Leaving the West Wing, Old Madam Song's face finally sank under the cover of the night, "Uncle, go and invite him over!" ”

The mother-in-law glanced at the maidservant behind her, and the maidservant hurriedly invited someone to go.

Mrs. Song didn't stop, held her mother-in-law's hand, walked through the winding path, and walked towards the mourning hall.

Meng Baishan came quickly.

Despite this, the mourning hall has also been restored to its original state:

The maidservants and servants of the night vigil bowed their heads and lowered their eyes, and quietly knelt in four rows in front of the coffin.

There are stacks of yellow paper in the iron basin, and they are booming.

Meng Baishan's footsteps stopped slightly, then he walked quickly past the maidservant, walked to Mrs. Song, waved his hands and said worriedly: "Mother." ”

"Get on your knees!" Old Madam Song drank coldly.

Meng Baishan timidly knelt on the ground, touched his head to the ground and said, "Mother is angry." ”

Old Madam Song looked at him coldly, "Chen Qiyang hasn't pleaded guilty yet?" ”

Meng Baishan maintained his posture and didn't dare to move, "Not yet." ”

"There are all the evidence, why didn't he plead guilty?" Old Madam Song asked.

"It's useless for me," Meng Baishan said quickly, "but please rest assured, mother, I will make him confess tomorrow." ”

A cold light crossed Old Madam Song's eyes, "Tell me, how do you plan to make him confess?" ”

Meng Baishan looked at the dusty ground, and thoughtfully responded: "I have already agreed with Lord Zhou, no matter what method is used tomorrow, I will make him confess." ”

Old Madam Song looked at him quietly, looked at him for a long time, and then said lightly as if she had no strength: "You haven't thought that he doesn't admit guilt because the murderer is someone else?" ”

Meng Baishan said in horror: "There are all human and material evidence, how can it be ......?"

"How so?" Old Madam Song sneered, "Zhang Er is strong and burly, five feet tall, then Chen Qiyang is only ten years old, he is still short and thin, how can he kill Zhang Er?" ”

Meng Baishan said timidly: "Mother is angry, I will go to ask Lord Zhou to recheck tomorrow morning." ”

Old Madam Song looked at him and stopped talking. Apparently he was surprisingly angry that he had reached this point and still didn't tell the truth!

Meng Baishan, in her cold gaze, kept trembling.

The candles flickered, the veils flew, the shadows of the trees rustled, and everything looked like a ghost.

The two of them stood and knelt like this, and confronted each other silently.

On the roof beams outside the mourning hall.

The man in black didn't know when, and he came back quietly.

After seeing that the two were only fighting and not speaking, he rose and fell a few times and disappeared into the night.

The Song family is the largest gentry in Qingxi County, and the family houses stretch into pieces, adding up to more than 200 houses.

The Song family was not prosperous, so that there were many empty houses on the east side of the house that were uninhabited all year round.

To the east, in the direction of the south, there is an elm forest. The courtyard under the shade of elm trees is pitch black without any lustre.

But at the moment.

In the leafy elm forest, two maidservants in gorgeous clothes held two intricate and luxurious jade hook cloud pattern palace lanterns, standing quietly.

In the rocking chair lit by the lights, the jade-faced boy in a silk brocade robe with a dark pigment face closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The jade-faced boy is seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long body and beautiful bones.

In front of him and behind him, standing or kneeling, there were four beautiful maids in gorgeous clothes who were like maids holding lamps, rubbing their shoulders and hammering their legs for him.

There was also a cold-faced boy holding a sword guard next to him.

The jade-faced boy reached out to fish, and the table covered with cloud brocade was full of seasonal fruits, delicate snacks, delicacies and wines.

A little farther away, on the branches of the treetops, there were faintly hanging many sachets. Under the treetops, there are also pots of night flowers.

The night breeze is gentle and the aroma is lingering.

The man in black silently fell to the side of the cold-faced young man, tore off the masked black scarf, revealing the same young man's face, and waved his hand towards the jade-faced boy, and repeated the process of Chen Chaoyan's autopsy to the designated murderer word for word.

The jade-faced boy was still asleep, seemingly unconscious.

