Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, whether it is the prosperous capital or the poor countryside, people are busy celebrating the New Year.

Zhao Qi'an, the king of Nanping County, was very leisurely, watching the heavy snow outside the pavilion, wrapped in silver, and asked Pei Shaoqing, who was too busy to touch the ground, to come over.

Pei Jingning untied the big fuse, Bai Lang quickly brushed away the snow on the master's body, and then retreated with the big drum.

In an instant, only Zhao and Pei were left in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Pei Jingning's brows condensed slightly, looking a little impatient, "What's the matter?" He sat down, picked up his cup and covered his hands.

Zhao Qi'an smiled casually, "Ask your Zhizhi, can you catch the murderer a few years ago?" ”

Pei Jingning's brows can kill flies, "Zhizhi is what you can call?" ”

"I said 'your Zhizhi'."

"The next time I hear the word Zhizhi, not only your Hongxiao Courtyard, but also Guangju Building."

"Humph!" Zhao Qi'an sneered, "From the murder case on Chinese New Year's Eve to the twenty-seventh day of the month, I haven't been open for four days, what's the difference between being served by you." ”

Pei Jingning glanced at him, looking like you deserve it.

Zhao Qi shook his head and sighed, "It is said that your Zhi ......"

Pei Jingning pointed at him with a cup, looking like you will try it again.

"Okay...... Zhao Qi relented, "There are still three days, can your Lord Ye solve the case?" ”

Pei Jingning lowered his head and blew on the floating tea leaves, but did not respond.

Zhao Qi'an leaned on the rocking chair, put on a fluffy blanket, and said with a smile, "I heard that there is no precedent for the case that your Lord Ye has taken over, is it true?" ”

"What do you say?" Pei Jingning glanced at him angrily.

Zhao Qi'an looked at him and smiled, "There are three more days for the New Year, three days, Pei Ziqian, aren't you in a hurry?" ”

Pei Jingning glanced at him, leaned back and shook his head, and shook it comfortably, if there was a fishing rod, he could reach out to the small pavilion to fish, but unfortunately the surface of the small lake was frozen thick, and he could skate on it.

Zhao Qi'an saw that he was really not in a hurry, but he sat up straight and leaned over to look at him, "My subordinates can say, there are hundreds of guests in the restaurant alone, plus the eight guests invited by Ding Shilang, and the eight guests are related to people, not to mention thousands, a few people in your Beijing Department are checking one by one, when do you have to find out?" ”

"I'm not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry?" During this time, he had been very busy, and he relaxed all of a sudden, very tired, and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhao Qi'an got up, looked at the snowy lake through the side without a curtain, and played with beeswax beads with one hand, "The seat of the household servant is vacant, I don't know who the saint will promote?" ”

Pei Jingning opened his eyes, "Who do you want to promote?" ”

"Me?" Zhao Qi'an turned around with a smile, "Don't you think it's time for Cen Shilang to die?" ”

Pei Jingning narrowed his eyes.

The silver copied from several cases was distributed to the household, but I didn't expect the silver to be distributed, and the household waiter also died.

Pei Jingning didn't speak, and Zhao Qi'an really sighed, "I see that you didn't reach out to help Master Ye, so you let her check on where alone?" This is not a case of civilians killing civilians, if you don't help, this case will be like this. ”

The corners of Pei Jingning's mouth twitched unconsciously.

Zhao Qi'an felt that he had listened, and sat back in the rocking chair, "What are you going to do?" ”

Pei Jingning raised his eyes, looking puzzled.

Zhao Qi'an stretched out his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, "You won't always let her dress up as a man to investigate the case like a man, right?" ”

"Nosy." Pei Jingning reached out and knocked the hand that fell on his shoulder.

With a good heart as a donkey's liver and lungs, Zhao Qi'an didn't care, and shook the rocking chair, "The daughter of a little official, what identity do you plan to give her?" Concubines, concubines? ”

"Zhao Qi'an, you are too lenient!"

"If this case can't be solved, who will fulfill the holy golden words?" The implication of Zhao Qi'an's words is Yeats, who took over the case.

didn't handle the case well, she is a woman, she is bound to leave Dali Temple, after leaving, Pei Jingning will definitely not let go, won't she go back?

Pei Jingning got up suddenly, condescendingly, and said coldly, "Don't worry, even if the case can't be solved, I have a way not to let the saint blame her." With that, he stretched out his foot and kicked him.

Zhao Qi'an dodged, and the rocking chair almost overturned.

Pei Jingning walked away in a huff.

Zhao Qi'an's scolding voice came from behind him, "I&*$#......" He finally stabilized the rocking chair, stood up from the chair, and straightened the golden crown, "$#, so protective of the calf, marry home and be a mother-in-law!" ”

He realized it later, "$#, no, I really want to marry home!" ”

As soon as he left Zhao Qi'an's courtyard, Mo Song stepped forward and replied, "Master, someone from the palace, the saint asked you to enter the palace to reply." ”

Pei Jingning looked at the snow that was falling heavier and heavier, and took a deep breath, "Let's go." ”

"Yes, sir."

Mo Song and Bai Lang followed their master to the palace.

Yeats has been lying on his desk combing through the information gathered by several people, constantly sorting out the case line on the small blackboard, and deducing the murderer's murder route.

Yang Fuquan muttered, "It would be nice if Lord Zhao was here, he is the prince of the county, and he can help Brother Ye sort out Lord Cen's interpersonal relationships." ”

Yeats, who was thinking about it, heard Xiao Quanzi's words, stopped his pen and looked at Zhao Bai's workstation, yes, Lord Zhao hasn't been here for two days.

He ...... "Sick?" During the Chinese New Year, Yeats was embarrassed to say it.

Xiao Quanzi pouted, "I heard that there is something going on at home." ”

Oh, how can someone of their status not be busy, Yeats smiled and continued to sort out the case.

When he was about to have lunch, Lu Sicheng came over, "Ye Pingshi-"

"My lord—" Yeats hurriedly stood up and saluted.

He said, "Just now Master Fan said that the emperor has an edict, and those who were brought into Dali Temple by us because of the case, if they are not found guilty, let us release them." ”

Lord Fan is the secretary of Dali Temple and the biggest boss of Dali Temple.

It stands to reason that the person who cooperated with the investigation of the case should have released the person after asking him when he came in, but there were not so many people who actually handled the case, and if he could not ask for a while and a half, he would not have been released in time so quickly.

Four days have passed since the case was discovered, and he is indeed going to be released.

"Your Excellency, you call the shots."

Lu Sicheng said in his heart, this case is dominated by you, and you must be given face, on the face, for the celebrity in front of Pei Shaoqing, Lord Lu still smiled, "Okay, then I will notify the following to release the people." ”

"Okay."

Yeats stood until Lu Sicheng's back left, and she seemed to think of something and raised her heels.

Yang Fuquan asked, "Brother Ye, why are you going?" ”

"Xiao Quanzi, find Uncle Qin and ask him to follow me quickly."

"Okay."

The snow was falling, and the people who had been locked up for four days came out of the dark cells and saw the bright outside, as if they were suddenly separated from the world.

A charming-looking woman, straightening her sideburns, took a deep breath, stepped on the thick snow, and stepped on the squeaky sound, echoing in the cold snow.