Zhang Ping knew that when Lan Jue was a little surprised and couldn't help but smile. Wang Yan also turned around and said, "No, Peizhi, you go to bed quickly. Relax."

Lan Jue smiled and said, "Thank you."

Wang Yan said again: "Yes, I have something to ask you for advice. Do you know the Dongzhen Kingdom dialect? Scene words such as greetings can be accomplished in just one or two sentences."

Lan Jue said: "The official language of Dongzhen Kingdom is the same as that of our dynasty, and the words are the same. But the words of the people should be different. I really don't know what to say specifically. Although I stole the salary of the Ministry of Rites, I don't know much about the words of the foreign countries. Moreover, Dongzhen Kingdom has been destroyed for a long time, and I guess there is no one in the Honglu Temple who knows Dongzhen Temple."

Wang Yan said, "It's okay, I just ask casually."

Lan Jue thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the words of Dongzhen people should often start with 'i'u'. "Huluhulu" are moved by 'huluhulu'. They learned the words of my Celestial Empire, but they had a little understanding of it. They mixed 'u' and 'uhu' and became 'uhulu'. The voice of the fanzi is different from those of my Celestial Empire, but the pronunciation of the words is unclear, and it becomes 'hulu'."

Wang Yan immediately smiled happily: "Thank you! Peizhi, you are so good, so amazing!"

Lan Jue said: "Zhe kills and kills. I suddenly remembered an allusion from the great scholar Liang Zhidaogong in the previous dynasty. When Liang Gong was giving lectures that day, a student asked: "Zhi Zhi said that those who knew it were the best; those who were confused and did not learn, the people were the best. If they were learning and practiced it from time to time, they needed to search for it. How could they explain it? Liang Gong laughed and said: Xie Zuzi met Qu Yuan in the Analects of Confucius, which was synonymous with Dongzhen Kingdom. "

Wang Yan hugged his fists and said, "I'm thanking me. If I don't ask you, I'll definitely not know. Go back and rest."

Zhang Pingyi followed silently and walked out with Wang Yan and quickly walked to the prison.

When the yamen runner opened the door, Wang Yan said to Zhang Ping: "The headquarters has already agreed to you, you can go and examine Ding Wei."

Zhang Ping bowed and walked to Ding Wei's small prison room.

When the room door opened, Ding Wei stood up from the ground and saluted calmly. Zhang Ping said, "The person who took the book has been caught."

Ding Wei said: "The grass people don't know what the adults are talking about. But the adults are going to admire the grass people again, so they are really frightened."

Zhang Ping said: "You are not from Bingzhou, and your diet has been revealed."

Ding Wei looked up at Zhang Ping and sneered: "Sir, everyone has different habits when eating. The identity document is here. If you have any doubts, just go and check it."

Zhang Ping said: "I will go to Bingzhou and thoroughly check my household registration."

Ding Wei laughed: "That adult has checked it out. He was a child and went out to business, and his neighbors may not know someone, but his household registration is allowed to be checked by the adults!"

Zhang Ping looked at him expressionlessly: "Then let's investigate thoroughly from scratch."

Ding Wei looked stern: "Sir, are you threatening someone? You are just a magistrate of Jingzhao Prefecture, and you can still reach your hand to Bingzhou to frame the good people?"

Zhang Ping said: "This case is not a case in Fengle County Yamen. Jingzhao Prefecture, the Ministry of Justice and the County Yamen are investigating it together."

Ding Wei sneered again and said several times: "Absurd, absurd, you officials protect each other and want..."

Zhang Ping interrupted him: "This county only investigates criminals, but you are from Fanbian. Your accomplice will not let you go."

Ding Wei laughed again, saying that he was ridiculous and unfair, so Zhang Ping turned around and walked out of the prison.

Wang Yan was still standing outside in the hall, looking at him with his hands behind his back: "What did you find out?"

Zhang Ping said: "From his answer to the officials, this offender still has accomplices, and his fake household registration status is not a temporary forgery."

Wang Yan nodded: "How did you judge?"

Zhang Ping said: "The official told him about the dietary flaws and the evidence of the person who received the book."

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows: "But you don't just want to ask these things. You obviously have something to ask, right?"

Zhang Ping lowered his eyes and looked at the ground: "Xiaguan wants to wait for evidence from the capital."

Wang Yan looked at him again and strode towards another prison: "Come to the headquarters."

The guard opened the door of another prison room and entered with a lantern. The grain vendor was tied to a chair with all four legs nailed to the ground, and his mouth was still tightly stuffed with cloth.

Wang Yan walked into the door slowly: "Are you willing to call me a man from Ta Chi Kingdom?"

The grain vendor suddenly opened his eyes and his expression was still.

Wang Yan smiled: "Why, the department has told me about the origin and pretended not to admit it?"

The guard beside him said, "Hasn't you ever heard of our minister's reputation? Don't you have to use a flower gun in front of us? Let's take action and come here obediently!"

The grain vendor closed his eyes again.

A guard looked at Wang Yan: "Sir, use torture!"

Wang Yan raised his hand: "No need to slap, bring the things up."

Zhang Ping stood by silently, and saw the guards taking the order and running away, and then walked in with a tray.

Another detective from the Ministry of Justice covered his scarf and picked up a stick of incense on the tray, lit it and put it under the nose of the grain vendor. The grain vendor opened his eyes, and another detective picked up a small bottle on the tray, took out the cloth from his mouth, pinched his jaw, and poured the liquid from the bottle into his throat.

The grain vendor rolled his eyes and fell into darkness.

After a long time, he struggled out of his endless nothingness, trembling his eyelids, and a light hit the darkness. In front of his eyes, he was wearing a red official robe.

Wang Yan sat by the wooden table, savored the tea and looked at him: "Are you awake?"

The grain vendor rolled his eyes stiffly, and Zhang Ping stood by the wooden table with no expression, like another iron pillar.

Wang Yan shook his head with the teacup: "Ahhh, you are not from Tachi Country. Dongzhen Country, this is the first time I heard about it."

The grain dealer's heart shrank violently.

Wang Yan stood up and said, "You are going to kill and steal, but the Yin picture is about the great cause of your small country. It's really unexpected."

The blood vessels on the neck of the grain vendor burst out and his eyes were suddenly opened.

Wang Yan smiled: "However, I told the secrets of your party in the department that you should remember your achievements, or you may spare your life!"

The grain dealer chuckled in his throat: "The prince is the son of the Emperor of Heaven, and the generals of the world surrender to him, haha... he had already expected...ha--"

His voice stopped sharply, but before his teeth touched his tongue, the guards on the side had already grabbed his jaw and stuffed the cloth back into his mouth.

Wang Yan no longer looked at him and shook his sleeves and went out.

After leaving the prison door, Wang Yan looked back at Zhang Ping who had been following him without saying a word.

Zhang Ping raised his eyelids and looked at him, then lowered his gaze.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at him again. The guards on the side said, "The Lord has just tried the case so amazing! I admire him so much."

Wang Yan raised the corner of his lips: "A little trick." The corner of his eyes glanced at the screen again, "How do you think?"
Chapter completed!