Rebirth of Ghost Eye Shou Ye

.The young man was only wearing a plain thin shirt, with three thousand black hairs scattered behind him unfettered, his posture was elegant, his black pupils were lively, his skin was still pale after illness.I don't know if he thought of something, the young man frowned slightly, seemingly angry, but with a hint of melancholy.

In the courtyard, the plum forest rustled in the wind, casting a piece of broken sunlight on the young man, quiet and beautiful.Jin Wuji hid in the plum grove, quietly looking at the beautiful young man in front of the wooden window, his brows were tinged with gentleness.

Three glazed dice were thrown on the table, making a jingling sound. Ji Xiamo lay prone on the table, fiddling with her slender jade-like fingers, seemingly absent-minded.

Every time Ji Xiamo closed his eyes, Pan Zilong's angry and resentful eyes kept flashing in his mind, and he was extremely irritable.

Aoki came in from the door, saw Ji Xiamo's listless appearance and quietly moved, leaned over to ask for instructions in a low voice. "Young Master, Young Master Qin is here."

Ji Xiamo was distracted, he didn't have the time to mess with Qin Yan, when he heard the request, he rolled his eyes without raising his head. "not see!"

"Ji Xiamo! I'm here to see you!" Qin Yan walked into the plum garden with a broken sword in his hand, his eyebrows were raised upside down with a bit of flamboyance, and he looked like a young man who didn't know what to do. What does it look like to worry about.

Ji Xiamo rubbed the corners of her eyebrows, threw the dice on the table, and turned to enter the room.

Qin Yan quickly jumped into the room, walked to the table and sat down carelessly, raised his chin at Aoki. "What are you looking at? Go pour some tea! I'm almost smoking from my throat after walking all the way."

Aoki glanced at Ji Xiamo, seeing that Ji Xiamo didn't respond, he bowed his head and backed out.

"I said Ji Xiamo." Qin Yan leaned on the table with his chin propped up, looking at Ji Xiamo unhappily. "My son was worried about your injury and came all the way here. If you don't welcome me, you don't have to put on such a mournful face, right? How unlucky!"

Ji Xiamo glanced at Qin Yan, grabbed an apple on the table and smashed it. "Qin Xiaoyan, do you really think this is your own home? Eat and drink, shameless!"

Qin Yan stretched out his hand to catch the apple that was hitting him, and took a bite happily. "That's true, what's the relationship between us? Although we were not born in the same mother's womb, we have the fate of that brother, and we are destined to share blessings and share sorrows in this life!"

"Blessings can be shared, and difficulties can be forgotten."

Not caring about Ji Xiamo's casual coping, Qin Yan blew on the hot tea in his cup, and said with a smile, "I told my father about what happened in the past few days yesterday, and now the case has been solved, my father let me May I ask, when will you go to the general's mansion for a gathering?"

Ji Xiamo's subordinates paused, then fell silent for a moment, then got up and walked to the window to look at the plum grove in the garden without saying a word.

Qin Yan put down the cup in his hand and frowned. "Ji Xiamo, although my general's mansion is not as good as your prime minister's mansion, it's not that wronged you, is it? Why don't you want to see me so much?"

"Qin Xiaoyan, is the murderer really Pan Zilong?" Ji Xiamo whispered, with some hesitation on his face.

"Hi! What do I think?" Qin Yan got up and walked to Ji Xiamo's side, and patted Ji Xiamo's uninjured shoulder heartlessly. "What's the trouble with this matter? Naturally, didn't Pan Zilong admit it himself?"

"He admitted that he killed Pan Zikai, but he categorically denied Master Pan's death." Ji Xiamo turned around and stared at Qin Yan with burning eyes. "Besides, with Pan Zikai's martial arts, it is much easier to kill Master Pan than to kill Master Pan, but the fatal wound on Master Pan's body, compared to the wound on Pan Zikai's body, is obviously the result of two people."

Seeing Ji Xiamo's frown, Qin Yan shrugged. "After all, you just think Pan Zilong is innocent."

Ji Xiamo shook his head, "It's not that he's innocent, but I suspect that besides Pan Zilong, there is another murderer."

"It's useless even if you doubt it. Pan Zilong and his book boy have already been sentenced to Ling Chi, and they will be executed tomorrow."

"What!!" Ji Xiamo turned around suddenly, as if being hit on the head, with a look of astonishment.

