Beauty is sick

Ever since he took out the Holy Majesty's token at the entrance of the inn that day, Pei Zhe moved out of the inn at Lin Jingkong's suggestion.

There is no special palace in Huaizhou City, even if there is, Pei Zhe would not dare to live in the absence of His Royal Highness, so he followed Lin Jingkong to live in the Commander's Mansion.

Pei Zhe had a mild cough, and after drinking the medicine prepared by the Commander's Mansion, he took Yun Wuyang to the backyard.

In the backyard, Lin Jingkong specially vacated an office space for him, in which were placed all the files of the magistrate and Sun Liu's case. Every day, Lin Jingkong would ask the people from the yamen to send over the latest progress.

The housekeeper had already prepared pear soup. On the first day, he prepared tea. Pei Zhe didn't say anything, but he didn't take a sip. The housekeeper changed it to pear soup that afternoon.

When he was alone with Yun Wuyang, Pei Zhe didn't like to talk, and the two of them got along for a long time, and they knew what to do with just one look.

Pei Zhe put down the porcelain cup and stretched his waist: "Where is the newly brought file, find Wang Zhenfu's file."

Yun Wuyang put the two case files on the table, and took the porcelain cup he had finished drinking to one side: "My lord, is this Wang Zhenfu the murderer?"

Pei Zhe didn't lift his head: "No."

"Then Lin Jingkong caught the wrong person!" Yun Wuyang said angrily, "It's because there are too many such incompetent officials that the common people don't trust the officials and pursue the number one in the world."

Pei Zhe raised his eyes and asked curiously, "Do you have any grudges with Lin Jingkong?"

Yun Wuyang: "?"

"Otherwise, whatever he does will be wrong in your eyes." Pei Zhe pressed the file with one hand, and tapped the table with the other, "Have you ever heard a word that sounds like a word."

Yun Wuyang stared wide-eyed: "Is this a trap set by Lin Jingkong?"

Pei Zhe said "Yes": "The brain finally came back. Wang Zhenfu was a pawn thrown by the other party. He was taken into custody and a notice was posted. On the one hand, he asked the real murderer to relax his vigilance, and on the other hand, it was to delay time."

Yun Wuyang could understand the first one, but couldn't understand the second one: "Why delay?"

Pei Zhe explained: "Naturally, it is to delay time for the magistrate's case. The leader of Huaizhou City is dead. No matter whether the magistrate is a corrupt official or not, the common people are staring at this case. It is difficult to resolve the case for a while, so we have to use another Something to divert attention."

"Use Sun Liu's case!" Yun Wuyang continued.

"More than that." Pei Zhe paused, then smiled inexplicably, "How can this case alone be more important than the magistrate, if we want to completely divert everyone's attention, we need other things. Speaking of this , I have to thank my good friend."

Yun Wuyang: "A good friend?"

Pei Zhe smiled without saying a word, and continued to read the file. At the beginning of this page was the character "nine". He raised his eyebrows and stroked that place with his fingertips twice more. The most handsome and famous man in the whole Huaizhou city The two together are enough to attract everyone's attention.

"Jiuye, the people who spread the news have found out. Apart from our wave, there is also Lin Jingkong's wave. What they preached is a bit...absurd." Zuo Ping observed Jin Lingjiu's expression and said carefully, " Most of them are in lively places such as teahouses and wine shops, and they only talk about one thing."

He didn't explain what was going on for a long time, but Jin Lingjiu understood in his heart that it must be related to him: "But it's okay to say."

Zuo Ping nodded: "They said that you and Pei Tanhua are old friends, they had a relationship, and they agreed to create a world in the Chaotang rivers and lakes."

Jin Lingjiu frowned slightly, but could still accept it: "That's it?"

Zuo Ping: "It was indeed like this at the beginning, but it was different when it was passed on later. Now it has been spread to the point where you two have a heart-to-heart agreement with each other, and you have broken sleeves."

