Because it was obvious that Zhao Ning cared about the girl, the little maid had been paying attention to inquire about things related to Yan Yunwei these days.
Just now she heard that the female corpse was related to Yan Yunwei, the little maid went over to inquire carefully, and then she ran back after finding out more.
The little maid herself was frightened first. After all, Yanyun Camp is the Jingzhao Guard House, and Ren Yazi is a trafficker of living people, not to mention the female corpse, which is directly a dead person.
No matter how you think about it or how scared you are, the little maid thinks this is not a trivial matter.
But now that she had finished speaking, before Zhao Ning had time to react, the young military master sitting opposite her started up and said, "The person who kidnapped and trafficked the girl has a dead tooth?"
The little maid looked over and nodded blankly: "Yes, yes."
Song Qingtang frowned, did Shen Lie strike so quickly?
"General Song?" Zhao Ning looked at him.
"Well," Song Qingtang said, "Ms. Zhao, I'm going to take a look first. I'm sorry to bother you today."
Zhao Ning frowned slightly: "Is this related to Ah Li?"
"It's not relevant or irrelevant," Song Qingtang raised his hands and clasped his fists, "I'll come back another day and say goodbye first."
"Okay." Zhao Ning nodded.
Seeing the young military master leaving in a hurry, the little maid felt a little strange and whispered: "Miss, is he leaving not long after he came here? Does he know something about Granny Ya's death?"
Zhao Ning withdrew his gaze and said nothing.
The little maid turned her head to look at her, and found that she was stirring the soup in her hand again.
"Miss," the little maid pointed, "the dates and white fungus are all broken."
"Yeah," Zhao Ning responded and said, "It doesn't matter."
The spoon and the porcelain bowl rubbed against each other, making a very light and rough sound. Zhao Ning looked at the tea cup that Song Qingtang had not taken a sip from, raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "I only met him once, he came to me. For Ali."
"Um?"
"Ah Li is still in prison, who killed the female body?"
The little maid said softly: "Maybe it was done by a knight-errant who couldn't stand it."
"How can there be so many knights in the world," Zhao Ning smiled lightly, "it would be better to listen to less of what the storyteller says."
"Yes," the little maid nodded, and added, "But, Miss, if Ah Li is still in prison, it will be a bit of a disaster."
Zhao Ning stopped holding the spoon in his hand and raised his head to look at the tea cup left by Song Qingtang. White smoke was still curling above it.
"Miss, why don't you spend some money to do some shopping?" the little maid suggested.
Zhao Ning didn't speak for a while, then said: "Shopkeeper Liu who was burned to death that day has not been buried yet."
"Here, how are we going to have a funeral?" the little maid muttered. "Every member of their family is dead and their wealth is burned down. Who has such a good heart to take care of their funerals? If nothing else, they The body has almost turned into ashes."
"Me." Zhao Ning said.
"What?" The little maid blinked.
"I will take care of their funeral," Zhao Ning said, supporting Xiao Huan as he stood up. "Not only will I help them take care of their funeral, but the bigger the fuss will be, the better."
The horse ran across the long street, and the passers-by looked at it casually.
Some students recognized the man on horseback and wanted to step forward. But before his name was called, he saw the man and left without looking back.
Some students did not recognize him, but they saw that the man on horseback was tall and powerful, with a dark complexion. Some students looked at him with admiration and yearning, while others looked down upon him with disdain, secretly saying that he was a poor barbarian.
Song Qingtang reined in his horse and the horse stopped in front of the Guo Mansion.
As soon as he got off his horse, the door opened by itself.
Song Qingtang looked up, and the people who came out happened to be Shen Lie and several of his followers.
Shen Lie was wearing a dark brocade suit made of fine material, embroidered with a very light Dongling cloud pattern, and had a darker dark belt around his waist. He was tall, slender, and cheerful.
Many people walking around turned to look at him, and they were all amazed when their eyes fell on his face.
There are many wealthy young men in the capital, but those with handsome features, fair complexion, and jade-like temperament are really rare.
Many clerks from tea shops and pen and ink shops nearby also came out to take a look out of curiosity.
Is this the young cousin of the Guo family?
I have been in Beijing for a while, and I heard that he has been ill. I have never seen him out and about. I don’t even know what he looks like. He lives in seclusion and acts like a lady.
Now when I look at him, he is handsome and handsome, and he doesn't look sick at all.
"You came out just in time," Song Qingtang strode up, "I was just looking for you, go in and talk."
As he spoke, he held Shen Lie's arm and prepared to pull him back into the door.
Du Xuan and Dai Yu came forward to speak, but saw that Shen Lie had turned around and did not resist, so they swallowed their words.
As soon as he entered the door, Song Qingtang turned around and closed the door, which was not wide enough to begin with.
Shen Lie said: "If you are looking for me about the female corpse, you may have misunderstood."
"Misunderstand?"
"That female corpse has nothing to do with me," Shen Lie looked at him, "The Yapo I took away last night is still here with me. The one who died over there should be the one I didn't have time to kill."
Song Qingtang was stunned: "You mean, the man who died in Dongshikou was not you?"
"I thought it was you." Shen Lie said.
"How could it be me? Even if I really wanted to kill her, I would do it quietly and throw the body into the street. Am I causing trouble for myself?"
"Then who do you think it is?"
Song Qingtang paused and was suddenly surprised: "It can't be Ah Li, right?"
Shen Lie frowned slightly and said nothing.
"This girl is so cruel and ruthless, she might actually be capable of it!"
"I'm going to take a look, will you go?" Shen Lie said.
"Yes, I see you are going out, where are you going?"
Shen Lie bypassed him and went up to open the door: "If you go to Yanyun Camp, such a big thing happened, of course you have to go and see the excitement."
Outside the door, Shitou's carriage has arrived from the side door, and he is looking curiously at the horse tied by Song Qingtang at the door.
Seeing Song Qingtang follow him out, Shitou said "Huh" and thought he looked familiar.
"Then let's go together." Song Qingtang said to Shen Lie and got on his horse.
Shen Lie nodded, lifted his robe, and got into the carriage.
Dai Yu and Du Xuan followed in.
Shitou raised his whip, glanced sideways at Song Qingtang, flicked his whip, and the horse ran forward.
Song Qingtang held the reins of the horse and looked up at the large plaque on the door of Guo Mansion.
There was a very subtle feeling in his heart that made him feel magical.
This is the Guo family, an aristocratic family that has been around for more than a thousand years.
But the Guo family was so low-key that it seemed as if they didn't exist in the capital, so when he met the Guo family's unique precious grandson, he didn't have any big feelings.
And Shen Lie, with the blessing of being the most favored young master of the Guo family, no one would be able to thrive among the wealthy sons and noble officials in Kyoto. He is also as low-key as Zha Zha. Being among the crowd, I heard nothing these days.
