Wait a minute, heroine

Ye Jingtang got off the carriage, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and looked up at the street.

Zhuji Street is surrounded by residential areas, mostly populated by middle-class people such as wealthy businessmen and retired petty officials. The streets are very neat. Behind the street, you can see the outline of the mansion with white walls and green tiles, as well as Liu Gui protruding from the branches.

At this time, an alley on the street was surrounded by many people, including scholars and foreign ministers, holding umbrellas and whispering to each other:

"Why did Mr. Zhao die?"

"I heard he was killed to steal his wealth."

"I have no children, and I still suffer from such misfortunes in my old age. It's really... Huh? What's going on?"

When the crowd heard the sound of the carriage, they turned around and looked shocked. They quickly retreated to the street and bowed their heads.

Ye Jingtang held the umbrella above the head of Dongfang Liren, who was wearing a silver python robe, and raised his hand to signal.

"..."

Dongfang Liren didn't know why. When he saw the Night Terror Hall, he recalled the 'new knowledge' he had just seen. He felt very uncomfortable and led the people to the alley without looking away.

Ye Jingtang walked beside him, paying attention to the surrounding disturbances. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he could see four detectives standing in front of a house deep in Qingshi Alley.

The Sanfa Si Yamen, commonly known as the "Six Gates", is an official judicial institution. The clothes are exactly the same as those of the Hei Yamen. The only difference is that the official officers have the word "Arrest" embroidered on their chests, while the Hei Yamen officers are regarded as "vigilantes" and do not have any decorations on their clothes.

The officers standing outside the house saw Prince Jing coming. One of them went in to report, while the others quickly came over and bowed and saluted:

"Greetings to Your Highness."

"No courtesy. I was passing through here and heard about a murder case. Come and have a look. What's going on?"

"Zhao De, a junior official from the Ministry of Industry who lives here, was killed by gangsters the day before yesterday. His body was not discovered until this morning..."

While talking, Ye Jingtang came to the door of the mansion.

The house has two entrances, and flowers and plants are planted in the first courtyard. However, most of it was destroyed at this time, and there were also scars on the courtyard walls and columns.

Five official officers were holding umbrellas to inspect the courtyard. A body covered with white cloth lay in the lobby. Several people walked out quickly. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a gauze hat. He wore a red official robe and an official sword, with sword-like eyebrows and tiger eyes. , looked quite majestic, and when he saw Prince Jing, he stopped and bowed his hands:

"Yu Wen Chengde, of humble rank, pays homage to Prince Jing."

Dongfang Liren walked into the crime scene, frowning in thought, and looked around:

"You will be busy with business first. It is not a trivial matter for an old official in the court to be killed at the feet of the emperor. We must solve the case as soon as possible and give an explanation to the court."

Yuwen Chengde knew that Prince Jing was going to intervene in the case, but he did not dare to say anything and nodded respectfully:

"Your humble position will surely live up to His Highness's high expectations."

After saying that, he returned to the house and continued to examine the body with him.

Dongfang Liren remained thoughtful, with his hands behind his back, he stopped under the courtyard wall. He seemed to understand everything, but he didn't say anything after watching for a long time.

Ye Jingtang stood beside him holding an umbrella. After waiting for a long time, he saw that Dongfang Liren did not respond, so he whispered:

"Isn't His Highness here to investigate the case?"

Dongfang Liren stood with his hands behind his back and responded in a low voice:

"How can a superior man do everything by himself? It is his duty to do the autopsy and pursue the murderer. I, the king, have the responsibility of supervision."

"Supervision...then what should I study?"

"You only know how to fight and kill. When encountering this kind of situation in the future, just like She Long, pretend to know very well and deal with it with casual words, and then ask and discuss in private, so as not to be looked down upon by your subordinates, or You gave the command blindly, leaving the people below in a dilemma and messing things up."

The last time Ye Jingtang was tested by Iron Arm Wuchang She Long's sword skills, it was obvious that She Long was an understanding brother, with a serious face full of nonsense.

At this time, he also understood the meaning - Benben came here to teach him how to be a leader who "puts his hands behind his back and bulging his belly to inspect and take credit for his achievements."

