Beauty is sick

The prefect's body fell to the ground, lying in a pool of half-dried blood.

Facing up, his gray face was facing Lin Jingkong, his protruding eyes turned white, like a lonely ghost painted in a picture book.

The death of the top leader in Huaizhou City was no longer something he could suppress. Lin Jingkong's expression turned ugly, and his gaze at the man became darker and darker.

Yun Wuyang staggered a step, blocked his sight, and teased with winks: "Commander Lin, why is he staring at my young master, you have to look at Mr. Zhifu now, this is your 'old friend'."

The light cavalry officers and soldiers following Lin Jingkong were taken aback when they heard the words, and then cast admiring glances at Yun Wuyang, and at the same time quietly clenched the saber around their waists, and rushed out to kill the gun as soon as the commander gave an order. Those who speak wild words are detained.

In Huaizhou City, the magistrate and Commander Lin are of the same breed. Three years ago, someone used the gate of their mansion as a piece of paper and inscribed a line of words on it with a brush, which together formed a couplet:

The first couplet sent to the magistrate: flattering the upper and lower, bullying the weak and fearing the tough is shameless, and you will die.

The second line is presented to the commander: Domineering, narrow-minded and in vain, cut off children and grandchildren.

The horizontal batch hangs on the street of the vegetable market: a pair of lingering old friends.

All of a sudden, the ridicule and sarcasm of "old friends" became the talk of the people in Huaizhou City after dinner, and it was well known.

The two people who were mentioned were furious, but they turned Huaizhou City upside down and couldn't find the person who did this kind of thing. The word seemed to appear on the door out of thin air.

Later, there were rumors that this was done by a scholar who came to Beijing to rush for the exam. The scholar was upright and could not understand the behavior of the two, but he had nothing to do. He just used this to vent his anger for the people of Huaizhou. She clapped her hands and left in a cool way, naturally she would not be found by them.

Although people's words are formidable, but in the city of Huaizhou they were eventually defeated by the monstrous power, most of them were teased in private, no one dared to mention it publicly.

Qingqi officers and soldiers are all working under Lin Jingkong, and they know that he rejects the "old friend" thing. Now that Yun Wuyang mentions this matter in front of the Commander, he just feels that this fair and innocent young man is really brave. .

A servant follows his master, as expected of a person who follows that lord.

Lin Jingkong's eyes were gloomy, and after a while, he suddenly smiled: "My lord knows a lot."

Yun Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, even though he tried his best to keep a sullen face, there was still a hint of panic leaking out.

"Not much." The man tapped Yun Wuyang on the shoulder with a folding fan, raised his eyes to look at Lin Jingkong, and said calmly, "It's just something that everyone knows."

Everyone Knows?Lin Jingkong's face darkened, and he couldn't even keep smiling.

The confrontation in this room is non-stop, and Zhong Limo is still in a trance over there.

In the seventh year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, an incident happened in the imperial court. Everyone from the old man to the young child knew about it, and a title became famous all over the world.

That year, the gentle and refined young man Lang San beat the heavenly drum, and had a big debate with the emperor on the matter of the examination, and the ninety-five-year-old was convinced, and changed the age limit for the young man.

The young man has not yet been crowned, and he is the youngest one in the examination. He is not tall enough, and he stands out among a group of candidates.But with his quick thinking and full of knowledge, he overwhelmed other candidates and won the third place in the palace examination in one fell swoop.

There was no two in the limelight at the time, and he was called "the first flower explorer".

His surname is Pei and his name is Zhe, and he is the young teacher of the prince.

Pei Zhe turned his wrist and tapped the side: "Let the magistrate lie in the pool of blood, Commander Lin is a good old man, he really has a heart like stone."

He was young, with a clear and clear voice, and he spoke slowly, always with a natural romantic smile, a kind of tune that sang a little song in the south, and he sounded lazy.

Being ridiculed one after another by the master and servant, Lin Jingkong was like an inkstone walking on one side, his face was so dark that he could squeeze out ink.

He was domineering in Huaizhou city, he knew what it means to be high in the sky and the emperor is far away, and he also knew what it meant to be crushed to death by a high-ranking official, especially an official from the capital.Now that Qianglong has overwhelmed the local snake, even today he was disgusted by the word "old friend", he had no choice but to pinch his nose and swallow the bad breath.

"Find someone to do the autopsy." Lin Jingkong ordered with a serious face, "Seal the door of the mansion, a team of people went to investigate the situation of other family members in the mansion, and a team of people stayed and checked the surroundings, looking for any clues."

The officers and soldiers of Qingqi were astonished, but they still acted according to his arrangement. One person followed Lin Jingkong and followed him to check the hall, and when he was far away from the others, this person asked in a low voice: "Commander, how about letting go like this?" past them?"

Lin Jingkong raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise?"

If there is no such thing as the magistrate, he can still be a pair with Pei Zhe. Now it is like this, the sky in Huaizhou City will definitely change.Small indifference can lead to great conspiracy, Pei Zhe is a person highly regarded by the Holy Spirit, and he must not have any accidents under his nose.

