Mo Li supported his forehead, and Meng Qi next to him was already eager to try.
As soon as Huang Biejia sent off this wave of uninvited guests, they would be able to do it.
"No no, just wait for him to return to his home." Meng Qi pondered for a while and made a new decision.
It's not that he looks down on this stump, but that he doesn't want to cause the already chaotic situation to turmoil again.
"Don't take this official position. It's not big or small. But since he can set up a lot of ambush here, he must have quite a lot of authority in the patrolling yamen. Maybe it's a close confidant of the governor of Ningtai, and it affects him. For the manpower on King Wu's side, you need to be more cautious in catching him, and it's best not to disturb anyone."
The moment a person steps into the house and lies down on the couch, he is naturally the most relaxed.
"Just ask him something." Meng Qi was confident, glanced at Huang Biejia below and said, "Look, he is a smart man, he should know which is more important, truth or life."
Mo Li suddenly raised his hand and pressed Meng Qi down, because a masked man came from the eaves in the distance.
This person is very high in Qinggong, as if he is used to being a gentleman on the beam. When stepping on the tiles, he does not make any movement. He also flexibly hides his figure on the back of the roof, only showing half of his face to observe the movement in the yard.
"It was really lively tonight."
There are two groups of people watching the play on the roof of the room alone, and there are two groups of people below.
Mo Li carefully looked at the masked man, but the other party was too cautious, his body shrunk into a ball, and he couldn't even tell the difference between men and women, let alone other things.
A gust of wind passed, and the ink carp keenly caught a trace of the smell.
"Um?"
Mo Li looked over there suspiciously, pondering silently.
Meng Qi didn't smell anything, or he couldn't tell the clues when he smelled it. The Xuncheng Yamen was not a quiet and clean place. In the summer, there would inevitably be a bit of corruption in the Taiping tank in the ditch, alley and alley.
"What?" Meng Qi followed and looked at the masked man who wanted to act as a oriole.
Mo Li pondered and said: "It seems to be a medicinal smell. The sachets that are commonly used in summer may be the pharmacy we passed by yesterday."
What passed by, I overlooked it when I was eating meat and drinking porridge on the roof.
Meng Qi touched his nose and said embarrassedly, "The sachets used in summer are nothing more than to repel insects and remove heat. These Jianghu people don't seem to be so particular about it."
It's not that Jianghu people are born sloppy, but that with this spare money, it's better to make an extra pot of wine and eat an extra plate of meat.
It should be noted that the price of these sachets in the pharmacy is not low. At that time, even an empty plain satin purse could be sold for 20 pennies. Women from poor families mostly used needlework to supplement their households, and they even had to embroider them. Flowers and birds, plus some spices are not cheap, so a sachet will cost half to three cents of silver at least.
Take the three coins and silver to the wine shop, and you can happily order a table of wine and meat, and get drunk.
There are many rich and wealthy people in the rivers and lakes, such as Young Master Jinfeng or the direct disciples of major sects, but most of them are still stretched, and there is no meal.
"The smell is very light. It seems that he took off the sachet before putting on his night clothes. It's just that the sachet has been worn with him for a long time, so it is inevitable that some smell will remain..."
Mo Li said to himself, and then his eyebrows folded up.
Because he smelled a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus again, it was only August, and it was not the season for golden osmanthus to bloom at all, and there was no such tree planted in the Xuncheng Yamen.
"...It's a woman." Mo Li said with certainty.
Eighty percent of the hair is combed with sweet-scented osmanthus head oil, and Aunt Ge also likes it. Unfortunately, there are no good sweet-scented osmanthus head oil in Zhushan County, Pingzhou. After getting it, Aunt Ge was reluctant to use it casually. Half a year later, she looked it up and found that the ointment in the box had dried up, and half of the box was lost, which made Aunt Ge feel bad.
Meng Qi looked at Mo Li, and suddenly said: "The doctor has seen many women."
Not only the sachets sold in the drugstore, but also the powder, rouge, and hair oil must have a little understanding when seeing a doctor.
Mo Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and when he had an idea, he imitated Meng Qi's tone and said, "Brother Meng has seen beautiful and talented women in the past, and I'm afraid they are far better than me."
When the Chu Dynasty was at its peak, what kind of beauties were there in the Jiaofang, brothel, Liyuan and even the Orchid Distillery in Taijing? Not to mention that when you enter the palace garden, you will inevitably see maiko performers. If you can play music and dance in the palace, can you still look bad? I'm afraid that everyone has a unique skill, such as dancing and flying on the drums, and being good at playing, singing and composing music.
Coupled with the daughters and granddaughters of important officials, they can be regarded as the descendants of "Meng Guoshi", and the Chu Dynasty has an open atmosphere. It is common for women to play together, feast, and play polo. The beauty of the father.
So Mo Li and Meng Qi couldn't help laughing when you looked at me and I looked at you.