"Pfft, cough cough." Jin Lingjiu spat out a sip of tea, eyes full of disbelief, "What about us two?"

Zuo Ping gritted his teeth: "Broken sleeve."

Jinling Nine: "..."

Zuo Ping looked worriedly at Jinling Jiu and the teacup that was about to be crushed into powder: "How about I ask some people to clarify and say this matter is nonsense?"

Jin Lingjiu's face turned blue and white, he ground his teeth, and said with a sneer: "No, this time is fine."

Zuo Ping suspected that there was something wrong with his ears: ... okay?

Jin Lingjiu suddenly asked, "Where has Pei Zhe been these past few days, and who has he met?"

Zuo Ping recalled: "Our people guarded outside the Commander's Mansion for a few days, and Pei Zhe never came out. People from the yamen would go to the Commander's Mansion to deliver the case files every day, and no outsiders came to the door."

Jin Lingjiu let go of the teacup, pinched his knuckles: "Where's Zhong Limei?"

Zuo Ping shook his head: "He has never been to the Commander's Mansion."

The windows in the room were open, and as meal time approached, there was a burst of hawking from the street.

The weather has warmed up in the past few days, prompting the willow branches to sprout, and a few tender ones are swaying by the window.

Jin Lingjiu stared out of the window, and suddenly said: "It's been so many days, according to etiquette, it's time to pay a visit."

Zuo Bing: "Master Jiu is going to the Commander's Mansion?"

Jin Lingjiu walked to the window, fiddled with the willow branches floating in the window, until he pinched off all the sharp shoots, then smiled lazily: "What are you going to the commanding mansion for, let's go to the magistrate House."

The magistrate has been dead for several days.

According to the customs of the funeral, he should have been buried in the coffin long ago, but the case has not been closed, and the body of the magistrate is still detained in the yamen.

Because of his special status, Commander Lin, a good colleague of the prefect, gave him a face and put his body in the autopsy room alone, not together with other corpses.

Thanks to the bad weather, if it was left in summer, the corpse would have rotted and smelled long ago.

Just do what you say, Jin Lingjiu is a man of action, so he took Zuo Ping to visit the mansion of the magistrate that afternoon.

The magistrate married several wives and concubines, and his first wife was in charge of the house. After the magistrate died, his wife made the decision, and all the concubines of the magistrate were dismissed.

There was no burial, and the mourning hall was still set up, because the magistrate hanged himself in the hall, and another place was chosen for the mourning hall, not far from the hall.

A lot of people came to offer their condolences, Zuo Ping revealed his identity and purpose, and the magistrate's wife came out soon.

She was dressed in plain clothes, and her face looked okay. She didn't cry like an ordinary man who died. She politely greeted Zuo Ping and welcomed the two of Jinling Jiu in: "Master has heard about the first floor of the world for a long time. The shopkeeper is handsome and talented, and he kept talking about meeting the Ninth Young Master at the banquet, but unfortunately he didn't in the end... Sigh."

Jin Lingjiu was noncommittal, and said softly, "Madam's condolences."

The corpse was still detained in the yamen by Lin Jingkong, and there was an empty coffin in the mourning hall, and the prefect did not let the prefect live well for the first seven days.

Jin Lingjiu glanced at the coffin, raised his chin slightly, and motioned for a stick of incense on the left screen.

The magistrate's wife knelt in front of the coffin table, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped the corners of her eyes: "The master left suddenly, and everything in the house has not yet been properly taken care of. Forgive me."

After all, she asked the servants to bring a low stool, and Jinling Jiulianxiang didn't sit on it himself, so she definitely wouldn't kneel.The first floor in the world was bestowed by the Holy Master Yukou personally, the top leader in the middle, even most of the court will be given three points, not to mention she is a weak woman whose husband died.

I heard before that the No. [-] Building in the World came to Huaizhou City, and there was a disturbance at the Shangyuan Banquet. The magistrate's wife never thought that Jinling Jiuhui would come to the mansion in person.

