Walking in the Qinzhai Garden, Mo Xingle seemed to have entered the Grand View Garden. He couldn't use his eyes and exclaimed from time to time: "Mrs.'s garden is full of flowers, and when he is free, he hops on butterflies and fireflies. It's really enviable to think about it - but if there are so many flowers, are there any bee nests nearby? Will there be many bees?"

"...No." Mrs. Qin was covered with a veil and was supported by a maid. She led the way to introduce Mo Xingle and the constable and yamen runners. She was unwilling to do anything about it.

The male owner of Qin's house was not here today. The gatekeeper looked at the sword-wielding constable and the yamen runner brought by Mo Xingle, and trembled and sent someone to invite Mrs. Qin, and then secretly asked the servant to inform the master. However, Mo Xingle saw through his little movement and smiled and said, "Your master was invited by the prefect to have tea, so you have to go to the prefect's mansion to find someone."

Mrs. Qin was tasting new tea at the time. When she received the news, she put the teacup on the teacup table. Before she could reach the teacup table, she loosened her hand first. The top celadon cup broke into a few petals, and the sound of falling to the ground and blooming was particularly crisp.

"How come you suddenly checked it?"

She hurried to the gate, and just stepped out of the hall, she ordered Liu'er beside her.

Therefore, everyone saw Mrs. Qin, whose slender waist was outlined by the wind from afar.

Mrs. Qin wore a simple and elegant dress with a veil covering her face, saying that she was occasionally feeling cold and was inconvenient to show her true face, for fear of being infected by the official.

Mo Xingle seemed to have believed Mrs. Qin's statement, indicating that the magistrate handed over the full power of Zhou Qing's poisoning case to him for investigation, hoping that Mrs. Qin could cooperate with her, so that the opening scene could be found.

Inside and out, she did not let go of any corner. Mrs. Qin couldn't help but wonder if this was her home, why was it so big, and there were still several places she had never been to.

Everyone was gasping for breath, and A Yao beat her legs. She was young and took advantage of her energetic energy.

"I was a little tired when I left. Let's go to the banquet that day to sit." Mo Xingle looked around for a week and said.

"Please here." Mrs. Qin's face froze after a long introduction, kept vigilant and tightened her body. Mo Xingle's words seemed to give a signal of relaxation. She was relieved and was shaking, and was supported by the maid Liu'er.

The banquet was held at a half pavilion near the right side of the main hall. From the Ban Pavilion, it was a large flower field, with green leaves setting off flowers of different colors. There was a small spring underground at one end of the Ban Pavilion, so the craftsman dug a ditch and walked around Ban Pavilion. The spring water finally flowed into the small pond. The word "zhi" was built between the flower field and Ban Pavilion, and the word "zhi" was made up between them, and the song bridge was composed.

Everyone rested in the pavilion, and the maid brought cakes and tea.

"I saw the colorful clouds in the middle of the pavilion, and listened to the flowing water in the evening. There were five people on the table. The prefect was carrying the wall and sitting on the main seat. Boss Zhou and Cao's house were separated on both sides. Manager Zhou was sitting next to Cao's house, and I sat near the Quqiao to serve the dishes." Mrs. Qin introduced.

A Yao took out the paper and charcoal she brought to take notes. After recording, she felt itchy teeth, so she touched the pastry on the stone table and grinded her teeth.

Don’t like to be active, and you don’t need to stand up again for a while, and hold your hands on the railing: “The wind blows on your face and the fragrance of flowers is really a good place to entertain people. Madam is so elegant. Are these flowers planted by you?”

"That's right, I like flowers and take care of them. Seeing the flowers bloom is the greatest satisfaction."

A Yao broke open the cake, and as soon as Mrs. Qin finished speaking, she saw the dark red filling under the pastry. She sniffed suspiciously. It was the fragrance of flowers: "Mrs. also made the flowers into cakes."

Mrs. Qin said: "Yes, pick the petals in the morning and add sugar and honey to rub them, keep the fragrance of flowers and remove the bitterness, so that they can make the filling. The crust is very particular, and it is not easy to make the crust and pastry at all. This is a pastry in the southwest. The recipe my husband bought when he was in business. I think Nanxun should be relatively rare."

"I have eaten steamed locust flowers and fried peonies, but this is the first time I have tried my wife's flower cake, and there is not even a Beijing city." Mo Xingle listened and twisted a flower cake and chewed it.

A Yao bit her mouth and the skin was crispy on the outside and the sugar filling with pickled roses inside, which was sweet on her mouth. When she thought of the food order, no wonder there were several cauliflower on the food order, including daylily. It turned out that it was because the hostess liked flowers... Well, it seemed a little wrong?

A Yao couldn't grasp the flash of inspirational tail, and thought hard, wrinkling herself into a bitter face.

Mrs. Qin asked: "Isn't it delicious?"

"hold head high.

"A Yao came to her senses, "It's delicious, the first time I ate it, it's just a little sweet..."

"What kind of flower is that? Can it be eaten?" Mo Xingle pointed to the small flower beside the Quqiao, which was light yellow and bloomed just in the right shape.

Mrs. Qin glanced over and looked unnatural under the veil: "Even wild flowers, I can't say it, it shouldn't be eaten."

The yamen runner and the constable came back and said that the kitchen was not found.

"Did you search my kitchen?" Mrs. Qin's eyebrows were vaguely angry, and there was a hint of panic.

