After the Lizhuang case was solved, there was a lot of discussion in the streets and alleys of the capital.
Some people commented that Li Feng was so ruthless that he could even kill his biological father; while others praised Liao Pingshi of Dali Temple for his extraordinary intelligence and speed in solving cases.
Da Xu and Xiao Cheng bought breakfast, mingled with the crowd and listened for a while, then walked to a secluded alley with disdain on their faces.
"When Ma Sizhi solved a case in the past, no one praised him. Every time the man named Liao solved a case, he made a fuss." Da Xu took a hard bite of the Hu Pancake.
Xiao Cheng said: "My parents are of high status, so they are not on the same level as us."
He lowered his voice: "Maybe this time, the Liao family will help him again."
Both of them showed a tacit understanding. The Liao family helped Liao Haohai investigate the case, and they saw it with their own eyes. That time, Ma Sizhi and Liao Haohai both found out where the official was hiding, and the two groups went after him together. The official actually had a thousand-mile horse, and he ran away with lightning speed. The horses they ride are old, disabled, and weak. How can they catch up? Just as they were running out of breath after chasing them, the young man from the Liao family actually brought out two sweaty horses and asked Liao Haohai to put them on. It is conceivable that the credit for that time was taken away by Liao Haohai.
"But this time, Ma Sizhi really seems to have no idea." Da Xu took another bite of Hu Pancake. The biscuits at this restaurant are not very big and will be gone in two or three bites. Although Ma Sizhi has been investigating the case, he seems to be looking in the wrong direction. I spent the whole day either wandering around the waterwheel alley or checking on people from out of town.
Xiao Cheng said "hiss": "Who would have thought that Li Yushi was actually killed by his own son? There are no clues showing that Li Feng and Fan Yanguan had been to Baoxiang Temple that night. We have collected all the people who have been to Baoxiang Temple. Everyone from Xiangsi has checked..."
Da Xu stuffed the last bite of Hu Pan into his mouth, swallowed it whole, looked around, and then whispered: "You forgot, there were still some people who didn't check that night."
Because those people were of high status, Ma Sizhi did not check them. Who would have thought that such a noble person would protect a murderer.
Xiao Cheng has been following Ma Si to investigate cases for several years. How could he not understand when Da Xu said this: "You mean..."
"Shhh. It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words."
The two of them looked at each other for a while, and a thought came to their minds: Then who killed Prince Song?
The murder case of Li Zhuang has been solved, but Song Mingjie still died in mystery.
The day after the Li Zhuang case was solved, someone from the palace told Lord Kangde that the Queen Mother had known that the prince had passed away and had fallen ill. Now Queen He was attending to the illness in the Queen Mother's palace. The Holy One said that only by finding out the truth as soon as possible can the prince's wronged soul be appeased.
Lord Kangde had to accept the death of her son, but her hatred for Qin Wanwan became more and more intense. When she learned that Qin Wanwan had been released from prison and was seeing a doctor, she couldn't control herself and threw the jade Ruyi on a multi-bauer grid: "You little bitch, how can you be so carefree!"
That day, she rushed to the prison regardless, scolded Qin Wanwan, and left with satisfaction when she saw that Qin Wanwan looked haggard and ready to die. She originally thought she would hear the news of Qin Wanwan's death soon, but the female jailer whom she bribed never sent any news. She thought that even if Qin Wanwan survived, she would still be dying.
But the grandma who was doing the work came back and reported: "She said she was taken home by her family to recuperate."
Kangde County Lord suddenly stood up: "Prepare the car! I want that little bitch to be buried with my son!"
The kitchen of Qin's restaurant in Shuichu Alley is busy.
Plump spring leeks are mixed into the dough, and they give off an alluring aroma after being grilled.
The porters crowded outside and said one after another: "I want ten!" "I want twenty!"
A spring leek pancake only costs two cents, and ten chive pancakes only cost twenty cents. If you save a little, you can eat them for three days, which is a great deal.
The spring leek pancakes from other restaurants are not as authentic as Qin's Restaurant's, and the spring leek pancakes from Qin's Restaurant also have a little bit of diced meat!
