Sometimes, the two concubines of the Ye family also feel that something is wrong, and they always feel that the current third brother is like the previous third brother, as if the third brother who was short-tempered and couldn't help anything has died, and a capable new third brother has come.

They didn't dare to think deeply, for fear that if they were not careful, the bad third brother would come back, wouldn't that be ...... They stopped thinking.

Ye He's family won't listen to his daughter, "You are now the head of the family, if you don't eat, no one can eat first." ”

Yeats couldn't help them, "Then let's eat them all." ”

Ye He was just about to call the concubine and the two concubines to the kitchen to eat, when there was a knock on the door of the small courtyard.

"Who?" Yang Fuquan saw that the Ye family was discussing the matter of eating, so he jumped to open the door, "Yang Guogong? "I was amazed.

Yang Guogong ignored this hairy boy, shook his hand and strode into the door, only Yang Shizi followed behind him, and he closed the door of the small courtyard with his hand.

Of course, Yeats also saw Yang Guogong, and hurriedly went down the corridor to greet him, "Xiaomin has seen Grandpa Guo." ”

Hearing his daughter's address to the comer, Ye Dahe was already frightened, and he couldn't hold the crutch steadily, so Ye He and his concubine Jiang held him.

Yang Guogong was not in the mood to care about Xiaomin's behavior, and directly threw the list of his eldest son into Yeats's hands, "Who is it?" If you don't say it......" He raised his eyes to look at the poor and sour Ye family, and the threat in his eyes was self-evident.

Yeats's face turned cold: "Grandpa Guo thinks that Xiaomin is a person who is afraid of things or death? ”

"Isn't it?" Otherwise, why didn't he tell the murderer, he snorted coldly: "As long as you say it, my Hongnong Yang family will protect you from death?" ”

Yeats looked up and sneered.

"What, don't believe me?" Yang Guogong's face was official: "If Pei Ziqian hadn't said that you have some ability, the old man would not have given you this opportunity at all." ”

Ye Zhi raised the list in his hand and looked at him coldly, "I really have some ability, and I can really guess who killed Yang Xiaogongzi, but I don't say who it is, it's not that I'm afraid of things, let alone death, but I can't get direct evidence to convict, understand, Grandpa Guo, is Da Wei Law a piece of waste paper in your eyes?" ”

Except for the emperor, Yang Shizi has never seen anyone dare to teach him Lao Tzu, so he stepped forward, "You are presumptuous!" ”

Yeats stuffed the list into Yang Shizi's hands, "The prince will either ask another master, or kill them one by one according to the list listed, anyway, I won't say who speculates." ”

"You ......" If you can kill them one by one, the father and son of the first-class duke will go to the cold door in person?

Yang Guogong squinted his eyes and raised his chin and asked faintly, "You really don't say it?" ”

Danger is coming.

Yeats was fearless: "Yang Guogong didn't dare to kill those famous and powerful people, and he picked on a small people like me to bully, it doesn't matter, if you want to kill you, kill you!" ”

"You ......" Yang Guogong wanted to say, "You think I don't dare", stretched out his hand and glared, "Do you think I can't do it?" After speaking, he flicked his wide sleeves, turned around and walked away angrily.

Yang Shizi looked deeply, "Ye Pingshi, what ......" suddenly felt that it was not worth talking to a small person who didn't know how to lift, and left with his father.

The two of them came like a gale, and they went away like a raging wind.

Yeats exhaled.

The Ye family was so frightened that they didn't dare to move.

Yang Fuquan stepped forward in a daze, stared at the door and asked, "Brother Ye, they want to kill you, don't be afraid, I will protect you." ”

Yeats chuckled, "Don't worry, you won't kill me." "But...... Forget it, don't want to.

She turned to everyone and shouted, "Come, come, have dinner." ”

Ye Dahe came back to his senses at this time, shaking his hands, as if the sky had fallen: "Zhi'er...... Zhi'er ...... How did such an expensive person come to my house...... What did he want to do...... Are we going to be beheaded tomorrow? ”

Yeats slapped his face, "Dad, you are a fast catcher in the town, and your knowledge is always higher than that of ordinary people, why do you have such thoughts?" ”

"Look at the way he looked just now, he was going to eat us, wasn't he just killing our heads?"

