The young man said loudly again: "I'm afraid you don't know the contemptible people yet. Contemptible Liu Hanfei. The down-and-out poet that Shicai said is a contemptible! When I was deceived, I was still working as a scribe for the great liar. Now don't you want me to name the liar? Ay! ……”

Jing Mo saw that Sima Yingyang's face was getting grayer and grayer, as if it was about to be like the hair under his hat. His hands gripped the back of his chair and gritted his teeth, as if there was some unspeakable pain. Could it be that Liu Hanfei's words really have anything to do with him?

The young man paused slightly, and then said, "That's it! I'll save him some face for the time being, and I'll just tell you about the collection of poems he cheated out of me. That's the "Selected Poems of Listening to Song" that has just been completed——"

"Ouch! ……”

Liu Hanfei's words were not finished, and after an "ouch", a chair flew straight towards Liu Hanfei's head.

Bang Dang!

The chair landed on the stepstone, and the boy was still sneering. Jing Mo looked back at the person who flew the chair, and it was actually the owner Sima Yingyang. The crowd left their seats, and they were in a mess. Some people were still waiting to step forward to solve the problem, when they suddenly saw Ying Yang take two steps forward, raise his fists, and burst out of his teeth with an angry roar: "You scoundrel! …… You—you beast! ……”

After scolding this, Yingyang's body could no longer support it, his upper body shook a few times, and he fell to the ground when he leaned back. It turned out that he had fainted because he was humiliated. As a result, the crowd became even more chaotic, and many people rushed over to help.

A girl with a good face and a slender figure suddenly came out from behind, this was Yingyang's daughter Sima Chunxi. She was supposed to accompany her female relatives in the study inside, because there was a sudden noise in the living room, and there was a sudden silence, so she came out to take a look.

Who knew that at this moment, she suddenly saw her father fall to the ground, so she hurriedly leaned down and picked him up tightly. Her puffy face was visibly frightened and apprehensive, but she only called "Father" softly, not saying a word.

At this time, one of the guests was in charge of the matter, and took a cold hand towel and put it on Yingyang's forehead, and the old man gradually woke up.

His eyelids opened, and when he saw him in his daughter's arms, he closed his eyes again, and two lines of tears flowed out. Jing Mo saw that the old man was unharmed, and his heart was slightly relieved, and then he remembered Liu Hanfei who was standing on the cusp of the limelight. But when he looked back, Liu Hanfei had already quietly slipped out when everyone was disturbed.

The next day was the twenty-ninth day of the first month.

Jing Mo reheated the mutton soup that Xiaoman gave him, tasted it with his wife Nanxing, and steamed the rolls he bought outside, all as breakfast.

Then, he talked to his wife Nanxing at home about the accident at Sima's house last night. Nanxing Pingsu admires Yingyang's poetic talent, and after listening to Jingmo's story, he seriously expressed her opinions.

Nanxing said: "I don't believe it. I had already read this newly published book "Selected Poems of Listening to Song" the day before yesterday. From my point of view, from paraphrasing, to technique, allusions, background, emotion. strung these together, plus my own feelings, it is clear that they are all Sima Yingyang's handwriting. I think there's something else going on. ”

Jing Mo said: "Yes, I see it that way too. So after I came out of Sima's house last night, I went to see Nie Xiaoman again. Nie Xiaoman also admires Ying Yang's works and people very much, so he cares about this matter very much. He also thinks that Sima Yingyang's usual ethics are very strict, and it is not like such a very unreasonable behavior. However, Ying Yang was slandered by Liu Hanfei, why didn't he say a word at that time, but used force to deal with him? That's also a suspicion. ”

"So, what is Lord Nie's opinion?"

He didn't dare to believe it. But it's not as adamantly denied as you do. ”

"I think there must be some kind of twist in this. Since you are Yingyang's poetry friend, you also have an unshirkable task to solve difficulties. You have to figure out why Liu Hanfei insulted this old poet like this after all. ”

"Yes. I'll go back and see Nie Xiaoman again, and discuss a way with him to come out. ”

So Jing Mo first wrote the record to be handed over, and when it was time to get married, he got dressed and prepared to see Nie Xiaoman. The miscellaneous servants were sent to the Criminal Department to report in. Jingmo stood still and flipped through it casually, and suddenly saw a line in the new case that said, there was a new homicide case in Jinling!

Jing Mo was shocked, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, so he hurriedly watched it.

"Liu Hanfei, a resident of No. 1 Deren Lane in Yixiang, was suddenly murdered last night. According to the landlord, a female homeowner surnamed Xie, it was past midnight when Han Fei returned home last night. He had spoken to her for a few words. This morning, someone brought him in, and found that he had been murdered.

"The murder was tragic. As far as the scene is concerned, the deceased seems to have been killed by someone with a stone drum kick, so the deceased's face is blurred with flesh and blood, and his appearance is tragic. The clothes on the deceased's body were intact, and the jadeite and rings were not lost at all. However, two of his desk drawers were open, and the papers inside were cluttered, as if someone had turned them over.

"The deceased is now twenty-five years old, has not yet married a wife, and had been working as a scribe in Sima Yingyang's house until he resigned ten days ago. This case is now under the responsibility of Feng Zizhou, the general judge of the Yamen. Details of progress will be reported later. ”

This record attracted Jing Mo's attention. Liu Hanfei went to Sima Yingyang's house last night to make a fuss, why was he killed that night? As far as common sense is concerned, isn't Sima Yingyang in a position of suspicion? But when I thought about it, I laughed again. There are often unexpected coincidences in the world. If you only rely on one-sided speculation, you will take the liberty of making arbitrary decisions, which will inevitably lead to a lack of calm attitude.

Jing Mo put down the report of the Criminal Department, and was going to discuss it with Nie Xiaoman. However, it was a coincidence, when it came to Nie Xiaoman's gluttonous cat zhai, Xiaoman said that he had accepted Feng Zizhou's request for Feng Tong's judgment, and was going to go to an alley Deren to investigate, so the two of them rushed to the front and back of the sedan chair respectively, who knew that Jingmo's sedan chair walked quite slowly.

When Jingmo arrived there, Nie Xiaoman was standing at the door talking with Feng Zizhou, who was short and broad, wearing small wings and black yarn, wearing a large-collared complement suit, and stepping on black boots.

Feng Zizhou greeted Jing Mo and told Jing Mo that he had been investigating for a long time, and the only and slim clue he had obtained was that a street patrol named Kenan was patrolling the streets, and before noon last night, he saw a woman walking out of Deren with a package. The only thing that caught his attention was that the woman wore a black fox scarf around her neck, and he didn't see her face clearly, and he didn't know if she had gone out of the house where the crime occurred. He felt that this case was clueless, so of course he could only ask Xiaoman for help. He also explained that Dali Temple arrived very early, and Liu Hanfei's body had been transferred to the coroner's office.

Jing Mo asked Nie Xiaoman, "Have you already examined the corpse?" ”

Nie Xiaoman shook his head and said, "No, I just arrived." The corpse had been removed by noon by the servants of the palace. ”

Feng Zizhou said: "When I came earlier, I had already experienced the corpse once. The man probably died with his skull broken, and died a terrible death, his face and forehead were struck like meat sauce by heavy objects, and his flesh was blurred and terrible. If you want to look, you can go to the coroner's office after midnight tomorrow. Now that the blood on the floor has not been washed off, we can take a look. ”