Hexi

Chapter 259 The guy who keeps his head clear all the time
Su Wei is used to being able to bend and stretch, since she has something to ask for, she should show the gesture of asking for it. She chose a quiet private room in the West Lake Building where she can talk easily, and ordered good spring tea, and the signature dim sum was the same— ——Now the power of investigating the case has expanded to the point that Su Shou also joined in, anyway, she is not short of money.

Lu Ling was stunned for a long time when he received her invitation post.The post didn't say anything else, Su Wei only said that tea was specially set up in the West Lake Tower, and he was invited to meet in time.We can see her sincerity in this battle, but when he wanted to propose marriage at the beginning, she didn't give him any sympathy and scolded him to the point of shame. Qinqin, what are you thinking?
Just because he saved her from Chen Min last time?
Not so much, right?

Just because she scolded him in the temple that time, and she wanted to borrow him to do things for Han Mo, even disregarding the life and death of Chen Min, who was lying in a pool of blood. She was afraid that she would be so humble and polite .

But he kept muttering, his hands and feet were not idle at all, Ma Liu put down the book he was going to read, put down the pen that was stained with ink, changed his clothes and went out.

When he arrived at the place, the servant girl of the Su family who was guarding under the door led him in. When he saw the table full of refreshments and Su Wei who was smiling behind the table, he became more vigilant. He didn't take his eyes off Su Wei until he sat down with his robes on his back. There was no trace on his face: "As far as I know, the second child of the Chen family was not beaten to death by me, and he went to prison. It is said that there is no possibility of any future troubles. I don't know if you want to find me suddenly?"

The last time he injured Chen Min, he was tricked by her into becoming Han Mo's helper—that's all, the key is that he was also sent by the Metropolitan Procuratorate of Dali Temple for questioning for many days. He has the ability to identify handwriting, and the officials of the two yamen will throw a few pieces of paper for him to check every now and then!
As for the pancakes she drew about being able to go to the Zhen Guogong's mansion and then walk to the brilliant Tengda Kangzhuang Avenue, of course there is no more content.Han Mo was too busy trying the series of cases where Luo Zhi was murdered, so where would he be free?Besides, he was not a fool, he could tell that Han Mo didn't like him very much.

In short, I was in a daze at the time. In order to save her, not only did I not get anything, but it also made him forget to study in those days, which seriously interfered with his footsteps on the road to fame. This kind of shrewd philistine character who can't get up early without profit and wants to pluck the feathers.

But speaking of it, he is also cheap, knowing that she is not the kind of fuel-efficient lamp, looking for him in such a big battle is definitely not just chatting with him, but he just wonders what she can ask him for?When he got here and saw her smiling face, he couldn't help but be careful.

"Mr. Lu, don't be nervous," Su Wei smiled and handed him the tea, "I spoke too harshly to you in the temple last time. Not only did you ignore the previous suspicions, but he also saved me in danger when I saw the injustice. I want to thank Mr. Lu. Speaking of it, we can be regarded as "we don't know each other if we don't fight". I was rude that day, and I misunderstood Mr. Lu. If you have any difficulties in the future, if I, Su Wei, can do it, just speak up. Even if it is difficult to do, we must do our best.”

Lu Ling didn't dare to be careless even more.After receiving the cup of tea, he saw that the cup was quite clear, it didn't look like he had been poured some kind of perspiration medicine to trick him.He looked up: "Your words make me restless. What are you looking for? "

Su Wei didn't answer in a hurry, but said: "I heard that even Mr. Zhang Yun and Mr. Zhang Ge knew about Mr. Zhang Yun's literary talents. Mr. Zhang Ge was my father's mentor, and he happened to be an important member of the cabinet who was in charge of the transfer of officials. Do you know that your father's long-cherished wish to be transferred to the Six Departments as an official has been fulfilled?"

This question is too direct.It was simply putting the Lu family's purpose of proposing marriage with the Su family on the surface.But Lu Ling didn't shy away from his ambition, and he responded unabashedly when he said this: "No. Zhang Ge is loyal and upright, but he is not talented. That kind of literary talent is not enough for Zhang Ge's convenience. Besides, the deadline for transfer has passed long ago, so that’s it.”

Su Wei said: "It's true that Zhang Ge is always loyal and upright, but recommending talents to the imperial court is a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people. Moreover, your father is a fourth-rank official of the imperial court, but his position is changed. His father is the young master of Guanglu Temple. Qing, it should not be a problem to take up a position in the Ministry of Rites. Even if Zhang Ge made an exception to call your father, it would not be considered a violation of the regulations."

Hearing this, Lu Ling stared at her: "What do you mean, do you want to help me again?"

Su Wei smiled and said, "Mr. Lu is really transparent."

Lu Ling, who was praised, was not at all happy, but showed a look of surprise: "Did you ask me for something?"

Su Luo, who came prepared, couldn't help but pause when she heard this.I knew this guy had a brain, but I didn't expect him to be so clear-headed all the time.

She said: "I do have something to ask Mr. Lu." After she finished speaking, she didn't hesitate anymore, took out a part of Xie's suicide note from her sleeve, and then took out two poems that Xie copied down before her death . "I would like to ask Mr. Lu to help me see if the handwriting on these pieces of paper belong to the same person."

Lu Ling glanced at her and took the paper.

Su Wei picked up the tea, and the tea was still hot. She blew and sipped it patiently, taking three or four sips, when a voice came from the opposite side: "The handwriting on the three pieces of paper is all written by the same person."

The lid of the tea bowl in Su Luo's right hand flickered and made a slight sound when it touched the mouth of the cup.

"Young Master Lu, have you seen it clearly?" She put down her tea and looked at it very seriously. "My Su family and the Zhang family have been friends for decades. Even if I, Su Wei, am in the Zhang family, I can be regarded as having face. The words I mentioned earlier are not fooling Mr. Lu—"

Lu Ling put down the paper: "You just put the transfer order written by Mr. Zhang Ge in front of me, and I also came to the same conclusion. Although the handwriting on these pieces of paper is slightly different, no matter the strength of the pen, the sharpness of the pen The changes, as well as the habit of starting and ending pens, all prove that they all came from one person.

"Of course it's not difficult to tell from the handwriting that its owner is a woman.

"The writing of all the hooks on this paper is very neat, and it can be seen that the character of the owner of the characters is relatively decisive, because even on the three sheets of paper with different fonts, the ink marks of all the strokes are slightly thicker, which shows that She is used to pausing slightly at the end - she should also be used to putting a little emphasis on the end of her words when she usually speaks, so this person should not only be a woman, but also a person in charge."

Su Luo stared at him fixedly, but said nothing.

Lu Ling looked back at her, unfolded the fan, and shook it slowly: "Could it be one of your elders?"

Su Luo lowered her eyes, and after a moment of silence, she picked up the cup.The mouth of the cup was close to her lips, and she moved it away tremblingly, her exposed throat rolled, and her voice was difficult: "You mean, this half piece of paper—" She picked out the half of the suicide note , "It's really not someone's forged handwriting?"

(End of this chapter)