I heard Mr. Ye is a good dragon?

While spending money recklessly, Ye Heng noticed that the rain falling from the sky seemed to be getting smaller, and it was not as noisy as usual.

When he went out that day, he stared carefully at the rainwater dripping from the eaves, and then tugged on Bailong's sleeve: "Hey, don't you have a strong sense of water? Come and see if the rain has become smaller?"

Just as he was talking, a voice pierced through the rain curtain, very loud and clear: "Young Master Ye! It's not good!"

The two turned their heads to look, and saw a person struggling to row a boat close to Ye's mansion.

Although the man was wearing a bamboo hat, Ye Heng recognized him by the clothes on his body at a glance, and quickly whispered to Bai Long: "It's Du Qiyan! Let his boat come over quickly, don't disturb the neighbors."

Bai Long nodded, and with a move in his sleeve, he pushed the boat directly to the door of Ye Mansion with water, and said to Du Qiyan: "Come up and talk!"

"It's too late!" Du Qiyan pushed up the bamboo hat without mooring the boat, "Young Master Ye, go to the inn to have a look! Some strange people came there, they seem to be looking for trouble! And I I did a divination in the morning, and I got a lucky lottery!"

His fortune-telling was always accurate, Ye Heng couldn't believe it, so he turned around and told the butler to go to Gaofu, he and Bailong directly boarded Du Qiyan's boat, and hurried towards the inn.

Sure enough, when the three of them arrived outside the inn, they saw someone pushing Wu Juren out of the door. This situation was almost the same as the first time they met Wu Juren, except that the one who pushed him was no longer the waiter, but two officials, who were still behind him. A fat man dressed as a servant.

"Wait a minute!" Ye Heng hurriedly stood in the middle of their way, and asked the official with a smile, "Brother, it's hard work on rainy days, I don't know what happened here?"

Ye Heng was also a well-known figure nearby, and the officials answered his question politely: "This old man slandered the second son of the Yin family, so we will take him away."

Ye Heng glanced at Wu Juren, and found that the other party looked trembling, with pleading in his cloudy eyes, and then smiled at the officer again: "Is there any misunderstanding? I know this old man. He has been preparing in the inn. In the spring test next year, I have never been out of the house a few times, and I have never had any enmity with the Yin family, so what reason do you have to slander the second son of Yin?"

At this time, the fat and strong servant interrupted: "We have the manuscript in his room as evidence, and the handwriting on it is exactly the same as that slanderous article. As for whether he has a reason, of course we have to take it home and check it carefully. Or Said, Mr. Ye is in a hurry, and you plan to take over the case now and try it on the spot?"

He buckled down this huge hat, since the visitor was not kind, Ye Heng looked at him again, and finally recognized his clothes of the Yin family, and was even more anxious to find a way to save him—otherwise, if he really went in, then With Yin Er's method, Wu Juren would definitely not be able to get out without suffering a lot.

But before he could think of the right words, a familiar voice sounded beside him.

"Mr. Ye, what's the rush? It's not him who was scolded in more than 1 slanderous articles."

The voice was cool and harsh, Ye Heng turned his head, and it was Yin Jun himself who came to the door of the store.

Ye Heng was so blessed that he opened his mouth and said back: "You also said that there were more than 1 copies. I also read that slander article. The handwriting is neat and it was not rushed. But your shop was smashed just a few days ago. How can a person write so many articles in a hurry? Even if he can write 1 articles in the most neat words, with his physical strength, can he distribute these 1 articles to more than [-] households in one night?"

"He can't run, but someone can." Yin Jun said while squinting at Bai Long and Du Qiyan, with a tricky smile on the corner of his mouth, "Young Master Ye has a lot of people under his command."

Ye Heng knew that he was suspicious of himself, but he ignored his ambiguity, and continued to discuss the matter: "Even if someone assisted him, why did he run away from thousands of households without being seen by the inspectors? Or is Mr. Yin thinking that the inspectors Did someone lose sight?"

Being counterattacked by him, Yin Jun was still calm, and only raised his eyebrows: "Young master Ye, what are you anxious about? I have no grievances or enmities with him, and I will definitely not harm him for no reason. If he is not the mastermind, I will naturally support it." He has to leave whole and tail."

What he said was insinuating, but it was also watertight, which made it difficult for people to handle.Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Ye Heng glanced into the distance, and Gao Jiayi was still in the future, so he had to do everything possible to delay time: "Really? I don't know, an old man who doesn't even come out of the room very much, how did you suspect him?" On the head? How did you get your so-called evidence? Just break into the door and search directly? Don’t tell me you’re wandering in the street and see which words on the plaque are similar to the slander, so you want to beat and kill the shopkeeper? Send it to the official office?"

Ye Heng and Yin Jun's words were full of guns and sticks, and the two officers and servants next to each saw some tricks, and because they didn't want to offend, they simply stood aside and let them discuss to reach a conclusion.