"I was sentenced this morning, didn't I just come to tell you?" Qin Yan spread his hands innocently.

Ji Xiamo would stay where he was, looking at Qin Yan in a daze, with his mouth open, unable to speak for a long time, and just stood there in a daze.For a moment, his heart seemed to be tied to a big stone, making him unable to breathe.

Seeing that something was wrong with Ji Xiamo, Qin Yan didn't dare to laugh anymore, and stretched out a hand to carefully poke Ji Xiamo's body. "Ji Xiamo? Are you okay?"

"Brother Jin!!" Came back to his senses, Ji Xiamo pushed Qin Yan away and walked quickly towards the back room.

The dark wind flashed, and Jin Wuji landed quietly in front of Ji Xiamo. Ji Xiamo hurriedly missed Jin Wuji and walked behind the screen, "Brother Jin, help me change my clothes and go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice!"

Coldly stopping Qin Yan's footsteps, Jin Wuji flipped his palms, closed the door with internal force, turned around and followed Ji Xiamo into the back of the screen.

Putting on plain clothes, with blue silk tied behind her back casually, Ji Xiamo gave Qingmu a few words, and then got into Qin Yan's carriage without stopping, and rushed towards the Ministry of Punishment.

"Ji Xiamo, are you really planning to reverse the case for Pan Zilong?" Qin Yan raised his forehead. If he still can't see what Ji Xiamo wants to do at this time, then he is not stupid, but stupid.

"The murderer is not just Pan Zilong!" If Ji Xiamo was still hesitant about this just now, he is now determined to be sure.

"Ji Xiamo, this case was solved by you, and the person was sent in. Now you say that the murderer is not Pan Zilong, are you..."

"I didn't say the murderer wasn't Pan Zilong." Ji Xiamo raised her eyebrows to meet Qin Yan's troubled face. "It's that there is another murderer besides Pan Zilong."

Qin Yan snorted softly, and muttered softly, "That's not the same."

The three rushed to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice and were stopped by the guards. They were not in the mood to talk nonsense with them. Ji Xiamo directly put the three-sided token in front of the guards with a slightly impatient tone.

"The General's Mansion, the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the Five Princes' Mansion, you can take whichever one is available, and let me get out of the way!"

"..." the guard

He successfully entered the prison, with narrow passages, dim sight, and a disgusting smell of damp and decay in the air.

Inside the wooden pen, there were unkempt and bloody prisoners being imprisoned one by one.Crouching in a dark corner, seeing someone approaching, I shrank back in horror, and made a strange sound of 'woo woo', full of fear and despair.

As they went deeper, most of the prisoners in the prison were lying silently on the dirty dry grass, their clothes were ragged, their bodies were bloody, and their bones were dense. Most of them were already rotten, and there were even some maggots wriggling.At first glance, it looks like a dead person.

Passing by the execution area, rows of instruments of torture gleamed eerie and cold in the dark, covered with dry dark red, shocking and creepy.

The smell of rancidity, feces, and blood, mixed together, is almost suffocating.

Jin Wuji protected Ji Xiamo's frail body with one hand, looked at the rats, insects, snakes and ants that sprang out from time to time, his expression remained unchanged, and a wave of internal force passed, leaving behind a fragmented corpse and a blood flower, looking at the guard who led the way Trembling with fear, trembling, he didn't dare to look up.

Ji Xiamo silently looked at the cells on both sides, his face gradually turned cold, and the brows became heavy.

"I was wronged... I... I was wronged..."

The breathless whisper lingered in Ji Xiamo's ears like a curse. Looking at the miserable prisoners, Ji Xiamo couldn't help but leaned into Jin Wuji's arms, closed his eyes, and couldn't bear to look again.

Sensing Ji Xiamo's trembling body, Jin Wuji held Ji Xiamo's hand tightly and said in a low voice. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Ji Xiamo raised the corners of her mouth stiffly, a little bit bitterly and sarcastically. "Brother Jin, how many people do you think are tortured here?"

Hearing Ji Xiamo's words with sharp ears, the guard leading the way turned around and smiled apologetically. "Where did Mr. Ji say that all the people imprisoned here are the most heinous people, and there is more than enough to die. Sign and draw in black and white, but there is a bottom line."

