Husband, Have Dinner

Nanxun usually has no major incidents, and it is difficult to come up with a murder case of a wealthy family, which has become the people's talk after dinner.

After five or six days, there was still no news from the Yamen side.

The false rumours in the streets and alleys are getting more and more serious, and it is certain that Kiryu, who is only active in the sweet cake shop, also listened to it. In addition to his own brain supplements, a plot of dog blood was born in his mind.

In the middle of the night, A Yao woke up again, sitting dazedly, the moonlight filled the room.

"It's fifteen..." Master Mochizuki spent six days in Nanxun prison. During this period, she made many hypotheses, but what about the evidence? There is no evidence in hand, and you cannot go to the scene of the crime to investigate. No amount of speculation is in vain, "If only I could fly away."

A Yao sighed and lay down and closed her eyes, but she turned over and over again like fried little yellow croaker, and did not sleep well all night.

After the "propaganda" of the big and small shops on Wenfang Street, the people living nearby are not willing to come in for a drink of tea at the sweet cake shop.

Zhou Bingshu came over to give Tongsheng a lesson unimpeded. Seeing that A Yao was helpless, he was hesitant. In front of A Yao, he didn't dare to pat his chest and say to give them a hand. He left the sweet cake shop and went back to Nanxun Thatched Cottage to ask his husband if he could No gang.

The husband scowled, walked quickly to the door, looked around quickly, closed the door and pulled Zhou Bingshu into the inner room, lowered his voice and said, "Crazy you? You haven't passed the palace exam. Before becoming an official, In front of the magistrates, the so-called jury is nothing but a white body. Don't make trouble at this time!"

"Is there a problem with this case?" Zhou Bingshu asked if he noticed the awkwardness in his usual tone.

"You have to go to the exam, and with the recommendation of the prefect, your road to Beijing will be smoother." The master again emphasized, "Think about your father and your mother. If you are interested, you shouldn't trap yourself at this time. ."

The master with white temples looked directly at Zhou Bingshu with piercing eyes. Zhou Bingshu pleaded with him, but felt a pain in his wrist. The master held his hand tightly, and the back of his hand burst into blue veins. "Master..."

"promise me!"

In a thought, my mind flashed through the figure of my father and mother facing the loess and back to the sky, and flashed through the picture of father adding oil to the lamp and changing the wick.

Zhou Bingshu was silent for a long while, and finally nodded slowly and heavily, and responded softly, "Yes."

On the other side, on the way home, A Yao saw a figure who was not unfamiliar.

Tilted his head slightly, I couldn't help but get up

Meng Qianxiu?

What is he here for?

It seemed as if there were a pair of eyes behind him. Someone looked at him. Meng Qianxiu turned around and saw A Yao. He walked quickly and squatted down. He smiled and said, "Little Yaozhu, we haven't seen him for a long time."

Not used to being too close to strangers, or because Meng Qianxiu’s aura is not in harmony with her own, A Yao stepped back and distanced herself. "Good son Meng, are you here to see my master? Unfortunately, She is not at home now, you can come again next time."

"I can save Miss Mochizuki."

When he was unable to do anything, Meng Qianxiu's words seemed like a glimmer of hope. Even if he was the suspect on the funnel chart, A Yao did not want to miss the news that he could save Mochizuki "Really?"

"Children are not deceived."

Can a gentleman deceive him? Ayao laughed as soon as she heard it. A normal adult would not ask for help from someone weaker than herself. Unless she has ulterior motives, she would listen to Meng Qianxiu's method. "Then, please come from Mengzi."

I was about to invite him into the mansion, but heard Meng Qianxiu declined "Thank you, but I ordered a table of good dishes in Zuixianlou. I wanted to invite Xiao Yaozhu to Zuixianlou. This is not a place to talk. I will wait until I arrive. Mochizuki will talk about it when she comes back."

"Okay, I'll talk to my aunt first." A Yao walked sideways like a crab with her hands on her back. Without looking away from Meng Qianxiu, she moved to her home, retreated to a safe distance, turned around and ran to the door. Auntie left a message.

"This girl is clever."

