Husband, Have Dinner

When the time came, Mo Xingle walked out of the yamen together with yesterday's yamen arresters.

He changed a set of clothes on his body, and there was a vague smell of fat. Looking at the few people behind, all of them were full of energy. When they saw A Yao, they smiled at her. It can be seen that Mo Xingle was really in place yesterday.

Fifty-two taels paid in exchange for four official posts to run errands for a few days, it's worth it!

"Little Yaozhu, you have been waiting for a long time, let's go."

On the way, Mo Xingle told her the information he had obtained from Wozuo, "...It is not arsenic, nor rat poison, it may be poisoned to death caused by food conflict."

"Here is the food list. Every time Master is invited to a banquet, he will know in advance the preferences and taboos of the guests present. She said whether the banquet is successful or not, whether the guests eat happily or not accounts for a small part. Come on the excitement, and return after defeat. The ingredients on the food list do not conflict. You can take the food list and ask other cooks or cooks in the restaurant."

Ayao handed over the food sheet-she copied another copy. The confession from Qin's house is now in the Yamen, and the two food sheets before and after the revision will also become part of the evidence.

"Well, yesterday I heard the maid said that there are five people at a table and four of them are not allowed to drink. She knew that there was no problem with the Qin’s kitchen. Then you have to ask the treasurer Gao and the prefect. It’s not clear if Zhou Qing has it. Drinking, what kind of wine is being drunk, and whose is it."

The alcohol on the autopsy became the key to solving the case.

When the shopkeeper Gao saw A Yao coming, he thought she had figured it out. An old face smiled and bloomed. Who knew that A Yao was still behind a few government servants. Suddenly his hands and feet were stiff, he swallowed his saliva hard, and greeted him, arching his hands and asking, "How many The official is going to hit the tip? The small shop has fresh lotus root tips. It's the best to eat in this sultry day."

"It's not here to play the tip, if there are boxes, I want to ask you something." Mo Xingle said.

Shopkeeper Gao lowered his eyes, his gaze flicked from the double iron whip pinned to Mo Xingle's waist, and he hurriedly smiled, "Yes, please."

They went upstairs as a group, and the diners who knew each other in the store whispered, "Isn't there a problem in the store? I only heard that something happened to Zuixianlou a few days ago. What happened these days?"

"It shouldn't be. If there is a problem, the shopkeeper Gao will be taken away from the store on the spot."

"That is how the matter?"

"Isn’t that kid the little owner of a sweet cake shop? He is also a little boss. I heard people say that Zuixianlou is a restaurant under the name of Mochizuki. Now Mochizuki is still locked in Nanxun’s jail. Case. Alas, I heard that Mochizuki is still the daughter of the former imperial chef. It's really a pity."

The words of the diners came to Mo Xingle's ears, he paused, and went into the box with shopkeeper Gao.

The two yamen guarded outside the door, and the two arresters stood on the left and the right of Mo Xingle respectively. A Yao was ready to write, and the shopkeeper saw the posture of these three courts, and the shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat. He is not guilty. I'm nervous.

"can I help you?"

"Don't be nervous, we are here to ask the shopkeeper a few questions. If the shopkeeper is willing to cooperate, it won't hinder you much time; but if the shopkeeper fools us... then we have to spend time with you." Mo Xingle first beat one. Fan, just started to get into the topic

"Thank you, the shopkeeper, tell me what you did all day at the banquet."

The small banquet did not start until the evening. In the morning, he settled the accounts in the shop as usual. After lunch, he saw that there were not many people in the shop, so he went to the bathhouse to take a bath, went home and changed his clothes, and arrived at Qin's house in the evening.

Mo Xingle Yu Guang glanced at A Yao's record to follow his question, and then asked, "Who did you see when you arrived at Qin's house? Do you know the order in which they came?"

Shopkeeper Gao recalled, “The banquet was in Qin’s house. Mrs. Qin was a female generation. It’s not suitable to visit too early, and it’s not good if it’s too late. So he waited at the door for Boss Zhou to come in, but he didn’t wait for Boss Zhou to come in. When the storm arrived, I followed him in—unexpectedly, Boss Zhou was the first one of us to arrive, and the time for the prefect to start the banquet should be Youshi."

Well? The greasy treasurer Gao still knew to avoid suspicion, it was not suitable to go in alone, and Zhou Qing, who was stronger than him, could not understand this truth.

"What was the deceased doing?"

"He was drinking Chuanbei stewed pears." Shopkeeper Gao said, "Before I went in, I heard boss Zhou's hissing cough. It was only after drinking Chuanbei stewed pears that he slowly didn't cough."

Mo Xingle asked him to continue, asking what food he had that day.

After so many days, shopkeeper Gao couldn't remember very clearly, only the three fresh assorted dishes, which were delicious, and the honey-flavored fire recipe.

"Did you drink at the table?"

"No." Shopkeeper Gao was affirmed, saying the same things as Qin's maid Liuer.

"What about after the banquet, such as apologizing or something?" Mo Xingle followed his instructions. Shopkeeper Gao thought for a while, and it seemed that there really was. Said it was made from Boss, I drank a drink with the prefect. The adults thought it tasted weak, but his complexion improved a lot."

"Has the wine been given to the prefect?"

"No."

Leaving the Gaojia restaurant, A Yao felt a few drops of water falling on her head. Looking up at the sky, dark clouds are surging, falling from the sky, one by one wetting the ground like a thread.

"It is going to rain."

"As long as you run fast enough, the rain won't get you on you, go to Zhou's house." Mo Xingle wrapped the treasurer's confession with oily paper, three layers inside and three layers outside, and ran away.

When he arrived at Zhou's house, the rain curtain completely isolated the house and the outside, it was gray and the shadow of the tree could not be seen.

As usual, the Zhou family members were separated for questioning one by one, and the rain curtain also played a sound insulation effect.

When it was Zhou Yu’s turn, she recalled that “that night, I was awakened. He stumbled and rammed into the room, I went to help him, touched his back and was all sweaty, and at first I could talk and let me go to the doctor. Then I started coughing, convulsing, vomiting and coughing. Later, I couldn't move my whole body. When my body tilted one side, I suddenly disappeared!"

He didn't wait for the doctor until he died.

Zhou Yu mentioned that she still remembered that Zhou Qing died in her arms, her eyes widened. When she closed her eyes, it was the scene of that night, "My lord, please be sure to find out the culprit!"

"I will. Was there alcohol on his body when he came back?"

"Alcoholic?" Zhou Yu thought, and shook his head hesitantly. That was contaminated, didn't Mochizuki plant a lot of roses." Speaking of the back, Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows, looking at A Yao both contemptuously and provocatively.

A Yao didn't want to care about her. It was not her fault that Master Mochizuki was beautiful.

"Does the deceased have something to avoid, or a food that he particularly likes to eat?"

"Well, he likes venison and boletus."

Finally, they came to Nanxun prison.