Zhang Ping murmured: "Tear the king's way, keep the minister's ritual..." He stared at the book cover for a moment, quickly made a pile of several books "Baopuzi" codes, dragged them over a piece of white paper, flipped the book and picked up the pen to copy it.

Xie Fu couldn't help but get closer again. Wang Yan also got up and walked to the table. He saw that Zhang Ping copied the titles of several volumes from "Baopuzi".

Jiadu, Yi people, encourage students, respect education, respect ministers, good rules, difficult times, judge, communicate, prepare for lack, promote talents, guard the country, be content with poverty, be kind and wise, broad-minded, broad-minded, wording, meaning and follow the original...

Xie Fu was a little dizzy, Wang Yan's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. After Zhang Ping finished copying, he put down his pen and murmured again: "Hao Puzi, Huo Puzi..."

Wang Yan was stunned and suddenly slapped the table: "Yes, Park!"

Zhang Ping looked up at him: "Pu." He lowered his head again, and quickly circled the name of the volume he had just copied.

The ministers are in good faith, the times are difficult, so they keep their brink of poverty...

Wang Yan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he laughed: "No, not bad, you guys, you can do it this time. This time the headquarters recognizes you and me first! Park, Park, I didn't expect it!"

Zhang Ping raised his eyes again: "The officials found out that Yao Cunshan, the great-grandfather of Yao Yuanwai, had a sister who worked as a singing girl in the capital. The brothel still exists. The officials have asked someone to go to the capital to visit." He then took the list of boys from that year, "Sir, please see the ages of these boys."

Wang Yan took the booklet and looked at the place where Zhang Ping marked it: "The first time he was six years old, the second time he was nine years old, and then he was six years old. The first two times were there..."

He looked at Zhang Ping again.

Zhang Ping also looked at him: "Bao Puzi."

Wang Yan's expression was shaking: "You speculate like this. If so, the case will be really big. Although the headquarters is not Lao Feng, I have to ask you a question, is the evidence enough?"

Zhang Ping said: "The official has asked someone to go to the capital to investigate."

Wang Yan closed the booklet with a snap: "How fast can you be from the small county yamen? It's faster than my Ministry of Justice? I said, what should I check."

In the evening, Lan Jue returned to Fengle County Government.

After reaching the conclusion, Feng Tai clearly stated that he should go back, and Lan Jue also knew that because Lan Hui and King Dai were lost together, he would be completely useless to stay on the scene and could only be regarded as a cause of trouble.

It was confirmed that Lan Hui was not kidnapped by the assassin, but Lan Jue was not at all relaxed. Lan Hui was so old that everyone was beside him, and he didn't even wear clothes by himself. What did he eat from yesterday to now? How to sleep? When Lan Jue thought about it, he was like he was soaked in boiling oil.

When the carriage arrived at the county jail, he got out of the car in a daze, feeling his feet as if he was stepping on cotton. He looked up and saw Wang Yan and Zhang Ping standing not far away.

Lan Jue felt a little blurred for a moment, and then he was still eyeing. Wang Yan had already strode towards him in the sunset, and Zhang Ping was indeed following him.

"Pee it."

Wang Yan walked closer with a look of concern.

"It's okay, are you looking for it?"

There was a guard next to him, and Lan Jue briefly said: "No big deal, Lord Feng already has clues and is looking for them." Zhang Ping lowered his eyelids and bowed: "The official has met Lord."

Wang Yan said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry too much, it's okay. Use some food first and have a good rest, and your face is gone."

Lan Jue nodded: "Thank you, Brother Mo Wen, for your care." His eyes swept to Zhang Ping, who was looking at him, and Zhang Ping immediately lowered his gaze again.

Lan Jue sighed in his heart: "Is there something else about Lord Wang and Magistrate Zhang?"

Zhang Ping immediately raised his eyelids, Wang Yan smiled, and continued to say warmly: "No hurry. Peizhi, let's go to the hall to take a break and have some tea."

Lan Jue was really tired and had no strength to speak, so he nodded reluctantly and followed Wang Yan to the inner courtyard, and Zhang Ping followed silently.

After sitting in the hall, Lan Jue picked up the tea and moistened his throat slightly, then looked at Wang Yan and Zhang Ping who was standing beside him. Wang Yan said softly: "Peizhi, the king of the Chu Dynasty is the one related to your hometown Jiuhe County. You should know his life and deeds very well."

Lan Jue looked at Wang Yan and Zhang Ping again: "Brother Mo Wen and Zhang Magistrate think that the stone coffin is He Wang's coffin?"
Chapter completed!