As soon as the Si hour arrived, Mo Xingle and several yamen runners yesterday walked out of the yamen.

He changed his clothes and felt a little freckle. When he looked at the people following him, they were all full of energy. When he saw A Yao, he smiled at her. It was obvious that Mo Xingle was really in good condition yesterday.

The effort of fifty taels is worth a few days for four officials to run errands!

"Xiao Yaozhu, please wait for a long time, let's go."

On the way, Mo Xingle told her the message he got from the coroner: "...It's not arsenic, nor rat poison. It may be poisoned to death due to food conflicts."

"The food order is here. Every time the master is invited to make a meal, he will know in advance the preferences and taboos of the guests attending. She said whether a banquet was successful or not, whether the guests were happy to eat was a small part, so they should not come and return in disappointment. There is no conflict between the ingredients on the food order. You can take the food order to ask other chefs or the chefs in the restaurant."

A Yao handed over the food order - she copied another one, and Qin's confession was now placed in the yamen, and the two food orders before and after the modification would also become part of the evidence.

"Well, I heard from the maid yesterday that there were five people at a table and four of them could not drink. She knew that she didn't let the wine go. There was no problem with the kitchen in Qin's house. Then I have to ask Manager Gao and the prefect. Is it clear if Zhou Qing was drinking, what wine was drinking, and who provided it."

The alcohol smell on the autopsy became the key to solving the case.

When Manager Gao saw A Yao coming, he thought she had figured it out. His old face was smiling. Unexpectedly, several yamen runners were following him. He suddenly had his hands and feet stiff, swallowed his saliva hard, and asked, "A few officials want to beat the tips? The small shop has entered the fresh lotus root tips. It's best to eat in this stuffy day."

"I'm not here to play the top, I have a private room, I have something to ask you." Mo Xingle said.

Manager Gao lowered his eyes and his eyes passed by the two iron whips that were tied to Mo Xingle's waist. He quickly smiled: "Yes, please do it here."

The group of them went upstairs, and the diners who were familiar with the shop whispered: "You won't have any problems in the shop, right? I just heard that something happened to Zuixianlou a few days ago. What's going on these days?"

"It shouldn't be true. If there is any problem, Manager Gao will be taken away and closed down on the spot."

"What's going on?"

"Isn't that child the little boss of the sweet cake shop? He is both a constable and a little boss. I heard that Zuixianlou is a restaurant under Wangyue's name. Now Wangyue is still in the Nanxun prison without any movement. It is probably to investigate the case. Alas, it's a pity that Wangyue is still the daughter of the imperial chef in the previous dynasty."

The diner's words came to Mo Xingle's ears, and he paused and entered the private room with Manager Gao.

Two yamen runners were guarding outside the door, and the two constables stood on Mo Xingle's left and right. A Yao prepared her pen and ink. Seeing the situation of the three trials, the shopkeeper was sweating profusely. He was not guilty, but anyone else was nervous.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Don't be nervous, we are here to ask the shopkeeper a few questions. If the shopkeeper is willing to cooperate, it won't be too much time for you; but if the shopkeeper fools us... then we have to spend time with you." Mo Xingle first started to get to the topic:

"I'll bother the shopkeeper and tell me what you did all day long after attending the banquet."

The banquet only started in the evening. In the morning, he settled the scores in the store as usual. After lunch, he saw that there were not many people in the store, so he went to the bathhouse to take a bath, went home to change his clothes, and arrived at Qin's house in the evening.

Mo Xingle Yu Guang glanced at A Yao's record and followed him to ask, "Who did you see when you arrived at Qin's house? Do you know the order they came?"

Manager Gao recalled: "The banquet was placed in Qin's house. Mrs. Qin was a female person. It was not suitable to visit too early, and it would be better if it was too late. So she waited at the door for Boss Zhou to come in together. Before Boss Zhou came, the Cao family arrived in a hurry, so I went in with him - I didn't expect that Boss Zhou was the first among us. The prefect was pressing the time when the banquet started, which should be the hour of You."

Well? The greasy shopkeeper Gao Shang knew how to avoid suspicion. It was not suitable to go in alone. Zhou Qing, who was stronger than him, could not be unclear about this truth.

"What was the deceased doing at that time?"

"He is drinking stewed with Sichuan Peppers," said Gao. "Before I went in, I heard Boss Zhou's cough with hissings. It was because I drank stewed with Sichuan Peppers, but I didn't cough much."

Mo Xingle asked him to continue and ask what dishes he ate that day.

After so many days, Zhangguan Gao didn’t remember it very clearly, only the dish of three fresh dishes, which tasted delicious, and the honey juice fire recipe.

"Are you drinking on the table?"

"No." Manager Gao affirmed that what he said was similar to that of Liu'er, a maid from Qin's house.

"What about after the banquet, such as apologizing or something?" Mo Xingle induced him. Manager Gao thought about it and seemed that there was something, "It was the end when Mrs. Qin took a pot of wine, saying it was a rose wine from Persia, and accompanied the prefect to drink a glass. The adults thought it tasted light, but their faces were much better."

"Did you give the wine to the prefect?"

"No."

After leaving Gaojia Restaurant, A Yao felt a few drops of water fall on her head. Looking up at the sky, dark clouds surging, falling from the sky, wetting the ground like threads.

“It’s going to rain.”

"As long as you run fast enough, the rain won't get wet you. Go to the Zhou family." Mo Xingle wrapped the confession of Zhangguan Gao in oil paper, three layers inside and three layers outside, and ran away.

When I arrived at Zhou's house, the rain curtain completely isolated the inside and outside the house, and it was covered in gray and the shadows of the trees could not be seen clearly.

It was still the same as before, and the people from the Zhou family were asked one by one, and the rain curtain also had a soundproofing effect.

When it was Zhou Yu's turn, she recalled that day: "That night, I was awakened. He stumbled and ran into the room. I went to help him, stretched out his hand and touched his back with sweat. At first, he could speak and asked me to go to the doctor, and then he started coughing, convulsing, vomiting and coughing. Later, he couldn't move, and his body was tilted and the person suddenly disappeared!"

The doctor did not wait until he died.

Zhou Yushi said that he still remembered Zhou Qing's death in her arms, his eyes wide open, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of that night, "Sir, please be sure to find out the real murderer!"

"I will, then did he smell alcohol when he came back?"

"Warm smell?" Zhou Yu thought, shook his head hesitantly: "It seems that there was no war at that time, so I didn't notice it... By the way, I only vaguely smelled the smell of rose pollen, and it seemed that it was not pollen. It probably was contaminated by Wangyue. Wangyue planted many roses." Afterwards, Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows, looking at A Yao with contempt and provocation.

A Yao doesn't want to pay attention to her. It's not her fault that Master Wangyue is beautiful. She can't control the man and she has the nerve to take her anger on others.

"Does the deceased have anything to avoid or food they particularly like to eat?"

"Well, he likes to eat venison and porcini."
Chapter completed!