The black-clothed young man withdrew his hand, bumped the cold-faced young man with his shoulder, and said in a suppressed voice: "Do you guess that the son is really asleep or fake?" ”

The cold-faced young man had a cold face and ignored him.

The young man in black didn't care, and after bumping into him again, he said in a low voice, "Are you sure that Miss Chen is really just a medicine picker?" I think her autopsy and case judgment are very old-fashioned, not like she is making things up. ”

The cold-faced boy still ignored him.

The young man in black moved to the table boredly and reached for the flask.

The moment his hand touched the flask, the jade-faced boy opened his eyes.

The young man in black quickly retracted his hand, slipped to the maid carrying the lantern, touched his hand on the lamp, and praised it repeatedly: "Is this the lamp that the capital just sent?" Why haven't you seen it before? ”

"Get out of here!" The jade-faced boy spoke coolly.

The black-clothed young man moved over and quickly repeated Chen Chaoyan's actions.

The jade-faced boy took the jade-bone landscape fan handed by the maidservant, got up and tapped his head twice as punishment, and then slowly paced out the shadow of the elm tree, and stood in the moonlight.

"The medicine picker who originally didn't know a few big characters would not only suddenly investigate the case, but also suddenly conduct an autopsy," the jade-faced boy looked in the direction of the mourning hall, tapping the palm of his palm with the handle of the fan, and his voice was slow, "What is the reason?" ”

"Childe wants to know the reason, isn't it simple? Just call her over and ask. The black-clothed young man instigated, "Anyway, according to her subordinates, Old Madam Song said that she would leave her alive, but she only said it to appease her." Childe wants to call her over for questioning, that is, to save her, she is grateful, and she will definitely know everything. ”

The jade-faced boy nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, we have learned to calculate the prince for the sake of pity and cherishing the jade." ”

Ling You immediately hit the snake and said with a stick: "Did the prince promise to ask her to come over for questioning?" ”

The jade-faced boy picked up the jade bone fan and knocked him twice, "Son, I came to Qingxi County to secretly investigate the private mining of iron ore and the private casting of weapons, but I am not here to visit the mountains and rivers and look for flowers and willows." It's really looking for flowers and willows, and she is still a little bit off the look. ”

Ling You covered his head, "Childe misunderstood his subordinates again, and his subordinates pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, but it's all for the sake of Childe!" Childe think about it, we came from the capital, and the crises encountered along the way are not a hundred but eighty, if there is a person like her who can perform autopsies and investigate cases with her, will we be able to catch those Xiaoxiao who assassinated Childe? ”

The cold-faced young man said coldly: "In order to keep Miss Chen, you really tried your best!" ”

"Chonglou, you don't talk nonsense!" Ling You argued, "I just saw Miss Chen's ability, so I started to love talents." ”

"Based on just one case, I can conclude that she is capable," Chong Lou said expressionlessly, "Whether it is the heart of love or admiration, you know best." ”

The jade-faced boy watched the two of them quarrel and didn't stop it. After waiting for a while, he asked out loud: "The plan was punctured, what was Meng Baishan's reaction?" ”

"It's still low and small." After snorting towards Chonglou, Ling You quickly replied, "But with Miss Chen's inferences and evidence, he won't be able to pretend for too long." ”

"I can't pretend to be too long...... "The jade-faced boy muttered a few words, unfolded the jade fan and shook it lightly twice, and commanded slowly, "Keep staring at him, don't ......"

Halfway through the sentence, a pigeon fluttered its wings and landed on a nearby elm tree. Chonglou flew up, caught the pigeon, took off the letterbox tied to its feet, took out the note inside and read it, and said in a low voice: "It's the news from Lingquan, as Gongzi expected, the Wu family mother and son are gone." ”

The jade-faced boy said with great interest: "Tell me, why not?" ”

Chonglou said: "Meng Baishan's people took one step before the people sent by Old Lady Song to arrest Wu's mother and son, and killed them. Mrs. Song has already received the news and is rushing to the Wu family's mother and son's house with Miss Chen. ”

Ling You immediately said: "That mother-in-law is from Meng Baishan, there is a good show to watch now!" ”

"That's right," the jade-faced boy put away the folding fan, looked up at the moon in the sky, and then raised his feet and walked towards the door, "It's Jin Fei Jin Yan Blazing, let's take a look!" ”