Husband, Have Dinner

In the prison, they were arguing with the jailer. They always refused to bring Mochizuki up. The conversation might have to be squatting in the cell.

"Who, send a few oil lamps in, how do you record this black and dark, how can I see the expression of the prisoner to know if she is lying?" Mo Xingle went into the prison and his temper became worse. After a while, he asked to add candles. Fill in the oil lamp, and then let the stools go again, and then start questioning when I feel comfortable.

The candle light dissipated the darkness of the cell, and A Yao also saw the haggard Mochizuki, her face was not good, and there was blood residue on her lips.

"Master Mochizuki." A Yao shook Mochizuki's hand, "You have to hold on, your family is waiting for you, and we will try our best to prove your innocence and save you."

"En." Mochizuki smiled.

"Except you can't see your five fingers here, the people beside you are not too bad." The candlelight lit up, and Mo Xingle looked around. There were beddings, not brand new, but not shabby. There was no unpleasant smell in the cell, even the floor was laid. The straw seems to have been taken care of, and it is comfortable to lie down.

"It's nothing if money can make ghosts go around." Mochizuki said.

Okay, he probably understands the reason why A Yao is so generous, his master and disciple come from the same line.

Mo Xingle asked, Mochizuki answered, maybe she stayed in a dark environment for a long time, but she didn't respond as wisely as before.

"That's it..."

"Wait, I have something to ask." Ayao stopped Mo Xingle quickly, Mo Xingle had no objection, and sat back again.

"Master, who made this menu? Is there no problem with the materials after changing the menu?"

"The banquet was when the prefect Zhou Qingtuo invited me to the table banquet. Mrs. Qin ordered the menu. She likes flowers. There must be at least two cauliflowers on the designated table. The menu was sent to the prefect, Zhou Qing and Mrs. Qin in advance. There was no problem. The materials that were replaced later were okay, I checked them all."

Mo Xingle was listening, interjecting and asked, "What kind of dishes are you changing?"

"A ginseng chicken soup, this soup is tonic. The maid came to me and told me that Zhou Qing had a bad cough and asked me to cook Chuanbei stewed pears. Because I didn’t know whether Zhou Qing was typhoid, this soup was removed and replaced with Keping. The lean meat of daylily for panting and relieving cough. The other is fried venison with scallions, which is warm in nature, nourishes the spleen and qi, and aphrodisiac, because I saw someone feed the cat with the hand that has cooked venison, and then continue to cook the venison. , I felt sick, so I replaced it with Sanxian assorted."

Mo Xingle is not surprised by Mochizuki’s "extravagance". Every famous cook has a more or less quirk. Mochizuki is serious about cooking and cannot contain a single piece of sand in his eyes. The testimony of several people can explain this. It should be impossible for her to poison her own cooking.

"Apart from this, did anything else happen? It doesn't matter how big or small, you talk about everything in the kitchen of Qin's house during this day."

After a long while, Mochizuki said with some uncertainty, "When changing the dishes, Mrs. Qin had hoped that one of the dishes would be phoenix-winged boletus, but I did not agree."

"Why don't you agree? It's not easy to change this dish temporarily?"

“I’m not familiar with the fungus from southern Yunnan. My father said that if the boletus is not cooked well, there is a risk of poisoning, making people trance, and seeing gold stars all over the ground. Dance. I have never cooked phoenix-winged porcini mushrooms, so I didn't agree to make this dish." Mochizuki said calmly.

"There are villains from the Lilliputian country dancing..." Mo Xingle was a little expectant after thinking about it, but business matters, so he put away the urge to die. "There is nothing else."

"there is none left."

"Then first, Xiao Yaozhu, are you interested in going back to the Yamen with me?" Mo Xingle asked.

The so-called sitting is to organize information and reason about the case.

Mo Xingle left the two catchers and A Yao, found a room in the Yamen to discuss, and ran for two consecutive days. After listening to all the relevant personnel, the two catchers were supposed to be "drinking so it was triggered." "Death" has no comment.

It's just this wine, only Zhou Qingcai knows where to drink it.

Since hearing Zhou Yu’s words, A Yao had a vague conjecture in her heart, like a thread connecting the scattered rice beads. After Nanxun’s journey through the prison, A Yao had six conjectures about this conjecture. Seventy percent sure.

