Beauty is sick

I have almost finished asking about the prefect's wife. There is no evidence yet, so it is not easy to arrest people directly. Lin Jingkong asked the commanding officers and soldiers who came to report the situation to briefly explain the situation on the other side, and then left him to guard at the prefect's mansion. Pei Zhe and others rushed to the medical hall together.

After the steward told who the doctor who checked Tian Qi's pulse was, Pei Zhe knew where he was going next. He kept frowning, absent-minded, and Jin Lingjiu called him twice but didn't respond.

Yun Wuyang couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he pushed Pei Zhe's arm: "My lord, you're back to your senses."

The impression of Ximai and touching the child was too deep, and they were out of the serious state of analyzing the case. Jinling Ninth Empress felt uncomfortable after a while. She originally wanted to remind Pei Zhe, but now she hesitated to speak.

Pei Zhe let out a breath: "What's wrong?"

Yun Wuyang pointed to the silent Jinling Jiu.

Before he had time to stop Yun Wuyang, Jin Lingjiu restrained his emotions and said calmly, "I want to discuss the case with you, as long as you are busy."

His voice was light, his tone was light, and his face returned to the previous indifferent expression, like an untouched outsider, reminiscent of the perennial snow on the iceberg.

Sensing Jin Lingjiu's deliberate indifference, Pei Zhe frowned instantly: "I'm not busy, isn't it just a case? If you want to talk, let's talk for as long as you want."

Jin Lingjiu: "...No, or" forget it.

Pei Zhe directly interrupted him: "I asked you before. Tian Qi's pulse has always been diagnosed by Mr. Wu. With his medical skills, the possibility of wrong diagnosis is very small. If Tian Qi is a fake pregnancy, Then Elder Wu must know something."

Jin Lingjiu swallowed back the few words he didn't say, and calmly said "um": "I found the person from Mr. Wu, and the fake pregnancy is probably close to ten, although I'm not sure what exactly happened , but it is definitely true that Mr. Wu stopped the officers and soldiers from arresting people, so what are you going to do later?"

"Fake pregnancy? The prefect's concubine?" Lin Jingkong didn't hide his surprise at all, "I heard the prefect preaching everywhere that I was finally going to have a child, and then I lost the letter. It turned out to be a fake pregnancy .”

Yun Wuyang slapped his forehead: "The one who is pregnant is that Tian Qi? Isn't this the one you sent to arrest, young master? She is the murderer? Isn't Mr. Wu trying to protect her?"

As soon as the word "cover up" came out, not only Pei Zhe, but also Lin Jingkong and Zhongli Mo had serious expressions.

As we all know, the government in Huaizhou City is not popular with the people. Mr. Wu has practiced medicine for decades, and he is an older generation in the city. He has a good reputation. To put it an exaggeration, his reputation in the city is higher than that of the government.

Pei Zhe glanced at Yun Wuhai and said in a low voice, "Speak less."

Seeing his reaction, Yun Wuyang knew that he was serious, remembering what he said just now, he silently closed his mouth.

What the officers and soldiers said was not clear, they only said that they could not catch people, which inevitably made people think too much. No one knows what is going on in the hospital. There will be big problems."

Jin Lingjiu said inexplicably, "I hope so."

The magistrate's mansion is not too far from the medical hall, and a group of people arrived at the entrance of the medical hall not long after.

Pei Zhe looked at Lin Jingkong quietly, with a bad attitude: "Should?"

Lin Jingkong's face was ugly, and he roared angrily: "Stop the fucker!"

A circle of common people surrounded the entrance of the medical hall, and the door was tightly blocked. There were more than a dozen people in the commanding army, and they were all mixed together. Gestures.

Before the magistrate suddenly died suddenly, the government of Huaizhou City was very arrogant. Lin Jingkong was placed in the same position as the magistrate. Naturally, he was not a kind person, and he was used to being domineering. Having said that, all of them are domineering, and their tempers are also explosive.

Now the position of governor of Huaizhou City is vacant, and His Royal Highness and Pei Zhe are both in the city. What happened in front of the inn that day is still vivid in my memory. Even Lin Jingkong bowed his head to Pei Zhe. The people who have been oppressed for a long time saw a trace. I hope that Mr. Wu's incident happened at the right time, just to ignite the resentment in their hearts.

It's hard to catch people, so let's not catch them for now, but Pei Zhe didn't expect to see such a scene. If they came a step later, they might see blood.

Lin Jingkong yelled out, and the commanding army stopped what they were doing, stepped back, distanced themselves from the people, and looked at Lin Jingkong and Pei Zhe beside him with trepidation.

Lin Jingkong: "I took all the knives away! Who allowed you to use the knives!"

The commanding army was still the two teams brought by Xiao Chi last night. The officers and soldiers with knives were silent. Xiao Chi squeezed in the crowd, struggled to get out, and led all the commanding troops to line up in front of the group: "Commander, we... "

"Shut up Laozi!"

Lin Jingkong is a bandit, and he can get along with the commanding army, but he will not be soft on those who should be trained, and he can play with both kindness and power. "I asked you to lead the team like this? Will I be able to catch up with the corpses when I come later?"

Xiao Chi didn't hide, but took the kick abruptly, secretly raised his eyes to look at Pei Zhe, met his cold eyes, and lowered his head in a hurry: "It's my fault."

Pei Zhe lifted his lips lightly: "It is indeed your fault, let them all back down."

