The lady who is a miracle doctor arrives and makes the general blush and his heart beats

Lao Qiao said: "Young general, please eat slowly."

Ye Zelin responded, and Lao Qiao left with the tray.

He looked at the letter on the side and wondered if he should write a letter to Hua Fushu. He wondered if her injury had healed and if she had listened to him and stopped going to the gambling house. After much thought, he decided to write it for Okay, so I picked up the pen again and looked at the letter but didn't know what to write. After thinking for a while, I wrote:

Don't go to gambling houses, don't get into fights, don't make trouble.

Looking at this sentence, I felt that it was a bit straightforward. With Hua Fushu's temperament, he might not listen to the advice, so he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it on the ground.

He thought for a moment and then a sentence jumped out on the paper: It has been a month since I arrived in Yuezhou. I wonder if my wife is okay. Do you miss me?

After writing the last word, he suddenly felt that he was so angry with Meng Lang. Although he and Hua Fushu had been married for more than two months, they had only spent a few days together. At most, they were just friends. How could he write to her like this for the first time? frivolous?

When the coolness of the bowl of lychee ointment receded, the sentence "I don't regret it as my clothes get wider, and I feel haggard because of the beauty" suddenly appeared in my mind. I was about to write it down but felt it was wrong. I was secretly annoyed with myself, so I wanted to be more tactful. He wouldn't write such a sentence. He must be confused to come up with such a stupid sentence.

Looking at the letter he had crumpled into a ball on the ground, his handsome brows furrowed, worrying about writing a letter for the first time.

His hand touched the wall of the bowl, and the refreshing coolness just now was gone. He rubbed his forehead, took some lychee ointment, folded the dry ink on the letter and put it in the envelope and sealed it. Then he got up and went out to look for fish. Xuanji was playing chess, but he saw Yu Chisu entering Yu Xuanji's room from a distance. Thinking that Yu Chisu might have something to gain, he quickened his pace.

Old Qiao was holding a scroll in his hand. When he saw him, he quickly walked over and blocked his way. He unfolded the scroll and said as if asking for advice: "Young general, my daughter likes to draw plum blossoms. I heard that you are good at calligraphy and painting. Can you do it for me?" Let me see how this plum blossom painting looks, but I bought it from the painter for ten taels of silver."

Ye Zelin looked at the scroll. The plum blossoms were too dark in color and the branches were rough. There was nothing eye-catching about them. It was just an ordinary painting. "Uncle Qiao, this painting is at the level of a beginner. It is not a top-quality work. It doesn’t even count, you can buy it for a few pennies, it’s not worth ten taels of silver, you’ve been raped.”

Old Qiao suddenly said angrily: "This bastard dares to lie to me!"

He rolled up the scroll and grabbed Ye Zelin to pull him away, "Let's go, Major General, let's settle the score with him."

Ye Zelin said: "Yuezhou is a big place. You may not be able to find the liar if you go looking for him. Besides, the liar is naturally shrewd. How could he wait for you to go back to find him in the same place."

Old Qiao said bitterly: "This liar is really hateful. Didn't my ten taels of silver go in vain?"

Ye Zelin said: "I have a friend, called Nie Huaixin, who has excellent painting skills. He once gave me a volume of red plum blossoms in the falling snow. I will give it to Uncle Qiao after returning to Beijing. How about it?"

Lao Qiao has naturally heard of Nie Huaixin. His paintings are quite popular among literati, dignitaries and dignitaries. The dignitaries often invite him to various banquets and poetry gatherings. He once came to ask for his paintings, but he didn't. Just ask for it.

He was overjoyed, having forgotten the ten taels of silver that had been swindled by the swindler, "Thank you so much, Young General."

Ye Zelin smiled lightly and said, "Uncle Qiao, you don't have to be polite."

Suddenly, he thought of what to write to Hua Fushu's family, so he went back to the dormitory, picked up a pen and wrote a sentence, put the letter in an envelope, and left the inn with two envelopes to send the letter home.