Ye Jingtang glanced at the Queen's waist from the corner of her eye - a jade belt around her waist, the size of an armful, and her belly could not be seen, but her posture of standing thoughtfully with her hands behind her back was quite a bit like Dee Renjie.

Night Terror Hall is a bit funny, but when you are at the scene of the crime, the deceased is not far away. In the spirit of the deceased, his expression is still very deep and serious.

Five officers carefully looked at the traces in the yard.

Yuwen Chengde was conducting an autopsy in the hall. Perhaps he felt that it was wrong to pay attention or ignore Prince Jing's presence, so he came to the front again and looked at the marks on the wall:

"After a low-level investigation, the murderer used a sword, but I haven't been able to confirm what kind of move the traces were left on. I wonder if your highness has any insights?"

The marks on the wall were left by the sword move 'White Crane Sweeping Tail'. Anyone with a bit of kung fu knowledge could spot the sword moves in the bad streets of Jianghu. Yuwen Chengde said this, obviously to give Prince Jing a sense of involvement.

Seeing Yuwen Chengde's long eyes, Dongfang Liren felt quite approving and explained seriously:

"The traces are caused by the sword move 'White Crane Tail Sweep'. Judging from the strength, the martial arts is not low..."

Originally, it was said that with Prince Jing's participation, he could return home.

Yuwen Chengde was "instructed" by Prince Jing. When he closed the case, he wrote Prince Jing's name first and wrote a letter praising "Prince Jing's eyes as bright as a torch and his ability to discern every detail." He would inevitably be cared for by Prince Jing in the future.

But before Yuwen Chengde had time to say, "I see, Your Highness, I appreciate it," he found the black-clothed guard standing behind Prince Jing, shaking his head and saying:

"Don't talk nonsense, this was cut with a knife."

? !

As soon as these words came out, the officials, gangsters and even the police officers in the courtyard fell silent.

Dongfang Liren's words stopped suddenly, the hands on his back tightened, and he glanced towards the Night Terror Hall.

(→_→)!

Yuwen Chengde's eyes twitched, and he thought to himself: Where did this lunatic come from? He dared to dismantle King Jing in front of him...

But when he looked back at Ye Jingtang's appearance, Yuwen Chengde understood clearly - he was so handsome, but he didn't dress like the son of a prince. He was most likely the male favorite brought out by Prince Jing to walk around. No wonder he spoke so freely...

Yuwen Chengde's face became serious and he gestured to the marks on the wall:

"I think His Highness is right. The marks on the swords are very different. Even the servants present thought they were sword marks. This young master said they were sword marks, but do you have any other opinions?"

Ye Jingtang opened his mouth because he was afraid that Benben's nonsense would be noticed by the professionals present, and that the atmosphere was not right, so he was shocked to realize that the courtyard was full of idiots.

Seeing everyone looking over, Ye Jingtang couldn't just follow the crowd and insist that he had seen it wrong. At that moment, he really explained to everyone:

"The traces are indeed left by the 'White Snake Sweeping the Tail', but they look very awkward. They say the sword is too heavy and the knife is too light. It seems that he is a master who has been using swords for many years. He uses a sword-like knife to attack the enemy with the sword... …”

? ?

The officials in the hospital gradually became confused.

Yuwen Chengde frowned and thought about it for a moment, feeling that these words were even more awkward, and asked:

"Where did you see this, Master?"

Ye Jingtang's judgment was based on his experience with knives all year round. He couldn't explain it in detail. He thought for a while and said:

"When you hold the knife for a long time, you can feel, um... the feeling of the knife!"

"..."

Yu Wencheng has been wielding official swords for more than 20 years and is older than Ye Jingtang. When he heard this, his eyes were complicated. If Prince Jing hadn't been present, he might have had to gesticulate with this nonsense boy.

Dongfang Liren knew how powerful Ye Jingtang was. Seeing that he was speaking so seriously, his eyes softened and he said seriously:

"In handling cases, we should rely on factual evidence and just feelings. As long as one mistake is made, it will be an unjust, false and wrong case. You said that you used a knife, can you give a definite explanation?"

Ye Jingtang thought for a moment, handed the umbrella to Dongfang Liren, and checked the traces on the flowers and trees in the yard...