It's the early dynasty again, but it's a little different from the past, after all, it's the day when Nantian's envoys come to see him.

The civil and military officials are lined up on both sides, even if they are like Ji Yushi, who usually yawns and stands up, they can sleep, but now they are trying to widen their eyes and cheer up to make a solemn appearance. Not to mention the usually serious people, they look quite dignified.

Song Yiyao stood in front of the left, looking at the opposite side boredly.

On the opposite side is Tang Jingruo, who has never worn an official robe, and today he was also pulled by the old housekeeper to wear an official robe. The black hair was all tied up high, revealing a neck with white skin like jade lines, which reduced three points of nobility and added five points of gentleness. But he is more and more like a literati.

was obviously expressionless, but Song Yiyao could see his impatience. Yes, the little marquis is not very patient, and he hates those virtual and real greeting routines the most.

The official robe that has been complained about so many times by himself looks good on him, Song Yiyao thought aimlessly. Suddenly realizing what he was thinking, a little face quietly turned red.

What are you looking at? Tang Jingruo's magnetic voice suddenly sounded in his mind, Song Yiyao's eyes were wide in fright, and after facing the smiling eyes on the other side, his face blushed even more.

She didn't answer, just at this time, Xu Envoy and Princess Nantian stepped into the palace gate to salute.

Hurriedly looked over.

Seeing him go to see Princess Nantian, Tang Jingruo immediately thought of the smile when the two looked at each other yesterday, and then thought of Song Yiyao's soul just now, and his face sank. (òᆺó How can there be someone in this world who hates more than Li Jin!) ）

"Nantian Huyan Qingluan pays a visit to His Majesty Da Zhou."

Huyan Qingluan bowed down, with a slender posture, watery eyes, tactful and affectionate. With a bit of flair and innocence.

This face is very good, with willow leaves and curved eyebrows, a straight nose bridge, bright eyes and bright teeth, she is really a beauty.

Is it good-looking? The gloomy voice sounded again, obviously it was just a divine sense transmission, but Song Yiyao felt the gnashing of teeth.

It's beautiful. Although she was puzzled, she still answered the little marquis's question seriously. Huyan He'er deserves to be called a ghost, how can he change his face at will and change it so good-looking every time?

"Tonight the widow will hold a banquet in the palace, and ...... then"

Tang Jingruo heard this sentence coldly, and immediately understood Tang Shao's plan. Co-authoring, this is going to hold a blind date banquet!

"Qingluan must be there on time." Huyan Qingluan, who was also Huyan He'er after changing his name and identity, bowed softly, I don't know whether he looked at Song Yiyao intentionally or unintentionally, Song Yiyao smiled, Huyan Qingluan smiled back, and lowered his head shyly and timidly.

This acting skill can't be seen as a person at all! It's really amazing, Song Yiyao didn't think much about it, and secretly admired.

But in the eyes of others, it's not just a matter of laughing.

"Lord Song is blessed!" After the next dynasty, Song Yiyao received such praise for the third time.

What kind of blessing, what kind of dumb riddle are these old foxes playing? Song Yiyao wanted to ask, but they all smiled and walked away.

Tang Jingruo dragged him into his carriage with a cold face.

In the carriage, Jin Tuan nested safely on a blanket, and when he saw the master coming, he whined happily and pounced on Song Yiyao's body.

Song Yiyao smiled and caught the little guy on his knees. Jin Tuan squinted his eyes pleasantly, enjoying it.

"Are you interested in that princess?" Tang Jingruo, who was in the carriage, asked directly with a dark face.

"What? You say Princess Qingluan? How can it be. ”

Song Yiyao laughed dryly. Let's not mention that this marriage is fiction and reality, she is a woman, how can she marry Huyan Qingluan.

But her expression was empty in Tang Jingruo's eyes: "If you don't want to, why do you keep staring at her?" ”

"Beautiful!" It's only because it's beautiful and good-looking, what's wrong with the little marquis today? Ask such a superficial (idiotic) question.

Tang Jingruo choked, yes, he almost forgot the beauty in front of him, which both men and women love the most.

He slowed down, and the more he didn't understand what the sour and sour emotions in his heart were that had been fermenting.

"Don't you think Princess Qingluan is very good-looking?"

"I don't think so." Tang Jingruo replied quickly. It's not good-looking, it's not good-looking, the eyes are too dark, the bridge of the nose is too upturned, it's not as pleasing to the eye as the one in front of you.

How high is the vision? Song Yiyao put three question marks in his heart. She leaned in and asked in a curious whisper:

"Who does the little marquis think is the most beautiful?"

Tang Jingruo turned his face and looked at Song Yiyao, who was close at hand. His voice lowered, and he emphasized word by word: "Ben Hou thinks that beauty is just skin!" ”

The low voice and the serious eyebrows and eyes were too confusing, Song Yiyao's uncontrollable heartbeat accelerated, and he hurriedly turned his face away, deciding to ignore the little Hou Ye who had convulsions today. What do you want to do with a man every day, is it the legendary flirting without knowing it?

The carriage did not return to the Ministry of Punishment, but went directly to the west.

Yesterday, there was a suicide case of taking poison in the imperial city, and there was a suicide note left at the scene.

Song Yiyao felt strange when he examined it, so he decided to go to the scene of the crime today.