On the second floor of Zuixianlou, Meng Qian Xiuguo really ordered a table of good dishes. As soon as he took his seat, Xiao Er gave the dishes together.

Four dishes and one soup, chicken fire brancai soup, Longjing shrimp, squirrel mandarin fish and Hang Sanxian.

The aisle seats can be looked down from the railing, and the lively atmosphere of the lobby is unobstructed.

A Yao did not move his chopsticks, and the purpose of coming with Meng Qianxiu was not to eat "How can I save my master?"

"Let’s tell you, I’m classmates with the prefect, and have a fateful friendship. After the prefect came home that day, the stomach was a little uncomfortable. This problem can be big or small. As for me, I have been listening to my mother’s mother that Mochizuki’s dishes are delicious in the world. Later, after having a New Year’s Eve dinner, I would not forget it. If you can persuade Mochizuki girl to become my cook, listen to my dispatch, I will ask the prefect for a plea, this matter will be over, and the girl will be back the same day. Little scallop, You are young, but you are the only relative of Girl Mochizuki. Mochizuki is naturally stubborn and does not love to owe favors. I hope you can think for her. Where is the Nanxun prison? The strong man who killed pigs spent several days in prison when he came out. She's not an adult anymore. How can she suffer from this pain as a woman like a flower?"

Does that mean desperate?

This is where he has ulterior motives?

It seems that he should not have much to do with this case. Taking the opportunity to let Mochizuki work for him for free, maybe he can use Mochizuki's reputation as a stepping stone to climb up step by step.

This kind of thing doesn't need to be brainstormed to know that it is impossible to agree, if Master Mochizuki agrees, he doesn't have to go this way.

Ayao figured out this level of joints, and then faced a table of delicious dishes that were delicious in color and fragrance, and her stomach cried out tacitly. She stretched out her chopsticks to eat with shrimps, but after a bite she felt tasteless. It's not that the dishes are not delicious, yes. The person who ate together was not Mochizuki and Bird's Nest.

Putting down the chopsticks, she raised her eyebrows, extremely disappointed. "I thought you were talking about some useful method. The script is correct. The tongue of a scholar is not bad, and a mouth is the best way to bluff. The prefect’s fate and friendship can save my master. If I persuade my master, and you can’t do it at all, in the end my master will become your slave, won’t it be my sin? So let’s just say nothing, You write down the proof, and I will go to the prefect’s house for a notarization with you. Once there is a prefect’s chapter, I will immediately persuade my master to kill her."

At the end, she raised her eyebrows, as if the identities of the two parties in the negotiation were reversed.

Meng Qianxiu felt funny and laughed lowly, "Little Yaozhu, only I can help Miss Mochizuki at the moment. You are messing around and will harm her."

A Yao doesn’t seem to understand the hidden threats in his words, ignorant, “I’m not right? I’m not familiar with you, I have no reason to believe you. I am not familiar with the prefect, but the seal of the prefect is notarized, then I What's wrong with admitting that? Mr. Meng, you are a commoner, and you just said that you are a classmate with the prefect, how do I know if you are lying to me?" Meng Qianxiu stared at A Yao and laughed all the time. He could see that his hair was straight in his heart, and he held his skirt tightly.

"Ah-my stomach! My stomach hurts!"

Suddenly someone downstairs screamed loudly, and then the cups of tea and the table shook, and A Yao's eyes were attracted.

Other diners in the lobby craned their necks and looked for the source of the sound.

After patrolling for a long time, Ayao found a table of guests by the stairs. The cups and plates were messed up. One of the diners clutched his stomach and nestled in the arms of his companion, with an expression of pain, pointing to the table of food and shouting, "It hurts... the food must be drunk." The food in Xianlou is poisonous!"

"Hurry up and call the doctor!"

"Don't eat this food, there is something wrong with their food!" The eater with a stomachache pointed to the dishes on the table and shouted with all his strength.

Ayao was still watching. Hearing his shout, she glanced across his table and blinked. The dishes at their table were not generally similar to the table she was eating.

"I heard that Zuixianlou is also the property of Mochizuki Girl. She is now in jail, and she doesn't know what to do."

Behind him, Meng Qianxiu pretended to be troubled.

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