They argued with the prison guards in the prison, but they never wanted to bring up Wangyue. They had to squat in the cell for conversation.

"Who, I'll send a few oil lamps in. How do I record this black paint? How do I see the prisoner's expression? I know if she is lying?" Mo Xingle's temper became worse after entering the prison. He asked to add candles and oil lamps, and then asked to send a stool. He felt comfortable before he started to ask questions.

The candlelight dispels the darkness of the cell, and A Yao also sees the haggard Wangyue. Her face is not good, and there is blood left on her lips.

"Master Wangyue." A Yao held Wangyue's hand, "You have to hold on, your man is waiting for you, and we will also try our best to prove your innocence and rescue you."

"Yeah." Wangyue smiled.

"There are not only a few fingers that you can't see, but the one next to you is not bad." The candlelight lit up, and Mo Xingle looked around. There was a quilt, which was not brand new, but it was not worn. There was no unpleasant smell in the cell. Even the straw on the floor seemed to have been taken care of, so it was comfortable to lie down and not stubborn.

"It's nothing to have money to make the devil push the mill," said Wangyue.

Well, he probably understands the reason why A Yao is generous, and the master and apprentice are in line with each other.

Mo Xingle asked, and Wangyue answered, maybe she was staying in the dark environment for a long time, and she responded not as smart as before.

"Then that's it..."

"Wait, I have something to ask." A Yao quickly stopped Mo Xingle's words. Mo Xingle had no objection and sat back.

"Master, who set this menu? Is there no problem with the materials after changing the menu?"

"The banquet was when Zhou Qing asked the prefect to invite me to the table banquet. The menu was Mrs. Qin. She liked flowers. There must be at least two cauliflower dishes on the designated table. The menu was delivered to the prefect in advance. Zhou Qing and Mrs. Qin saw it, and there was no problem. There was no problem with the materials that were replaced later, and I checked them all."

Mo Xingle listened and interrupted and asked, "What dish was replaced?"

"A dish of ginseng chicken soup, this soup is very nourishing. The maid came to me and said that Zhou Qing was coughing so much that she asked me to make stewed pears with Sichuan beans. Because I was not sure whether Zhou Qing was typhoid, the soup was removed and used lean meat for daylily that can relieve soreness and relieve cough. The other dish was venison. The venison was warm in nature, nourishing the spleen and replenishing qi, and strengthening the aphrodisiac. It was just because I saw someone feeding the cat with the hands that had cooked venison, and then cooking the venison when he came back. He felt disgusting, so he changed it to three fresh assorted dishes."

Mo Xingle is not surprised by Wangyue's "extravagance". Any famous cook has more or less quirks. Wangyue's seriousness in cooking and cannot accommodate a piece of sand in her eyes. This can be explained from the testimony of several people. It should be impossible for her to poison her own cooking.

"Apart from that, is there anything else going on? No matter how big or small, you will say it one by one in the kitchen of Qin's house."

After a while, Wangyue said with some uncertainty: "When changing the dishes, Mrs. Qin hoped that one of the dishes would be phoenix winged porcini, but I didn't agree."

"Why don't you agree? This dish is not easy to change temporarily?"

"I am not familiar with fungi from southern Yunnan. My father said that if the porcini mushrooms are not well prepared, they will be poisoned, which makes people feel dazed and star-eyed. You can see the ground full of villains from the Lilliput Kingdom dancing. I have never cooked phoenix-winged porcini mushrooms, so I didn't agree to make this dish." Wangyue said calmly.

"There are villains in the Lilliput Kingdom dancing..." Mo Xingle thought about it and was a little expectant, but the important thing was important, so he put away his urge to commit suicide: "There is something else."

"there is none left."

"Then let's do it first, Xiao Yaozhu, are you interested in going back to the yamen with me?" Mo Xingle asked.

The so-called sitting is to organize information and reason about the case.

Mo Xingle left the two constables and A Yao, and found a room in the yamen to discuss. He ran for two consecutive days. After listening to the remarks of all the relevant personnel, the two constables had no objection to "drinking alcohol, causing death."

But only Zhou Qingcai knows where to drink this wine.

