Zhang Ping followed Wang Yan into a quiet room. Wang Yan asked someone to bring tea, Ping left and right, and closed the door.

"In this case, our department has a less opinion than you. After all, you know more about the whole story than me. But you found a murderer and I found a murderer, and it was almost the same."

Zhang Ping said: "If Lord Wang had not forced Li Qi in the hall today, this case would have to be solved until Jin Li wakes up."

Wang Yan walked two steps: "That's right, that's right, in fact, Li Qi's evidence was insufficient, and he was cheated out by the head office."

Zhang Ping said: "Li Qi's fierce clothes should be on the beams or under the floor tiles in his room."

Wang Yan frowned and looked at Zhang Ping: "You mean, you also guessed that Li Qi was the murderer?"

Zhang Ping said slowly: "Jin Lifa was stabbed in the front, and the students only guessed that the person who was in the troupe was the one who took action. Li Qi, the master, found out."

Wang Yan snorted heavily, pulled open the chair and sat down: "I don't believe it anymore if you don't need to keep your face in the department. Why did you identify the culprit? Come and tell me."

Wang Yan raised his sleeve and poured tea. In the misty tea mist, he hung his eyelids.

"Students just think that there are not many people in the world who can take medicine."

If anyone goes to the pharmacy to get a pair of pills or buys strange medicinal materials, they will definitely be paid attention to.

The key to the case of Li Niang was medicine. She was raped by medicine and was harmed by medicine.

Wang Yan's hand paused slightly: "So that's it. It's probably two kinds of people in this world who commit crimes with a masked face and know how to be intoxicated."

One is a flower picking thief who is used to walking around the world, but he has been with Li Niang for several months, and does not look like a flower picking thief.

Another type is doctor.

The doctor can go deep into the inner house and see Li Niang's appearance. He has the smell of medicinal herbs on him, so he has to cover it up with a strong fragrance.

This case is like a spider web covered in dust. Zhang Ping just happened to see the real key thread, and it was no big deal.

Wang Yan picked up the teacup: "Jin Lifa was killed, you guessed it was the murderer who killed Li Niang, because of your play? In fact, it may be a vendetta. With the years of experience of our department, some seemingly related cases are just coincidentals, and there are many other inside stories. This time, you just happened to be covered."

Zhang Ping said: "My Lord said it very well. You cannot guess the relationship between these two cases from the beginning because there is no evidence. There are two murderers who intend to murder Mr. Jin, which is obvious. The perpetrator must be the person in the troupe, and the other person is responsible for setting up the mystery. However, it is not clear who is the mastermind, who is the accomplice, and the cause of the perpetrator."

Wang Yan turned the teacup and said, "Since you don't know, why did you get it together with the Li Niang case?"

Zhang Ping still said with the look that made Lord Wang feel very disliked: "The student has two evidences. One is that when Mr. Jin was in a coma, he said Wong Tai Sin."

"He was fumigated in the cesspool and his words were unreliable."

"Secondly, when the adults came to interrogate, they asked about the incident that year. I didn't ask before, but suddenly asked, it was obvious that the murderer was intentionally leaking some of his actions to the adults."

Wang Yan put the teacup heavily: "What do you mean is that the headquarters believed the murderer's lies, but instead gave you clues?"

Zhang Ping said slowly: "The student just felt that the murderer knew too much about Li Niang and cared too much. If it were not for the major relationship with this matter, it would probably not be so. In addition, the student knew that the opera troupe had invited a doctor to treat his throat. Mr. Jin had diarrhea that night, must have been because of laxatives..."

Wang Yan stopped him and waved his hand and said, "Forget it, just go."

It is obviously a big case, but it seems that Zhang Ping said this.

Wang Yan thought about it carefully and it was indeed not a complicated matter. But he didn't even see through such a matter, so Lord Wang was so upset. He looked at Zhang Ping and felt even more and more disgusted.

Although he was so angry that when Zhang Ping was about to step out of the threshold with one foot, Wang Yan said again: "By the way, this time you will be on the list. The headquarters wants to see what role you are like when you enter the court."

