No matter how divine a detective is, after all, he still can't get out of the category of people, unlike those half-immortals who set up fortune tellers on the street, who can give an ambiguous answer by reading a word casually and throwing a few copper coins.

The first village in the world is not small, after all, it is the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion of the year. The courtyard of Qijin is right to say that it is a mansion, and it is not bad to say that it is a garden. I have to say that at least in the first few years when the world was decided, Zhu Yuanzhang was still good for the old brothers, and as for the later things, it was useless to say too much.

The small bridge flows, but there is no home.

The small river in the garden, which had been carved out by man, meandered through the ground to the top, and was swept away into the middle of nowhere as the waterwheel turned day and night.

On the grass next to the waterwheel, the old beggar in rags lay lazily and basking in the sun. With one hand behind his head and the other hand clutching his belly, the sour smell was as pungent as ever.

"Hey, I've been thinking that you're going to die out one day, but I didn't expect to hide here. Well... It's also a good place to eat, drink, hide, and live. ”

Hearing this meaningful ridicule, the old beggar opened one eye to look at the person who spoke, closed it again, and turned over: "Do you recognize the wrong person? ”

"Hmmm... I should have recognized it correctly, but I haven't recognized the wrong person in these two tricks. With a wine burp, Jiang Jinjiu poured down beside the old beggar, and handed over the wine gourd in his hand: "Taste it? ”

"I always call Huazi unlucky, and I have eaten leftovers, but I can't go down to the fine wine Qiong Yao. Excuse me, thanks. The old beggar stood up and stretched: "Today, the Zhuangzi is making chickens, and the old one is called Huazi, but you have to hurry up, I can't say that I can get two chicken butts to taste, and don't let those little rabbits throw them away if it's late." Your Excellency can stay if you want, and you won't be with Hanako. ”

Jiang Jinjiu squinted at the old beggar stepping, squinted, and suddenly smiled: "Jia Wenhe, Zhizheng Yuanting Yipin Zaifu, Emperor Yuan Shun, no, it should be said that it is the first think tank under Ren Xiao, the chief manager of the Great Interior, known as a poisoner, just eat some leftovers, your old golden belly can digest it?"

The old beggar stopped and stood still. I looked left and right, and then turned around. A messy hair, a dirty beard like a lion's hair at this moment, his eyes flashed away, and he returned to cloudiness: "Who are you?"

"Well said, well said. The surname is Jiang, and the cursive character enters the wine. Jiang Jinjiu shook the wine gourd and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this place is empty, there may be people around watching, but no one can hear us." The identity of the old gentleman is still a secret at the moment, and my Jiang Jinjiu's mouth is very strict. ”

Jia Wenhe looked at Jiang Jinjiu coldly: "Only the mouth of a dead person can be regarded as strict, and a living person can't control his own mouth." ”

"It's a pity that the old gentleman is only a flower child now, and there is no one under his command to call him, and your own martial arts can't kill me. It's beautiful, it's beautiful. ”

"The old man is still alive, his brain can turn, and killing people does not necessarily have to be done himself. ”

"Don't be like this, do me a favor, just a few words, why bother to make the fish die and break the net?" Jiang Jinjiu scratched his head and said with a smile, but there was a taste of weakness.

"Since you know the identity of the old man, do you know what the price was when Ren Xiao wanted to listen to the old man?"

"Yes, yes. Jiang Jinjiu nodded: "One word is one or two silver, but it's a pity that I'm a poor ghost, but I don't have so much money." ”

"Then why should I help you?"

"The old gentleman was rich in the world, but now he is still a beggar? It is useless to ask for so much money, so the old gentleman should be kind?"

Jia Wenhe snorted coldly and ignored it.

"Hmmm... How about finding a golden rice bowl for the old gentleman?" Jiang Jinjiu thought about it and said tentatively: "A golden rice bowl that can save your life." ”

"Where is the golden rice bowl?"

Jiang Jinjiu pointed in the direction of the east and said with a smile: "Dongchang." ”

"Golden Rice Bowl?" Jia Wenhe shook his head slowly: "It's not a golden rice bowl there." Emperor Jianwu is not the same as the two fools with a big iron pot (Emperor Yuan Shun's real name is Yuan Shun's real name, Tu Timur, which means iron pot in Mongolian), and Xu Ruyi is not a smile.

But the old man owed him a favor back then, since you mentioned it, I think your help to the old man is also related to him?"

"Exactly. ”

"Tell me, old man. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Jinjiu sat cross-legged, straightened his waist, and told the news that Nanjing City himself had learned from the deaths of Wang Yongzhen, the Zheng family, and Li Fei, no matter how big or small, everything that he felt could be related, even Xu Ruyi's face and attitude, all of them were told one by one.

Jia Wenhe also sat down, closed his eyes, listened quietly, and did not interject, patting his hands on his knees from time to time, making a "pop, pop" sound, which was his habit.

With a stick of incense, Jiang Jinjiu said everything that should be said, and he felt that there was no omission, so he stopped, and by the way, he held the wine gourd in his hand in front of Jia Wenhe, both hands.

Jia Wenhe opened his eyes, looked at the wine gourd, and then looked at Jiang Jinjiu: "Finished?"

"That's it. Jiang Jinjiu nodded.

"Looking for those rats in Beiping?"

"It's too late to find someone, it's the key to find out their purpose, otherwise you won't trouble the old gentleman. This should also be what the factory man meant. Jiang Jinjiu looked at Jia Wenhe and said, "It's my ability to investigate people and cases, but that has already happened or existed. I need the old gentleman to tell me what hasn't happened yet. ”

"The brain is not too stupid. Jia Wenhe looked at Jiang Jinjiu approvingly, stretched out his hand to take the wine gourd, poured a big sip, and said: "Beiping and Nanjing, fighting for the golden chair." Zhu Yuanzhang killed a batch, Dongchang killed a batch, and the rest of the court were some wine bags and rice bags that only knew flattery. If Beiping really raises the flag, the victory or defeat will be at least five or five. For the business of rebellion, there is no less.

Beiping's fifty percent chance of winning came from the incompetence of the imperial court, and the fifty percent chance of winning the imperial court came from Dongchang. I have to say that that little doll still has some mental tricks.

It doesn't matter who Beiping sent this time, but the bureau must be to eradicate Dongchang. As soon as the East Factory is removed, King Yan will really be destined for heaven, this is their purpose.

How not to talk about him in the previous means, but the most important thing in this game is on one person. ”

"Who?"

"Emperor. Jia Wenhe said leisurely: "The old man said that Emperor Jianwu is not Emperor Yuan Shun, and Xu Ruyi is not Ren Xiao. No matter how angry Emperor Yuan Shun was, he couldn't move Ren Xiao. And if Emperor Jianwu is angry, Dongchang? hehe, the joke is general. ”