Longmai has no sense of the ugly appearance of people at all. Those who are particularly ugly or particularly good-looking will indeed make their eyes light up, because they are different from others and are easier to remember!
"Another day, I will send the doctor a landscape map." Meng Qi waved his hand, full of vigor.
Mo Li thought to himself, he bet that the painting is Taijing Shangyun Mountain, otherwise he will sleep with a raccoon slave in the same bed!
"Brother Meng, you're welcome. In fact, Xue Lingjun also has several famous paintings in his collection. Among them is "Cangshan Negative Snow", which is said to be the snow-capped mountains in Yunzhou.
Meng Qi's face darkened to a degree that was visible to the naked eye.
How could he not know that the continuous mountain range looks like a white dragon soaring from a distance due to the permanent presence of ice and snow. The local natives call it "Tianshan in the Clouds", which is magnificent and stunning. How can a three-foot painting on a roll of paper describe one point of this scene? This landscape painting is like a picture of a beautiful woman dedicated to the emperor. Those who can draw a little style are considered famous. If you look at the picture and like it, it is really amazing to see it.
Although Yunzhou Snow Mountain has no dragon veins, it is really beautiful!
Shangyun Mountain's dragon veins are conceited that the world's famous mountains can't beat themselves, but this is just like people, each has its own beauty and law.
What if, what if Mo Li was fascinated by that mountain
Meng Qi did not speak with a dark face.
Mo Li pressed Meng Qi down again, dumbfounded, and by the way, he also shrank into Meng Qi's arms, completely hiding his figure.
- The movement they just made was a bit loud, and the masked man opposite seemed to notice something and looked over.
Fortunately, a fight was about to break out in the yard below, which distracted the masked man.
"Huang Yang, don't play around with your lip service, I've decided to enter this door today." Jin Zhoukuai endured his anger and said to the other night walkers behind him, "What are you waiting for, he has only one, and he can still stop him. live with so many of us?"
Huang Biejia smiled and was not in a hurry.
Seeing his determined appearance and the extremely uncomfortable look in his eyes, Jin Chakuai became even more anxious.
"The organs here have been almost consumed by the people who came in front. The yard is so big, and it's still the place of patrolling the city's yamen. I don't think he dared to make too much noise-->>
Jing, what are you procrastinating about? Cowardly or afraid of death? "
As soon as the words were spoken, other people were not happy.
"Jingshanhu, you are the only ones who follow your lead on weekdays. That's because you are well-informed and have face on both sides of the official arena."
"I said, why haven't I heard you brag about your big brother, General Ping, in the past few days."
Now that the divisions are against each other, and they are in the patrol city yamen, Huang Biejia's official position is much higher than that of a small arrester. The minds of this group of people immediately became lively. ugly.
People all over the world say that women in the backyard of powerful people are mean and hateful. In fact, what is the difference between men and women when it comes to interests
Jin Zhaokuai's face was ashen, and he shouted: "I don't care if you want to break up, or you want to rely on others, now all parties in Ningtai want to know the whereabouts of Mr. Qiu, if anyone can find the clues, they are afraid that they won't be able to catch them. The benefit? Don't fall for the tricks of this sly ghost surnamed Huang!"
Everyone was silent, staring at the yard.
Although they have their own thoughts, the urgency to examine the corpse is the same.
- Mr. Qiu suddenly disappeared, and all his attendants died. The news was like a thunderbolt from a sunny day, which made people's hearts float, and all forces were restless.
Huang Biejia put his hands behind his back and said with a chuckle: "Jinzhaokuai really has a hand in solving the case, but he is not without clues. As far as I know, a boxer surnamed Zheng in Fengxing Pavilion should be the last to see Mr. Qiu. Man, what's interesting is that this man disappeared after leaving Mr. Qiu's other courtyard, and now there is no life or death, no corpse. Zheng Quanshi and Jin Chaukuai are all along the way, and they were both powerful confidants of Bai Yu Zhenren, everyone present said Maybe you still know each other, why don't you go and find Master Zheng Quan?"
The masked man on the opposite roof ridge couldn't help but probe slightly, obviously taking this news very seriously and wanting to hear more inside information.
Jin Zhukuai was apprehensive when he heard the words, and not many people knew about Zheng Quanshi's disappearance.
First, Pavilion Master Qiu came back and suppressed everyone, and then Mr. Qiu disappeared. At this moment, Jin Zhaokuai was about to repent in his heart. Originally, he thought that Mr. Qiu had a good chance of winning, so he did not hesitate to disobey the order of Mr. Bao, and stood firmly on the side of the elders of Fengxing Pavilion. In the end, it took only one day. The situation was reversed.
The elders of Fengxing Pavilion were still expecting Mr. Qiu to be safe, but Jin Chakuai had already planned to find another way out.
