Chapter 11 (5)

Just after noon, Chen Huai and a jailer who delivered food came to Di Jinghui's prison. Di Jinghui silently leaned against the corner of the wall, drooping his head, and unable to see his face. Chen Huai walked over and called softly: "Brother Jinghui." Di Jinghui did not react at all, and did not move. The jailer carrying a food box spoke: "Di Jinghui, you have dinner." The voice was not high, but Di Jinghui suddenly raised his head and stared at the jailer. Li Yuanfang calmly faced his gaze and walked to Di Jinghui. At this time, Di Jinghui He was completely awake, and he looked at Chen Huai nervously, then looked at Li Yuanfang, and moved his lips: "Li Yuanfang, Chen Huai, is it you? Did my father ask you to come? Do you want to let me out?!" Chen Huai replied in a low voice: "Brother Jinghui, we are here to save you." Di Jinghui was stunned for a moment, and got up from the ground, pulled Chen Huai's arm and was about to walk out. Chen Huai hurriedly said: "Brother Jinghui! Don't be busy, take off your coat first." Di Jinghui looked at Chen Huai with confusion. Li Yuanfang had already taken off the prison guard. The clothes were handed to Di Jinghui: "You wear this. Give me your clothes." Di Jinghui took a step back, his face turned red suddenly. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak so hard that he could not speak. He silently took off his robe and handed it to Li Yuanfang, but his eyes never contacted him. Li Yuanfang didn't care at all, and he quickly changed into Di Jinghui's robe, looked down, and it fit. Di Jinghui next to him was also dressed as a prison guard. Chen Huai and Li Yuanfang looked at each other and nodded silently. Chen Huai led Di Jinghui out of the prison. A prison guard next to him came over to hang the lock and retreated to the duty room outside. Li Yuanfang looked around and saw a pile of hay in the narrow prison room, and there was nothing but it. A candle was lit on the table outside the prison room. Li Yuanfang moved the hay to another dark corner, just to avoid the faint light of the candle. He nodded with satisfaction, hid the Youlan Sword in the hay, lay up by himself, curled up facing the wall, and laid his body under his head, and fell asleep in a while.

In the suburbs of Bingzhou, Hate Yingshan Villa.

In the main hall on the hillside of Heiying Mountain Villa, Zhang Changzong sat in the middle of the white jade collapse. His handsome face was a little pale, which added a lovable look. Feng Danqing was inside the chair. Today, the woman put on a bright red dress, and her face was as beautiful as the color of her clothes. She sat on the chair with a demeanor, staring at Zhang Changzong intoxicatedly, without any concealing her full admiration.

Zhang Changzong looked at her and lowered his voice: "Wu Zhifei and Di Renjie have arrived at the gate of the villa, please calm down."

Feng Danqing seemed to have not heard it, and still looked confused. Zhang Changzong's face changed. Just as the hall gate was about to break out, Zhuang Ding led Wu Zhifei and Di Renjie into the hall. When Zhang Changzong saw it, he quickly changed his arrogant expression, and simply leaned back and looked down on the two of them condescendingly.

Wu Zhifei suppressed his disgust and came to the couch to bow and bow: "Wu Zhifei, the leader of the Inner Guard Pavilion, met with the imperial envoy."

Zhang Changzong said hello, but his eyes were staring at Di Renjie and said sarcastically: "Mr. Di Ge, how long hasn't been seen? Why does it seem like he is much older? Your Majesty finally let you retire and return home, but you have become like this. Isn't it that disappointing the emperor's will?"

Di Renjie smiled faintly and replied with embarrassment: "The old minister wants to live up to the will of the emperor, but there are always people who refuse to let the old minister live. Just now, even Mrs. Feng, who is here today, has caused many problems for the old minister."

Feng Danqing shivered, and finally closed the gaze that had been locked on Zhang Changzong's face, turned to Di Renjie, and said leisurely: "Mr. Di, I'm embarrassed to mention it if you don't say it. How did you investigate my husband's case? Why haven't I heard any news in the past two days?"

Di Renjie smiled and said, "I have news here."

Zhang Changzong and Feng Danqing couldn't help but exchanged glances. Zhang Changzong said coldly: "Fan Qixin and Feng Danqing gave medicine to the emperor. The emperor sent this imperial envoy to Bingzhou this time. One of the tasks was to reward Hei Yingshan Villa heavily. Unexpectedly, Mr. Fan was killed. Master Di Ge, I heard that you took on this case and have the result of the investigation?"

"I have already said just now that there is good news to Mrs. Feng and the imperial envoy."

"Then let's talk about it."

Di Renjie's tone was very calm: "Sir, the imperial envoy, this cabinet has found the culprit of killing Fan Qixin, that person..." He paused, a sarcastic cold light flashed in his eyes, and he slowly continued: "That person is Mrs. Feng Danqing."

Feng Danqing jumped from the chair in shock, his face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Di, Lord Di, you are simply slandering!"

Zhang Changzong's voice also changed: "Di Renjie, is there any evidence for you to say that?"

Di Renjie smiled and said, "The evidence is very simple. It is the body that Mrs. Feng has collected in the small house next to Shibuting. Mrs. Feng, should someone take someone to pull the body here?"

"You!" Feng Danqing caught off guard and was a little panicked.

Zhang Changzong said: "Mr. Di, just say it. I can't stand it."

"Okay, that doesn't matter. Let me talk about it. This pavilion was invited by Mrs. Feng to Heying Villa for autopsy four days ago. At that time, what I saw was the body of a gentle old man, with a fatal knife wound on his neck. Mrs. Feng told me that Fan Qixin was injured by someone on Shibu Pavilion. Before he died, he asked her to come to me and asked the government not to intervene. This statement seemed to match the situation of the body, but in fact, this pavilion discovered a major problem at that time."

"Oh, what's the problem?"

"There is a problem with the knife wound on the neck. At that time, I asked Yuan Fang to see the knife wound, and we all agreed afterwards that the deceased must have died immediately under such a knife wound. It is absolutely impossible to say what Mrs. Feng said, 'Don't call the government and look for Di Huaiying'." Di Renjie observed Feng Danqing's pale face and smiled and said with a smile: "Mrs. Feng, if you want to move flowers and trees next time, you must pay attention to the details and don't make such obvious mistakes again." He continued: "A simple mistake means that Mrs. Feng is lying. Either the scene of Fan Qixin's death she said is fake, or the body is not Fan Qixin at all.

! Our cabinet and Fan Qixin are old friends, but they have not dated Fan Qixin for many years and I really can't remember his appearance. However, our cabinet later learned from Di Jinghui and Lu Yanran that Mrs. Feng had not allowed them to see Fan Qixin's body since Fan Qixin's death, and they were absolutely able to recognize the authenticity of the body, which only shows that Mrs. Feng was guilty. In addition, Lu Yanran also confirmed to our cabinet that Fan Qixin's face was thick and dark, and looked like an old farmer, which was a thousand miles apart from the appearance of the elegant and elegant man with white and fine face that Mrs. Feng let me see. Based on these situations, our cabinet has enough reason to conclude that Mrs. Feng was definitely not the real Fan Qixin's body."
Chapter completed!