It turned out that when A Yao asked about the flower cakes, Mo Xingle took the opportunity to signal them to go to the kitchen to take a look.

"I thought my wife had agreed to let us in." The detective yamen runner said carelessly.

"The case is the most important thing. I only asked them to go to the kitchen. I didn't go anywhere else. If you don't believe me, please ask your servants." Mo Xingle curled his lips and smiled, which was like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. "Next, please ask a few elder brothers to help, bring the people one by one, and you can leave it to make a record."

"Liu'er!" Mrs. Qin watched her maid take her away from Banting to the Huatian. She glared at her and said, "Brother, what do you mean?"

"You must also write down this sentence, don't miss our word and sentence." Mo Xingle was still pointing to the literate detective, and he stretched his head and took a look to make sure to write it down, answering Mrs. Qin's words: "Madam, calm down, all cases are the most important, and this is also for your innocence. People have finished the banquet here, so you can't escape suspicion."

"Now please tell me what happened that day from beginning to end."

"That day..."

When Mrs. Qin said that her mouth was dry, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, "I've said everything I know."

A Yao was crying when she watched the constable copying, and the font was crooked, but she could understand it. Mo Xingle looked through the records and pulled the corners of her mouth, "This word is so ugly." He took out a box of cinnabar from his arms, "Madam, please print your thumb on these confessions. There is no other meaning, just leave a certificate."

Mrs. Qin wanted to pass the confession, read it from beginning to end, and pressed her handprint.

"Next." Mo Xingle shouted loudly, and there were several people standing outside the Huatian 6. "Don't let those who have already talked and those who have not yet talked about it!"

"So many people?" The copying constable counted the people outside the flower field and copied every sentence. When did he have to copy it? His eyes turned dark and he wanted to give up. "Sir, I am just a constable. If I don't often hold a pen, why should I go to the master?"

"Why do I give it a try?" A Yao volunteered. Her copying was also beneficial to memory, and maybe there were clues.

"You?" Mo Xingle frowned and quickly shook his eyebrows, as if he was playing with a knife, and the nine rings were shaking together. "Okay, the one over there, change the old one, and the maid stayed first." He told A Yao that if this one was not good enough, replace him.

A Yao nodded seriously and gave her all.

Think about it, just write down your name and occupation on paper, and the rest is the dialogue format.

The old man is a fireman in the kitchen, and his memory is a bit chaotic, so he quickly made the old man write it.

"It's good, and the handwriting is also well written." Mo Xingle praised, "Okay, then you keep writing, no need to call someone, stay and continue listening, and think about it together." He said to the constable again.

It was Liu'er's turn, A Yao moved her skills and cheered up.

After asking for a round of irrelevant things, Mo Xingle suddenly changed his style and became aggressive, urging Liu'er to answer quickly.

"What were you doing on the day of the banquet?"

"I follow my wife and prepare dishes for her."

"How many kinds of food are there when you pass by your hands, and how many dishes are there at the banquet?"

"Yes... I don't remember it either." Liu'er hesitated, Mo Xingle shouted: "Just register the name of the dish directly!"

His eyebrows were angrily raised, as if a big knife was dancing, and his muscles could see knots through his clothes, as if the clothes would tear apart the next moment.

Liu'er's legs were trembling with fear: "Yes, there are daylily lean meat soup, peony lettuce, locust flower sauce, cold duck gizzard, lotus pond moonlight, three fresh assorted duck, perilla roasted duck, glutinous rice eggs, honey juice fire recipe."

All match the modified food order.

A Yao thought while copying.

“How many dishes are there in total, and how do you serve them in the order of the dishes?”

"There are ten dishes, locust flower sauce, cold-dried duck gizzard, three-fresh assorted duck, perilla roast duck, lotus pond moonlight, daylily lean meat soup, honey juice fire recipe, peony lettuce, glutinous rice egg." Liu'er was trembling.

"There are obviously nine paths, but you said there are ten paths. What is the tenth path! Tell me quickly!" Mo Xingle slapped the table.

"Woooooo, it's nine, I counted wrongly."

Mo Xingle: "You are lying! The woman who cooked the rice said that she also made stewed pears on the stove that night. Where did this dish go? Who ate it!"

"It didn't go to the banquet." Liu Er'er felt aggrieved and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Mr. Zhou came early. His wife has always been kind-hearted. When she heard that he coughed, she asked the kitchen to stew Sichuan pears for him. Wang Yue said that she also had loquat paste. She melted a cup for Mr. Zhou to take it. She changed the menu and did not use ginseng chicken soup and green onions to stir-fry venison. God knows if the loquat paste she brought was poisonous..."

A Yao curled her lips and snorted coldly in her heart. The strange feeling was getting stronger and stronger, but she couldn't say it.

"Are you drinking at the banquet?"

"No, the prefect wants to drink, but Wangyue said that Cao's family went on a boat the next day, and Mr. Zhou was ill. The wife was a female. Manager Gao would have rashes on his face when drinking, so she did not provide wine on her table. The prefect could not bear the face. If it weren't for my wife, she would have offended the prefect that day."

"Did you drink after the banquet?"

Liu'er hesitated for a moment and shook her head.

Mo Xingle asked a few other questions, and finally asked suddenly.

"How did Mrs. Qin resolve the conflict between Wangyue and the prefect?"

"The lady finally drank some wine with the prefect."
Chapter completed!