Nanxun usually has no major events, and it is rare to find a murder case of a wealthy family, which has become a topic of conversation for the people after dinner.

Five or six days later, there was still no news on the yamen.

The rumors spread on the streets and alleys are getting more and more powerful. It is a foregone conclusion that Kiryu, who only operates in the sweet cake shop, also heard it. With his own brainstorming, the plot was born in his mind.

In the middle of the night, A Yao woke up again and sat in a daze, the moonlight spreading all over the room.

"It's fifteenth..." Master Wangyue stayed in Nanxun prison for six days. During this period, she made many hypotheses, but what about the evidence? Without evidence, you can't go to the crime scene to investigate. No matter how many speculations you have, you'll be in vain. "I'd better if I could fly over the eaves and walk around the walls."

A Yao sighed, lay down and closed her eyes, but she looked like a fried little yellow croaker. She turned over and turned over and didn't sleep well all night.

After passing the "promotion" of the large and small shops on the streets of Wenfang, the sweet cake shop is not willing to come in and have a drink of tea.

Zhou Bingshu came over to teach Kiryu without any hesitation. Seeing A Yao at a loss, he was hesitant. In front of A Yao, he didn't dare to pat his chest and say he would pull them. He left the sweet cake shop and went back to Nanxun Caotang to ask his husband if he could have a helping hand.

The gentleman's face turned solemn, walked quickly to the door, and his eyes quickly patrolled left and right. He closed the door and pulled Zhou Bingshu to the inner room, and suppressed his voice and stopped: "You are crazy? You have not passed the palace examination yet. Before you become an official, you are just a juren in front of the magistrate. Don't cause trouble at this time!"

"What's wrong with this case?" Zhou Bingshu noticed the trick in this and asked back.

"You have to go to the exam. If you have the recommendation of the prefect, your journey to Beijing will be smoother." The Master emphasized again, "Think about your father and mother. If you have the intention, you shouldn't have trapped yourself at this time."

The Master with gray temples looked straight at Zhou Bingshu. Zhou Bingshu begged the Master, but felt a pain in his wrist. The Master held his hand tightly, and the blue veins burst out on the back of his hand. "Master..."

"Promise me!"

In a moment of thought, my father and mother's figure facing the loess and backs facing the sky flashed through my mind, and the scene of my father adding oil to the lamp and changing the wicks.

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

On the other side, on the way home, A Yao saw a not-unfamiliar back from afar.

He tilted his head slightly, and he couldn't help but feel excited:

Meng Qianxiu?

What did he do?

It seemed as if there were eyes on him. When someone looked at him, Meng Qianxiu turned around and saw that it was A Yao. He walked quickly to squat down and smiled and said, "Little Yaozhu, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Not used to being too close to strangers, or because Meng Qianxiu and her own aura were not very harmonious, A Yao took a few steps back and opened the distance: "Hello Mr. Meng, are you here to find my master? Unfortunately, she is not at home now, so you can come back next time."

"I have a way to save Miss Wangyue."

It was when he was at a loss that Meng Qianxiu's words were like a glimmer of hope. Even if he was the target of suspicion on the funnel map, A Yao did not want to miss the news that he could save Wangyue: "Take it seriously?"

"There is no deception."

Can a gentleman deceive him? A Yao laughed as soon as she heard this. A normal adult would not seek help from someone weaker than herself. Unless she had ulterior motives, she would listen to Meng Qianxiu's method: "Then, please, Mr. Meng."

Just as he was about to invite him into the mansion, Meng Qianxiu declined: "Thank you, but I ordered a good dish in Zuixianlou. I originally wanted to invite Xiao Yaozhu to Zuixianlou. This is not a place to speak. I will wait until Miss Wangyue comes back before talking."

"Okay, I'll talk to the aunt first." A Yao walked sideways like a crab with her hands behind her back, her eyes moving to her own home without leaving Meng Qianxiu. She moved to her home, retreated to a safe distance before turning around and running to the door, leaving a message to the aunt.

