Chapter 127 (2/2)

Su Qian'an saw Bingwen go downstairs and asked, ”are you leaving now?”

Bingwen gave a sound, looked at Kong Changhui, who was chasing him downstairs, and said to Su Qian'an, ”let's go first. We should be busy for a few days recently.”

Su Qian'an nodded, sighed, and watched Kong Changhui leave after Bingwen.

He has been idle and is going moldy.

For him, the only good news at present is that qianle's disease is about to recover.

Bingwen has no time to appease Su Qianan. He doesn't even have time to sit down and have a meal.

Now it was dusk, he bought two cakes in the street and handed one to Kong Changhui. While eating, he took him to Xiang Chengfang.

Listening to his nagging complaints all the way, Bingwen dug his ears, stopped, and said to Kong Changhui, ”now you don't want to know and know. Do you have any other choice except to find out?”

Kong Changhui blushed and said in a stuffy voice, ”I'll check with you, but you take the token and put it in my arms, which makes me nervous.”

When Bingwen saw that he had accepted his life, he said as he walked, ”I'm not an official. Where can I investigate a case? Of course, it's for you, so that you can shake your prestige in the future.”

Kong Changhui curled his lips, which he didn't want to shake.

”Why should you accept such a difficult case?” Kong Changhui thought there was no place to start the case, and he didn't know what kind of wind Bingwen had drawn.

”If I say I want to find justice for the dead, can you trust me?” Bingwen seems to smile rather than smile.

Kong Changhui was asked by Bingwen. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether what he said was true or false.

All the way to Xiang Chengfang's house, Bingwen came forward and knocked at the door.

A young man opened the door, looked at him and asked curiously, ”what's the matter?”

Once Bing Wen heard that the young man asked not who but what, he knew that the contractor was also a master who didn't make friends with people on weekdays. There must be few people in the house, so the young man would ask like this.

Bingwen pointed to Kong Changhui and said, ”this is the No. 1 of Jinke. Lord Kong, the editor of Hanlin academy, came to see doctor Xiang.”

”Wait a minute.” With that, the boy closed the door and ran to pass.

Bingwen was slapped by the door. He couldn't help rolling his eyes. He turned his head and looked at Kong Changhui. Seeing that he also turned his eyes to himself, he thought he was very dissatisfied. Just now he reported Kong Changhui's long official title.

After a while, Xiang Cheng opened the door himself, saluted Kong Changhui and Bingwen and said, ”there are few people at home. The little boy doesn't understand the rules and bumped into Lord Kong. Don't blame him.”

The two returned a salute. Kong Changhui said to Xiang Chengfang, ”it's okay, it's okay.”

Xiang Chengfang led Kong Changhui into the house, went to the front hall, ordered the boy to serve tea and asked Kong Changhui, ”what's the matter with Lord Kong coming?”

When Kong Changhui was asked by him, he couldn't help looking at Bingwen.

”I don't know if Xiang Taiyi ever knew that if a weak man's abdomen was injured, there would be scars on his bones after death as evidence.” Bingwen saw Kong Changhui's eyes for help, so he took the words and asked.

”It depends on what kind of harm it is.” Xiang Chengfang frowned.

Bingwen asked Xiang Chengfang word by word.

”If it's on the acupoint one inch above the navel, how about three stitches?”