Once again, they found the same shop they had been in before, and they shopped around again. "I don't feel like I did yesterday, Xianggong, it's really weird."

Speaking of this, she gently flicked Liu Yichen's hand. "It's just that when you spend money, your heart is happy, and you can't be sorry for yourself in life."

Liu Yichen hugged her, and the two walked down the steps. "Good Yao'er, even if you don't violate the conscience of heaven and earth, even if you want my life, I will jump out to you."

Those tourists who passed by were also very envious when they looked at the scene of affection. Just across the street from the shop, they saw the prefectural order again.

Before Liu Yichen could put her down, the county magistrate turned his head to look at them. "Two adults, I really didn't expect that something happened here again."

It turned out that the shopkeeper was lying on the bed, with his eyes closed, and he didn't move. His face was very serene, and he was out of breath. The woman on the side cried loudly.

"You people, I have a dead husband, and I have to take the opportunity to knock on a pen, it's really unfair!" She grabbed her jet-black hair and rolled it on the ground, crying and wiping away her tears.

Song Zhiyao looked at the woman with bright eyebrows and teeth, with a white goose egg face, very beautiful. "My lord, but you can't do that."

The county magistrate looked at her and whispered helplessly. "Two adults, the official doesn't want to do this, it's just that last night, he still drank with the official."

Liu Yichen interrupted him. "Just last night, I was bargaining with this shopkeeper, and I was really shrewd, and I didn't cut a few pennies."

The prefectural magistrate stepped forward and explained. "Only this time, his death is too strange, and none of our pretenses can prove a single reason."

Liu Yichen stepped forward, stretched out his palm, and touched the corpse. "I've only been dead for two or three hours, maybe I've drunk too much for a while."

The woman also raised her body and joined in. "Master, do justice for the slave family! A weak woman in the slave family, and she has no power......"

She babbled a lot, Song Zhiyao looked at the woman's eyes, revealing a trace of imperceptible weirdness, and quickly changed back to a sad expression.

"It seems that there must be something wrong with this woman." She stepped forward and comforted her kindly. "Dare to ask this girl's name?" She knelt down and replied respectfully.

"Little Girl Xiao." Song Zhiyao looked at Xiao Shi and looked at that expression, which was very contrived. "So, how did this shopkeeper die?"

Xiao wiped his tears and said with a sob. "My husband, after drinking, he staggered back, I washed his feet, lay on the bed, and I slept."

Song Zhiyao looked at her and then asked. "Is it just lying in bed? Didn't he make out with you? Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this, would it? ”

The surrounding officials looked at them in unison. Xiao's face instantly turned into a disgusted expression, he covered his face with his hands, and said loudly.

"I don't know where you come from, why do I have to tell you so much, dead husband, little girl, how can you live this day in the future?"

Then she kept crying, no matter how much she tried to persuade her, she couldn't stop. Song Zhiyao walked to Liu Yichen's side, bit her ear and said. "Send the body back first."

So the county decree ordered those officials. "Bring the body back first and find out." They carried the body and put it into a heavy coffin.

Xiao kowtowed heavily, almost fainting. "You can't do that!" Then she yelled again. "My hard-working husband can't live even if he dies."

Song Zhiyao looked at her like that and felt that this woman was really capable of acting. "I'm bound to give you justice, let's go! Nothing to be afraid of. ”

Liu Yichen recalled this scene and fell into doubts in his heart. "Maybe this woman was really wronged, but now, it's hard to say."

They went all the way to the county office, and the people looked at the woman and cried out one after another. "Master, the Xiao family is also a chaste woman on weekdays."

The people gathered around and talked a lot. Song Zhiyao explained to them. "We are looking for the murderer, in order to protect this girl."

Xiao leaned on Song Zhiyao's shoulder again, pretending to look pitiful. "Madam, everything is a misunderstanding, and the little woman doesn't know it."

Song Zhiyao also comforted kindly. "It's just that this county order is also unsympathetic, we will naturally take care of it for you, you don't need to be afraid."

The two people deal with each other, and they don't know who is telling lies and who is telling the truth. When I arrived at the county office, the servants were in a hurry for a night.

It turned out that the corpse, although there was no scar on the surface, the internal organs had been damaged. Even the heart was shattered, most likely due to a blunt object.

They went back to the place, found the backyard, and found a trail over the vegetable garden. Disappear on the stone pavement behind.

The county magistrate thought about it for a long time and came to a conclusion. "It's true that a murderer was killed, but we don't have any evidence now, and it's difficult to catch this murderer."

Xiao knelt down and nodded very respectfully. "Master Qingtian, since it's all like this, let the little girl go home, okay?"

Song Zhiyao and Liu Yichen, the two of them also helped on the side. "This woman is strange and pitiful, since this is the case, she really shouldn't be tossed."

The county commander did not dare to disobey the orders of the two, and drove the carriage back to send Xiao back. "My lord, when will I catch the real murderer, the little woman is grateful!"

Xiao knelt heavily on the stone slab, blood coming out of his head. Those people looked at her like that and sighed in their hearts. "This girl, it's so pitiful."

Liu Yichen and Song Zhiyao, the two watched from afar. "This woman is really suspicious, we should visit the people around us again to find out the news."

They went back and rested for the day. When I walked down the road, I saw a teahouse around me and walked in. "A bowl of tea."

The teahouse junior ran over quickly. "Guest, what kind of tea do you want?" Liu Yichen replied. "No matter what kind of tea, as long as it quenches your thirst, it's refreshing."

The two of them sat there quietly, taking small sips. Spotting Xiao's figure, it flashed in a hurry and quickly disappeared into the corner of the street.