Yeats didn't know how to comfort him, stepped forward to support him, and patted him lightly on the arm, "Dad, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are many powerful people, and it is normal to meet a powerful ......"

"Yes...... But ...... "The lame Ye Dahe was taken by his daughter to sit down at the table of the eight immortals in the hall.

"Dad, don't worry, with me, I will protect everyone safe and sound."

Yang Fuquan trusted Yeats as if he believed in God, "Brother Ye said it's okay, then it's definitely okay, I'm hungry, I want to eat." ”

The Ye family, who were so frightened that they lost their souls, recovered from Yang Fuquan's naivety, and everyone sat down at the table to eat, and after a while, they forgot about their sorrow and anxiety tonight in the food.

On the second day, Yeats was normal.

Two or three days later, rumors spread about the poisoning of Yang Yanbin, the youngest son of the Xuanguo Mansion, and along with the rumors, Yang Guogong had asked Dali Temple to dig up the murderer.

"The murderer was caught?" Someone in the teahouse asked.

"No, I heard that the people of Dali Temple opened their mouths and refused to tell who the murderer was without giving money?" The man in the tavern replied.

"Really?" There is a lot of talk in the streets.

"Of course it's true, the official of Dali Temple who can catch the murderer is Pei Shaoqing's exceptionally promoted seven-grade reviewer, I heard that since he entered Dali Temple, there has been no case that has not been solved by him."

"So powerful?"

"That's natural, otherwise how dare the lion open his mouth and ask Yang Guogong for silver."

"God, that's the first-class grandfather, the lord who can stand in front of the saint and can avoid kneeling, how dare you offend this little comment?"

"Who's to say it isn't?"

……

Jiang Botao, the prince of Changyu Houfu, found Teng Chong, "The one surnamed Ye really found out the murderer who poisoned Yang Yanbin?" ”

Teng Chong knew that Jiang Shizi invited guests to dinner for this matter, he was the concubine of the Bofu, and it was already mixed up to be able to get to know the prince of Houfu, and it was not easy to let these high-status concubines invite them to dinner.

I didn't expect to be invited today, it was still a better restaurant in the capital, for a while, Teng Chong was a little proud, squinted his glass and waited for good wine before he said leisurely, "That's natural, as long as the case that Junior Brother Ye wants to solve is really not unsolvable." ”

Jiang Botao's eyebrows condensed.

Teng Chong understood what he said last time, Jiang Botao's heart was moved. He was even more proud, filling his wine glass to himself, and secretly glancing at the other party's expression while drinking.

Finally, Jiang Botao spoke: "So, can he really help me find out the murderer of my cousin?" ”

Teng Chong put down his wine glass and smacked: "As long as you believe it, you can definitely do it." ”

In the Guozi Prison, a young literati is lifting the pen to paint, lifting, hooking, transporting, turning, splashing ink like a momentum, swallowing mountains and rivers, until the sun sets, the light is dim before stopping the pen in his hand.

"The atmosphere is magnificent." Those who admired the paintings did not hesitate to praise, "Great, the paintings of the foolish brother have reached the pinnacle." ”

Yu Qingzhi smiled slightly: "I don't know if the painting has reached this point, but the sycophants of the legend have reached the pinnacle." ”

"Uh...... Haha......" Wang Chuanzhi raised his head and laughed.

Yu Qingzhi set up the pen and ink, blew the picture, and let the little maid be good. I bypassed the bookcase, sat down at the halfway table, picked up the tea and blew on it.

Wang Chuanzhi followed and sat on the other side, wanting to speak and stopped.

Yu Qingzhi took a sip and raised his eyes, "If you have something to say, you can say it directly." ”

Wang Chuanzhi was a little weak-hearted, "Did Brother Foolish Evening hear the rumors outside?" ”