Seeing that he had a bad relationship with Huang Yang, there must be no hope for King Wu. Jin Chakuai was thinking about going to the little county king. After all, it was the person that Mr. Qiu and Cheng Xiaowei liked. His senior brother also said that the little county king is not stupid. , If you advance like this, you can be loyal to King Ning in the future, and you can follow Cheng Jingchuan when you retreat!
What Jin Jukuai lacked right now was a "meeting gift", so he persuaded all the experts in the arena who had contacts on weekdays and could handle it, and was determined to find out the clues of this case.
- No matter whether Qiu Si cheated or died, as long as he gets the truth, Cheng Jingchuan will definitely look up to him.
"Huang Biejia pushes three blocks and four blocks, and does not let all parties examine the body. Could it be that this matter was done by King Wu?" Jin Chakuai saw the drastic change in Huang Yang's face and felt happy, but he also knew that this statement could not stand. Feet, not many people will believe it.
Because Mr. Qiu is by no means a person to die so easily...
Jin Zhaokuai thought of Qiu Si, and his heart froze.
"Huang Biejia, don't worry, you don't have the ability to measure yourself." Jin Zhukuai dragged his tone, not forgetting to run a few words, "Right now you are holding chicken feathers as arrows and don't allow others to examine the body, because you want the land under King Ning's jurisdiction. Don't worry! Mr. Qiu is in danger and needs someone to help you, but you are doing everything possible to prevent me from investigating the case, what is your motive?"
Huang Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, and said without a smile, "If you want to investigate a case, you have to order the governor of the government or an official of the Ministry of Punishment. Jin Zhukuai's private errands can't be counted, and Xuncheng Yamen is not a Jianghu person who comes and wants to leave. Just leave. But since you said so, blindly not letting you see the corpse makes me feel guilty. Anyway, come on, the three of you have to go down to the ice cellar to see if there are too many."
Jin Chau will close it as soon as it's ready. Others are dissatisfied, but seeing that it will be dawn, no one wants to continue to spend here, so they reluctantly agree.
After a stick of incense, Jin Zhukuai, who came out of the cellar, had an extremely ugly expression. From the wound, it could be seen that Mr. Qiu and these attendants had encountered extremely formidable enemies during his lifetime, and even the other party was merciful at one point, wounding his muscles and bones to repel them.
Jin Chukuai also found pine needles on several people. This kind of thing can be used as a hidden weapon to penetrate deeply into the skin or even the bones.
Not to mention fatal injuries, everyone lost their lives almost at the same time.
There are two people who do it, and they are distinguished from the habit of making moves and the strength and method of starting.
Although Ning Taicheng has gathered a lot of experts, but he can do this - Jin Chakuai knows the answer without having to guess, and because of this, his face is particularly ugly.
"It seems that Jin Cao Kuai has achieved a lot?" Huang Yang said firmly.
Where is Jin Chakuai willing to reveal his tone, he clasped his fists perfunctorily: "We need to investigate further, so I'm leaving."
After turning around and leaving, Ulala followed by a large group of people.
The masked man in ambush hesitated for a while, but he was about to go after Jin Chau.
"Yes, she wants a rabbit, I'm looking for a tree stump." Meng Qi said to himself.
Mo Li was too lazy to cover someone's mouth.
Huang Yang was tossed this night, and he was already tired. Seeing that the sky in the east was faintly white, he yawned and called the soldiers to guard strictly. Anyway, no one dared to break into the patrol city yamen arrogantly during the day, even if he came, he was an official. The character on the face is not something he can stop.
Huang Yang has no official residence. A low-quality official like him either rents a house outside or lives in a side room in the yamen.
He hurriedly returned to the room and asked the yamen to bring hot water to wash his hands. Then he closed the doors and windows, raised his pen to the desk several times to write something, and sighed again.
"The king is a big problem that cannot be ignored."
Huang Yang muttered to himself, and when he turned around, he suddenly saw someone standing in the room. He was shocked and threw the pen as a hidden weapon, throwing the ink on the ground.
"The first-class white and purple hair is a good thing. I'm afraid I can't afford it with a different salary." Meng Qi casually reached out to catch it, shook off the remaining ink, and handed it to the ink carp for tasting.
Huang Yang took a step back and looked at Meng Qi and Meng Qi against the desk, as if facing an enemy.
How could Huang Biejia not know something that Jin Chakuai could find. Now these two people who killed Mr. Qiu suddenly came to the door, I'm afraid the worst is bad.
Huang Yang kept his composure and smiled reluctantly: "I don't know where the two seniors came from, what's the matter with Xun Huang?"
Meng Qi glanced at him and said nothing.
Mo Li didn't say anything, because before coming in, Meng Qi said that they didn't have to do anything, and Huang Yang would find out by himself.
So the two became silent one by one, staring at Huang Yang like that, the latter was sweating coldly on his forehead.
The house is so big. If you want to break through the window to escape, you must first break through the blockade of the two top experts. Huang Yang asked himself if he has no such ability. He gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "The living are always more useful than the dead, two Whatever is sent by a senior, I will do my best."