Jin Wuji raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, mixed with the smell of blood, the aura of wandering life and death all year round was suppressed, and the body of the guard suddenly sank, almost kneeling down.

"Brother Jin." Ji Xiamo held Jin Wuji's hand and shook his head silently.

Jin Wuji withdrew his momentum lightly, the guard barely supported his body, bowed his body with a pale face and dared not speak any more.

Ji Xiamo took a deep look at the cells on both sides, secretly keeping these in mind, and only made plans after the incident.

Ji Xiamo followed the guards to a cell in the back, and immediately saw the little pheasant leaning against the wall in a prison uniform, and Pan Zilong, who was blood-stained in his arms and breathing weakly.

Ji Xiamo's face sank, "You executed him!"

"How dare you!" Sensing Ji Xiamo's unkindness, the guard bowed his hands tremblingly. "Besides, these two people will be sentenced to Ling Chi tomorrow, so it's not a crime, is it?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Qin Yan covered his nose and shouted with a livid face. "Open the door!"

The guard looked embarrassed, "This...sirs, this is probably..."

Throwing a bag of silver into the guard's arms, Ji Xiamo turned to signal Jin Wuji.Jin Wuji understood, and held the thick iron chain on the baby's wrist with one hand, and with a 'click' sound, the iron chain broke.Jin Wuji tore off the iron chain and opened the cell door, and Ji Xiamo walked in expressionlessly.

The guard was holding the money bag in a daze, staring at the broken chain on the ground, his legs trembling suddenly.

Qin Yan followed and snorted coldly when he missed the guard. "If you can't even keep the money in your hand, your head will be broken next."

Awakened by the noise outside the prison door, Xiaozhi raised his head and saw Ji Xiamo walking towards him. He opened his eyes wide and hugged Pan Zilong, who was unconscious in his arms, and kept shrinking back. "You, what do you want to do?"

"Shut up!" Ji Xiamo yelled, Shen Zilong walked to Pan Zilong and squatted down, made a general inspection, and looked back at Jin Wuji. "The wound is open and infected and is now running a fever."

Jin Wuji glanced at Pan Zilong indifferently, and remained silent.

Qin Yan snorted coldly, and crushed an arrogant cockroach with a look of disgust. "You don't care whether he is dead or alive. Don't forget Ji Xiamo. He wanted to kill you back then."

"Save him!" Little Pheasant suddenly grabbed Ji Xiamo's hand, her delicate face full of despair and sadness. "Please, save him! It was helpless for him to hurt you at the beginning. If you blame him, I am willing to die for him. But I beg you, please save him!"

"Save him?" Qin Yan pouted. "Killing his father and brother, he killed 37 people in Manfu. I'm afraid the gods will not be able to save him if they come."

"Qin Xiaoyan, shut up!" Ji Xiamo frowned.

Qin Yan snorted coldly, turning his face away and unwilling to talk to Ji Xiamo.

Ji Xiamo stared at the little pheasant's pale and painful face, a hint of puzzlement flashed in his eyes. "You, do you like him very much?"

The little pheasant smiled bitterly, slipped down the hand holding Ji Xiamo, and stroked Pan Zilong's handsome facial features, his eyes were full of deep nostalgia and dependence. "I have nothing, he is my everything."

"Broken sleeve!" Qin Yan folded his arms and turned around, snorting disdainfully, his arrogant appearance concealed the fleeting uneasiness in his eyes.

Looking at the gentle eyes of the little pheasant, Ji Xiamo was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke. "Tell me everything that happened that day, in every detail."

The little pheasant raised his head and looked at the solemn Ji Xiamo in astonishment.

"Your execution time is at noon tomorrow. I can reverse the case for you in less than a day. What happens is up to fate."

"You, are you willing to trust us?"

"I just trust my gut."

Next, Xiaozhi told Ji Xiamo what happened that day in detail, but everything was similar to what Ji Xiamo knew, and there were no clues that could be used.Seeing Xiaopheasant's expectant eyes, Ji Xiamo felt that his tense nerves were about to break.

Putting a hand on Ji Xiamo's shoulder, Jin Wuji helped Ji Xiamo up and spoke softly. "It's time to go, it's almost time."

Ji Xiamo glanced at the restless guards outside the cell, raised his head to signal Jin Wuji, and Jin Wuji took out a porcelain bottle and placed it beside Xiaozhi.

"This is the golden sore medicine for my injury, you use it for him."

