Sir, I can do it!

The actors babbled and sang, the melodious tunes were simple and distant, with a long aftertaste.

Wei Zhao opened the curtain and came out of the private room, seeing that the official was mesmerized by what he heard, he couldn't help but feel a little bit emotional.

The actors and actresses on the stage come on the stage, interpreting countless stories.At the end of a song, countless springs and autumns have passed.The joys and sorrows of the whole life are all within a square inch.The singer has the heart, and the listener has the heart.

Wei Zhao didn't bother the officials who were listening to the play, but went straight to Wan Yanhong's private room where the incident happened.A few days have passed, the desktop has been covered with a layer of dust, and all the items and furnishings are in their original places.

"By the way, Ah Zhao, how is the case going?"

"Zhang Bing is dead, and Mei Yuchi, the spy of Nanliang, has pleaded guilty, so I can be exonerated."

"Isn't that a good thing! How can you look like you are bitter and bitter?"

"But the real culprit has still not been found."

"Didn't they all admit it? Why is there still a culprit?" Han Chongliang looked at a loss.

"It won't be clear for a while."

Wei Zhao recalled the scene of that day and sat down facing the stage.

"According to what Liu San who was serving the elegant room that day said, sitting here is Wan Yanhong, Zhang Bing on the left, and three guards on the right. Next to Wan Yanhong is Gu Fang, in the middle is Gu Jin, and finally The outside is the ancient forest."

"It was also Gu Fang who pushed Wanyanhong back that day, and Gu Fang is Wanyanhong's chief guard, the most trusted person... No!"

Wei Zhao set his gaze on the scattered wine jars. He remembered that the guy at Wuji Winery said that Gu Jin had bought five jars of spirits from him.

"Manager Mei, is Liu San here?" Wei Zhao shouted outside.

Hearing the rumor, Liu San hurried over, and the official who was listening to the opera outside the door also entered the private room, and said, "What orders does Mr. Wei have?"

"I want to ask Liu San a question."

Liu Sanwei stepped forward obediently: "My lord, please."

"Wanyan Hong came to Meiyuan that day, did you notice how many jars of wine his guards brought with them?"

"It's five jars. There is a regulation in Meiyuan. You need to pay an additional five hundred yuan for each jar of wine if you bring your own wine. Mr. Zhang gave a total of two and a half silver. The villain will not remember it wrong."

"What's the matter, Zhao?"

Wei Zhao looked around, there were only three wine jars in the private room, two were empty and one was not opened.The altar that Chen Jinghuai took away that day was half drunk.There are four altars in total.

"There is a jug of wine missing."

"What do you mean?" Han Chongliang scratched his head, not understanding what Wei Zhao was talking about.

The officer was shocked and said: "Mr. Wei, the villain has been guarding for a few days, and absolutely no one will come near this private room."

Wei Zhao waved his hand: "It's not your problem."

The officer breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully glanced at Wei Zhao: "I don't know what Mr. Wei said..."

"It's okay, you go down."

Seeing that he didn't order, the official retreated respectfully.

"I said Ah Zhao, what are you thinking about?"

Wei Zhao shook his head: "It's nothing. Although I can roughly guess several possibilities, there is always a doubt that cannot be determined. It's like a deadlock, even if everything else is smoothed out, as long as this deadlock remains, things will never be solved." smooth."

"Since you can't figure it out, don't think about it. My mother often said that the more you dig into the corner, the easier it is to sink deeper and deeper."

Han Chongliang pushed open the window, and the bright sunshine poured down, and the Baihui Street was very lively, with jugglers beating gongs and drums to attract passers-by.

"Look, Azhao, I've never seen those martial artists before. They seem to be fighting, and it's exciting to watch."

Baihui Street gathers skilled people from all over the world, all of whom are local leaders, flocking to the most prosperous place in the world, it is inevitable that no one will accept the other.Therefore, it has become a custom in Baihui Street. Whoever wins will be the leader of the line.

Wei Zhao got up and looked out the window, and saw that skilled man in a handsome figure, dressed in plain white, sitting in front of the table, holding a small fan in his hand, and slapped it awake, all the onlookers were silent.

Suddenly there was a sharp whistling sound, and then the horse neighed, followed by the sound of horseshoes like a gust of wind and rain, as if thousands of troops and horses galloped past.The sound of drumming, shouting, and fighting all went out all at once, and all the spectators were dumbfounded.