"This girl is smart."

On the second floor of Zuixianlou, Meng Qianxiu really ordered a table of good dishes. As soon as she sat down, the waiter served them all.

Four dishes and one soup, chicken, firewood, water shield soup, Longjing shrimp, squirrel, mandarin fish and Hang Sanxian.

The aisle seats can be seen from the railings, and the lively atmosphere in the lobby is unobstructed.

A Yao didn't use her chopsticks, and the purpose of her coming with Meng Qianxiu was not to eat: "How can I save my master?"

"To be honest, I am classmates with the prefect and have had a lifelong relationship. After the prefect came home that day, my stomach felt a little uncomfortable, and this problem was too small. As for me, I have always heard from my mother that Miss Wangyue's dishes are delicious all over the world, and later I was obsessed with it after eating the New Year's Eve dinner. If you can persuade Miss Wangyue to become my cook, listen to my orders and ask for a relationship with the prefect, this matter will be overturned and the girl will come back that day. Xiao Yaozhu, you are young, but you are the only relative of Miss Wangyue. Wangyue is stubborn by nature and does not like to owe everyone favors. I hope you can think about her. Where is the Nanxun Prison? The strong man who slaughtered pigs was in prison for several days, but he was no longer a human being when he came out. How could she, a woman who was as beautiful as a flower, suffer this pain?"

Is that what it means to work hard?

This is what makes him ulterior motives?

It seems that he has little to do with this case. He took the opportunity to ask Wangyue to work for him for free. Maybe he can use Wangyue's reputation as a stepping stone and climb up step by step.

If you don’t need to do anything, you will know that it is impossible to agree to this kind of thing. If Master Wangyue agrees, he doesn’t have to go this trip.

A Yao figured out this joint, and then faced a table of delicious dishes that were both delicious and delicious. Her stomach started to scream in tacit understanding. She stretched out her chopsticks to pick up shrimps, but after taking a bite, she felt boring. It was not that the food was not delicious, but that person who ate it together was not Wangyue and bird's nest.

She put down the chopsticks and raised her eyebrows, extremely disappointed: "I thought you were talking about something useful. The story is right. The scholar's tongue is not bad, and a mouth is the most intimidating. You said that you have had a life-long friendship with the prefect and can save my master. If I persuade my master, but you can't do it at all. In the end, my master becomes your slave. Wouldn't it be my sin? Let's do this, you have no words and make a name for it. Write down the certificate, and I will go to the prefect's house to make a notarization. If there is a prefect's seal, I will immediately persuade my master to want her to death."

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

Meng Qianxiu felt funny and smiled softly: "Xiao Yaozhu, I am the only one who can help Miss Wangyue at the moment. You are making trouble and will harm her."

A Yao seemed to not understand the threat hidden in his words, and was confused: "What I said is wrong? I am not familiar with you, so I have no reason to believe you. I am not familiar with the magistrate, but the seal of the magistrate is notarized, so what's wrong with me? Mr. Meng, you are a commoner. Just by saying that you are a classmate to the magistrate, how can I know if you are lying to me?" Meng Qianxiu stared at A Yao and kept smiling. A Yao felt furious when he saw him, and he held her skirt tightly.

"Ah-My belly! My stomach hurts so much!"

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

Other diners in the lobby stretched their necks and were also looking for the source of the sound.

After a while of his eyes, A Yao found a table of guests next to the stairs, with a mess of cups and plates. One of the diners covered his stomach and nested in the arms of his companions, looking in pain, pointing at the table of food and shouting: "It hurts... the food must be that the food in Zuixianlou is poisonous!"

"Go and call the doctor!"

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

A Yao was still watching. When he heard him shouting, his eyes swept across his desk and blinked. The dishes on their table were not the same as the one she ate.

"I heard that Zuixianlou is also the property of Miss Wangyue. She is now imprisoned and doesn't know what to do."
Chapter completed!