When he returned to the inn, Yu Chisu had already come out of Yu Xuanji's place. When he saw Ye Zelin, he walked over and briefly talked about the deceased's interpersonal relationship.

Ye Zelin said: "So this man who came in and out of the deceased's home repeatedly may be the murderer of the deceased."

Yu Chisu nodded and said, "Uncle thinks so too."

Ye Zelin said again: "Miss Yu, I will look for this person with you tomorrow."

After Yu Chisu said something nice, she sat down on the bluestone stool next to her, poured a cup of tea to quench her thirst, and asked: "Major General, you are just going to send a letter home. Uncle Qiao will write a letter home every few days." , just now he was talking about how it took you a month to write a letter home."

Ye Zelin sat on the edge of the pavilion, leaning on the fence behind him. "I was afraid that my parents would miss me, so I wrote a letter to my family to report that I was safe."

Yu Chisu played with the teacup, looked at Ye Zelin and asked, "I heard that Uncle Qiao said that the young general is married?"

Ye Zelin didn't expect that the honest and honest old Qiao would gossip about other people's affairs. He just chatted with others and didn't have to hide anything. He nodded and said, "The marriage will be completed in February."

Yu Chisu asked: "I wonder which family's lady can win the favor of the young general."

Ye Zelin was silent for a moment and then said: "She's just a girl from a small family, she's not much of a lady. Her temperament is more lively and playful than girls from other families, and her looks are also lovable."

The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved slightly.

Yu Chisu said: "I heard from Uncle Qiao that the girl's house is more lively. It looks like flowers in the morning sun."

Ye Zelin's handsome face was filled with a happy smile, "My wife smiles just like the flowers in the morning sun."

Yu Chisu couldn't help laughing, "Young General, I miss your wife."

Ye Zelin suppressed his smile, but a blush appeared at the base of his ears. He looked at Yu Chisu and said calmly: "Miss Yu, I don't know when Cheng Wenbo's case will be investigated. You don't need to call me Major General because of my status. I'm older than you and am the second in the family. If you don't mind, how about you call me second brother?"

Yu Chisu has never been a cautious person, so he immediately changed his mind, "Then Brother Ye, just follow Uncle Qiao and call me Su Su."

After two days of investigation, we finally got some information about the person who had been in and out of the widowed writer's house. He was a young man, in his twenties. The person who traced it was reliable and had a portrait of the person.

Yu Xuanji gave the portrait to Ye Zelin and said: "Major General, you and Su Su go to Tongfu Restaurant to arrest this person. This person can kill people under our noses, so he must be a powerful person. You should be careful."

Yu Chisu said yes, and then left the inn with Ye Zelin and headed to Tongfu Restaurant.

As soon as the two left, Yu Xuanji called Lao Qiao and ordered him to go to the four gates of Yuezhou City to ask if anyone suspicious was coming or going.

Lao Qiao didn't know what he meant, so Yu Xuanji took a mouthful of lychee ointment to moisten his throat, and then said: "I originally just suspected that Cheng Wenbo did not hang himself from the beam, so I asked Su Su to stare at the man. Now that the man is dead, my suspicion has been confirmed. Well, Cheng Wenbo did not commit suicide by hanging from a beam, but committed suicide. The murderer should have killed Cheng Wenbo and then created the illusion of committing suicide by hanging from a beam. He must have ordered it to make a fake corpse. He died, and the Cheng family did not allow an autopsy. Even if the Cheng family was willing to do an autopsy, Cheng Wenbo It has been a month since he was buried, and the corpse is so decomposed that most likely the cause of death cannot be determined. No one except the murderer knows the real cause of Cheng Wenbo's death."

Lao Qiao asked: "What does this matter have to do with Cheng Wenbo's death?"

Yu Xuanji said: "The silver was lost after it entered Yuezhou's warehouse. If Cheng Wenbo really swallowed up the one hundred thousand taels of silver, he wouldn't be so stupid as to hide the silver in his own house. If he wants to make such an amount There must be something suspicious about transporting large amounts of silver out of the city, and there may be some clues."