Chapter 11

There was no expression on the straight young man's face: "never seen."

"Which state capital does Fuping County belong to?"

"It's Qujiang mansion." The middle-aged man said: "it's just Qujiang Prefecture, but it's too far away. Qujiang Prefecture can't manage it. Apart from paying taxes every year, Fuping County and several surrounding counties are all in charge of their own. For so many years, it has become a rule."

The old man said to himself, "is Fu Zichen the official of Qujiang mansion?"

"It's Lord Fu. Speaking of it, this year is the third year that Lord Fu has been in the position of Qujiang Fuyin. According to the rules, he should go to Beijing and transfer at the end of the year."

In order to avoid corruption and bribery, local officials below the third grade are transferred every three years. This has been the rule of Qingyun state for many years, starting from the generation of Taizu.

"Yes." The old man looked at the young man beside him and said, "ah Ling, follow me. The murderer is cunning and changeable. Don't let Mr. Liu get hurt. He's interesting. I'd like to talk to him."

What did the old man mean by talking? The young man knew that he bowed his head and walked to the gate.

The two guards stopped him at once: "what are you doing?"

The young man got wind under his feet. In a blink of an eye, he went around the back of the yamen runner, and his sword fell quickly. Before the yamen runner fainted, he hit another man in the same way.

The two yamen servants fell to the ground. The young man waved his sleeves and walked out of the Yamen.

The middle-aged servant saw that the young man had disappeared completely and asked, "Sir, you look for Mr. Liu, but you want him to..."

The old man gave him a squint.

The middle-aged servant immediately lost his legs and knelt down on the ground: "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry. Please punish me."

The old man strolled to the county chair in the high hall, sat down, picked up a Book of Fuping County classics, looked at it and said: "get up, go out, don't kneel and attract people's eyes."

"Yes." Middle aged servants should be honest, but secretly wipe sweat.

As Liu Wei expected, the murderer who had been chasing him for nearly a month found a hunting house on the mountain road near Lijia village. It was no one else in the house. It was the son of village head Li. But when he saw himself, the master was stunned.

"How is he!"

"What's the problem?" Liu Wei asked.

The master's eyes are strange: "this is Li Yong, the eldest son of village head Li, but he is a fool. Li Yong is born to be a fool. A man in his thirties has only the intelligence of a few years old. How can he be a murderer?"

Liu Wei's eyes narrowed, looking at the middle-aged man in the room surrounded by yamen servants. His face was full of confusion, and his eyebrows and heart were slightly wrinkled.

"Mr. Liu, is there any mistake? He should It's not the killer. " The master said with a little hesitation: "although Li Yong heard that he followed his uncle's rice cart to work in other places for a while ago, he was not in Lijia village for a while, but in his mind, he could not even count, and would kill? Or go to Qujiang mansion to kill people? "

Just then, a yamen servant shouted in the room, "there is a cellar here. Well, it stinks. There is a corpse in it!"

The county Lord and the master hurried in.

Liu Wei stares at Li Yong in the middle of the room, walks over and slowly asks, "what's your name?"

Li Yong blinked, dirty face, suddenly opened a smile, smiling and shouting: "daughter in law."

Liu Wei eyebrows a pick, pupil tight.

"Don't be angry, Mr. Liu," said the yamen runner's cough in his ear. "This fool doesn't know people, and he doesn't know men and women. He's shouting."

A big man is called a daughter-in-law. Who can be happy? Although Mr. Liu looks really beautiful and meaningful and looks like a woman from afar, he has no chest.