Song Zhiyao pulled Liu Yichen. "Xianggong, don't act rashly, once you startle the snake, the woman will inevitably have tricks, and the case will be difficult to investigate."

As the two were talking, a kind and familiar voice came from behind. "Donor." A cute chubby face, next to the two of them.

Liu Yichen looked at him and said with a smile. "You monk, very interesting." He took out a few copper coins from his palm and handed them to him. "Rest for a while before you go."

Song Zhiyao looked over there, thinking in her heart. "Presumably, this monk is also familiar with the things in the city, and it may be useful to ask him for news."

The monk sipped his tea, looked behind him, and whispered. "Shopkeeper Xiao has suffered, and we, the footmen, have come to give him a good life."

The two looked at him curiously and asked. "Could it be that this shopkeeper is a huge rich man in the city?" The monk waved his hand and replied with a smile.

"The two donors, it's not like that, it's just that he has a solid family, is diligent in releasing life, giving alms and fasting, such a good donor, how can the little monk not come?"

Just as the two were talking, Xiao stood outside the door. Wearing a plain white skirt and a white turban. Seeing the two of them, he smirked.

"I can't imagine that adults can be like this, if the real murderer is caught a day earlier, the little woman is happy, and she can't wait to go down with her husband."

She fell to her knees, snorting. Tears flowed freely. Song Zhiyao gently helped her up, and persuaded her kindly and gently.

"People die like a lamp goes out, and this is the principle of the number of days." She paused, then continued. "That murderer is very cunning, it's really hard to catch."

Xiao's expression showed a hint of surprise, and his eyebrows drooped. "The little woman went to ask for the Buddha, burned the best incense, and only asked the Buddha to bless her and live forever."

The shopkeeper of the teahouse, carrying a white iron kettle, walked aside. He looked at the woman, sighed helplessly, and swayed his body to the back of the counter.

Song Zhiyao looked at the shopkeeper's face and felt that there must be something hidden in his heart. "Condolences and change." She hugged Xiao and gently patted her on the back.

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao leaned back and bowed heavily. "My lord, it's just the coffin of my husband, I can't put it into the ground as soon as possible, and I'm depressed."

The tea guests on the side turned their heads and looked at her with a look of pity. Liu Yichen felt a heavy pressure in his heart.

"It's going to be a few days." He coped. Song Zhiyao was on the side, carefully observing everyone's expressions. The shopkeeper sitting in the back seemed to be smiling.

She pulled her throat and wailed all the way. The monk walked at the door, chanting scriptures. The whole room was hung with many white filial piety cloths.

Song Zhiyao waved her hand, and a handful of broken silver was discharged from her palm. "It's very unlucky, the shopkeeper, take us to the private room, so that we can have two drinks."

Liu Yichen followed and walked into a richly decorated private room. The shopkeeper accepted the money, brought a few plates of desserts and fragrant tea, and put them on the table.

Song Zhiyao pulled the corner of the shopkeeper's clothes, bit her ear, and whispered. "Shopkeeper, I'll give you two taels of silver, this woman, what's going on?"

The shopkeeper frowned, grabbed the silver in his palm, and thrust it into his arms. "That's what I said, don't tell outsiders."

Liu Yichen closed the door and blocked it with a chair. "Shopkeeper, this can be assured, we are all strict-mouthed people, just to investigate the case."

The shopkeeper stretched out his rough hand, flicked the dust on the chair, sat down heavily, drank tea heavily, and whispered.

"The child has no mother, it's a long story, the shopkeeper, that year to conquer the Huns, came back from the army, has a few hundred taels of silver in his hand, looking for color to make a living."

Song Zhiyao looked at his expression, a mixture of surprise and fear. didn't interrupt him, just chewed on dried osmanthus in small bites, remembering everything.

"But that year, the snow was falling, it was very cold, and the shopkeeper brought back this woman, and after the New Year, it became a family affair."

Hearing this, Liu Yichen interrupted the shopkeeper's words. "This woman is fine, and no one knows about the streets? Not really. ”

The shopkeeper waved his hand and glared at Liu Yichen. There was the sound of footsteps outside. "My lord, keep your voice quiet, and don't let anyone hear you."

The footsteps disappeared faintly. Liu Yichen realized that he was wrong and took out a pen and paper from his arms. "Shopkeeper, use this!"

The shopkeeper took out the inkstone from the cabinet in the back. Dipping in ink, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced a line of words. "It's just her, who goes to the inn from time to time."

Liu Yichen took the pen and continued to write. "What about going to the inn?" "Secretive, always at sunset, we only meet occasionally."

Song Zhiyao thought about the inn and wrote. "Do the people around you know?" "Don't be known, it's just a villain, follow and see."

The two of them asked for the name of the inn and paced downstairs. Over there, the paper money was blowing over with a gust of wind.

The world was dark and cold, and Song Zhiyao's body shivered. "Xianggong, go there and ask, go back to rest first, and then wait for tomorrow."

As they approached the inn, they found a woman, dressed in a pink shirt and looking coquettish.

"Uncle, let's have fun, our inn, there are many girls, and the price is cheap." Song Zhiyao pulled her away, took out three taels of silver and said.

"We're not here to do anything like that." The woman who was greased and powdered clasped the silver with both hands and held it tightly. He asked in surprise.

"Come to the shop, why don't you have a good time?" Liu Yichen pulled her aside and said with a bite of his ear. "We're here to ask about Shaw."

The woman glanced at the bright front of the hall, frowning and squinting. "You are inquiring about the old lady as a bag, and you have to add some silver."