Nangong Baiye paused while flipping through the files, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking, and then he continued to work.
Qu Luo licked his dry lips: "It is said outside that Nangong Hongyan has solved the case."
"Hmm." Not this one, nor this one! Nangong Baiye turned over some files, and his delicate brows knitted together.
Qu Luo continued: "If this continues, you will lose."
"Yes." Nangong Baiye stood up, crossed the table sideways, and took the files on the other side.
Qu Luo slapped the table: "I wonder if you, a woman, are nervous? If you lose, you have to kneel down and kowtow three times at the gate of the city!"
"Hmm..." Where is it? With so much resentment in the Jiang family, it is impossible that that person has not visited the Yamen. Nangong Baiye held up his chin and rubbed his lips back and forth with his fingertips...
The wooden door creaked open.
The yamen servant walked in and said with a smile: "Ms. Bai Ye, Miss Hongyan invites you to the front hall, saying that you want to see this case solved!"
"She broke her, I don't have time to see it." Nangong Baiye replied lazily, but her heart was a little confused. She always felt that things were not that simple.
Sure enough, the next moment, Nangong Hongyan came in and looked at Nangong Baiye with a smile on her face: "If you don't have time, you have to go. Don't forget our bet! Do you want to run away? Haha, you don't have to go.
, the judges have arrived, if you don’t go, it will be considered as giving up automatically, that way I will win even more happily!”
Hearing this, Nangong Baiye shook his eyes, and even the judges were invited...
She smelled a conspiracy.
What clues does Nangong Hongyan have?
"Go tell Mr. Chen that someone has abstained." Seeing Nangong Baiye not moving, Nangong Hongyan's smile became more and more proud, and she pointed at the Yamen servant beside her with her whip.
"Yes!" The officer wanted to leave after receiving the order.
Nangong Baiye picked up the file with a smile, pushed up the glasses he brought from nowhere on the bridge of his nose, and said in a gentle and gentle manner: "I did not abstain. Miss Seventh is so anxious, is it because she is not sure of winning?"
"You can only show off your words now!" Nangong Hongyan snorted coldly: "I want to see if you can still be as eloquent as you are now in court!" The words fell,
She waved her bright red sleeves, turned around and walked forward, her arrogance still arrogant.
Nangong Baiye thought for a while, then turned his head and lowered his voice: "Qu Shenthief, go and find out for me whether there has been any case of a woman who filed a complaint in the Yamen and died in recent years. Hurry! It's best to get it done in the Yamen.
Come back in half a stick of incense."
"Okay..." Qu Luo didn't talk nonsense as usual, but answered quickly, with a serious look on his handsome profile. Although he didn't know why this woman asked him to inquire about these things, he somewhat understood.
, there is no time left, if nothing can be found out, this woman is really going to lose!
Snapped!
As soon as Nangong Baiye walked into the front hall of the Yamen, the interrogator slapped the wood in his hand on the table. The sound filled the hall and shocked everyone...
"Might... Wu... Might... Wu!" the voices sounded one after another, as if they were shouted in ancient TV series.
Outside the hall, many people gathered around after watching the verdict. Everyone stretched their necks, wanting to take a look at the most famous beauty in the capital.
Nangong Rui'er had seen many such occasions. She sat aside elegantly, with a decent smile at the corner of her mouth. She was one part lady and quiet, one part playful, cute, gentle and gentle.
She had obviously dressed up with care. Her waist-length hair was curled and she wore a hairpin. She was wearing a pure white fur coat, lined with a peach-pink pleated skirt, and she was smiling.
, bright eyes and white teeth.
When everyone looked at Nangong Rui'er, they felt that she was just the flower on the rock, so delicate and delicate that people couldn't turn their eyes away...
Sitting next to her were Murong Changfeng and the judges of that day's martial arts test.
The fat-headed and big-eared Mr. Chen sat in the presiding seat, looking at Nangong Hongyan with obvious flattery: "I heard someone said that Miss Seven has solved the case?"
"That's right." Nangong Hongyan stood in the middle of the hearing hall, her long red dress billowing in the wind: "I almost know what the murderer did, but in order to convince some people to lose, I can
Let me give you a little bit of analysis!”
As she said that, she walked to Nangong Baiye, holding the evidence in her hand: "Everything starts with this hell coin. On that day of the martial arts test, someone first wrote such a death notice and put it in the holy book for review.
In the memorial, he also used methods to control the corpse insects to kill people, which shows that the murderer's skills must be unfathomable, otherwise he would not be able to enter the palace at all!"
"I have also privately investigated Yizhuang in the capital. It has not been a solar term recently, so there are not many people buying Ming coins... So who on earth bought these Ming coins when there is no need to worship?
Someone is coming! Mr. Chuanyizhuang!"
Another burst of mighty sound sounded!
After a while, a tall man in ragged clothes knelt down in the hall.
"Who is coming?" Mr. Chen patted Tang Mu.
The people who look after the yizhuang are often very courageous. Although they are rich, their clothes are sloppy. The big man touched his beard and said: "The villain Wang Biao."
"Wang Biao, let me ask you, who has been to your place in recent days?" Nangong Hongyan lost her previous arrogance, her thoughts were clear, and she spoke eloquently, as if someone had deliberately taught her.
Nangong Baiye listened quietly, and an ominous premonition filled his heart for no reason...
Wang Biao smiled: "Miss, if you ask the villain to call you by name, I won't be able to call you."
"Then what if you see that person, can you recognize him?" Nangong Hongyan continued to ask.
Wang Biao nodded: "Of course I can recognize him. People in our profession are very sensitive to people's appearance. Moreover, there are fewer people coming to Yizhuang during this period, so it is easier to recognize him."
"Look at the people in this hall who have been to your Yi Zhuang." Nangong Hongyan's voice suddenly became louder!
Wang Biao looked around cooperatively, as if he was looking extremely seriously...
Finally, his eyes stopped.
It fell on a slender and arrogant figure. The figure almost melted into the darkness, and the robe hung down to the ground, forming a world of its own.
Then, Wang Biao stretched out his hand and pointed: "This scholar has been to the villain's Yizhuang!"
Everyone followed his gaze and saw a black-robed scholar, half-leaning lazily on a wooden pillar in the hall. One of his legs was slightly bent and touching the ground, and the other was long and powerful, stretched out casually.
The posture he made was indescribably charming and handsome.
Although he has an ordinary appearance, there is an oppressive feeling about who is in charge.
He seemed to be smiling, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing little amusement, and completely cold.
That person is not His Majesty Seventh Prince in disguise, who else could it be...