Everyone did not have the right to investigate the case, and in Zhaode Fang, they waited for Yang Lin to come out together.

The courtyard door opened widely, and a pretty little girl with childish spirit flashed out: "Da Lang, he is here, a few people are invited." ”

Yin Muhong looked back and walked into the courtyard with Yao Pingzhong, although Lu Qian had nothing to do with this matter, his curiosity had been aroused, so he also followed.

Lu Qian smiled and asked, "Miss Rong Niang, Duan... Is she gone? ”

"Alas, don't mention it, after a few people came to the palace, Miss Duan left, and Da Lang was unhappy, and several sisters were scolded in such a short time."

When he entered the courtyard, Yang Lin really had a bad face, a pile of scraps of paper on the ground, and he didn't know what he was throwing a temper about.

Yin Muhong was the first to enter the courtyard, and when Yang Lin saw him, he scolded and said: "You came just in time, Liang Shicheng is an old dog, and he sent someone to impeach Song Jiang for being arbitrary and rampant in the place, and the official family issued an order to question me."

This is clearly a trouble for me, the local feudal official, do you still have to hold your tail... Hey, Xiyan, why are you here too? ”

Seeing Yao Pingzhong coming in, Yang Lin didn't continue to speak, after all, he was a little resentful of the saint.

Yao Pingzhong's face darkened, and he said, "I've seen my teacher." ”

Yin Muhong took a step forward and said, "Shaozai, now that the investigation has been made clear, Yao Shu died in the Guanyin Zen Temple outside Bianliang City, in the wing room chartered by Zhi Yanwen.

Yao Pingyi sent people to the Guanyin Monastery, but instead of offering incense, he transported the body to the official road overnight.

Now that it involves the internal affairs of the Taoist family, do you want to..."

Yang Lin's eyes were cold, and he said, "Check!" Why not check? ”

Now Liang Shicheng seems to have some ambiguous relationship with the Western Army, and there must be a demon when things go wrong, and most of this moth is inseparable from this murder.

Yao Pingzhong would be wrong, and thought that the teacher was for himself, so he went to this troubled water, hugged his fists and said: "Teacher, Xiyan is for the second brother, thank the teacher." ”

Yang Lin waved his hand and asked, "Xiyan, where do you think you should start?" ”

Without the slightest hesitation, Yao Pingzhong blurted out: "Yang Ceqing! This thief is the least courageous, and he drinks five or six on weekdays, and Zhi Yanwen was so scared that he was scared when something happened.

Such a person, as long as he is caught, there is nothing that cannot be asked. And looking at his performance in the Folding Mansion that day, he said that he didn't know anything, and he didn't believe in ghosts. ”

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In Yao's Mansion, the Planter frowned slightly, he didn't want to have too much contact with Mrs. Yao.

This woman is too flattering, and she is a widowed widow, and the little seed is a gentleman who does not accept the melon field and does not have a good crown, and he wants to have as little contact as possible with this kind of person who is easy to criticize.

What made him even more annoyed was that he thought he was determined enough, and every time he saw Mrs. Yao, his heart was a little shaken.

But this time it won't work, Mrs. Yao is both Yao Shu's aunt and Zhen Yanwen's aunt.

The two who died now are her closest relatives, and I can't help but explain a few words to her.

Mrs. Yao's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and the town was muddy, such a big thing happened, she was a woman, and she didn't know what to do.

In the past, when summer thieves were rampant, she did not have a bereavement of her relatives in the folded family, a pair of teary eyes, looking pitiful, so that normal men had a kind of abusive impulse at a glance.

The seed master was suddenly a little irritable, his voice raised a little, and said: "Mrs. Yao, we have already agreed with Yao Gu about this matter, it just so happens that you stay in the Jingshi, and it is up to you and Yi'er to calm down the waves of this matter everywhere." ”

Mrs. Yao glanced up at her nominal son, she knew this son too well, except for being handsome, he had no responsibility, more like a child who had not grown up.

She rolled her eyes, wiped her tears, and asked in a daze, "Why don't you let Xiyan deal with it." ”

"Mother!" Yao Pingyi shouted dissatisfied.

Mrs. Yao immediately comforted: "It's not that I look down on you as a mother, but Xiyan is a few years older than you after all, and he has been trained in the military camp." ”

The seed master interrupted her and said: "Yao Pingzhong's temperament is too impulsive, not as good as Yi'er, we have already decided this matter, you don't have to interfere." ”

"Don't meddle, don't intervene, then why talk to me." Mrs. Yao stomped her foot, got up and walked to the bedroom in the inner courtyard.

Yao Pingyi smiled bitterly: "Jingluo... Mother, kiss her..."

The seed master was relieved, suddenly relaxed, and said: "You don't have to worry about her, this is a critical moment for our Western Army, and you, as a man from Yao Mansion, should take responsibility." ”

The middle chief of the seed division breathed a sigh of relief, the matter finally calmed down, and if it was exposed, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the Western Army.

How did he know that the case they thought was hiding from the world was about to be revealed.

The seed master would never have dreamed that the opportunity for the whole thing to be revealed was only because Yang Lin had a lustful heart for Mrs. Yao.

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Among the four major generals of the Western Army, Fugu has the deepest heritage.

As early as the Wude period in the early Tang Dynasty, the Zhe clan was appointed as the "Fugu Town Containment Envoy" with the status of an indigenous strong sect.

It has been more than 500 years, exceeding the life span of any dynasty, and in 500 years, the Zhe clan has dominated Fuzhou and controlled the northwest for generations.

And the Yang family in Linzhou was attached to the Fold family from the beginning, and it has always been the only one who is the head of the Fold family.

Yang Ceqing has always been Zhi Yanwen's little follower, he has been following his ass since he was a child, and now that Zhi Yanwen is dead, Yang Ceqing is very frightened, and he can't sleep well every day.

He gathered all the strong nurses in the house into his room, and kept talking about what kind of ghost was asking for his life.

Everyone thought that it was Zhe Yanwen's death that was too miserable, and he was scared like this, and they didn't take it to heart.

It is estimated that in the past few days, Yang Ceqing will be able to come out of the shadows.

Several guards surrounded him, chatting with each other, when suddenly a rush of footsteps and shouting came from the outer courtyard, and the courtyard door was kicked open, and dozens of brocade and red-robed guards rushed in.

Yao Pingzhong took the lead and rushed to the front, the reputation of the little captain was too loud, and he had been overpowering the heroes of the Northwest for many years, and no one dared to step forward to stop him for a while.

Yang Ceqing saw that it was him, but he was not very afraid, and said angrily: "Yao San, what are you going to do?" ”

Yao Pingzhong was depressed in his heart, this case was found out, and he didn't know if he could take revenge, he lifted Yang Ceqing by the collar in the air with his left hand, and the forearm of his right hand gathered his strength to shatter the fist-thick frame behind him.

Yao Pingzhong's voice was like a bell, which shocked Yang Ceqing's ears and buzzed: "Yang Ceqing, let me ask you, is it you and Zhi Yanwen who killed my second brother." ”

Yellow-mouthed children, how to hear the sound of thunderbolts; The sick woodcutter, the roar of the tiger and the leopard.

Yang Ceqing's crotch was wet. Suddenly, a foul smell spread, and he trembled: "Yes... Yes, Yao... Yao Shuhe... It was Seventeen Lang who killed him. ”

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