Zhang Ping said: "Students try not to live up to the expectations of the Minister. Try to lie up." He bowed respectfully and exited the door.

After leaving the Ministry of Justice, the market was already bustling. Zhang Ping touched his long gown and picked out a few copper coins from the cracks of his clothes. He hurriedly hid when he was taken to the Ministry of Justice. When he entered the cell to change his prison uniform, the long gown was stripped off and torn, but the money was still there.

Zhang Ping took these money to the street stall, drank a bowl of porridge, and ate half a piece of cake.

The advantage of the capital is that the place is large and there are many people, and no one will pay attention to you, even if you have just come out of prison.

After breakfast, Zhang Ping followed the people out of the city gate. All the reed leaves by the ditches outside the city were pulled out, and the reed poles were standing in the sun, bare.

Zhang Ping walked east along the river. He knew there was a water valley, and there were reeds growing in the hillside there, so no one should have pulled it.

At noon, Zhang Ping returned to his residence with a piece of reed leaves. Chen Chou knew the case was over and was happy. He even went to the street to buy some wine and food to celebrate.

After Zhang Ping took a shower, he did not eat wine. Instead, he poured it into the yard, soaked the reed leaves in clean water, and took out the salted duck eggs from the jar one by one, and carefully selected them.

In the evening, Lan Jue returned to the mansion from the Ministry’s Office. As soon as the sedan chair arrived in front of the mansion, his speed suddenly became abnormal.

The follower said, "Who is another scholar who wants to curry favor with the Lord, but he actually blocked the door and gave gifts. He was thrusting him in front of him, which was disturbing the Lord."

Lan Jue lifted a crack in the sedan curtain and saw a familiar figure from afar.

Lan Jue said, "Take the things he gave me to see."

The follower paused and responded, and then he picked up something after a while. It was a bamboo strip-woven basket with a lid.

Lan Jue opened the lid and placed half a basket of rice dumplings neatly inside. The reed leaves were fragrant and warm.

Lan Jue covered the basket and handed the basket back to his follower, and said calmly: "Let's throw it away."

The next day, it was Dragon Boat Festival. There was no need to go to the court early in the morning, Lan Hui was taken to Liu's mansion, and only Lan Jue and a group of servants were left in the huge mansion.

Lan Jue felt quite frustrated. During the years and festivals, he often lived alone. No matter how good the rice dumplings made in the kitchen are, they would taste nothing if they were eaten alone.

Bored, he changed into a thin shirt, had a fan in his sleeve, and left the mansion.

Let the sedan chair stop near the market, Lan Jue got out of the sedan chair and looked around casually. The sun was quite poisonous. He walked along the cool place on the street and passed through the stall selling sachets. Under the old wall in front, the stall was still supported. The tables and chairs under the shed were empty, without half a guest. The scholar who sold noodles was not standing by the stove, was lagging in the shade under the shed, holding a book reading.

Lan Jue walked to the stall, Zhang Ping raised his head and slowly stood up.

Lan Jue said: "Is there any face?"

Zhang Ping said expressionlessly: "No face, there is porridge, rice dumplings."

Lan Jue walked to the shed and sat down at an empty table. Zhang Ping brought a bowl of porridge and two rice dumplings on the table.

The porridge is millet porridge, which is quite thick and is decorated with white pieces. Lan Jue tasted it and it was salted egg white.

Lan Jue asked casually: "By the way, then Chen Chou is good?"

Zhang Ping replied with a slight savage: "It's not great. I've eaten too much rice dumplings and I've been able to hold it up, and I'm asleep in the bed."

Lan Jue peeled off a rice dumpling, but it was made from a small date.

"There is egg white in the porridge, why is it not egg yolk rice dumplings?"

Zhang Ping said in a silence: "Egg yolk rice dumplings, I have eaten them all."

Lan Jue just saw that there were a few duck eggs lying in the shallow basket of the desk table.

"Then let's have a salted egg, you need a green shell."

Zhang Ping nodded and turned around. A thudding sound came from the table.

A moment later, a white porcelain plate was placed in front of Lan Jue, and Lan Jue couldn't help but smile.
Chapter completed!