"Thank you." The little pheasant hugged Pan Zilong tightly in his arms, picked up the golden sore medicine and looked at Ji Xiamo gratefully.

"What is this?" Ji Xiamo stopped turning around, bent down and took out a silk embroidered with blood-stained orchids from Pan Zilong's chest.

The little pheasant looked at the silk in Ji Xiamo's hand, and smiled palely, "My mother gave it to me, and the orchid on it was also embroidered by him."

Ji Xiamo frowned and looked at the silk in his hand, something seemed to flash through his mind.

"Ji Xiamo, let's go!" Qin Yan urged impatiently outside the prison door.

"I took this silk away, and I will do my best." After Ji Xiamo said that, she turned and left the prison.

After leaving the prison, it was getting late outside, so Ji Xiamo didn't dare to stay any longer, and hurried back to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the carriage.

Pan Zikai's blow to the neck was fatal.

The strange wound on Master Pan's head.

37 lives lost overnight.

The bizarre fire...

Who is the murderer? ! !

[Text No.40 Episode [-] Cellar]

It was already late at night, and there was faint candlelight flickering in front of the half-closed window. Ji Xiamo was sitting in front of the square table with her chin resting on her chin, drowsy, with messy booklets spread out in front of her.

Jin Wuji put down the autopsy records in his hand, slowed down and walked to Ji Xiamo's side, and put a cloak on him.Seeing the light blue in Ji Xiamo's eyes, Jin Wuji frowned slightly, with displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"Ji Xiamo!!" With a loud noise, the door of the room was slammed open from the outside, and Qin Yan hurried in.Jin Wuji tightened his grip on the sword, and coldly glanced at Qin Yan who was running towards him, restraining the urge to draw the sword.

Ji Xiamo, who was dozing off, was startled by Qin Yan, and suddenly stood up, knocked over the cold tea at hand, and soaked the paper books on the table. Fortunately, Jin Wuji had quick eyesight and quick hands, and put away the scattered booklets and papers. Ji Xiamo survived the hard work of the night.

Seemingly unaware of Jin Wuji's coldness, Qin Yan hurried to Ji Xiamo's side, "Ji Xiamo, according to your order, I ordered people to inspect the entire capital, and I didn't find anyone buying large quantities of kerosene recently."

Seeing Ji Xiamo's frown, Qin Yan grabbed a cup of cold tea on the table and poured it down, took a steady breath, and handed over a stack of crumpled papers, his bright eyes could not hide his excitement. "But I accidentally discovered one thing. Half a year ago, a person bought [-] catties of kerosene in a store on Nancheng Changjie. Each store in the capital buys kerosene at thirty catties each time."

"Half a year ago..." Ji Xiamo touched her chin and lowered her head in thought.

Qin Yan nodded and smiled inexplicably. "Ji Xiamo, in half a year, thirty catties at a time, do you think the accumulated kerosene can burn down a whole Pan's house?"

Jin Wuji picked up the cloak that fell on the ground, and put it on Ji Xiamo again. "That much kerosene would be conspicuous wherever it was placed."

"That's the key!" Qin Yan clapped his hands and raised his voice a little. "Now as long as we can find out where the kerosene is stored, won't we be able to find the murderer?"

Ji Xiamo shook his head and interrupted the excited Qin Yan, "First, this is just a suspicion. Even if you find the missing kerosene, you may not be able to find the murderer. Second, you don't remember what the person who bought the kerosene looked like." Does it look like?"

"I asked, but the store owners said that the person who bought the kerosene was wrapped in a loose black cloak, but judging from his voice and body shape, he was a man. I can conclude from the descriptions of those owners that it is a man. people!"

Ji Xiamo paced under the candlelight, flipping through the records in his hand, and remained silent.

Suddenly, Ji Xiamo stopped, as if thinking of something.

Ji Xiamo casually threw the record in his hand on the table, took out a blood-stained silk from his sleeve, walked quickly to the candlestick, and carefully looked at the embroidered paper on the silk in his hand by the dim candlelight. orchid.

After a long silence, for a long time, Ji Xiamo raised the corners of her lips, closed the silk in her hand, and a touch of understanding and sadness flashed in her eyes.

"Ji Xiamo, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yan poked his head, looking suspiciously at Ji Xiamo who suddenly fell silent.