From hearing what Zhou Yu said, A Yao had a vague guess in her heart, like a thread, connecting the rice beads scattered everywhere. After the Nanxun Prison, A Yao had 60% or 70% of the doubt.

They had already put their targets outside the Qin house and wanted to check the winery and teahouse on the way to the Zhou family. A Yao couldn't help but say, "Don't you think there is a secret relationship between Zhou Qing and Mrs. Qin?"

The three of them looked confused.

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"Hahaha, Xiao Yaozhu, are you thinking a little too much?" Mo Xingle laughed and rubbed A Yao's hair: "You are still young, and you don't understand the matter between men and women."

"I understand, you are still a single dog, and you are very likely to be lonely." A Yao smoothed out her messed hair and said quietly.

"You kid is not adorable anymore, how can you speak like this?" Mo Xingle pretended to be angry. Although he didn't understand the meaning of single dogs and lonely life, it was not a good word based on A Yao's context.

A Yao sighed, then pulled out the confessions of Zhangguan Gao, the maid Liu'er, and Master Wangyue, and placed them in front of them: "Look, Zhangguan Gao said that he arrived at Qin's house in the evening and waited for other visitors to go in at the door before going in with him--because he knew to avoid suspicion. He didn't wait for Boss Zhou to come to Cao's house. After entering, he found that Zhou Qing was already inside and was eating stewed with Sichuan pears. What does this mean?"

"He had already sat down in Qin's house at least half an hour ago." Mo Xingle Mosuo's chin.

Wangyue's confession said that before the banquet, the maid Liu'er said that Zhou Qing was so coughing that she first dissolved a cup of loquat paste for him to take to relieve it, and then started preparing stewed with Sichuan pears. From this, he might have been sitting in Qin's house before the evening.

Mo Xingle: "Look, the prefect, salt merchant, spice merchant, restaurant shopkeeper, and the new wealthy merchants who moved here gathered together, saying it was a small gathering, but in fact it was to release some news in advance. Maybe Zhou Qing had something to discuss with Mrs. Qin, so he arrived early."

"The master has been closed to thank the guests for the past month and refused all invitations. Zhou Qing entrusted the magistrate's relationship. If it were not for the magistrate's invitation, Master Wangyue would not go to Qin's house to cook, and that post was still kept at home. With the name of the magistrate, Zhou Qing held a banquet, but why was the menu designed by Mrs. Qin, and the banquet was held in Qin's house? Is it because the Zhou family did not have a decent living room, or Mrs. Zhou was unable to host the gift, and had to hand it over to other women to take care of it? Don't you wonder about this?"

A Yao continued to ask, Mo Xingle touched his nose and couldn't answer.

The Zhou family and the others have been to the layout and decoration like the style and rules of the capital.

Mrs. Zhou has also seen that after the Zhou family lost the male master, the whole family did not lose order. A woman had to sue and deal with Zhou Qing's funeral. She also brought three sons and had eight concubines...will she be unable to preside over the gift? She laughed out loud when she said it.

"Maybe Mrs. Qin is careful and she is a businessman who often deals with other businessmen. She knows their tastes, so she lets Mrs. Qin take charge? The half pavilion in her yard is particularly elegant, and she borrows her place to hold a banquet." A detective said that Nanxun was rich and had different styles of private courtyards. Sometimes if you want to hold a small banquet, you can discuss with the owner and rent his yard for half a day.

A Yao dragged it for a long time. The first time she heard that she could do this, but she still refused to give up: "What about the flower cakes and boletes, they are both specialties from the southwest and southern Yunnan. Even Wangyue is not familiar with boletes and dare not cook rashly. How did Mrs. Qin know about the dish of phoenix-wing boletes?"

"Oh, Zhou Qing is here, maybe he wants to eat it. Mrs. Qin is just a person who passes the message. Have you read too many novels? What is in her little head?" Mo Xingle dipped A Yao's head and joked, "Okay, let's assume that they have a secret relationship. Why did Mrs. Qin attack Zhou Qing, why did she blame Wangyue? What evidence is there for Mrs. Qin to poison Zhou Qing? Where did she poison it?"

Mo Xingle raised a few doubts.
Chapter completed!