The former sentence was addressed to Xiao Chi, and the latter sentence was addressed to Lin Jingkong, both obviously angry.

Lin Jingkong didn't confront him at this time, and immediately led the leading army back three meters.

Pei Zhe crossed over to the commanding army, walked to the door of the medical hall with a sullen face, stood still, with the power still on his body: "I want to see Mr. Wu, please make way."

Pei Zhe was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, when Zuo Ping killed the assassin who held him hostage with a sword, sporadic blood was splashed on his body, the red color was particularly obvious on the plain white clothes.

Jin Lingjiu said suddenly: "Follow him."

The people are now in a state of excitement, and they are likely to do something impulsively.

Yun Wuyang came to his senses and ran over quickly, closely following Pei Zhe.

Lin Jingkong and the commanding army all retreated, Zhong Limo didn't hesitate, and directly retreated together.Only Jin Ling didn't move nine inches, standing where he was, quietly watching the young man ten steps away.

Pei Zhe is thin, and his back looks even more lonely. He walked to the door of the hospital just now, not fast, but determined and persistent. He is a soldier who sacrificed needlessly. Every step is on the silent battlefield, and he has something to accomplish in his heart. mission.

Inexplicably, it made Jinling Jiu think of some old things, the wind, sand and wolf smoke, and the long river in the desert. That vague and fragmented memory faintly showed signs of breaking ground.

Jin Lingjiu rubbed the center of his brows, every time he recalled that vague memory, he would be extremely tired. The master said that he rejected it from the bottom of his heart and was unwilling to accept that memory, so he forgot it.

He didn't agree with this explanation. If he really didn't want to accept it, why did he keep thinking about it?

Someone among the people asked, "Is your lord also here to arrest people?"

Pei Zhe raised his eyes: "It's arresting people, arresting the murderer."

The city has not been peaceful recently, two murder cases happened, the people in the yamen went around to investigate all day long, causing people to panic.

"Why did you come to the medical center to investigate the case and arrest Mr. Wu? How could Mr. Wu be related to the murder case?"

Yun Wuyang interjected: "We didn't come to arrest Mr. Wu, the murderer we found was someone else, and she is now in the hospital."

"In the infirmary? What murderer?"

"Murder case, which murder case is the murderer?"

"It's the magistrate's case." Pei Zhe didn't say much, and took a step forward.

The people subconsciously made way for him and began to whisper, mostly saying that the magistrate deserved it, the murderer did a good job, and Pei Zhe couldn't help but frowned: "Human life is not valuable, what the magistrate did Things should be dealt with according to the law, and others are flouting the king's law. If everyone can kill the person they don't like, how many lives will there be in the world? No matter who kills someone, they should be punished by the law. "

Pei Zhe walked into the medical hall, stared at Mr. Wu who was sitting behind the table, and said word by word: "Doctors can save people without distinguishing between good and evil. The government needs to judge right and wrong when deciding a case. I also ask Mr. Wu to hand over Tian Qi."

Boss Wu put on a straight face and said stubbornly, "If you're talking about the herbal medicine Tianqi, then I can grab a few taels for you."

Mr. Wu's lack of cooperation made Pei Zhe even more irritable. There was a gloomy mark between his brows, and his eyes were heavy, as if he was brewing the coming storm.

At this moment, Jin Lingjiu walked into the clinic quickly: "The person we are looking for is Tian Qi, the prefect's concubine. Her previous name was Feng Twenty-one, and her father, Feng Qing, is your apprentice."

Pei Zhe turned around in shock, seeing Jin Lingjiu holding a letter in his hand, Zuo Ping and Mu Jiao following behind, and nodded at him.

Jin Lingjiu handed the letter to Pei Zhe: "Feng Eryi lived in Ye City before marrying the magistrate. After the magistrate died, she never went back. This letter sorts out Feng Eryi's life experience and her Six years of life trajectory."

Pei Zhe rubbed the letter paper: "When did you ask someone to check?"

"It's quite early, and the time interval is a bit far away. It took some time to check." As he said, Jin Lingjiu nodded the letter in his hand, "I just got it."

As soon as I get it, I will give it to you. Don't ask for credit too obviously.

The coldness on Pei Zhe's face dissipated a little, and he boasted in a very face-saving manner: "You are worthy of being the ninth son, and you are worthy of being the first floor in the world."

Jin Lingjiu raised his eyebrows: "Let's get down to business first, and thank you after the case is closed. Let's call Zhong Limei in. He was already with the magistrate six years ago, so he should know what happened."

Pei Zhe said in a vague way: "Everyone's details are so clear, tsk."

Jin Lingjiu ignored his words, and turned to the ugly-faced Elder Wu: "Someone saw Feng Eryi and your son going in and out of the hospital together. Both of them have to be present in the case of the magistrate."

Pei Zhe asked Yun Wuyang to call Zhong Limei, and finally Lin Jingkong followed.

The commanding army had just finished training, and stood in an orderly manner outside the hospital, a few meters away from the common people.

When Lin Jingkong heard that the case had been solved, his tone was not lacking in excitement: "Where is the murderer?"

Pei Zhe unfolded the letter paper, glanced at it briefly: "Old Wu, call someone out."

Ever since Jinling Jiu came in, Mr. Wu has remained silent. A flash of determination flashed across his face. He stood up and walked slowly in front of Pei Zhe: "Master Pei, I plead guilty. I am the murderer. I killed the magistrate. me."

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The case is coming to an end, and the first volume of the next chapter is over.