Without answering Qin Yan's question, Ji Xiamo quickly walked over to Jin Wuji and took the booklet in his hand, found the autopsy records and turned to one place, looked at it carefully, with a cold expression on the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough!" The brochure in his hand was thrown heavily on the table, making Qin Yan jump.

"Brother Jin, come with me to Pan's Mansion later." Ji Xiamo took off the cloak on her body and threw it aside, turning around to signal Qin Yan. "Qin Yan, go to the prison again and ask me a few things."

Qin Yan felt more and more confused, "Ji Xiamo, what do you want to do?"

Ji Xiamo's hands paused, and there was a moment of silence. Ji Xiamo looked up at the night outside, and said softly. "I think, I know who the murderer is!"

Although he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Ji Xiamo's gourd, but seeing Ji Xiamo's cold expression, Qin Yan didn't dare to ask too much, patted his chest, and went to the prison of the Ministry of Justice with arrogance.

Ji Xiamo casually ate a few bites of snacks, and took Jin Wuji to Pan's residence.

When we arrived at Pan's Mansion, just like the previous visits, there were ruins and desolation everywhere.The last time Ji Xiamo was assassinated here and was injured, now that he came here again, Jin Wuji tensed up all his nerves, and was vigilant about his surroundings, lest someone who wasn't paying attention would be hurt again.

Ji Xiamo didn't care to look around, and went directly to Master Pan's residence when he arrived at Pan's mansion.

When they came to Master Pan's room, Ji Xiamo asked Jin Wuji to take out a few torches that he had prepared and light them one by one, illuminating the room like daylight.

Under the light of the fire, Ji Xiamo carefully turned Mrs. Pan's room inside out, even under the collapsed beams, but found nothing new.

It was early morning, and Ji Xiamo wiped his dirty face, and sat down on the burnt beam, sweating profusely, panting, looking extremely embarrassed.

Jin Wuji stepped forward and sat down next to Ji Xiamo, took out a handkerchief, and silently wiped the dirt off Ji Xiamo's face.

Ji Xiamo buried her face and hugged her head in distress, "Brother Jin, I have a headache."

Jin Wuji paused and fell silent for a moment, then pressed his cold fingers on Ji Xiamo's temple. "What are you looking for, I'll help you find it."

"Evidence." Ji Xiamo fell into Jin Wuji's arms sullenly, eyes closed. "I have roughly guessed who the murderer is, but I can't find evidence."

"Ahhh!!" Ji Xiamo let out a loud roar, got up and kicked the coke and black soil on the ground angrily. "It's almost dawn, God, can you give me a way to survive!!"

Looking at Ji Xiamo, who was irritable and collapsing, Jin Wuji frowned slightly, worried about his injuries, and was about to stop him, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of bright color in the crack in the corner of the bed.

"What is this?" Jin Wuji's voice interrupted Ji Xiamo's venting. Jin Wuji squatted in front of the bed, holding a nail-sized object that looked like a stone in his hand.

Ji Xiamo wiped his face, and hurriedly moved over to take the small stone from Jin Wuji's hand. "Is this something magical?"

Ji Xiamo squeezed it, then looked at the burning fire, thought for a moment, picked up the hem of his clothes and wiped it vigorously, and an oval-shaped emerald appeared in his hand.

Ji Xiamo was staring at the jadeite in her hand, her two beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and she pouted. "Tsk, it looks familiar."

"There is no piercing hole, it is an ornament."

"for example?"

"Hairpin."

"Right!" Ji Xiamo patted her thigh, grinning and showing her small white teeth. "I said, why does it look so familiar, so..."

Before Ji Xiamo could finish a sentence, Jin Wuji suddenly reached out and hugged him, tightly protecting him in his arms.With the broken dye in his hand in front of him, he looked out of the room with a stern expression. "who!"

"Ji Xiamo, are you there?" Qin Yan's cautious voice came from outside the house, and Ji Xiamo's tight heart relaxed, and he patted Jin Wuji's arm to signal him to let go.

Leaving Jin Wuji's embrace, Ji Xiamo carefully put away the jadeite in his hand. "Let's go, Brother Jin."

Taking Jin Wuji out of the house, he immediately saw Qin Yan who was leaning forward and standing cautiously among the ruins, carrying a lantern.

Ji Xiamo walked over to meet Qin Yan. "Qin Xiaoyan, why are you here?"