They have already set the goal outside Qin’s house, to investigate the restaurant and teahouse on the road from Qin’s house to Zhou’s house, Ayao couldn’t help but say, “Don’t you think there is a secret relationship between Zhou Qing and Mrs. Qin?”

The three of them looked dumbfounded.

"..."

"Hahaha, do you think little Yaozhu a little too much?" Mo Xingle laughed and messed up A Yao's hair. "You are still young, and you still don't understand the issues between men and women."

"I see, you are still a single dog, and you are most likely to be an orphan." A Yao smoothed her tousled hair and said quietly.

"You kid, you are not cute anymore, how can you talk like that." Mo Xingle pretended to be angry, although he didn't understand the meaning of single-born dog and Zhuansheng, it was not a good word to judge from A Yao's context.

A Yao sighed, and then took out the confessions of shopkeeper Gao, maid Liuer, and Master Mochizuki, and placed them in front of them. "Look, shopkeeper Gao said, he arrived at Qin's house in the evening and waited at the door for other visitors to go in together again-because he knew To avoid suspicion, he didn't wait for Boss Zhou to come to Cao's house. After entering, he discovered that Zhou Qing was already inside and was eating Chuanbei stewed pears. What does this mean?"

"He had already sat down in Qin's house at least half an hour ago." Mo Xingle Mosuo chin.

Mochizuki’s confession said that before the banquet, the maid Liu’er said that Zhou Qing had a bad cough, so she would first dissolve a loquat ointment for him to take to ease it, and then proceed to prepare Chuanbei stewed pears. From this calculation, he was before the evening. Maybe he was already sitting in Qin's house.

Mo Xingle "Look, the prefects, salt merchants, spice merchants, restaurant shopkeepers, and newly wealthy merchants who have moved here, gathered together. They said it was a small gathering, but it was actually a bit of news in advance. Maybe Zhou Qing has something to discuss with Mrs. Qin. , So I arrived early."

"Master has been behind closed doors for thanking guests this month, and refused all invitations. For Zhou Qingtuo's relationship with the prefect, if he hadn't sent invitations from the prefect, Master Mochizuki would not go to Qin's house to cook. The post is still at home. Borrowing The prefect, Zhou Qing hosted a banquet, but why did the menu design be handled by Mrs. Qin and the banquet was held in the Qin’s house? Is it because the Zhou family does not have a decent living room, or Mrs. Reason, don't you feel confused about this?"

A Yao continued to ask, but Mo Xingle touched her nose and couldn't answer.

They have been to the Zhou family, the layout and decoration resemble the style and rules of the capital.

Mrs. Zhou has also seen that after the Zhou family lost its male owner, the whole family did not lose order. A woman who had to go to court and deal with Zhou Qing’s affairs, she also took three sons and took care of eight aunts. ……Will you be unable to host the middle feed? Speaking out of laughter.

"Maybe Mrs. Qin is careful, and she is a businessman who often deals with other businessmen. She understands their tastes so she let Mrs. Qin take charge? The half pavilion in her courtyard is particularly elegant, and she used her place to hold a banquet." Say quickly, Nanxun's rich private courtyard has different styles, and sometimes if you want to hold a small banquet, you can discuss with the host to rent out the view of his courtyard for half a day.

Ayao dragged on for a long time. The first time she heard that she could still do this, but she still refused to give up. The liver mushrooms are unfamiliar and I dare not rush to cook. How did Mrs. Qin know about the phoenix-winged boletus?"

"Oh, Zhou Qing was there, maybe he wanted to eat, Mrs. Qin is only a person who spreads the word, do you read more about the script, what is in your little head?" Mo Xingle nodded Ayao's head. , Jokingly said, "Well, suppose the two of them have a secret relationship. Why did Mrs. Qin attack Zhou Qing, why did he want to blame Wangyue? Is there any evidence that Mrs. Qin poisoned Zhou Qing? She poisoned Zhou Qing. where?"

Mo Xingle raised a few doubts.

Ayao racked her brains to recall the scenes she had seen in Qin's house, her inspiration flashed "Yes! There is really a little bit!"