Then the situation took a turn for the worse, the sound of gurgling streams, the sound of birds singing in the empty mountains, the sound of horseshoes changing from sharp to slow, and the melodious and melodious tunes are like high mountains and flowing water, quite a bit of the artistic conception of empty valleys and orchids.

At the end of a performance, there was still silence on the field. It was not until a long time later that the spectators came back to their senses and applauded like thunder.

Han Chongliang clapped his hands and laughed: "Anyway, we have been in Baihui Street for so many years, and this is the first time we have heard such a wonderful performance."

"One person can be like a thousand horses, it's really wonderful." Wei Zhao shook off his folding fan and nodded in praise.

Huo Bao'er took a look with his head, then slipped out of Meiyuan, and came back after a while.

"Young master, I just went to ask about it. The artisan's name is Yu Ping. He is from Yuzhou. He is the leader in the local area. His skills are superb and unmatched."

Han Chongliang smiled and said: "Sure enough, there are many skilled people in the south. Nanjun has Nanxi, and Yuzhou has ventriloquist. I heard that even if the locals in Yuzhou have not learned ventriloquism, they can imitate a few tricks after listening to it. I see the ventriloquism in Baihui Street It’s time for a change at the head of the line.”

Wei Zhao smiled and said yes.

"After watching a good show today, I finally felt much better. Let's go, I'll invite you to Fan Lou for a drink." Wei Zhao closed the folding fan with a 'snap', turned and left.Walking to the table, he suddenly thought of something and stopped abruptly.

Han Chongliang didn't pay attention, it was too late to stop, and he knocked Wei Zhao staggeringly. Fortunately, Huo Bao'er was clever and helped him up, otherwise he would have fallen into the mud.

Han Chongliang stroked his frightened heart: "Why didn't you leave all of a sudden!"

Wei Zhaozheng was standing at Zhang Bing's position. He turned his head slowly and looked at Han Chongliang: "I just suddenly thought of the Meiyuan case file I read in Nanfu. It was written clearly that Zhang Bing is from Yuzhou."

"So what?"

"Is it possible that Zhang Bing can also ventriloquist?"

"So? Ah Zhao, you are stunned. Although there are many ventriloquists in Yuzhou, it doesn't mean that everyone knows it. Zhang Bing is an official of the imperial court. Those literati are the most self-proclaimed, and they have never looked down on these three schools and nine streams of."

Wei Zhao suddenly smiled: "Sometimes the more impossible things are the more likely to happen. Ah Liang, I have to take a step ahead!"

"Hey Azhao! Didn't you say invite me to Fan Lou!"

"Another day, another day."

Wei Zhaofeng went to Nanfu again in a gust of wind, but it happened that Changsun Ke didn't go out.

"It's very kind of you to be here, Mr. Grandson, I found a new clue."

"Oh?" Compared to Wei Zhao's excitement, Changsun Ke was very calm.

"I listened to a good show in Meiyuan today. The artist imitated various things and characters with superb skills, as if he was on the scene. Coincidentally, Zhang Bing is from Yuzhou. If the incident happened that day, Zhang Bing could Imitating Wan Yanhong's voice, wouldn't it be able to prove what Master Changsun said: Wan Yanhong died a long time before he rushed out of the private room. And the person who spoke later was actually Zhang Bing!"

Changsun Ke looked at him for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask Meng San to investigate."

"Oh, there is one more thing. Wan Yanhong's private room is missing a jug of wine!"

"Huh?" Changsun Ke frowned slightly: "We went to Meiyuan to investigate the scene that day. There were six jars of wine in the private room, four of which were from Wuji Winery, and two were from Meiyuan."

"Exactly! But later we ran into Chen Jinghuai in front of Wuji Winery. I walked quickly and arrived one step ahead. I vaguely heard the guy say that Gu Jin bought five altars from him. Today I asked Liu San again, he It is also confirmed that Wan Yanhong did bring five jars of wine to Meiyuan that day. That few jars of wine may be the key point."

Changsun Ke lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "I will check."

Wei Zhao smiled and said, "Thank you!"

"No, it's a matter of duty. But I still have to remind Mr. Wei of one thing."

"what's up?"