"You still talk!" Seeing Ji Xiamo, Qin Yan, who had been tense, breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. "You were in such a hurry, I hurried to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to ask what you ordered. I was afraid that you would be in a hurry, so I came directly to Pan's residence."

"Thank you." Ji Xiamo patted Qin Yan with a smile. "How about it?"

"I have already asked clearly. The little pheasant said that there are two cellars in Pan's residence, one is used to store wine, meat and vegetables, and the other is in the backyard. It was abandoned two years ago and has been piling up. Some unused waste."

After a little thought, Ji Xiamo made a decision. "Go to the wasteland."

The three came to the abandoned Houhuangyuan, and according to the information Qin Yan asked, they found the entrance of the cellar under the ruins, and signaled Jin Wuji and Qin Yan to remove the piled up coke and waste wood, and reopen the tightly sealed entrance .

"I'll go down first, then you." Stopping Ji Xiamo's forward movement, Jin Wuji picked up the torch without saying anything, and jumped into the cellar first.

Seeing Jin Wuji disappearing on the ground, Ji Xiamo seemed to be hit by something lightly in his heart, with a slight tremor.

Qin Yan stepped forward and squatted by the cellar entrance, making sure that there was no danger below, and turned his head to signal Ji Xiamo. "Go down, my queen."

Hiding the emotion in his eyes, Ji Xiamo returned to his usual playful smile. "Yo! When did Mr. Qin learn to carry forward his style? It's worthy of encouragement! I'll make you a pennant and send it to your home."

"Don't be proud! My son is asking you to try to see if there is any danger down there!" Seeing Ji Xiamo's half-smile face, Qin Yan yelled loudly with a slightly hot face.

Xin Ji Xia Mo knew that Qin Yan wanted to save face and suffer, but he didn't reveal it. He smiled and crawled down the cellar ladder.

In the cellar, Ji Xiamo fell into a familiar embrace. Jin Wuji put Ji Xiamo down and looked at it carefully, "Are you injured?"

Ji Xiamo laughed and moved her shoulders. "No, I didn't use any force on the wound."

With a muffled sound, Qin Yan also jumped down, and with the light of the fire in their hands, Ji Xiamo looked around.

"Go inside." Ji Xiamo motioned.

Jin Wuji was at the head, Qin Yan was behind the palace, and Ji Xiamo was sandwiched between them, walking towards the depths of the cellar.

As Qin Yan said, there are indeed a lot of discarded objects piled up here, ranging from small decorative porcelain to large tables, chairs and furniture, all piled up together high.

"It seems that he is right. This is indeed an abandoned cellar."

"It's not that simple." Hearing Qin Yan's words, Ji Xiamo shook his head.

"This place has been abandoned for two years, but..." Jin Wuji wiped the table beside him with his hand. "But there is no dust here, so it can be seen that people often come here to clean."

Qin Yan shrugged, "Can't people still live here?"

The three of them had come to the end, and Ji Xiamo glanced around, his eyes fixed on a closed half-person high wooden door.

Ji Xiamo stepped forward and knocked on the door, then took two steps back to signal Jin Wuji who was at the side. "Brother Jin, open the door."

Jin Wuji took two steps forward, broke the dye in his hand and opened the sheath for five points, [-]% of the internal force was pressed away, and a wooden door was instantly torn apart. Qin Yan was stunned, his spine felt cold, and couldn't help but quietly moved away from Jin Wuji's side for a few minutes. .

Ji Xiamo dodged the dust in the air and walked in the door. Suddenly, a pungent smell came over his face, making it difficult to breathe.

"What's the smell!" Qin Yan held his nose and stepped back again and again, frowning.

After Ji Xiamo followed Jin Wuji into the door, by the light of the fire, he could see that the space here was less than twenty feet, and there were high piles of unknown objects covered by thick linen.

Jin Wuji put the torch in his hand aside, protecting Ji Xiamo beside him, and tore off the sackcloth vigorously, suddenly hundreds of piled wooden barrels were exposed in sight.

"This is..." Qin Yan who followed looked at these wooden barrels in astonishment, stepped forward to check them roughly, and then looked back at Ji Xiamo. "Oil barrels?"

Ji Xiamo leaned softly in Jin Wuji's arms, the corners of her mouth curled up. "Tsk! It seems that the murder weapon that set fire to Pan's residence has been found."