But after the two quarreled, Gao's boat arrived. Gao Jiayi stood on the bow, pretending to be passing by, asked again from the official, and then said to the two: "Mr. Yin wants to get rid of the stigma. It's normal to be impatient, but this handwriting comes from the "Ling Fei Jing", not counting the old man's unique handwriting, directly naming people as suspects, it may ruin people's reputation."

Knowing that he was facing Ye Heng, Yin Jun retreated to advance, covered his mouth with his sleeves and coughed lightly: "My reputation doesn't matter, but my uncle is the supervisory censor, so I can't drag him down. The capital is so big, I don't care. It’s hard to find some clues by following the clues, so I’m so broken, I feel uneasy, maybe Brother Gao understands?”

Gao Jiayi nodded when he heard that he brought out the supervisory censor: "Of course I understand. It's just that this old man is unaccompanied, and he might not be able to stand the fright. Mr. Ye was only worried about this point before arguing with you. In my opinion, why don't we go to the government office together, you can ask the adults to investigate carefully, and I will guarantee that the old man will not be tortured to extract a confession, how about it?"

Before Yin Jun could answer, Ye Heng had already clapped his hands and replied: "This is a solution that balances both worlds, I agree!"

Now that they reached an agreement, Yin Jun had no choice but to agree that the three of them went to the government office together.

Mr. Fu Yin was promoted to the hall as usual, and Wu Juren didn't have to bow down because he had the status of a juren, so he stood at the bottom of the hall to answer.

He didn't have a few words to say, other than refusing to plead guilty, he just talked about the fact that the underworld servant searched his room and robbed his manuscript.

So Lord Fu Yin summoned the innkeeper and Xiaoer again, both of them said that they had not seen a large amount of paper in Wu Juren's room, nor did they see Wu Juren go out to buy paper.

Mr. Fu Yin glanced at the gloomy Yinjun, and asked again in a loud voice: "Are you all telling the truth? If I find out that there is a lie, I will definitely punish you severely!"

"Absolutely the truth!" The waiter and the shopkeeper posted together, "My shop takes care of Wu Juren for Mr. Ye, and the paper he uses is purchased by villains, and the quality is not comparable to the paper used for the slander!"

Mr. Fu Yin looked at the stack of slanderous articles in front of him, compared them with the few manuscripts that appeared in Wu Juren's room, and then announced: "After checking by the official, the two are indeed different. First find out the paper source of the defamatory article, and then make a decision."

Seeing that the interrogation was fruitless, Yin Jun interjected: "Wait a minute, my lord. I have already done some research on this paper. It is mica paper. It is more expensive because it can resist moisture. Although the paper used in the slanderous text has been cut, it is 1 There are more than [-] slanderous articles, and at least three to four thousand sheets of mica paper were used, and few people in the whole capital can buy so many at one go, so the scope has naturally narrowed down a lot."

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Heng who was standing next to Gao Jiayi, and continued: "I have already sent people to ask all the shops selling study rooms in the capital, and they will answer soon."

Fu Yin stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes: "How fast?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of wet shoes stepping on the ground outside the door, and Yin Jun smiled: "Here we come."

According to Yin Jun's request, Fu Yin announced the two people who came over, one of them was the servant of Yin Fu, and the other, a well-dressed woman, was the proprietress of an ink studio.

Regarding the sale of mica paper, the proprietress replied: "Recently, a strange thing happened in the women's shop. The two thick stacks of mica paper on the shelf disappeared, but there were a lot of silver and a bowl of pepper on the counter. If you add up the price, it’s enough to buy those papers, but I don’t know who did the business in such a sneaky way, the guys in the shop thought it was haunted, and asked me to ask a master to exorcise ghosts.”

As soon as the proprietress finished speaking, Yin Jun cupped his hands in front of the hall: "My lord, the matter is now very clear, ghosts, gods and demons cannot pay money, so this self-serving customer must be an insult to my reputation." Otherwise, why wouldn't he show his face?"

Lord Fu Yin nodded, and summoned two yamen servants: "Take a group of people to this lady's ink studio, and find a way to confirm the identity of the suspect before coming back!"

At this moment, Gao Jiayi glanced at Ye Heng, just wanting to make eye contact with him, but found that he was rubbing his chin thoughtfully, and at this time Yin Jun added: "My lord, there is one more thing. Since people can enter the locked shop without anyone noticing and take away thousands of sheets of paper, it must be some kind of obscene skill, maybe it is among those artists in the West Market."

"Your thinking is very reasonable." Fu Yin turned his head and told the yamen servant, "If you get clues, make the West Market artists the primary focus of investigation."

The yamen servants took orders and were about to leave when Yin Jun said "ah" again: "Speaking of West Market, I thought of someone who can help me."

Seeing that he was determined to provide the clues, Fu Yin felt that he could save a lot of things, so he asked: "Who is it?"

Yin Jun turned to look at Ye Heng, and smiled slightly: "Young Master Ye, Bai Long, who temporarily lives in your house, was once the top entertainer in West Market, I wonder if you can let him come up and talk about who in West Market might have What about that skill?"