"One day passes quickly." He pointed to the bloody sun outside the house, and cast a cold glance at Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao scratched his cheeks in embarrassment: "Hey, it's not over yet, I'm going back to my house to study, right now."

Sitting in the carriage of the Hou's Mansion, Wei Zhao looked back unwillingly, and was a little disappointed not to see Changsun Ke coming out to see him off.

"I don't understand the style, and I don't say to stay with me for a while."

"Master, what are you mumbling about?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Wei Zhaobai looked at the scenery on the street through the car window in boredom.

The carriage swayed, Wei Zhao felt tired after running all day, and fell asleep unconsciously.

He had that nightmare again, it was still the boy, the sword pierced through the murderer's chest, the dream was still blood-red, under the black clouds.But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see the boy's face clearly.There is only a very strong sense of familiarity...

"Master, here we are!"

Wei Zhao was woken up by Huo Bao'er, but it seems that he has not fully recovered.

He rubbed his eyebrows, and suddenly asked: "Huo Baoer, when did you follow me, young master?"

Huo Bao'er raised her head and said proudly: "Bao'er has been with the young master since she was six years old, so it's been 12 years!"

"12 years."

"That's right, the young master was only eight years old at the time. When Bao'er first came to the house, the young master fell ill and had a fever for several days. The old lady was very anxious. Mother Xu guarded the young master day and night, Bao'er My son followed suit. Later, the young master stopped burning, but he was bored and didn't speak. Bao'er thought that the young master didn't like me. After the young master recovered from his illness, he gradually became lively. The young master was smart and Handsome and nice to Bao'er, Bao'er really likes the young master."

After recovering from illness when he was eight years old, Wei Zhao only had some superficial memories of his childhood, but he also remembered a lot when he listened to family chatting.It's just what happened when he was eight years old, but he can't remember anything.

"Why did the young master suddenly think of asking this?"

"Nothing, get out of the car."

"Oh."

It was dusk, and the lights were lit in the house.Wei Zhao looked at Wei Yuan and learned that the situation had improved, so he was completely relieved.

"Huo Bao'er, tell the kitchen to deliver dinner to my yard. I won't eat it in the front yard today."

"Yes, sir."

Wei Zhao returned to Guiyun Academy and started studying. Although he didn't do business in the past, if he wanted to accomplish something, he could be serious enough.

In less than a stick of incense, he read the obscure and complicated "Medicine Classic".Huo Baoer called him several times and he didn't respond.The food was reheated over and over again, but he remained steadfast.

It wasn't until late at night that I put down my book, stretched my sore legs and feet, and yawned long.

"Living baby!"

Wei Zhao yelled twice but got no answer, so he got up and went to Huo Baoer's room next door.The door of the room was closed tightly, and there were still small and broken sounds from inside.

"Huobaoer, what are you fussing about?"

Wei Zhao pushed the door and entered, and saw Huo Bao'er taking out a familiar box from a very inconspicuous corner behind the bookcase.

Seeing Wei Zhao coming in, Huo Bao'er stood up quickly, put the box on the table, and said with some gloom: "Master, the candied fruit hidden by Bao'er has been discovered, and now there are only so many left."

"My young master took great pains to find the things you hid. How do you think Yuan'er found them?"

Huo Baoer shook his head, he was also very puzzled.but……

"Master, Master Yuan's love for candied fruit has reached the point of insanity. Although we changed the box for candied fruit, candied fruit is still candied fruit. The aroma and sweet taste will not change. Master Yuan has a sharp nose. You must have found it by following the smell."

Wei Zhao nodded approvingly: "You're right. Huo Baoer is Huo Baoer, you can't just change your clothes and become Huo Baoer..."

"clothing?!"

"What's the matter, master?"

Wei Zhao suddenly stopped, as if he had vaguely thought of some possibility.

"Young master, the food is still warming on the stove, do you want to bring it to the young master?"

Wei Zhao was caught in his own thoughts, and couldn't hear Huo Baoer's words at all. While thinking, he walked to the bedside, and suddenly fell to the bed.Then... fell asleep.

"Master, this is Bao'er's room, you..."

Wei Zhao slept soundly, Huo Bao'er couldn't bear to call him, so he had to put him in an ugly and awkward position, and went to Wei Zhao's room to get a quilt to cover him.I made the floor on the spot.After working in the middle of the night, I was already exhausted, and I yawned and fell asleep.