Everyone had no power to investigate the case. In Zhaode Square, they waited for Yang Lin to come out.
The courtyard door opened wide, and a pretty little maid with a childish look flashed out: "Here comes the gentleman, please come in."
Yin Muhong looked back and led Yao Pingzhong into the courtyard. Although Lu Qian had nothing to do with this matter, his curiosity had been piqued, so he followed in.
Lu Qian asked with a smile: "Miss Rongniang, has Duan left?"
"Oh, don't mention it. After a few people came to the palace, Miss Duan left, and Da Lang became unhappy. In such a short time, several sisters have already been scolded."
Entering the courtyard, Yang Lin's expression turned out to be unkind. There were piles of scraps of paper on the ground, and he didn't know what he was losing his temper about.
Yin Muhong was the first to step into the courtyard. When Yang Lin saw him, he cursed and said: "You came just in time. Liang Shicheng is an old dog and sent people to impeach Song Jiang for being domineering and running rampant in the place. The officials issued an order to punish me.
This is clearly causing trouble for me. How can a local feudal official keep his tail between his legs? Xi Yan, why are you here too?"
Seeing Yao Pingzhong coming in, Yang Lin stopped talking. After all, he was a little resentful of the Lord's tone.
Yao Pingzhong's face darkened and he said, "I have met my mentor."
Yin Muhong took a step forward and said: "Young Master, it has been clearly investigated that Yao Shu died in the Guanyin Temple outside Bianliang City, in the wing rented by Zhe Yanwen.
Yao Pingyi sent people to Guanyin Temple, but instead of offering incense, they transported the body to the official road overnight.
Now that it involves the Taoist family’s internal affairs, do you still need it?”
Yang Lin's eyes turned cold and he said: "Check! Why not check?"
Now Liang Shicheng seems to have some ambiguous relationship with the Western Army. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Such a moth is probably inseparable from this murder case.
Yao Pingzhonghui misunderstood and thought that his mentor was wading into this muddy water for his own sake. He cupped his fists and said, "Teacher, Xi Yan, on behalf of my second brother, thanks my mentor."
Yang Lin waved his hand and asked: "Xi Yan, where do you think we should start?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Yao Pingzhong blurted out: "Yang Ceqing! This thieves is the most timid. He drinks five or six drinks on weekdays, but something happened to Zhe Yanwen and he was so scared that he pissed himself.
As long as such a person is captured, there is nothing that cannot be uncovered. And judging from his behavior in Zhefu that day, even if you say that he knows nothing, you won’t believe it.”——
In the Yao Mansion, the cultivator frowned slightly, he did not want to have too much contact with Mrs. Yao.
This woman was too charming, and she was a widow. Mr. Xiao Zhong was a gentleman who didn't want to walk in the melon field, and didn't wear his hair. He wanted to have as little contact as possible with such a person who was easily criticized.
What made him even more annoyed was that he thought he was determined enough, but every time he saw Mrs. Yao, he felt a little shaken.
But this time it was impossible not to come. Mrs. Yao was both Yao Shu's aunt and Zhe Yanwen's aunt.
The two people who died now were all her closest relatives, so they had to give her a few words.
Mrs. Yao's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she was confused all day long. She was a woman who didn't know what to do if such a big thing happened.
In the past, when Xia thieves were rampant, she had never lost a close relative in the Zhe family. Her tearful eyes made her look so pitiful that a normal man would feel the urge to abuse her at the sight of her.
Master Zhong suddenly became agitated and raised his voice a little higher, saying: "Mrs. Yao, we have already made an agreement with Zhe Keqiu and Yao Gu on this matter. It just so happens that you stay in the capital to calm the turmoil of this matter.
It’s up to you and Yi’er to handle it.”
Mrs. Yao raised her head and glanced at her nominal son. She knew this son too well. Apart from being handsome, he had no responsibilities and was more like a child who had not grown up.
She turned her beautiful eyes, wiped her tears, and asked confusedly: "Why not let Xi Yan handle it."
"Mother!" Yao Pingyi shouted dissatisfied.
Mrs. Yao immediately comforted her: "I am not looking down on you, but after all, Xi Yan is a few years older than you, and he has experienced it in the military camp."
Master Zhong interrupted her and said: "Yao Pingzhong is too hot-tempered and is not as good as Yi'er. We have already decided on this matter, so you don't need to interfere."
"If you don't interfere, don't interrupt, then why do you want to talk to me?" Mrs. Yao stamped her feet, got up and walked to the bedroom in the inner courtyard.
Yao Pingyi smiled bitterly: "Jinglue mother, kiss her."
Master Zhong felt relieved and suddenly relaxed and said: "You don't have to worry about her. This is a critical moment for our Western Army. As a man of the Yao family, you should take responsibility."
The commander let out a long sigh of relief. This matter finally calmed down. If it were exposed, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the Western Army.
Little did he know that the truth of the case they thought was hidden was about to be revealed.
The cultivator would never have dreamed that the whole thing came to light just because Yang Lin had lust for Mrs. Yao——
Of the four major generals of the Western Army, the Fugu Zhe family has the deepest background.
As early as the Wude period in the early Tang Dynasty, the Zhe family was appointed as the "Fugu Town Envoy" due to his status as a powerful indigenous clan.
It has been more than five hundred years now, longer than the lifespan of any dynasty. For five hundred years, the Zhe family has ruled the prefecture alone and controlled the northwest for generations.
The Yang family in Linzhou has been attached to the Zhe family from the beginning, and has always followed the Zhe family's lead.
Yang Ceqing has always been Zhe Yanwen's little follower, following him since he was a child. Now that Zhe Yanwen is dead, Yang Ceqing is very frightened. He feels helpless every day and cannot sleep well.
He gathered all the strong nursing boys in his house into his room, constantly muttering about evil ghosts seeking their lives.
Everyone thought that Zhe Yanwen's death was so tragic that it frightened him into being like this, so they didn't take it seriously.
It is estimated that Yang Ceqing will be able to come out of the shadows in the past few days.
Several nurses were surrounding him, chatting one after another. Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps and noises came from the outer courtyard. The courtyard door that he heard was kicked open, and dozens of relatives in brocade and red robes were heard.
The guards filed in.
Yao Pingzhong took the lead and rushed to the front. The little captain's reputation was so great that he had outlasted the heroes of the northwest for many years, and no one dared to stop him for a while.
When Yang Ceqing saw it was him, he was not very scared and said angrily: "Yao San, what are you going to do?"
Yao Pingzhong felt depressed. After finding out this case, he didn't know if he could take revenge. With his left hand, he lifted Yang Ceqing by the collar into the air. With his right forearm, he immediately smashed the fist-thick frame behind him into pieces.
Yao Pingzhong's voice was like a loud bell, which made Yang Ceqing's ears buzz: "Yang Ceqing, let me ask you, is it you and Zhe Yanwen who killed my second brother?"
A child with a yellow mouth cannot hear the sound of thunder; a woodcutter with a sick body cannot hear the roar of tigers and leopards.
Yang Ceqing felt his crotch wet. Immediately, a foul smell spread, and he trembled, "Yes, yes, Yao Yaoshu was killed by the Seventeenth Lang."