Beauty is sick

The little servant panicked and screamed at the top of his throat, attracting a group of people over after a while.

The three of Pei Zhe mixed in the crowd and did not step forward.

Jinling Jiuzheng tilted his head to watch Wen Feiyu: "Your husband was assassinated, and you are about to become a 'widow'. Why don't you hurry over and have a look?"

When I first entered the small courtyard, I made jokes and talked about the widow's door, but I didn't expect it to be a prophecy.

Wen Feiyu rolled his eyes: "What's so interesting, if I have so much free time, I might as well kill you and avenge him."

Jin Lingjiu shook his head: "Thinking and ruthless."

Wen Feiyu: "..."

Jin Lingjiu thought it wasn't enough, so he got tired of Pei Zhe again: "Fortunately, my Pei Lang won't treat me like this. It seems that the fake mandarin ducks are not as good as real couples, and they are unreliable once they enter the house."

Wen Feiyu: "..."

Pei Zhe: "..."

Young Master Wen probably had never been so angry before, he endured and endured, but couldn't hold back, and asked Pei Zhe sincerely: "How can you bear him?"

Jin Lingjiu just laughed, touched his face, and said first: "Looking at my face, can anyone get angry?"

Pei Zhe took it for granted: "That's true."

Wen Feiyu: "..."

Young Master Wen couldn't play with these two black hearts, and fell into deep self-doubt. He felt that he was not much worse than Jinling Jiu in appearance. How could he stand Jinling Jiu with so many people, and there was even a servant beside him? Can't wait for a long time?

The other two didn't care about the "picked up" young master at all, and bit their ears as if no one else was around.

Jin Lingjiu: "Aren't you going to look at it this time?"

Pei Zhe: "What's interesting, your hands are on the left and right, if you want to know something, just ask you."

Jin Lingjiu: "It has nothing to do with me, I've always been by your side, so I don't have time to do anything."

Pei Zhe: "You don't have time, the left screen is free."

"Come on, hurry up and report to the official!"

"Is the general injured? It's not serious, go and call the doctor!"

"General... the general is dead!"

There were a lot of people in the room, and the noisy voices were suppressed by the phrase "the general has passed away", causing an uproar in the room.

Pei Zhe frowned, and looked at Jin Lingjiu in disapproval. The young man shouted "Someone is assassinated" and didn't mention any casualties. He arrived, directly took Zhang Yaori's life.

Wen Feiyu said quietly: "As expected of the ninth son of the first floor in the world, he is so cruel and ruthless that I really admire him."

"To each other." Jin Lingjiu said casually.

Pei Zhe took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Jin Lingjiu's tone was innocent: "Why can't I understand what Pei Lang is saying?"

Pei Zhe's eyebrows twitched a few times: "Youzhou is facing an unsolved foreign aggression. Although Zhang Yaori deserves death, it is obviously not the best time to take his life. Once he dies, Youzhou will definitely be in chaos."

Jin Lingjiu was silent for a while, then smiled: "So?"

Pei Zhe was speechless.

Jin Lingjiu touched his face, and gently brushed away the hair on the side of his face: "Not to mention that I didn't do it, Pei Lang has already said that this day deserves death, so if it takes his life Do I need to pick an auspicious date?"

He laughed softly: "He is very happy today, it must be an auspicious day, a good death is also a wonderful death, great joy and great funeral, isn't it good to have everything together?"

Wen Feiyu echoed leisurely: "It's interesting and interesting, you still know how to play!"

Pei Zhe felt cold all over, and suddenly felt that he had underestimated Jin Lingjiu's madness.

He took a step back subconsciously, but was pulled into his arms by Jin Lingjiu with a ferocious force, as if he wanted to crush him.

Pei Zhe frowned: "It hurts."

He lowered his head slightly, missing the gloom that flashed across Jin Lingjiu's face.

"Does it hurt?" Jin Lingjiu released some force from his hands, but did not leave his waist, "I'm just a little angry, Pei Lang doesn't believe me."

Pei Zhe was silent, and after a while, he raised his head: "Let me believe that you didn't do anything to Zhang Yaori?"

Jin Lingjiu nodded aggrievedly: "Killing him will dirty my hands."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Pei Zhe not only began to wonder if he had really misunderstood.

Jin Lingjiu hit the iron while the iron was hot, and half hugged him sticky: "After all, Zhang Yaori and I have no enmity or enmity. He may not be able to defend Youzhou, so why should I want his life?"

This is quite reasonable, Pei Zhe slowly loosened his frown and relaxed his body: "I didn't mean to doubt you, it's just..."

It's just that you know everything, the suspicion is too great.

Jin Lingjiu glanced at Wen Feiyu who was watching the play, and said coolly: "Young Master Wen was forcibly married, and he must hate Zhang Yaori very much, and he doesn't seem to be ignorant. I see that his suspicion is stronger than mine. Still big."

Pei Zhe subconsciously looked at Wen Feiyu, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.

Wen Feiyu's scalp became numb from his gaze, he ground his molars, and cursed in a low voice: "...Jin Lingjiu, did the young master fuck your wife? You are so full that you fight against the young master everywhere? !"

Jin Lingjiu's face turned cold: "If it's as you said, you've already gone to Yincao Difu to reunite with Zhang Yaori now."

Wen Feiyu shivered, shrank his neck, and muttered softly: "I'm just making an analogy, I don't really want to..."

"It's better." Jin Lingjiu gave him a warning look, "Otherwise ten Wen families won't be able to protect you."