There was a white lantern hanging at the door, the wooden door was closed, and Song Yiyao gently knocked on the door twice with Jin Tuan in his arms. Then wait quietly.

"Who?" The door was opened from the inside, and a woman in her thirties wearing white flowers looked suspiciously at the two people in official robes in front of her.

"I wonder what the two officials are doing?"

Song Yiyao glanced at her up and down, and said seriously:

"There are still doubts in this case, and this official will investigate again."

"Didn't it all end yesterday?" The woman muttered quietly. Anyway, I opened the door and let them in.

The main hall is a coffin, with candles burning and paper money, and you can see that you are in a hurry to prepare.

There was also a man who knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, it should be the son of the deceased, and when he saw someone coming, he looked at it numbly, and then burned the paper money.

"My father-in-law is too sad, and I hope the two officials will not blame."

Song Yiyao poured incense and said, "Mourning, I'm sorry." ”

Then he handed the golden ball to Tang Jingruo, and walked to the coffin himself, the deceased was about sixty years old, with gray hair, purple lips, and dark spots on his face, which was in line with the description of the symptoms of the poison contained.

Jin Tuan and Tang Jingruo both stared at the man, to be precise, at the black baby on the man's back.

Song Yiyao lightly touched Tang Jingruo and motioned for him to come back to his senses.

She looked at the woman's pale face and lips, and asked with concern:

"Madame is not well?"

As soon as these words came out, the woman's face became even more pale.

The man wiped his tears and got up:

"My wife accidentally miscarried a month ago, and I hope the two adults will forgive me, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask me."

I had a miscarriage a month ago, which is a bit of a coincidence. The child looked like he was already full-term, Tang Jingruo glanced at it again,

The two asked a few more questions, comforted the overly sad man, and said goodbye.

Out of the door of the house, Song Yiyao waited for them to close the door, turned around and entered the neighbor's house next to him.

The neighbor is a warm-hearted aunt, seeing that both of them are wearing official robes and have an extraordinary bearing, knowing that they are really big officials, she warmly invited the two to sit down, poured tea and sighed and said:

"Their family? Alas, Mrs. Wang is afraid that she can't think of it because of the child in her family. Her family has been passed down for five generations, and the old king died early.

It was not easy for her to pull Wang Chuan up alone

earned the money to rebuild the mansion and let Wang Chuan marry Xuanniang.

Then since several years ago, I have been looking forward to having a grandson, Xuanniang finally got pregnant, she was afraid of bumping and burning and waited carefully and carefully for ten months. Who knew that the child's fate was not good, and he was born less than two hours ago, alas. ”

Tang Jingruo remembered the child just now and asked:

"Do you remember the day when the child didn't die?"

Aunt sighed again:

"I remember, on the morning of the seventh day of last month, the child was born and didn't last until the afternoon, and the family cried very badly that day! Xuanniang was still clamoring to go with the child, but she didn't expect that in the end, it was Mrs. Wang who couldn't think of it, alas, they buried the child that day. I think I'm afraid to see sadness! ”

"And what about their family? Do you have a quarrel on weekdays? ”

"This, who wouldn't have a little trivial quarrel and quarrel."

Meow woo~ Jin Tuan can't stay a little bit, there is something delicious next door, it seems to be going to eat!

That is, Song Yiyao rubbed the hair on Jin Tuan's back, signaled it to be quiet, and waited for the aunt to continue.

The aunt pondered for a while, and didn't know whether to say or not:

"Wang Chuantong Xuanniang, Xuanniang and Wang's wife, as well as their mother and son, are all a family, living together, it is inevitable that there will be some stumbles."

"Lately?"

The aunt hesitated, but still said:

"Some time ago, it seemed that because Wang Chuan wanted to do business, their family had a lot of trouble."

In the Criminal Department, as soon as Song Yiyao came back, he found someone to check the body of the buried child.

Tang Jingruo asked, "Do you suspect that the deceased killed that child?" ”

"She went to buy the poison at noon on the seventh day of January, and then the child was gone. There is good reason to doubt this. But I don't understand why. She was so expectant of this child, why did she do it? ”

"And who killed her? Ghosts don't poison, right? ”

Tang Jingruo thought of the child lying on the man's back, and felt that the temperature around him had dropped for a while.

Song Yiyao shook his head:

"If you can't touch the real thing, of course you won't poison it. The kid just wouldn't leave out of resentment. ”

And the reason for his resentment, the cause of his death, I am afraid that it can only be understood after the autopsy.

Just when the two of them were puzzled.

"My lord, someone wants to see you." Jiang Liang knocked on the door to report.

"Who? Can you say the name? ”

Song Yiyao asked in surprise. No one would come to her on weekdays.

Jiang Liang presented an embroidered handkerchief. The embroidered handkerchief is embroidered with maple leaves like fire.

"No, but he took this and said that adults should know each other."

Song Yiyao glanced at it, and immediately remembered this person, and couldn't help patting his head with a headache. Turning around in a hurry, some want to run.

"Say I'm not there! No, no, no, just say I just got out on something! Or do you mean I'm trying a prisoner? ”

Tang Jingruo reached out and pressed him back into the chair.

Turning around, he was almost stunned, who was that person who could make Song Yiyao panic like this?