin was not willing to reveal his tone, he cupped his fists perfunctorily: "Further investigation is needed, so I'm leaving."

After speaking, he turned around and left, and a large group of Ulala followed.

The masked man in ambush hesitated for a while, and went after Jin to arrest him quickly.

"That's right, she wants a rabbit, I'm looking for a tree stump." Meng Qi said to himself.

The ink carp was too lazy to cover someone's mouth.

Huang Yang was exhausted after being tossed all night. Seeing the faint white belly of the fish in the eastern sky, he yawned and called for soldiers to guard him strictly. Anyway, no one dared to break into the city patrolling yamen arrogantly during the day, even if they came, they would be officials. The characters on the face are not something he can stop.

Huang Yang didn't have an official residence. A low-rank official like him either rented a house outside or lived in a side room in the yamen.

He calmly went back to the house, asked the yamen servant to bring hot water to wash, then closed the door and window, raised his pen to the desk a few times to write something, and sighed again.

"Heaven-given king is a serious problem and cannot be ignored."

Huang Yang was talking to himself, and when he turned around, he suddenly saw someone standing in the room. He was so shocked that he subconsciously threw the pen out as a hidden weapon, and the ink stains were thrown all over the floor.

"The top-quality white purple hair is a good thing. I'm afraid I can't afford it with Biejia's salary." Meng Qi reached out to catch it lightly, shook off the remaining ink, and handed it to the ink carp for tasting.

Huang Yang took a step back, leaning against the desk and looking at Meng Qi and Qi, as if facing a formidable enemy.

How could Huang Biejia not know something that the Jin policeman could find quickly, and now that the two men who killed Mr. Qiu suddenly came to the door, it may be more dangerous than good.

Huang Yang forced himself to remain calm, forced a smile and said, "I don't know where the two seniors came from. What can I do to find Huang?"

Meng Qi glanced at him and said nothing.

Mo Li didn't say a word, because before they came in, Meng Qi said that they didn't need to do anything, Huang Yang would figure it out by himself.

So the two were more silent than the other, and just stared at Huang Yang, who was sweating coldly on his forehead.

The room is only so big. If you want to break through the window and break the door to escape, you must first break through the blockade of the two top experts. Huang Yang asked himself if he didn't have the ability. He gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "The living are always more useful than the dead. No matter what is sent by the senior, I will do my best."