After hearing this, Li Yuanjia nodded approvingly and said, "You analyzed it very clearly. It's just that Di Ying wandered into our territory. As a father, I still feel a little uneasy."
"Father, it's okay. Di Ying attaches great importance to civil cases, and everyone knows that he is devoted to Li Tang. If he knew about our important matter, I'm afraid he would support us.
It's just that maybe he's a little timid, right? You may also think that His Majesty transferred him to Yuzhou to test him, right? He doesn't dare to do anything without permission, right?
In fact, it is reasonable for him to want to avoid Yuzhou.
After all, that person Li Zhen... It was normal for Di Ying not to want to talk to him.
We forge false letters and edicts, isn't it because of Li Zhen's methods? "
Seeing that his father was still worried about Di Ying, Li Zhuan explained like this.
After hearing this, Li Yuanjia also figured it out.
The most important thing is Li Zhuan's sentence: Di Ying's heart went to Li Tang, which reassured Li Yuanjia's heart.
From the moment Di Ying took action, it was all about making money and the Wu family. Everyone felt that Di Ying was on the side of the Li family.
Li Yuanjia still remembers: Li Sujie was already on the blacklist for Lai Wangcai to be punished, but it was because Di Ying got rid of Lai Wangcai in advance that Li Sujie was saved.
Over the years, the people in the court and the Li family with Di Ying present were almost never purged and slaughtered at will by His Majesty.
Di Ying's thoughts about Li Tang were almost obvious.
Li Yuanjia picked up the teacup and sipped the tea comfortably and leisurely.
After a few breaths, he thought of something and asked about another thing.
"Zhu'er, I heard that Cui Bi is still on death row? When do you plan to ask him to pay for your Qisheng'er's life?"
When Li Zhuan heard the question, he suddenly felt that he couldn't finish the work today.
But fortunately, the fake one is written in blood, so there is no need to insist on handwriting or anything.
Li Zhuan pressed the wound on his finger. I originally wanted to find a servant to make a slit and get some blood to write on it. But that really didn't look like that, and because of the confidentiality of the matter, Li Zhuan was cruel and cut his finger.
But before I even started to unroll my clothes, my father's questions came one after another.
Li Zhuan didn't even know if his father had seen his bleeding wound, let alone why his father suddenly became concerned about Cui Bi's arrival.
Pressing his fingers and feeling the tingling pain in his fingertips, Li Zhuan suddenly realized what his father was worried about.
He said: "Di Ying came all the way... It is indeed possible that he passed by Qi Sheng'er's tomb. However, I have never erected a monument or tomb for Qi Sheng'er. I just want him to be born in an emperor's family in the next life. He lived his whole life peacefully and peacefully.
Even if Di Ying passed by, he wouldn't notice it. To put it another way, even if he found out, Qi Sheng'er would have already turned into a pile of bones.
There is no victim and no one to report the case. Di Ying will not be so free and insists on getting to the bottom of it.
Furthermore: So what if he gets to the bottom of it? Cui Bi, who killed Qi Sheng'er, is on death row in our prison.
This is a case that has been closed by us. Why should he interfere at will on our territory? If he dares, I can also sue him for tampering with the tombs of people with royal bloodline, and deal with him first. "
Li Yuanjia stopped asking.
He glanced at Li Zhuan's fingers, stood up and walked out. By the way, he said: "You go ahead. Wang Hongmin is dead, and my father has to arrange for someone to secretly deliver letters and transport goods. I hope that Li Zhen can speed up contacting all parties after receiving it."
Li Zhuan nodded, looked at the finger that was no longer bleeding, gritted his teeth, picked up the knife, and cut another finger.
…
Di Ying entered Huazhou City.
And chatted with a middle-aged man selling candy.
He first bought a candy man, and then the middle-aged man followed his example and poured the candy string very quickly.
Everyone is dazzled by it.
This hand speed...
Di Ying clicked her tongue twice in her heart, but asked leisurely: "Brother, you can do this. You must have been doing this for at least twenty or thirty years, right?"
"more than."
When the middle-aged man heard this, a smug smile appeared on his face. What he likes to hear the most is others praising him for doing a good job making candy.
"I have been learning this business from my father since I was a child. This has been nearly 40 years."
"No wonder it's so skillful and exquisite. It shows that it took many years of hard work." Di Ying continued to praise.
The middle-aged man also continued to be proud.
To receive such praise from customers is the highest compliment for those in their craftsmanship.
However, after taking a few breaths of pride, he sighed again: "I'm old, but the children at home don't want to take over. Alas, it's a pity."
When Di Ying saw the sad look on his face, she changed the subject.
"Brother, do you always set up a stall in this position?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
While he was chatting with the guests, he didn't even pause his hands. In just two sentences, a lifelike candy man was cast.
In this winter, if you slow down a little bit, the sugar thread will be frozen hard.
But when you get up, it becomes easier.
Di Ying took the big candy man that looked quite similar to him, and asked casually with a smile: "Brother, most of the people who come to buy candy men from you are children, right? I see you The way he looked at me before seemed a little surprised."
"Ouch,"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man sheepishly grabbed a clean cloth to wipe his hands.
He said a little apologetically: "I'm rude. It's true that very few adults come to buy this alone. After all, it's not easy to take this back home. It's okay in winter, but it's easier in summer. Most of them are children. Come by yourself, or be brought along by an elder in the family."
"Then do you still remember that there was a well-dressed little boy, about ten years old, who often came to buy your sweets?"
Di Ying asked, with his head lowered, and one hand touching the copper plate from the money bag at his waist.
The middle-aged man didn't doubt him when he saw this, and didn't realize that the guest had asked deliberately. Then he picked up another cloth and wiped the felt board without paying attention.
He replied: "Yes. There are quite a few. The one you asked about should be the grandson of the governor. He comes here the most. But I haven't seen him since last year. I heard something happened to him . What a pity. Such a clever kid."
After saying that, he remembered who he was talking about.
The middle-aged man quickly changed his words and said: "Oh, I'm talking nonsense. How can the governor's children come to a shabby stall like mine to buy food? Little brother, after you buy it, hurry up and leave. Look, there are little ones behind you. The child came to line up. His little face was red from the cold."