Although he was restrained everywhere tonight, Lin Jingkong also saw that Pei Zhe needed his help. Instead of confronting him tit for tat, he might as well obey his orders and let Pei Zhe take over the affairs of Huaizhou City.

Lin Jingkong's calculations were loud, he and Pei Zhe looked at each other from a distance, and they knew each other well.

Pei Zhe stroked the fan bone and said to himself, "He's a smart man."

Yun Wuyang blinked: "Who is the young master talking about?"

"Say..." Pei Zhe glanced at him, "It's not you anyway."

Yun Wuyang: "..."

Zhong Limei shrank aside, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

The person who brought him here did it on purpose, and I am afraid that the death of the magistrate may also be related to him.

Regardless of whether the people behind the scenes want him to take the blame or know something, he doesn't want to be a pawn in the hands of others, let alone get in touch with people from the capital.

Pei Zhe turned a blind eye to Yun Wuyang's sad eyes, and calmly looked at the person squatting at the door. Even if the other person was bent into a ball, he could feel that this person was by no means an ordinary person.

Of course, the feeling is unbelievable, and it can only be counted on the basis of other factual basis.

Pei Zhe flicked up the hem of his clothes, walked over to verify whether the feeling was real or not.

Zhong Limo froze, staring blankly at the black boots in front of him, his gaze wandered upwards, and he saw the bronzing thread on the edge of the cloak, and then the hand holding the folding fan.

Slender and fair, with a little ink stain on the fingertips, it is a pair of scholar's hands.

He didn't look up any more, and lowered his head slumped, but was forced to lift it up in the next second.

Pei Zhe lifted his chin with a folding fan, half-smile: "What are you hiding?"

Zhong Limei lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

Interesting, Pei Zhe's mind was moved, he drew his folding fan and leaned over, spreading his hands in front of Zhong Limei, he didn't know when there was an extra chess piece in his palm, blood-stained and white, round and shining.

Zhongli Mo's pupils shrank, and he barely suppressed the trembling in his heart: "My lord, what does this mean?"

"It's not interesting." Pei Zhe turned his wrist, and the chess piece disappeared instantly. "I just want to tell you that someone set up a chess game. Unfortunately, you have to play chess with me."

Zhong Limei gritted his teeth and stood up, with blood in his eyes.

Pei Zhe gave a "tsk" sound: "Is it worth such a bitter and bitter hatred? It's like killing you."

"That's...that's killing me!" Zhong Limo suddenly let go of his strength and smiled wryly. He had been hiding for so many years, but he still couldn't dodge in the end.

Pei Zhe tightened his hand holding the fan, and was about to take the opportunity to try again, when suddenly there was an exclamation from the side.

"Husband, what are you... who the hell killed you, my lord!"

The woman's hair was loose, and she threw herself on the door and howled, covering her face with a handkerchief and sobbing non-stop.

An officer and soldier reported to Lin Jingkong: "Except for the magistrate, there were no casualties in the family and servants in the mansion. They were all poisoned with Mongolian sweat medicine. I don't know what happened."

Lin Jingkong waved his hand, meaning he knew it, and ordered someone to help the magistrate's wife down: "Get a doctor to check and see if there is any clue about the medicine."

At this time, Wu Zuo also arrived, standing aside with shaking hands, with a dull expression: "Master Commander, this, this..."

His grandmother, the person lying on the ground, who is not the magistrate!

Lin Jingkong was annoyed by the crying and howling, and stared at him: "What is this, hurry up and go to the autopsy."

Wu Zuo shut his mouth and started working with the box in his hand.

Seeing that Zhong Limo restrained his emotions and missed the best opportunity, Pei Zhe knew that he couldn't swindle anything else of value, so he secretly sighed in his heart and said, "I don't know...how to call it?"

"Grassman Zhongli Mo."

Pei Zhe nodded: "Mr. Zhongli."

"Sir" has the meaning of respect, and it is generally used by the lowly to address the high-ranking person. Young people can also use "Sir" to address the elderly, but this is an exception among scholars.

Zhongli Mo said calmly: "Caomin is not a scholar, so I can't afford to be called 'Sir' by an adult."

Pei Zhe looked at him carefully: "Sage clothes are gentlemanly, with calluses exposed between the fingers, Pei still knows a thing or two."

This is a common saying.

The so-called sage clothes gentleman style refers to a set of unique clothes shape, although it has the meaning of arty, but because of the elegant and elegant clothes, it is very popular among scholars, and almost everyone owns one.

"Book" has two meanings, one is the meaning of flipping the book, the other is the meaning of writing. Scholars are accompanied by pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Over time, cocoons will inevitably be left between fingers, which are called "book cocoons".

Zhong Limo opened his mouth and argued, "Caomin don't understand your lord's meaning."

Pei Zhe was noncommittal.

