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Chapter 103 The Talkative Lin Yan

"Chongyan, I'm surprised that you are willing to make an exception today!" Lin Yan, who was holding a small bowl of wine, laughed "hehe", glanced at Jiang Shaoyan, and then squinted at Ji Chongyan.

I don't know if it's because of the strength of the wine or what, but two blushes appeared on the face of the handsome and jade-like young master. He doesn't look as calm and wise as before, but he is a bit... er, silly.

Before asking this question, he opened his mouth.Zen Master Huijue took a bite of the fried tofu, and secretly raised his eyes to glance at Lin Yan: It seems that Lin Shaoqing is holding back very hard on weekdays!

Ji Chongyan looked at Lin Yan in surprise, paused, poured him a glass of wine and handed it over, and said, "It's better to eat less and eat more at the dinner table."

Seeing Ji Chongyan handing over the drink, Zen Master Huijue couldn't help but twitch his lips.

This season's son is sober, he presumably was afraid that Lin Shaoqing would talk too much and just get him drunk.

It's just that this wine drinker... I'm afraid it's not so easy to get drunk, but it's not easy to get drunk. Maybe it will make Lin Shaoqing even more "long-winded" because of him drinking cup after cup.

Sure enough, after another bowl, Lin Yanyou sighed and said, "Chongyan, I'm not as good as you!"

"I thought I was an elegant and not superficial person, but I didn't expect to be inferior to you!" His voice was faint, and his expression was frustrated.

He always thought that he was a person out of vulgar tastes, but in Miss Jiang Si, Chongyan's performance made him realize that he was still superficial. For this reason, Lin Yan has always been worried about it.

Having said that, he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Shaoyan who was at the side, then said in silence, "Miss Jiang Si, you are fine, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a bowl of wine had already been handed to him.

Ji Chongyan frowned slightly looking at the empty wine in hand, Lin Yan was much more drunk today than he thought.

Lin Yan took the wine and drank it down. After a short pause, he pulled his gray robe and asked Ji Chongyan: "Chongyan, when can I change my clothes? This clothes are too ugly... ..."

Ji Chongyan coughed lightly, warning him not to talk nonsense
Lin Yan rolled his eyelids and hummed, "What? You still won't let me say a few words?"

I don't know if it's because the relationship is too good to not be afraid of Ji Chongyan, or because I've been holding it in for too long, and I'm really aggrieved. Lin Yan ignored Ji Chongyan's light cough and slightly narrowed eyes, and continued: "Every day I stare at myself in the mirror. I can't bear to look straight at them, although I don't care about it, but Nanny Chai won't let me wear nice clothes..."

Everyone stared blankly at the chattering Lin Yan.

Xiangli's expression was even more complicated: I didn't expect that a person who looked calm on weekdays would talk so much, and he was the only one talking non-stop at such a table.

Zen Master Huijue lowered his head and ate the vegetables: Amitabha, the medicine is very effective!
"Mother Chai." Jiang Shaoyan, who ate a mouthful of spicy chicken jerky, listened seriously. Hearing this, she couldn't help saying in surprise, as if she didn't understand why Mother Chai interfered with Lin Yan's dressing generally.

Lin Yan, who sang a one-man show by himself and finally got people's attention, his eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he quickly talked around "Mother Chai".

"Yes! Nanny Chai, do you know who Nanny Chai is?"

Jiang Shaoyan opened her mouth, and was about to say "I don't know" to remind Lin Yan to say more.

Lin Yan on the other side spoke up on his own initiative without her reminding him.

"It's the nanny of the Zhao family. The one who takes care of Chongyan's mother and brother-in-law is an old man in the family. It's just that she was hit on the head with a heavy hammer 20 years ago. Now I think about it..."

"It's a miracle that she's still alive with such a severe head injury..."

"That person didn't intend to stay alive at all, he smashed his head and threw it into the lake..."

"Such a big wound," Lin Yan gestured excitedly. After all, it is the Shaoqing of Dali Temple who can solve the case like a god. Analyzing the case has become an instinct. The son, still followed the instinctive analysis, "The wound is flat and round, just like, just like..."

Lin Yan looked around while talking, and then said to the stunned crowd, "Wait, don't go!" He hurried into the kitchen, came out with a rolling pin after a while, pointed to the smooth bottom of the rolling pin and said , "That's it, it's even bigger, and the force is even. This shows how the assailant hit it?" Lin Yan took the rolling pin upright and slammed the hammer to the ground, "That's how it was hit, Ji and I My lord thinks that the murder weapon should be a small hammer, which smashed Nanny Chai's head."

No one speaks.

Everyone just looked at Lin Yan holding up the rolling pin and said excitedly to himself: "Later, I also found such a small hammer in the lake, which confirmed the guess of Mr. Ji and me."

"Why is it a hammer? Instead of an iron stick like the rolling pin in your hand?" Someone asked seriously.

Everyone followed the prestige and saw that it was Jiang Shaoyan who spoke, and the girl had a very serious expression on her face.

The lady is actually so serious about listening to Lin Shaoqing's drunken nonsense.Xiangli looked at Jiang Shaoyan with a complicated expression, and said in her heart: Lin Shaoqing is drunk, and he doesn't talk about it in the first place. Now that there is an audience like Miss, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop talking for an hour or two. .

Lin Yan, who was dancing and "storyteller", became more interested when he heard someone listening to him carefully, and said excitedly: "Looking at the size of the wound, if you want to kill someone with such a thick stick, you can just hit it with a stick. Why do you use such a stick?" Killing people in an inconvenient way?"

"Maybe it's to cover up the real murder weapon!" Jiang Shaoyan discussed with him seriously.

Lin Yan, who was holding the rolling pin, immediately shook his head and said, "Master Ji and I have already guessed your guess, but even though the Zhao family is a family of generals, some of the guests are skilled in martial arts, but the weapons they wear are all It's the flow of knives, swords..."

"It's not just knives and swords!" But the girl interrupted him again at this time, and said seriously, "Isn't the Zhao family a family of generals? There are many people who use guns on the battlefield, just like His Majesty used to use guns back then." Is it?"

Although these words were doubtful, Jiang Shaoyan knew that this was the truth.

The two heroes of the Zhao family both wield spears, so General Zhao has the nickname of White Horse and Silver Spear.

"The tip of the gun is pointed, and the cut surface of the tail of the gun is arc-shaped, which doesn't match the wound!" Lin Yan rolled his eyes. Although the girl in front of him had a little more doubts, he completely ignited his interest in discussing with her.

"Apart from this, the guests of the Zhao family did not bring any other suspected murder weapons with them at all," Lin Yan said decisively, "Master Ji was on duty at Dali Temple in the previous dynasty, and we have seen the scene with our own eyes. , that's for sure."

Jiang Shaoyan nodded seriously.

Lin Yan, who received the "feedback" from the audience, became even more excited: "Besides, the hammer is so small that you can't find it if you hide it in your sleeve. It is determined that it can be brought into Zhao's residence without anyone noticing, so the murder weapon should undoubtedly be the small hammer."

After hearing this, the audience below asked again: "But since he brought the hammer in advance, did the murderer guess from the beginning that someone would report the news on that day? If so, why didn't he report the news earlier? Solved it before entering the Zhao Mansion?"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Chongyan looked at the girl in surprise.

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