This conclusion... Lin Fei took a deep breath, took a sip of the cold tea cup by the desk, and waited for Bai Zhutong and Liu Yuan who came back to answer.
The two of them just went to Zhao Mengzhuo's mansion. Although they intended to appease Zhao Mengzhuo's family, they wanted to record the statements of Mrs. Zhao and others.
The tea in his mouth was slightly cool, and he swallowed it from his throat into his stomach. Although it was cold, the coolness also dispelled the restlessness and anxiety in his heart.
After sitting for a while, Lin Fei couldn't sit still anymore. Lin Fei got up and walked out. Zhao Youzheng, who was guarding outside the house, was standing there with his head bowed. Although he was guarding outside his house as usual, he was not as usual. Idle counting ants or looking at the sky in a daze, but when I saw him coming out, I immediately looked over, with unconcealable anger and grief in my eyes.
Without waiting for Zhao You to speak, Lin Fei shook his head and said, "We'll talk about it when Bai Zhu and Liu Yuan come back."
Zhao You pursed his lips when he heard the words.
Looking at his exhausted expression, Lin Fei paused, and said again: "Go and rest for a while, you haven't rested since yesterday."
Zhao You clenched his fist and replied, "Lin Shaoqing, my subordinates are not sleepy..."
Lin Fei interrupted him before he finished speaking: "To catch the murderer, you need to cultivate your energy! Even if the murderer is weak, if he pays to hire a powerful desperado, or he himself is very skilled, how about you? How do you catch the murderer?"
These words are reasonable. Zhao You loosened his clenched fist. After a long pause, he lowered his head and murmured: "Subordinate..."
"This is an order." Lin Fei said, pointing to Zhao You's house in Dali Temple, and said, "Go and rest!"
Zhao You responded, turned and left.
Looking at Zhao You's back as he turned and left, Lin Fei couldn't help taking another deep breath: If this conclusion is true, who in the whole Dali Temple can accept it? Not to mention Dali Temple, even the passers-by who witnessed everything with their own eyes may have doubts about the results of Dali Temple.
At that time, the entire Dali Temple will be under the verbal criticism of the whole city of Chang'an. How can the world understand that even though Zhao Mengzhuo was pushed down from the Zhaixing Tower with his own eyes, Dali Temple said it was not?
The common people will say that Dali Temple's Qing died in vain, and people left the tea to cool down. As soon as he died, the entire Dali Temple connived and appease the murderer, and came to a result that was completely different from what everyone had seen.
Earing is delusion, seeing is believing, but this time, this seeing... Across the tall building of Zhaixing Building, like looking at the moon across a mountain, may not be real.
Feeling irritated for no reason, Lin Fei touched his stomach that gave out a slight "ventriloquism". There was not much food in the evening, and people were busy all the time, so he was already hungry right now.
It's not that Master Xing's evening food is not good, but that he came to that conclusion at that time, which made him unacceptable. Where can I even bother to eat? Naturally, I dealt with it with a few hasty mouthfuls.
Right now, the person who delivered the evening food returned home safely, and Zhao You, who helped run errands every day, was ordered by him to go back to rest, so...
If it is on a normal day, it is not impossible to accommodate, but thinking of the internal affairs yamen that is being tossed by Concubine Jing's people, Lin Fei shook his head and gave up this idea. After turning around, he prepared to go out of the yamen to find a restaurant to buy some When I was eating a mat to pad my stomach, I bumped into the concierge who passed by Gong's room.
Seeing that it was him, the porter hurriedly leaned over to salute, Lin Fei waved his hand, and only took two steps before hearing the porter behind him tentatively ask: "Does Lin Shaoqing want to find Master Wen for food?"
Although he didn't have much contact with Lin Fei and Wen Mingtang, the porter who stayed in the yamen on a daily basis saw Lin Shaoqing several times when he was late in handling cases and came to find Master Wen for food.
Seeing Lin Shaoqing appearing in the locked kitchen, he couldn't help asking. Seeing Lin Fei nodding, the porter pointed in the direction of Houya's dormitory, and said, "Just now I saw that Master Wen was in the same room. Lady Liang was messing with chopping vegetables and cooking in the yard! Taking a small stove, Lady Liang also bought a bunch of firewood with someone, and said she wanted to make broken gold rice..."
Lin Fei raised his eyebrows unexpectedly when he said "see Master Wen" at the concierge: He thought she was at the glutinous rice **** and didn't go back to Dali Temple! Now when the porter said "broken gold rice", he nodded immediately, and before the porter finished speaking, he strode towards the yard of the yamen's lodging house.
Before reaching the courtyard of Wen Mingtang's accommodation, he could already smell a seductive fragrance.
Following the seductive atmosphere of fireworks, Lin Fei, who had a serious complexion, subconsciously bent his lower lip, then quickened his pace, and quickly walked into Wen Mingtang's courtyard.
But I saw that Wen Mingtang and Liang Hongjin were spreading a cloth in the yard at this time, and the cloth was lined up with things.
The only difference is that the common people put fruit snacks on the cloth, while hers put pots and pans and prepared ingredients.
At a glance, there are diced mushrooms, diced carrots, diced bacon, chopped green onions, etc., which are quite neat, as if there is a small ready-made "kitchen" in this yard.
This kitchen is also really "small". There is only one small stove in the stove, which looks like a small stove for ordinary people to make tea, but it has been slightly modified. There is a small "stove hole" under the small stove. Liang Hongjin was carefully breaking off the dry firewood he had bought and throwing it in.
In all fairness, even a small stove for making tea, Lin Fei has never seen such a "simple" one: even the stove on which the pot is placed looks a little uneven, thanks to Master Wen holding the pot through a thick cloth, Hand in hand with the female general Liang to control the heat.
It can be called "simple"... It is very elegant when you look at it carefully. There is even a handle on the side of the stove.
This stove... Lin Fei's gaze paused for a moment on the handle, and he couldn't help asking Wen Mingtang: "Where did this thing come from?"
Originally, Liang Hongjin and Wen Mingtang, who were serious about lighting the fire while the other was serious about frying eggs with oil in the pot, were startled by his sudden sound.
Then... Instinctively, Liang Hongjin, who was burning the fire, threw the broken dry firewood aside, picked up the thick cloth placed aside, and went to lift the handle together with Wen Mingtang.
Looking at this instinctive reaction, Lin Fei's slightly pouty lips suddenly flattened, and he guessed where the stove came from.
It is not uncommon for her to be punished and starved for no reason in the palace, let alone her who was specially greeted by Du Lingmou? Thinking it was a matter of quick wit, I made a small stove by myself for a rainy day.
Lin Fei looked at the two people who came back to their senses and breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts seemed to be blocked by something, and they were inexplicably uncomfortable and...reluctant.