When Yeats and the others arrived at Taichang Temple, they met King Han's people, and the two groups of people met, knowing that the surname Xu actually did not give in, Teng Chong sneered, "What qualifications do you have to check people?" ”

Xu Weizhi took out King Han's clan chief token, "Aren't you qualified yet?" ”

Among the two suspects in Taichang Temple, one is the son of King Luyang - Zhao Qiyan, as the patriarch of the Zhao clan, King Han does have the power to call people away.

Yeats and the others watched Xu Weizhi arrogantly take people away, and Teng Chong looked at their backs and asked, "Could it be him?" ”

The young man who was taken away, of medium height, square face, slightly fat, and still a little wheezing when he walked, as if he had a hidden disease, Yeats shook his head, "It's not him." ”

Since it is not this person, King Han will take it away if he wants to, they checked another suspect - Su Mingyong, the concubine of Lord Shi Su, the deputy of the Privy Council, and interrogated him first as usual, and Zhang Jin, Teng Chong and others entered the platoon again.

"He said that there were witnesses, and these people didn't look like perjury." Teng Chong asked, "Little Brother Ye, now that Lord Zhao has not checked, is it possible to ......?"

Several people gathered around Yeats, with serious expressions, and it was only at this moment that they realized that this case was really difficult to handle, "Perhaps, there are still abused people we don't know, do you want us to touch it again?" ”

There are only two days left before the time given by Qi Guogong, how can there be time to find other qualified suspects.

For the sake of colleagues, several people were reluctant to check Zhao Bai, who was working in the same room, and they didn't believe that Zhao Bai, who was as gentle as jade, would be a murderer who knocked on people's front teeth.

Zhang Jin specially emphasized: "On the night of the crime, Lord Zhao was not outside the city, let's go and check Fan Wenjia again, maybe King Han didn't find out anything?" ”

Just when a few people were at a loss and felt that the murderer was difficult to find, Yeats suddenly nodded, "Okay, then let's check Fan Fuzi who King Han has checked again." ”

Qin Dachuan frowned slightly, "Lord Ye, you don't check on Lord Zhao Bai Zhao because he is a disciple of the clan, and King Han will go to check on him?" ”

Yeats seemed to be in some kind of contemplation, and his mind swept to Qin Dachuan's words, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, "Was Zhao Qiyan released by King Han?" ”

When Zhang Jin heard this, "I'll let someone investigate immediately." After saying that, I went to arrange it in a hurry.

Standing on the street, Teng Chong asked, "Then let's go find Fan Wenjia?" ”

Yeats nodded.

Several people followed her to the Guozijian, and just after taking two steps, Yeats still stopped, "Uncle Qin, don't follow." ”

"Then I'm ......"

Yeats glanced at the bustling street, "You go check ......"

The shouts of the hawkers and the noise of pedestrians drowned out the sound of Yeats's talking, and after a while, Qin Dachuan received the task and merged into the flow of people and disappeared in front of several people.

Teng Chong and Yang Fuquan glanced at each other, suppressed the doubts in their hearts, and went with Yeats to Guozijian to find Fan Wenjia.

Fan Wenjia is one of the several concubines of Lord Fan of Dali Temple, neither the eldest nor the youngest, and he is a concubine who has no sense of existence after a dead aunt, and the days can be imagined.

When he was called out again, the whole person was gloomy and impatient, "What are you going to ask again?" Isn't it clear enough? ”

Then the concubine, who is also the son of the highest governor of Dali Temple, before stepping forward to suppress his arrogance, Teng Chong glanced at Yeats, and after a breath, Yeats smiled, "We are the case handlers of the Beijing Department of Dali Temple, I am Yeats, the judge of Dali Temple, and I hope that Master Fan will cooperate with us to answer a few questions." ”

Dali Temple? Fan Wenjia sneered, "It turns out that you are Ye Pingshi, who handles cases like a god!" ”

"Fan Fuzi has won the prize."

Didn't you hear him being sarcastic? Fan Wenjia blurted out sarcastically, "The surname is Ye, didn't you find it?" Even if you are in Beijing, the cases you have touched are all ordinary people's cases, and you have never touched any of the cases involving important members of the court or the struggle for power, right? ”

Fan Wenjia is not the son of Dali Temple, in a word, he is right, in addition to Lu Sicheng, Yeats and others in the capital department of Dali Temple, when it comes to important cases in the court, there are specialized people, these special people may be the two Qings of Dali Temple, or people like Zhao Qi'an, of course, there are important officials that Yeats does not know.

She smiled slightly, and arched her hand, "Fan Fuzi is not the son of Fan Siqing, and he really knows a lot, but I want to ask, does Fan Fuzi often go to the bookstore on Wenxin Street?" ”

No one expected that the first question Yeats asked Fan Wenjia was actually a bookstore, was it related to the case?

This is also what Fan Wenjia wants to know, he stared at Yeats suspiciously, puzzled with a strong vigilance, "Why are you asking this?" ”

Yeats smiled brightly: "Is it okay for the master to reply to me?" ”

"Yes and what." He still stared at Yeats puzzled, Liang Baolin was killed in a courtyard outside the city, and he had nothing to do with the bookstore in the city, so he asked very strangely.

Teng Chong and Yang Fuquan were also puzzled, but they knew Yeats, even if they chatted with people, they were talking about the case, and it really wouldn't be for nothing.

Yeats's smile deepened in a moment, and he nodded as if he understood something: "Okay." ”

"Good...... What? Fan Wenjia was shocked by her indifferent 'good' and sweated, "What else do you want to ask?" ”

"I asked, will you answer?"

"You...... You ......" Fan Wenjia, who was still laughing at people just now, was obviously flustered, "...... Of course I would. ”

"Five days ago, the night Liang Baolin died, you had been living in the Fan Mansion Courtyard?"

"That's nature."

"Haven't left for a moment?"

"I have a girl and a mother-in-law to testify."

Yeats suddenly smiled again, "You also went back to King Han like this!" ”

"That's the way it is, I answer no matter who comes." Fan Wenjia replied very firmly.

The two looked at each other.

One scrutinizes, the other holds his head high.

Teng Chong and Yang Fuquan stared at Fan Wenjia without blinking, wasn't he the murderer? Who would that be?

Yeats's eyes softened, and he asked with a smile, "Can you show me the painting you sketched that day?" ”

This Dali Temple judge dressed as a man and a woman, every time he asks is unexpected, asking him if he has ever been to the bookstore on Wenxin Street, and now he wants to see his paintings, what does he want to do?

Fan Wenjia stood still.

Yeats had already walked a few steps, and she didn't hear the movement of walking behind her, she turned her head: "Master Fan......?" ”

Fan Wenjia's eyes were not as firm as when he first came out, and when he heard Yeats's question, he was erratic and dodged.

Yeats was not in a hurry, he simply turned around and stood opposite him, making him nervous and flustered, just not asking.

Fan Wenjia was angered by her patience, "It's not just a painting, just show it to you." ”

Yeats spat out the words rewardingly, "Thank you." ”

Fan Wenjia went to the dormitory of Guozijian to get the painting he sketched that day.

Teng Chong and Yeats followed him, Teng Chong's voice was so low that he could barely hear it, "The case is related to painting?" ”

Yeats turned his head, looked him deeply, and gave him a look that you thought for yourself.

Tengchong: ...... (End of chapter)