Xiao Ye first sent Wang Feihu and a team of people to the Ming family, disguised as servants to guard the courtyard, and personally protect the girls of the Ming family.

He also came to Dali Temple in person and called for the secondment of Fang Zhengyi to the patrol camp.

At that time, the Minister of Dali Temple looked confused:

Where did His Highness Ninth Prince hear the name of this ninth-grade junior secretary?

Fang Zhengyi had only been employed at Dali Temple for a year, and was only responsible for organizing and filing files. He had never even handled a single case.

He has no connections in the family, so who recommended him to His Highness the Ninth Prince?

The Minister of Dali Temple was doubtful, but His Highness Ninth Prince was notoriously bad-tempered, so he did not dare to ask, so he could only be obedient to others.

Simply put, Fang Zhengyi was not an important figure, so the handover was quickly completed.

Faced with His Highness Ninth Prince's promotion and kindness, Fang Zhengyi naturally worked very hard.

Soon all the portraits of the people who bought Nanpinzhai's top-grade rice paper were identified.

They all come from prestigious mansions in the capital, and they are either rich or noble.

Xiao Ye judged that there was a person with a thousand faces in disguise who bought it under his name.

Sure enough, the portrait is useless.

However, within one year, the residence that purchased the most high-quality rice paper was not the home of literati, but a brothel called Hongxiu Pavilion. It was strange.

Xiao Ye was very puzzled and asked,

"Why does a brothel buy so much high-quality rice paper? Is there something fishy here?"

Fang Zhengyi answered solemnly,

"Back to Your Highness Ninth Prince, Wei Chen has investigated and found out that there are four talented women in Hongxiu Pavilion, Chun Yun, Xia Xi, Qiu Yue, and Dong Yao.

All of them are beautiful, proficient in poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they are good at their crafts without selling themselves.

It attracted talented people from the capital to linger around and spend huge sums of money, just to be able to recite poems and paint with him.

Those rice papers are all consumed normally. "

Xiao Ye nodded with satisfaction. Fortunately, Fang Zhengyi was quite capable when he was young at this time and he did not disappoint me.

"Keep investigating. If you find anything, report to me immediately."

Fang Zhengyi stood there, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Xiao Ye couldn't help showing a look of disdain:

I never thought that the Iron-faced Judge was such a coward when he was young. When you were older in your previous life, you were a person who was willing to sacrifice your own life to severely sentence my beloved general.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

Fang Zhengyi bit his lip and spoke with difficulty.

"I, your humble servant, seemed to see Lord Mo go to Hongxiu Pavilion.

Although he was wearing a veil, judging by his figure, he should be pretty close ... "

Xiao Ye naturally thought that Mr. Mo was Mo Jingchen's uncle, and said angrily with disdain:

"That old guy Mo Ziyuan! He loves his wife as much as she loves him in public, but he goes in and out of brothels privately! Keep an eye on him, I will take off his official hat sooner or later!"

Fang Zhengyi hesitated, looking embarrassed.

"It's not Lord Mo, it's Lord Mo."

Mr. Xiao Mo?

Xiao Ye naturally shifted his target to Mo Jingchen's cousin, Mo Jingyan.

That bad guy bullied Mo Jingchen a lot in the Mo Mansion.

Xiao Ye gritted his teeth and said,

"I have known for a long time that Mo Jingyan is no longer a good bird!

This time, he will definitely fall into my hands!

You immediately reveal this matter to his father-in-law, so that he can't bear to eat and walk away! "

Fang Zhengyi lowered his head silently, his drooping arms grasped the skirts of his clothes on both sides, looking a little at a loss.

Xiao Ye's temper flared up, and he said impatiently:

"Why are you being so shy? You're like a woman. If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now!"

Fang Zhengyi gritted his teeth again, took a deep breath, and spoke as if he had made a great decision:

"That Little Mo seems to be Mo Jingchen ... "

When Xiao Ye heard this, veins popped up on his forehead and he cursed.

"Fuck you!"

Xiao Ye would rather believe that he went to the brothel than believe that Mo Jingchen would go there.

Fang Zhengyi knelt down in panic, showing a resolute and persistent look, and said stubbornly:

"I dare not speak nonsense, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Xiao Ye knew Fang Zhengyi.

He has excellent eyesight, a delicate mind, a tight mouth, and is steady in his work. If it's not something he's sure about, he won't speak rashly.

However, I know Mo Jingchen better, why would he go to a brothel?

How could he carry me to a place like that!

Xiao Ye was so angry that his eyes were about to burst, and there was a hint of scarlet at the end of his eyes. He clenched his fists, his joints turned white from the exertion, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Then, his peach blossom eyes shot out a murderous aura and looked at Fang Zhengyi who was kneeling on the ground:

This guy must be too young now and doesn't have the ability he had when he was the minister of Dali Temple in his previous life!

I read it wrong!

This damn stupid young man! How dare you give Mo Jingchen a shit basin!

Fang Zhengyi was keenly aware of the cold murderous intention coming from His Highness the Ninth Prince, and added,

"Perhaps Mr. Mo also went to investigate the case ... "

Xiao Ye calmed down a little after hearing this.

"He must be going to investigate the case! He's investigating his, you're investigating yours, don't interfere with him!"

"yes!"

Fang Zhengyi stood up and quickly left this dangerous place.

At that time, Xiao Ye realized that he had clenched his fist too hard, his nails had pierced the flesh, and his palms were bleeding.

I'm so irritable, I almost punched Fang Zhengyi's head to pieces ...

In my new life, I should get rid of my impulsive and bad temper.

But ...

Mo Jingchen's temperament is not as cold and ascetic as he appears. Did he really go to Red Sleeve Pavilion?

Spring rhyme, summer sun, autumn moon, winter Yao?

Four talented women? Stunning appearance?

As soon as you hear these names, you can tell that they don’t look very good!

Isn't it just chess, music, calligraphy and painting, dancing, writing and ink? What catches your eyes?

I want to go see what there is to see!

Am I good-looking?

In the Red Sleeve Pavilion at that time.

Anu, the master of Hongxiu Pavilion, was respectfully reporting to Mo Jingchen about the daily life of the Ming family girl in the backyard of Hongxiu Pavilion.

"Reply to the sect master,

Miss Ming has been deaf and mute since she was a child. She spends all day in her room, learning embroidery from her nanny Yan Pozi, and never goes out.

Mrs. Yan, on the other hand, would go out to the yard from time to time to do some activities, and then go back after a cup of tea.

Moreover, Mrs. Yan is a talkative person. She greets everyone she meets. The maids and servants in the backyard have all spoken to her.

Besides, on the first day she came, she had to drink a few jars of strong wine, and then there was nothing more. "

Mo Jingchen stood quietly by the window, with his back to Anu. He was dressed in white clothes, standing tall and tall, with a myriad of manners.

You don't need to look at his face to know that this man is one of the most beautiful in the world.

Mo Jingchen put one hand behind his back and opened a gap in the curtain with the other. He was looking down at the people in the courtyard with his lowered eyes.

This person is none other than Mrs. Yan who serves Miss Ming.

When I met the boy passing by with his swill in hand, he still greeted me warmly.

"Brother, you are at work~"

"Yes~" the boy replied and smiled.

Mo Jingchen lowered the curtains, turned around, his eyes dim and unclear, and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Yan, are you from the capital?"