"The murderer is Pan Zilong!?"

"You're stupid!" Ji Xiamo rolled her eyes, wishing she could kick Qin Yan's stupid face. "He is the murderer, can he tell you where the murder weapon is hidden?"

"Then, who is the murderer?" Qin Yan rubbed his forehead, deeply aware of his lack of IQ.

"Here are two pieces of clothes." Jin Wuji kicked away a wooden barrel, and took out two oily clothes from the crack of the barrel.

Ji Xiamo took the clothes that Jin Wuji handed over, examined them carefully, and gradually showed an unclear smile on his face.

Put away the clothes and pass them to Qin Yan who was at the side. "Put away the physical evidence, withdraw!"

"What are you going to do?" Qin Yan hugged the clothes, a little confused.

"I've been tossing all night, eat and sleep, recharge my energy, and see how the young master will take down that thief tomorrow!"

After leaving the cellar, looking at Dongfang who was gradually turning pale, Ji Xiamo pouted, "It seems that I can't sleep."

"I'm going to find a carriage and come over to eat first. I haven't eaten for almost a day and a night. I'm starving to death!" Qin Yan hugged a ball of clothes, said to Ji Xiamo, and floated weakly out of Pan's residence.

Seeing the back of Qin Yan walking away, Ji Xiamo pursed his lips, turned around and hooked Jin Wuji's neck, and tiptoed to rub Jin Wuji's neck affectionately.

"Brother Jin~~~My feet hurt, hug me~~" The sweet voice carried Ji Xiamo's soft and coquettish voice.

The corners of Jin Wuji's lips twitched inadvertently, and warmth flashed in his eyes.

"it is good."

[Text No.40 Trial of two episodes and three sessions]

On the day of execution, Pan Zilong and Xiaozhi were taken out of the cell at dawn and walked across the long street to the execution ground.

He was forced to kneel on the execution platform, surrounded by people watching.Pan Zilong squinted at the dark clouds in the sky, and his faint smile soothed Xiaozhi's fearful heart. "Close your eyes for a while and don't look."

The little pheasant raised a pale smile, with the warmth that Pan Zilong liked. "I'm not afraid of pain, I will always watch you, so that I can find you after we die."

The execution officer sat on the upper room of the execution platform, and when the last wisp of incense was burned out, the execution officer took the command arrow and threw it down with a wave.The red arrow landed on the stone slab, making a crisp impact sound, Pan Zilong closed his eyes, and let out a soft sigh from his mouth.

"The time has come! Execution!!"

Pan Zilong and the little pheasant were taken up and put on the wooden cross, and their jackets were pulled down. Pan Zilong's eyes were fixed on the little pheasant's face, with a feeling of nostalgia.

Seeing the dagger reflecting the cold light falling, a feathered arrow came through the air, knocking down the dagger in the executioner's hand, and nailed it deeply to the cross wood, its tail feathers trembled.

"Keep people under the knife!!" With a stern voice, Qin Yan stepped across the crowd lightly and landed firmly in front of Pan Zilong, with a youthful look on his raised eyebrows.

"Who is so bold! How dare you intercept the court! Come on! Take this thief down quickly!" The executioner stood up and shouted violently. A group of guards stepped forward and surrounded Qin Yan, facing each other with swords.

With the sound of hooves, a steed galloped through the crowd towards the execution ground.With a long hiss, the horse was strangled to the execution ground.

Jin Wuji jumped off the horse and reached out to hug Ji Xiamo, ignoring the swords around him that were about to hit the tip of his nose, Ji Xiamo walked up to the execution platform calmly as if he was visiting his back garden.

"Master Ji..." Xiaozhi looked at Ji Xiamo in a daze, and murmured softly.

Qin Yan looked at the pretending Ji Xiamo, sneered, and took out a jade token from his pocket. "Under the order of the fifth prince, there are still doubts about the case of the Pan family, and the execution date will be postponed, and Pan Zilong and the book boy Xiaozhi will be escorted back to wait for processing!"

The surrounding guards fell to their knees, and the people watching were in an uproar, whispering to each other.

Ji Xiamo glanced at Pan Zilong, who had a look of astonishment, and walked up to Xiaozhi, raising his eyebrows slightly, winking and winking, full of rage. "How is it? Is this appearance enough to be tyrannical and cool?"