At this moment, Yun Wuyang leaned over and said, "The relationship between Mr. Zhifu and his wife is not very good."

Zhong Limo raised his eyes in shock, but Pei Zhe didn't ignore his movement, he understood it, and took the opportunity to answer: "How can you see that?"

"The lady didn't even throw herself on the corpse just now. If the couple really love each other deeply, how could they cry on the door frame?" Yun Wuyang said firmly.

Pei Zhe smiled, and knocked on his head with the folding fan in his hand: "Ghost spirit."

The officers and soldiers searched the lobby up and down, but found no other valuable clues. Lin Jingkong was a little uneasy, and frowned, "If you kill someone, there will be no trace at all?"

The officers and soldiers looked bitter, but there was nothing there.

"Commander Lin, how did the investigation go?" Yun Wuyang shouted with sharp ears, holding back his anger, "I heard that Commander Lin is a great talent and has solved many cases. How about today's case?"

Pei Zhe didn't get involved, let him provoke him, and went to the corpse by himself.

Wu Zuo was checking the wound on the prefect's neck. In addition to the traces of being strangled by the rope, there were also fingerprints that were pinched out. The fingerprints were purple-black, much darker than the rope marks.

Pei Zhe suddenly said: "He was strangled to death?"

Wu Zuo was startled, glanced at Lin Jingkong and didn't respond, and pointed to the neck of the corpse: "It was strangled to death. The murderer's hand was so strong that he directly twisted the neck bone and killed him with one blow."

"Hands are so dark, it's really a terrible death." Pei Zhe muttered, looking at the corpse's feet.

Lin Jingkong didn't want to talk to Yun Wuhai, but he couldn't stand the shameless person, so he chased him and asked, "Commander Lin, your old friend is going to die, you have to work hard, the couplet might have a foretelling effect?"

What bodes well?The magistrate had a bad death, and Commander Lin cut off his sons and grandchildren.

"Yun Wuyang!"

Is it easy to make jokes about cutting off sons and grandchildren? Lin Jingkong is twenty-five years old this year, and he is not yet married. He really doesn't have a son and a half daughter. Throw it out.

Yun Wuyang: "Have you become angry from embarrassment?"

Lin Jingkong was out of breath, and directly covered his mouth with his hand: "Be quiet!"

"..."

Their eyes met, and for some reason, the two began to fight in the yard.

Pei Zhe raised his eyelids to look, then lowered his head calmly, and continued to study the corpse.

Zhong Limei had a panoramic view of everything, and felt that the young master who fought with Lin Jingkong was unreliable, and the world-renowned Tanhua Lang was also unreliable, so he walked up to Pei Zhe, ready to remind him tactfully.

Pei Zhe glanced at the people in the lobby, and knew that he couldn't handle Lin Jingkong's light cavalry officers and soldiers. By coincidence, he simply grabbed Zhong Limo who was beside him, pointed at the corpse, and said, "Take off his shoes."

The magistrate's shoes were covered with blood, and Zhong Limo's expression was indescribable: ...why don't you do it yourself?

As if seeing what he meant, Pei Zhe was confident: "A scholar should not have blood on his hands. Didn't you say that you are not a scholar? It is more appropriate for you to come."

Fuck your mother's scholar, don't get blood on your hands!

Zhong Limo didn't dare to speak out, he took off the magistrate's boots with a bitter face, and yanked him violently, almost turning himself into a big somersault.

The corpse's feet were cut off and tied with ropes. The boots were loosely tied to the calf, and they came off as soon as they were pulled.

Pei Zhe clapped his palms and sighed: "As expected, no wonder there is so much blood on the ground."

Zhong Limei: "..."

Pei Zhe yelled into the courtyard: "Commander Lin, look for your good feet!"

Lin Jingkong: "..."

Yun Wuyang dodged and jumped aside, shrugging his shoulders with a smile: "Commander Lin, go find him quickly, or be careful that your good friend climbs up the door to look for you in the middle of the night."

Lin Jingkong's face was gloomy, and he ordered: "Go find it!"

The officers and soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, and moved quickly, almost turning the ground in the mansion over, but they still couldn't find the magistrate's feet.

Without waiting for Lin Jingkong to speak, Pei Zhe took the folding fan and tapped on the palm of his hand: "There's no need to look for it, it's not in this mansion."

As soon as the words fell, he walked outside the gate of the mansion.

Yun Wuyang and Zhong Limei followed up one after another, Lin Jingkong was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he immediately chased to the door, looked at the man on the horse, and asked, "Master Pei, where are you going?"

Pei Zhe clenched the reins tightly and smiled casually: "The beauty has an appointment, so go ahead."

Lin Jingkong: "..."

Pei Zhe thought for a while, and dropped another bigger message: "There is one more thing I forgot to tell Commander Lin, His Highness was kidnapped."

Lin Jingkong: "..."

Can you fucking forget this? !

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I have been waiting for a long time.

The next chapter will be "beautiful".