Song Changgui looked at Shi Yong and was stunned for a while.

It's not because of the embroidered handkerchief, but because his daughter actually said so much to him?

Over the years, because of the relationship between the stepmother Wang, Ah Shi has been estranged from him a lot, and he usually doesn't want to say a word?

Shi Yong looked at the path map, his eyes flashing slightly, "This shows that someone wants to frame me." ”

Seeing that Song Changgui's brows were getting tighter and tighter, Shi Yong lowered his voice: "Dad, when did the nine members of the Zhang family die?" ”

Song Changgui frowned, "According to my inference, it was between the first and third watches last night. ”

Yesterday was July 15.

It was the night of July 14.

They should die on the same day......

The timing is not right.

Depending on the time of death, the degree of stiffness and decomposition of the corpse also varies greatly. Song Changgui is an old man, Shi Yong does not doubt his experience in autopsy, but he can't understand why the Zhang family obviously happened on the night of the fourteenth, but the time of death was postponed for a whole day?

"Ah?"

Song Changgui pressed his throat and asked, "You tell your father the truth, last night, you really didn't go to Zhang's house?" ”

"Nope. I- I went the night before. ”

Song Changgui wanted to speak and stopped, Shi Yong glanced at him and threw away the pen.

"I'll talk to Shen Tou about embroidering a handkerchief......

"No." Song Changgui has been on an errand in the yamen for many years, and he knows that this kind of big case of destroying the door is not trivial, so he grabbed her.

"The stakes are high, don't make a sound. The matter ...... Daddy to deal with it. ”

Shi Yong met his eyes and slowly retracted his hand.

Father? Okay.

After a while, Shen Hao came out.

There were a lot of stains on his clothes, and he wiped his forehead.

"Mother's mouth is tight."

Song Changgui asked: "Unwilling to recruit?" ”

Shen Hao snorted heavily: "Is there a reason why Lao Tzu has no tricks?" Wait until I'm full, and then I'll try again. ”

He is a well-known iron catcher in Shuntianfu, and if a person falls into his hands, he will have to shed his skin if he does not die, how can he not be recruited?

The kid only admitted that he had brought a letter to Miss Zhang for his young master, and asked her to go to the temple fair with him in three days. But I can't find the letter he said, but I can't find it in Zhang's house. ”

……

Shen Hao and Song Changgui went to Shuixi Alley again.

Shi Yong asked the scribe for an ink strip and two pieces of paper, and went back to Song's house.

At the place where she was arguing with Xie Zaiheng at the mouth of the alley, she specially went to look for it, and the embroidered handkerchief was really gone.

There was laughter in the courtyard of the Song family.

Twelve-year-old Song Hong held an egg, and when he saw Shi Yong's face change when he entered the door, he put his hands behind his back like a thief, stuck out his tongue and ran away.

Fifteen-year-old Song Xiang was different, Tie Qing glared at Shi Yong, as if he had seen the enemy who killed his father, and rushed over and raised his hand to slap him.

"Little slut, how dare you beat my mother?"

Shi Yong held ink strips and rice paper in his hands, which was not easy to lose.

So, she kicked it over.

There was a slap on the face, the fingerprints were clear, and the cheeks were slightly red, but Song Xiang was kicked a few steps backwards by her. The strand sat on the ground.

was stunned, Song Xiang seemed to have just reacted to the fact that Ah Shi, who was being bullied by her, dared to kick her, hugged her aching calf, and cried out loud.

"Little slut, you dare to hit me? Have you ever been as crazy as your idiot? I'm my mother's daughter, my own daughter! What are you? ”

Shi Yong glanced at her and strode back to the house.

Wang heard his daughter crying, ran out and opened Song Xiang's skirt to see that her calf was bruised, but it was already bruised and swollen in a moment.

"The little beast who killed a thousand knives is crazy, the old lady has to sell you to the kiln to get a good life, isn't it ......?"

Shi Yong lives in a small firewood house, and the light is very dark.

She tied the door back, took out the jade order, placed it in the middle of the only stool, spread the white paper on top of the jade order, and took the ink strip and smeared it on the paper.

The jade order is Xiao Bing's thing, and it is related to the Wuqi Pavilion, so he can't stay by his side for a long time.

She had a headache last night, and she didn't have time to deal with it, and now she had to hurry up and expand the pattern, ignoring the crazy Wang and Song Xiang.

After a simple application, the miraculous phenomenon came out.

The white paper shows the pattern of the jade order.

It's exactly the same.

Shi Yong was very glad that he had played the game of "pencil extension coin" when he was a child, and looked at the pattern with satisfaction, flipped one side, and drew a scoop according to the gourd.

……

It was a quarter of an hour later.

Wang and Song Xiang blocked the door and insulted, Shi Yong smiled and left.

She's not a good person.

However, the female devil has no interest in trampling the two little ants to death.

In addition to the jade order, she has one more thing to do.

She doesn't know acupuncture.

That's the biggest flaw.

It is easy to fool Zhao Yin for a while, but it is difficult for a lifetime.

Since Ah Shi is a person who knows acupuncture, she will also think of some of Ah Shi's memories one after another. She went to buy a pair of silver needles, and she had nothing to think about, what if she let her figure it out?

The streets are full of pedestrians and shops.

Shi Yong looked flawlessly and went straight to the Good Doctor Hall.

The shopkeeper's surname is Sun, and it is okay to open the medical hall in the quiet deep house and alley, and there are guests seeking medical treatment on weekdays.

This is very much in line with Shi Yong's appetite.

……

Liangyitang is in the alley, the lintel is simple, but the inner hall is elegantly and exquisitely arranged, and a plaque of "medical family" is hung in the main hall, which is very elegant and magnificent.

Zhao Yin sat on a gall wooden circle chair, silently sipping tea, his posture was straight and straight, one leg was slightly bent forward, motionless but giving people a strong oppressive force.

An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face half-crouched beside his lap and looked at his knees with a look of panic.

"My lord's leg, it's serious again?"

"Hmm." Zhao Yin didn't want to say more: "Old Sun, look at it, but there is still a cure?" ”

Sun Zhengye squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment, sighed and sat on the pestle opposite, brushing his beard and shaking his head.

"If Yonglu Ye's Empress Yichu is still alive, Xu Neng can have some methods, but it's a pity that the sky is not a holiday......"

Speaking of the Emperor Taishang and the Empress Taishang who died last year, Sun Zhengye's wrinkled eyes couldn't help but become moist again.

"I'm old, my mind is dizzy, and I can't accept old age."

Zhao Yin held the teacup in his hand and paused, "Old Sun, you can't do it, there will be no one to cure in this world." ”

Sun Zhengye lowered his head again and looked at his legs, "I looked better a few days ago, I thought it was because of the needle, why did it ............ My lord, can you please invite the little lady to come to the Good Doctor Hall to administer the needle, so that the old man can watch from the sidelines? ”

Needles?

Zhao Yin leaned back in his chair.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and there was a knock on the door.

"Master."

Zhao Yin put the teacup on the table, "Come in." ”

The person who came was his personal length, and he was relieved.

He bowed to Sun Zhengye, and whispered in Zhao Yin's ear.

"Ah Shi is outside, looking for the shopkeeper Sun to buy silver needles."