The east wing room on the third floor of Fengzhuang Tea House was sent to dinner when the lamp was held, and each dish was slipped from the opposite Wen Kejuti, fresh and seasonal, as well as Linhuafu special dishes, all of which were bad.

Fu Xiaoshen commanded people to put the dishes and scoop the soup, and the room that had been quiet for an afternoon was rarely moved, but it didn't last long, and the teahouse guys who moved quickly and neatly quickly arranged it and bowed to retire.

After Fu Shi washed his hands, he first used half a bowl of vegetable soup, and then ate with chopsticks.

Fu Xiaoshen prepared vegetables for him, while observing the movement outside the window, sure enough, an official sedan chair appeared at the end of the street, and there were four sedan chair drivers, with steady and fast steps, and in a blink of an eye, they arrived at the main entrance of Fengzhuang Teahouse.

"My lord, here is the tea you wanted."

Not long after, the janitor knocked on the door softly and asked again.

After Fu Shi finished eating and rinsed his mouth, Fu Xiaoshen brought tea and handed it to him, and then called in.

Waiting outside the door is also a middle-aged man, different from Xuan Hu who came in the afternoon, this one is seven feet three inches tall, bearded and eyebrows, gentle and handsome, smiling, very kind, he gave way to the teahouse before entering the door, saw them clean up the plate, and knew that he had missed the meal, and looked at Fu Shi in the room with shame.

He made a long bow when he entered the door, and confessed before he got up: "Sir, the book Song is late, and I will not eat when I invite myself to be outdated, and I hope to be good." ”

Linhua prefect Wen Bing, the word book Song, is the first Jinshi of Datong Baoyou for ten years, the official Chenjiang Tong sentence, Yiyang Order, Jiangdong sentence, three years ago Linhua prefect, his transfer was still recommended by Fu Shi was ruled by the saint.

"No need to be polite, come and talk, I haven't seen you for three years."

Fu Shi got up and moved his position, and after signaling Fu Xiaoshen to close the window, he showed a relaxed look that he hadn't had for a long time, he was only twenty or six years old, and he was too young in front of Wen Bing, who was over forty years old.

However, there are too many things in this world that are not based on age, such as origin, talent, status...... And so on.

Wen Bing couldn't compare to him to be restrained, hiding his emotions, and approached the table to stand still, although his face did not show too much, his eyes were red, and his words were choked, "Sir, one day for the teacher's guidance, Shu Song will never dare to forget it for the rest of his life, and he has been diligent in official affairs for several years, all because of Mr. ”

Wen Bing was the first Jinshi that year, but he accidentally answered the question and the law of the first emperor during the palace examination, which was not accepted by the emperor, not only was not appointed as the champion, but also ended up in the last name of the palace examination.

If it weren't for his helplessness and nowhere to be found, he wrote a letter asking for a meeting to the examiner at the time, where would there be today's Linhua Prefect.

Wen Bing is full of feelings, moved in his heart, and almost wanted to cry, you must know that this year is not to jump over the dragon gate to the sky, steady progress, more than not to live in the Qing important position, or to be demoted to foreign positions, and I don't know how many people have folded in the official career of Shilin, a slump or empty of people and money.

Fu Shi remembered that he was young and frivolous, and when he first saw the letter of request for sight delivered by Wen Bing, he also joked with his father Fu Weizhen that his words were not beautiful enough, and his style was half scattered and half scattered.

Naturally, he didn't plan to help such an undesirable person, but his self-proclaimed cleverness at that time inevitably aroused Fu Weizhen's dissatisfaction, so he thought of a way to cure him, and immediately took back the letter, and said with a smile that he wanted to play a game of chess with Fu Shi.

Only then did Fu Shi meet Wen Bing, and made one or two strategies for him, and won the position of Chenjiang Tongju, which also opened the prelude to the relationship between the two for many years.

If the details of this are known to Wen Bing, I am afraid that it will be difficult to digest after many years of gratitude.

"I remember that you weren't as good at words as you were at the beginning," Fu Shi smiled lightly after coming back to his senses, "They all say that this officialdom cultivates people, and they don't deceive me." ”

"I ...... I have written many times, and it is inevitable that I will be blunt, Mr. Mo smiled......" Wen Bing hid his face in shame, and then smiled with relief, and the estrangement that he had not seen for several years was eliminated between a smile.

At that time, Wen Bing was a little stubborn, especially not good at meeting the horse, not liked by colleagues, and now people in officialdom, if you want to do some practical things, you have to be flexible and tactful in order to stand firm.

The two talked about the reunion after saying goodbye, and Fu Xiaoshen, who was pouring tea on the side, was paralyzed before he began to get to the point.

"Sir can come, I am really grateful, after all, the letters are limited, and many details are inconvenient to say, in fact, this case is too simple, but it cannot be solved."

Wen Bing didn't know that Fu Shi had already inquired about the details of the case from his private secret line in the afternoon, and while taking out the case file that he had brought in his arms, he told him about the relevant case.

"The deceased Wu Wanghong, a native of Phuket Village, Nha Town, Linhua Prefecture, is 28 years old, and the plaintiff Chen Zecheng was originally married to his wife, while the missing person Chen Ke, 10 years old, Chen Zecheng's daughter, the defendant Jia Yuhe, a businessman in Linhua City, is also the president of the 100 Chamber of Commerce in Linhua Prefecture, with a good reputation and prominent family wealth......"