"I don't know if the ninth son is here today, but there are other things?"

If you just came to express condolences, you should leave now after offering incense.

Jin Lingjiu took his seat, and sighed pretentiously: "I was chatting with Mr. Pei before, and when we talked about the killing of Mr. Zhifu, I had some vague guesses. I specially found Mr. Pei's convenience, so we came to investigate together."

No. [-] Tanhua has a very close personal relationship with the shopkeeper of No. [-] Tianxia, ​​and the magistrate's wife has also heard about it. She smiled tacitly: "With the help of the Nine Young Masters, I believe the case will be solved soon and my husband will be brought back to justice."

As soon as she finished speaking, the servants came to announce that Mr. Pei, who was temporarily staying at the commander's mansion, had arrived.

Jin Lingjiu smiled at her, as if to say "the person I have an appointment with is here", very enthusiastic, it's not that broken sleeves are better than broken sleeves.

I came here once during the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day, Pei Zhe was familiar with the way, so he didn't need to be guided by someone, so he ran to the hall by himself, and as expected, he found another mourning hall on the way, and he saw Jinling Jiu sitting upright at the first glance.

Jin Lingjiu said hello first, and shook his hand in a rare way: "Lord Pei, this way!"

"..." Pei Zhe didn't know what kind of madness he was smoking, he paused, and had a vague premonition.

Jin Lingjiu stood up, came forward eagerly, and said with a smile, "Master Pei is a bit late, I have been here for a long time, and I am specially waiting for you."

Pei Zhe looked at him suspiciously: "Master Ninth, why are you so wicked today?"

The magistrate found an excuse to leave, Zuo Ping and Yun Wuyang stood outside the mourning hall, Jin Lingjiu and Pei Zhe stared at the empty coffin.

The environment was weird, and the people in front of him were even weirder. Pei Zhe looked around, feeling blessed in his heart: "Could you be a ghost?"

Jin Lingjiu smiled gently: "It's probably the Duanxiu ghost's upper body."

"Cough cough." Pei Zhe was choked, and looked away guiltily. When he came, he also heard Yun Wuyang say this. He wanted to use Jin Lingjiu and his own identity to spread a good story about a close friend, but who knew in the end It was rumored that the sleeves were cut off and the peaches were divided. In the final analysis, this matter was his disdain for Jinling, which was irrefutable.

Jinling Jiubiao had a smile on his face, no matter how you looked at it, something was wrong, it seemed like he was full of bad water.

Pei Zhe's back shivered, and he said first: "We discussed the case of the magistrate before. After such a long time, does the ninth son have any new insights?"

Jin Lingjiu followed him and replied: "Of course there are insights, but we have to look at the death scene of the magistrate."

"Then let's take a look, Mr. Jiu, who has repeatedly solved unsolved cases, I hope you can give a surprising insight after reading it." Pei Zhe led Jinling Jiu to the lobby, where the magistrate hanged himself. According to the requirements of the yamen, the lobby has been kept as it was during the Shangyuan night. The blood has been cleaned up, and the distribution of the bloodstains has been traced with talc.

It was the first time for Jin Lingjiu to come here, and he followed the bloodstains around.

Pei Zhe had seen crime scenes that were fresher than this one. He stood quietly by the side, observing Jinling Jiu calmly.

Pei Zhe was more curious about Jinling Jiu than the dead prefect.

The magistrate's wife was not by her side, and she still managed to treat guests seventy to eighty percent. Not long after she left, a servant came over with tea.

This young man walked into the lobby with his head down. When he remembered that the magistrate was hanged here, his legs became weak, he tripped over the threshold, and fell straight into the lobby. At the same time, he The tea in his hand was also spilled.

Unable to dodge in time, Jin Lingjiu was splashed with a sleeve of tea just in time, and once again responded to the preface that he had to take off his clothes every time he met.

Pei Zhe lifted his eyelids and smiled, his eyes lingered on Jin Lingjiu, and he whistled gloatingly: "Hey, take it off."