The little pheasant stared at Ji Xiamo dumbfounded, "Master Ji, do you want...to rob the court?"

"Tch! Young master, am I such a tasteless person?" Ji Xiamo shook his bone fan coquettishly with his nostrils up. "Since I dare to speak out to solve this mysterious case, my lord, there is nothing I can't do!"

"Come here!!" Ji Xiamo took two steps back and leaned lazily on Jin Wuji's body. With a wave of his paw, two pairs of soldiers surrounded him.Ji Xiamo yawned, hooked his fingers, and smiled prettily. "Take these two and go home!"

"Yes!!"

Ji Xiamo did not return to the Prime Minister's Mansion or the Ministry of Punishment, but led a group of people to swagger through the city and arrived at the ruined Pan Mansion with great fanfare.

Feng Shaojin has been waiting here for a long time, and beside him are two men that Ji Xiamo looks familiar to him. Ji Xiamo thinks that if his memory has not reached the level of dementia, these two people should be the third prince Feng Yelan and the sixth prince. Feng Yufei.

In front of the gate of the ruined Pan Mansion, three books were prepared, and the three kings were sitting behind the case, and the guards in yellow clothes were aggressive and treated them solemnly.

Guarded by soldiers, Ji Xiamo walked through the crowd of onlookers, walked up to Feng Shaojin with a smile on his face, and bowed his hands in a four-faced salute. "Grassmen refer to the fifth prince, the third prince, and the sixth prince!"

Feng Shaojin got up to meet him, supported Ji Xiamo with one hand, and said with a smile. "When you sent the news today, the third brother and the sixth younger brother were gathering in the palace. If you don't come, you are afraid of making trouble, and if you come, you are afraid of slowing down the guests, so you simply come here together. After drinking the tea, let's see how you can break this unreasonable case." Head hanging case."

Ji Xiamo grinned, and the two rows of small white teeth made people laugh. "It's the grass people's honor that the third prince and the sixth prince are here."

Feng Yufei stepped forward, looked Ji Xiamo up and down, and smiled flamboyantly with his hands behind his back. "Fifth Brother has been saying that you are exquisite in seven orifices, you are extremely intelligent, and you can solve cases like a god. Today, the king is here to see you."

"The six princes are too famous! The grass-roots people have little talent and learning, and their virtues are weak, but the five princes have a great reputation, and the grass-people deserve it."

"Xiaomo." Feng Shaojin, who didn't like these red tapes at all, interrupted the two people's mutual flattery, but in fact they confronted each other secretly, and raised his hand to signal Pan Zilong and Xiaozhi behind them. "The case has not been closed, and the two have pleaded guilty, why is there a retrial."

"Pan Zilong's murder of Pan Zikai has been convicted, but other than that, the murderer of Mr. Pan and the fire in Pan's residence is someone else." Ji Xiamo lightly shook his bone fan, smiling inscrutablely.

"Oh? I'd like to hear about it."

"Don't be impatient, my lord. Sit down first, and Caomin will tell you the ins and outs of the case." Ji Xiamo turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Feng Shaojin raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but tapped Ji Xiamo's forehead with his fingers, and scolded in a low voice, "My god is mysterious, if someone else dares to be so presumptuous, this king will definitely kill him."

"Tsk! What's the relationship between us, can others compare?" Ji Xiamo rubbed his nose without moving his mouth, and the two brothers bumped into Feng Shaojin's shoulders.

Feng Shaojin shook his head and laughed, but didn't say any more, turned around and sat down after returning to the desk.Feng Yufei stared dumbfounded at the interaction between the two, opened his mouth, and had no choice but to turn around and go back to the desk and sit down without saying a word.

Feng Yelan, who had been silent all this time, leaned on the chair, looked at Ji Xiamo with an unclear expression, and an unknown storm was brewing in the depths of her deep black eyes.

The three bosses took their seats. Ji Xiamo put away the smile on his face and turned to look at Qin Yan. Qin Yan understood and waved his hand to order. Two guards came over with the dumb woman who was in a mess and the butler Li Zhi.

Seeing the two people kneeling down, Pan Zilong and Xiaozhi were startled. They just wanted to go over, but they were firmly held down by the soldiers, unable to move.

Ji Xiamo scanned the surrounding crowd, opened the bone fan in his hand, and began to speak eloquently. "The Murder of 37 People in the Pan Mansion"