The tall young man had no expression on his face: "I haven't seen it before."

"Which prefecture is Fuping County belonging to?"

"Your Madam Hui, it's Qujiang Mansion." The middle-aged man said, "But it's Qujiang Mansion, but it's too far away, and Qujiang Mansion basically doesn't manage it here. Fuping County and the surrounding counties, except for paying taxes every year, they all manage themselves at other times. It's been a rule for so many years."

The old man pondered: "Is the prefect of Qujiang Mansion Fu Zichen?"

"It's Lord Fu. Speaking of which, this year is the third year that Lord Fu has served as the prefect of Qujiang. According to the rules, he should go to Beijing to transfer to the office at the end of the year."

In order to avoid corruption and bribery, local officials below the third rank are transferred to their posts every three years. This has been the rule of Qingyun Kingdom for many years, and it started from the Taizu generation.

"Yeah." The old man looked at the young man beside him: "Ah Leng, go and see, the murderer is cunning and changeable. Don't let Mr. Liu get hurt. He is a little interesting. I want to talk to him."

What did the old man mean when he talked? The young man knew that he lowered his head and responded, and walked towards the door.

The two gatekeepers immediately stopped him: "What are you doing!"

The young man was in a blink of an eye and had already walked around the back of the yamen runner. His hand knife fell down quickly. Before the yamen runner fainted, he hit another person in the same way.

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

The middle-aged man saw that the young man had completely disappeared, and then asked, "Master, you are looking for Mr. Liu, but you want him..."

The old man glanced at him.

The middle-aged man immediately weakened his legs and knelt on the ground: "I am forgiven for my crimes, and I am a slave who speaks without restraint. Please punish me."

The old man walked towards the county chair in the high hall, sat down, picked up a Fuping County classic, and looked at it and said, "Get up, go out, don't kneel at any time, attracting eyes."

"Yes." The middle-aged man responded honestly, but secretly wiped his sweat.

As Liu Wei expected, the murderer who had been chasing for nearly a month was indeed found on a mountain road near Lijia Village. The one in the room was nothing but village chief Li's son. However, when he saw him, the master was stunned.

"Why is it him!"

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

The master looked strange: "This is Li Yong, the eldest son of Village Chief Li, but he is a fool. Li Yong is born to be a stupid man. He is a man in his thirties, but he only has the intelligence of a child of a few years old. How could he be the murderer?"

Liu Wei narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who was surrounded by the yamen runners in the room, with his eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Mr. Liu, would you make a mistake? He should... not be the murderer." The master said hesitantly: "Although Li Yong heard that he had gone to work in other places with his uncle's rice cart some time ago and was not in Lijia Village for some time, but his mind was just that he couldn't even count, and he could kill people? Or go to Qujiang Mansion to kill people?"

At this moment, a yamen runner shouted in the house: "There is a cellar here, well, it smells so smelly, there are corpses inside!"

The county magistrate and the master hurried in.

But Liu Wei stared at Li Yong in the middle of the room, walked over and asked slowly, "What's your name?"

Li Yong blinked, and a smile suddenly appeared on his dirty face, and he shouted with a smile: "My wife."

Liu Wei raised his eyebrows and his pupils tightened.

The coughing sound of the yamen runners came from his ears: "Mr. Liu, don't be angry. This fool doesn't recognize people, and can't recognize men and women. He shouted nonsense."
Chapter completed!