That is so delicious!
Six pounds of plump spring leeks were sold out so quickly.
The scent of leeks floats in the air, and when the spring breeze blows, it permeates the entire alley.
Mrs. Fan twitched, smelled the fragrance of leeks, and continued to frown with her mother-in-law.
Mrs. Fan's face became more and more haggard, and today's breakfast was useless.
She has no face.
Her husband was not only a corrupt man, but also an accomplice to murder. She was so ashamed.
Mrs. Fan was better than her mother-in-law. She ate a bowl of chicken porridge and two pieces of taro cake. These foods were leftovers given to her by Qin Wanwan. Qin Wanwan is not afraid of Mrs. Qin at all. Mrs. Qin is very talkative, but she still turns a blind eye to Mrs. Qin.
The chicken porridge was made by Mrs. Wang for Mrs. Qin. Mrs. Wang also made salty taro cake that melted in your mouth to go with the porridge. She made a lot of food, and the second lady couldn't eat it all, so she gave it all to her.
Mrs. Wang didn't listen to Mrs. Qin either.
But when she smelled the aroma of spring leek pancakes, Miss Fan still swallowed. If her father had not been greedy, let alone helped kill people, she would still be a happy little lady now. If she wanted to eat the food cooked by Mrs. Qin, she would come to the Qin family restaurant. But now she is in the Qin family restaurant and has no shame to eat the food cooked by Mrs. Qin.
The wife and daughter of a murderer deserve to be disliked.
"Xiang'er, Fan Xiang'er." Qin Wanwan called Miss Fan.
Mrs. Fan wiped the tears from her face: "The second lady is calling you, go quickly."
Even though Mrs. Qin had taken them in, and although Mrs. Qin and the second lady were at odds, she could tell that Mrs. Qin was actually just angry with the second lady.
Fan Xiang'er was worried about Mrs. Fan: "Well, grandma, you want to eat something."
Qin Wanwan called Fan Xiang'er because she wanted Fan Xiang'er to sharpen ink for her.
She had a quarrel with Qin Xiangxiang, and Qin Xiangxiang asked for money. After much deliberation, she asked Mrs. Wang to use her private money to buy pens, ink, paper, and inkstones for her. She wanted to write a letter to the Yushitai, telling Marquis Wenchang to defraud the Qin family of money. Although Marquis Wenchang was a wealthy and idle man, as long as he was the uncle of the state, some people would dislike him. The power of the emperor's relatives always waxes and wanes.
Fan Xiang'er has never been to school or read a book, and is not good at sharpening ink. The ink she produces is either too thick or too light.
Qin Wanwan patiently taught her: "Slower, don't be in a hurry."
Fan Xiang'er has been feeling melancholy these days. Her face has become thinner but her fingers have not. She is holding the ink stick chubbyly, which makes her look silly. Seeing that the second lady was not angry, Fan Xiang'er's tears suddenly fell down: "Second lady, thank you for not disdain me."
"What do you dislike?" Qin Wanwan said softly, "It was your father who did the wrong thing, not you."
She opened the window and placed a table under the window to write on. Qin Xiangxiang stood outside the window and eavesdropped openly. Ha, this Qin Wanwan is quite good at persuading people.
The spring leek pancakes have been sold out, and she has to peel the spring bamboo shoots she bought today so that they can be cooked tonight. After peeling the spring bamboo shoots, she had to go back to Baoxia to rest.
Everyone in the Qin family restaurant was busy with their own business. Uncle Hai and Uncle Ma were waiting at the door, basking in the sun and chatting.
As the sun gradually climbed up the alley wall, a carriage with a green canopy roof slowly drove up from the alley entrance. The driver driving the car wore a bamboo hat and covered his face tightly.
There are always carriages coming to Qin's restaurant these days, with all kinds of food available, so Uncle Hai and Uncle Ma don't take it to heart.
But when the carriage stopped, the coachman jumped down and pulled out a shiny knife from his arms: "Let Qin Wanwan get out."
(End of chapter)