After a brief description of the people involved, Wen Bing focused on the causes and development of the incident, as well as the current anxious situation.

After listening to the case twice in a short period of time, Fu Xiaohui felt that he had written it down, and then summarized and sorted it out in his mind to simplify the general process.

Chen Zecheng, a poor scholar, was forced to be reluctant to go into a relationship, and the relationship with the family surnamed Najia was like a spider silk in the early morning.

And the rich lady Jia Lifu has an average appearance, she was born with a soft mud temperament, she listened to her father's order to marry, obeyed her husband's wishes, and let him go home to visit his family.

Chen Zecheng left home for two months, but when he returned in a hurry, he witnessed the tragic death of his wife at home and the disappearance of his young daughter.

According to the testimony of reliable sources, there was nothing abnormal in the deceased Wu Wanghong before his death, and there was only one thing related to the case, that is, he received a letter from his family half a month before he was killed, which was written by Chen Zecheng.

And Chen Zecheng also relied on this letter of resignation to sue Jia Yuhe to court, because during this period of time he was imprisoned in Jia's house, and did not write any letters at all, it was obvious that Jia Yuhe found someone to write and send him back to Phuket Village in his name, so that Wu Wanghong died without knowing how he committed the seven rules, and the ten-year husband and wife relationship was empty in a blink of an eye, and he was once divorced and had nowhere to go.

After verification and Jia Yuhe's confession, the letter was indeed forged and sent by him, but he never admitted that he bought the murder, but how could a rural peasant woman, ordinary and ordinary, who has no grudges and no grudges, be murdered?

The results of the autopsy Wu Wanghong were pushed to the ground, knocked the back of his head, and then was chopped to his henchman with an axe in the chest, and died of excessive blood loss.

After the incident, the murderer evaporated like the world and could not be found, Jia Yuhe refused to admit his guilt, and the government naturally could not decide the case based on a forged letter, and Chen Zecheng came to the government several times to inquire about the verdict, but found nothing, depressed and angry, stood at the door of the yamen every day, and the Jia family acted not far behind, secretly gathering merchants and friends to put pressure on the prefect, demanding the release of Jia Yuhe.

A month has passed, the matter has been well known to everyone in Linhua City, Wen Bing, as the prefect, is in charge of "the government of a government, propaganda and weathering, peace of prison lawsuits, and all enslavement", if this case is not broken and beautiful, it is difficult for him to have a good end in Linhua Mansion for many years.

The process is such a process, and the conclusions are just these conclusions, Fu Xiaoshen has inferred and speculated in his mind over and over again, and there is no definite conclusion, or rather, he really can't judge whether this case is Jia Yuhemai's murder.

However, there is one thing he has thought clearly, that is, Fu Shi never came here to stay outside.

"Don't worry, drink a cup of tea first, I have a few points to ask you."

Fu Shi also lowered his eyes and drank the tea in the cup, but his eyebrows were stretched, and he was not trapped by the case.

In fact, when Fu Shi entered Washington City, he had a lot to think about.

One is because of Wen Bing, he has stayed in Linhua Mansion for three years, his political achievements are outstanding, his official style is upright, and he is widely spread.

The official department takes the exam every three years, and this year is also an extremely important year for him, and he doesn't want such a good chess piece he has cultivated to stumble on this last step.

The second is that the inside story of this case is far from being as simple as it seems, and the person concerned, Chen Zecheng, is a student of Linhua Mansion School, not an ordinary scholar, and he is also a talent, and he is an outstanding candidate who will enter the Beijing Autumn Examination in a few months.

The Linhua Mansion School was founded by his father Fu Weizhen when he was appointed Linhua himself.

If he hadn't come here in person, according to his expectations, the development of this matter would have continued into the origin of the dispute between the first-class businessmen and the students taking the exam, and the ensuing competition between the scholar and merchant classes, coupled with the deterioration and promotion of well-intentioned people, Linhua Mansion would be in chaos.

These are naturally things that Fu Xiaoshen can't think of even if he wants to break his head, some people can only see under their noses, and there are a small number of people who can see the whole leopard at a glance.

Wen Bing drank two cups of tea in a row to relieve the dry mouth of talking for a long time, and said modestly: "Please give me advice." ”

Fu Shi put down the teacup without hurry, tapped the table with one finger, and asked little by little: "On the day when Jia's embroidery building threw the ball to recruit his son-in-law, who nailed the hydrangea to the second floor opposite?" ”

"Did Chen Ke, who tracked down the missing man, go to Jia's house to search?"

"Can there be women and children in the eight-inch footprint inspection object?"

The more Wen Bing listened, the more he felt that his gentle fingertips seemed to knock on his heart again and again, and he felt that his mouth suddenly opened, and he felt confused for a while, and he was mixed together, which made his head swell, and he was excited and unspeakable.

Fu Shi had several questions in a row that Wen Bing had never thought about, he was still thinking about it freely, Fu Xiaoshen's face was wrinkled, and he seemed to feel that these questions were too difficult for his head.