Su Yizhao looked at Yang Dahe, whose face was ashen, and continued: "This kind of wild fruit is shaped like a thumb pearl. It is as black as ink on the outside and on the inside, and it is very easy to break. If you accidentally touch it, the skin will break.
It will be stained with black juice."
In fact, Su Yizhao had encountered Wuli before going up the mountain yesterday, and her elbows and hem were stained with a lot of juice. Later, she changed her clothes when she returned to the temple, and she was extra careful going up the mountain today.
Li Tuiguan suddenly realized, "That's it! That Yang Dahe didn't go up the mountain today."
"Well, that happened before, not yesterday!" Yang Dahe had an idea and explained.
However, Su Yizhao smiled slightly, and his next words exposed his clumsy lie.
"First of all, the material of your clothes seems to be made of fine cotton. It looks very new, and there are still creases on it that have not been removed. It should be the bottom of the box and just put on yesterday, right? I don't expect to wear it like this on weekdays.
It is inconvenient not to mention that the clothes you wear when going up the mountain are easily torn by the thorns on the mountain."
At this time, Yang Shan suddenly thought of something, and he said excitedly: "Didn't you say yesterday that Aunt Xi in the village wanted to show you the widow of the neighboring village, so your mother took out the newly made clothes for you, and you still
I can’t bear to wear it!”
"This is what you are wearing, I remembered correctly!"
Yang Shan came back to his senses at this time. Looking back now, Yang Dahe was a little abnormal yesterday.
"I didn't see you yesterday during the pig-killing period, and you said you were going to see her. We teased you and said that the widow was fat and would definitely give you more sons. You may have been annoyed, so you turned around.
I went back to the house and didn’t come out until after lunch, and I haven’t changed my clothes since then.”
"So, I only put on these clothes yesterday, how did the pear juice get on it? You must have gone up the mountain yesterday. Didn't you say you were drunk yesterday?"
Li Tuiguan slammed the table and shouted: "Yang Dahe, what did you do up the mountain yesterday?"
When Yang Zhuhao and his wife saw something was wrong, they immediately became nervous.
Yang Zhuhao hasn't turned around yet, but at this moment Mrs. Liang's mind is indeed as clear as ever.
"Dahe? I asked you to go up the mountain to get some firewood last night, don't you remember?" Granny Liang suddenly interrupted.
Yang Dahe was a little annoyed that he had panicked. After hearing this, he immediately nodded and said: "Yes! Yesterday evening, my mother said that she had killed pigs during the day and had run out of firewood at home. She wanted to go to the mountain to get some firewood. I was so nervous just now that I forgot about it.
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"Going to Inner Wai to collect firewood? I went up the mountain today. Wuli likes shade, so it grows near Inner Wai, far away from the foot of the mountain!"
When Su Yizhao saw that Yang Dahe was panicking, he knew that what he had expected was right.
"Because everyone went to collect firewood at the foot of the mountain, and there was not much firewood there. Maybe I walked to the inner circle without knowing it?"
Yang Dahe has calmed down now. Although this excuse is poor, if there is no other evidence, he really cannot be convicted because of this.
Officer Li sneered, "It seems you are going to quibble to the end!"
He rubbed his fingers. If it had been according to the past, the torture instruments in the prison would have been used for another round.
But now he is in the temple and cannot be punished.
"Sir! You must not convict me because of what this young master said! Yang Ding is my biological brother, what reason do I have to kill him? How could I kill my brother?"
Yang Dahe immediately cried out his injustice, and Yang Zhuhao and his wife also sang along.
"Of course it's for money. The agarwood and silver are all in your hands now, right?" Su Yizhao snorted coldly.
Yang Dahe's expression suddenly changed, "Young master, don't talk nonsense, I don't even know what agarwood is."
"You may not know it originally, but Mrs. Feng told you."
Su Yizhao's words shocked everyone present.
"Feng?" Li Guan was a little stunned, and he asked everyone's doubts.
"Could it be that Feng and Yang Dahe are also having an affair?"
"Exactly! Feng's affair with Yang Dahe, and Feng's previous encounter with Jingshu on the mountain was a set-up between Feng and Yang Dahe."
As soon as Su Yizhao finished speaking, Yang Dahe screamed, "You're talking nonsense, don't frame me!"
"Don't spit on anyone with your blood! Oh~ I understand, you can't catch the murderer and you want me to take the blame."
Yang Dahe's eyes were full of resentment, he pointed at Su Yizhao and shouted.
At this time, a government official entered the hall again, "Sir! According to your instructions, Feng's parents have been summoned."
Li Tuiguan glanced at Su Yizhao, saw Su Yizhao nodded, and then said: "Bring them in!"
In fact, he was also very curious about how Su Yizhao knew that Feng was having an affair with Yang Dahe. This kid was really terrifyingly smart. He could connect every detail at every turn. With such ability, it would be a pity not to go to Dali Temple.
"Student Feng Zhou has met the adults!"
Seeing Feng Zhou, who had gray temples, still calling himself a student, Su Yizhao couldn't help but sigh.
Some scholars have studied all their lives, but have not been admitted as scholars, and they refuse to serve in the field, insisting on maintaining their poor dignity.
"Feng Zhou, have you seen your daughter's body early this morning?"
Li Tuiguan did not criticize Feng Zhou harshly. It was not easy to support scholars, as was the case for many common people.
Everything is of inferior quality, but reading is the only thing that is good. Without hard study, how can you achieve success and fame?
Feng Zhou suddenly cried bitterly when he heard this, "Yes! She is my daughter."
His wife Huang, who was beside him, had already been crying uncontrollably. After hearing this, she immediately kowtowed and begged Li Tuiguan to catch the murderer as soon as possible.
"Do you and your wife know much about Feng's life after getting married? Tell us everything!"
Mr. Li was crying all these days and felt a little dizzy.
Feng Zhou is a standard deaf person and doesn't know much about the life of a married girl.
As a mother, Huang naturally knows something about her daughter's thoughts.
"At the beginning, I said that my daughter was not happy with Yang Shan and that she should find another family to live with as a scholar. Even if her family was poor, she would not be afraid. But the head of the family said that Yang Shan was sincere and treated her sincerely. Isn't this true? You see, we have only been married for more than two years.
My daughter was killed."
"Am I wrong? Yang Shan treats her really well, but she doesn't know how to cherish it! Every time she goes back to her parents' home, she complains that Yang Shan is a rough man, and she can't stand it. If you don't persuade her to live a good life, you only add fuel to the fire.
, let her live her life with Yang Shan in her hands."
Feng Zhou sighed and said: "She is in poor health and cannot have children. Yang Shan never scolded her in front of me. He also said that he would raise her well. Such a husband can't be found even with a lantern."
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There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the worst is not having an heir. Yang Shan can tolerate his daughter, which in Feng Zhou's opinion is extremely rare.
"I think you think his money is good. Every time you come here, he brings you money to eat and wear. If you hadn't insisted on marrying her to Yang Shan, she wouldn't have died.
You just miss Yang Shan’s money.”
Mrs. Huang burst into tears, feeling extremely resentful towards Feng Zhou.