Wen Feiyu drooped his head and was as obedient as a quail. If he couldn't move freely, he would definitely stay far away from these two people.

Pei Zhe became more and more curious about the relationship between the First Floor under Heaven and the Wen family. Judging from the way Jin Lingjiu and Wen Feiyu got along, it seemed that it was not that simple.

But he is not going to ask questions now, there are more important things at the moment: "If it wasn't you, who would attack Zhang Yaori?"

Zhang Yaori said one thing in Youzhou, it is unrealistic not to have any enemies, but they were assassinated when they came, it is impossible that there is no connection.

A little displeasure remained on Jin Lingjiu's face, and he suggested absently, "Do you want to see the corpse?"

Assassins have their own ways of martial arts, and Zhang Yaori is also a martial arts practitioner, so there will definitely be marks on his body.

Pei Zhe nodded: "This method is feasible."

But with what identity to investigate?

Jin Lingjiu saw what he was thinking, and said empathetically, "We came to Youzhou under the orders of the Right Prime Minister. Now that General Zhang is killed, we naturally can't just sit idly by, otherwise how can we explain to the right?"

Pei Zhe took a deep look at him, as if he understood why he pretended to be the right minister before, and the co-author was planning for the present.

This person is really a roundworm in his stomach, he knows him thoroughly, he knows that he will not stand by, and he has prepared everything early.

Someone in the house had seen Wen Feiyu, so he didn't follow Pei Zhe and Jin Lingjiu.

Pei Zhe was determined to find out the truth about Zhang Yaori's assassination, he didn't hide anything, he directly revealed the identity arranged by Jin Lingjiu, when everyone was in a daze, he led Jin Lingjiu to push through the crowd and came to the side of the corpse.

Zhang Yaori's death was not too miserable, not comparable to the people who died in the Huaizhou prefect and the [-]th bureau incense shop. There were two obvious wounds on his body, which looked like sword wounds, one of which was a normal sword body The width, the other is slightly narrower, about a finger's width, both on the chest.

Pei Zhe squatted down to check, and called Jin Lingjiu: "Which one is the fatal injury?"

Judging from the direction of the wounds, they are all right-handed swords. One person cannot use two swords at the same time, so there should be two assassins. This can also explain why Zhang Yaori, a martial arts practitioner, was easily assassinated.

"Are you using me as a slave again?" Jin Lingjiu squatted beside him, disgusted, "This corpse is too dirty, I don't want to touch it."

His obsession with cleanliness broke out for a long time, and Pei Zhe was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

Jin Lingjiu snorted: "Pei Lang has lowered his value. You are different from him and the world. I don't mind touching you. It doesn't mean I don't dislike others. Besides, this is a dirty thing."

The last sentence was said in Pei Zhe's ear, the word "dirty thing" was bitten lightly and softly, with a hint of teasing.

Pei Zhe wanted to say it was troublesome, but he was happy because he was an exception in Jinling Jiu, and his heart was warm, so he sighed helplessly: "You don't need to touch it, just get closer, I...forget it, the one standing over there Brother, come here and help pick up the wound on this corpse."

The boy who was called was startled, and he came over slowly: "Why, how do you pick it up?"

"Tear off the neckline first to expose the top of the chest." Pei Zhe turned his head, "You tell him what to do next."

Jin Lingjiu accepts when he sees a good deal: "Okay."

The young man undressed the corpse with trembling hands, he died, is he offending the general?

Jin Lingjiu instructed him to move, and looked closely at the corpse: "The wider one is close to the heart vein, the bleeding is heavy, the wound is deeper, it is a fatal wound, and the narrower wound is not deep, it is a flesh wound."

Pei Zhe nodded: "What else do you see?"

Jin Lingjiu took out a handkerchief, and wiped his hands slowly. Pei Zhe had touched the corpse just now, so he had to wipe it clean: "The narrower one should be a soft sword, which penetrates slightly shallower into the skin."

Pei Zhe was startled: "Soft sword?"

"Yes." Jin Lingjiu looked at him with a smile, "As for the other sword, it's very common and shouldn't be too sharp, otherwise with the strength of the sword holder, it might be able to pass through the heart."

There are not many people who use soft swords, and he has seen very few of them. Pei Zhe stood up with deep eyes.

Jin Lingjiu lost his handkerchief, and followed him with his hands behind his back: "Pei Lang has an idea?"

With the name of the right prime minister, no one dared to stop them and made way for them.

After Pei Zhe walked out of the crowd, he stopped and waved his hands back: "You did it on purpose."

Jin Lingjiu caught the folding fan he threw over: "Why are you so angry, I didn't refuse what Jiaojiao asked me to do."

"You didn't refuse, but you..." Pei Zhe grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, "You already knew who killed Zhang Yaori!"

Jin Lingjiu was not annoyed, he put his hands on his waist, and admitted it openly: "Yes, I know."

Pei Zhe was angry and wronged: "Then you don't tell me directly, you look at me guessing like a headless chicken, you are just playing me like a monkey!"

"This crime is serious." Jin Lingjiu sighed softly, "You didn't directly ask me who killed Zhang Yaori."

Pei Zhe was speechless.

Jin Lingjiu smiled: "Don't be angry, am I fulfilling your desire to investigate the case? When Jiaojiao investigates the case, she is so handsome."

Pei Zhe let go, looking at the wrinkled collar, he was very upset: "Don't try to change the subject, let's go back and settle this account, and deal with Zhang Yaori's matter first."

Jin Lingjiu nodded with a good temper: "Okay, do you want to catch the murderer? If you do it, the murderer will definitely not run away."