Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Wan Yan's words made Lord Wang and Su Jizhi stunned on the spot.

"Miss Xue, are you sure? Liao Furong is indeed from Lingjiang Mansion. You said that you are good friends with you in the capital. I don't think it is possible." Mr. Wang shook his head, noncommittal.

Wan Yan looked at the portrait again, but it was obviously Liao Niang.

Seeing this, Su Jizhi put the portrait in his sleeve, and said to Mr. Wang, "Don't worry about this. Mr. Wang, distribute Ruan Jingshan's portrait first. Zhang Xiuhua is Liao Furong's mother. Don't worry, let alone us." in a hurry."

Master Wang nodded and ran out.

Seeing Lord Wang go out, Su Jizhi took out the portrait from his cuff and pointed it to Wan Yan again, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Wan Yan was stunned, and after carefully observing the portrait, she pondered for a moment, then nodded with more certainty, "My lord, that's right, it's really Liao Niang."

"What's up with this person?"

Wan Yan started talking about it two years ago, and then the two of them met by chance at the Land Security Office in the capital. During the process of talking, she stared into the adult's eyes.

From his eyes, Wan Yan could see that the appearance of the portrait made the adults very confused.

After finishing speaking in one breath, Su Jizhi remained silent for a long time, "You said you heard her voice at the inn this morning?"

Wan Yan was a little uncertain, "My lord, if I'm so sure, I wouldn't dare to say it, but I can't smell the powder smell in the corridor, I've only smelled that smell on Liao Niang."

Su Jizhi frowned and stared at the portrait for a long time.

Wan Yan waited by the side until Su Jizhi raised her eyes, "When you were with Liao Furong two years ago, did she say that she has relatives in Lingjiang Mansion?"

"Not at all, Liao Niang has a capital accent, a native of the capital."

This sentence reminded Su Jizhi, "I'll ask Mr. Wang to send someone to ask what accent this Liao Furong from Lingjiang Mansion has."

Wan Yan's mind was in confusion, "My lord, can these two Liao Furong be the same person?"

Su Jizhi also had no clue, he pointed to his temple, "It's empty here."

The adult's serious appearance made Wan Yan laugh.

"Wan Yan, how familiar are you with Liao Furong in the capital?"

"I told the adults just now, it's not intimate, but I just know a little bit."

Su Jizhi pursed the corners of his lips, thoughtful, "Wan Yan, if the two Liao Furongs are the same person, Zhang Xiuhua's performance makes perfect sense. I suspected that Liao Furong was not missing at all. Just imagine."

There was a smile on the corner of Wan Yan's mouth, "My lord is wise and powerful, and it is not groundless."

Su Jizhi smiled lightly, "Although some places make sense, some places are illogical."

Wan Yan stared at the adults.

"For example, if Liao Furong is a cook in the capital, she must not be able to appear in Lingjiang Mansion. Then who is this lady who goes to Zhang Kairong's porcelain workshop to feed pigeons and is served by the little maid all day long?"

"That's right, the day I ran into Liao Niang, she was in a hurry and had to go back to cook, there was no way she could appear in two cities in two separate places."

"I will send a letter back to Dali Temple immediately, and Miao Hong will reply us soon."

Su Jizhi went to the table and picked up a pen, Wan Yan followed and asked in a low voice, "My lord, why didn't you say this in front of Mr. Wang just now? Why did you hide the portrait and then take it out?"

Su Jizhi smiled helplessly, "Master Wang is eager to solve the case, and he might tell this clue when he goes out. I don't emphasize it, he may not pay attention to it, that's how it is."

Thinking of the old man's flustered look, Wan Yan covered her mouth.

Su Jizhi finished writing the letter quickly, and a yamen servant hurried in, "Master Su, a man named Fan San came to the yamen and said that the lord wants to see him."

"Where is he?" Su Jizhi's eyes suddenly brightened.

"In the hall, I know Mr. Su wanted to ask some clues, but I was afraid that he would be nervous, so I didn't send him to the interrogation room." The yamen servant explained, leading the way.

Wan Yan's first impression when she saw Fan San was that he was an alcoholic.

With red cheeks, rosacea, and a square scarf with a hole in the hair bun, it is dangling, and she is dressed in gray cloth, looking very depressed.

"Your name is Fan San?" Su Jizhi stood solemnly and raised his face.

"Yes, yes, I heard that Mr. Su was looking for me, and he came here as soon as my boat docked."

"En." Su Jizhi nodded, "Have you heard? I'm investigating Zhang Kairong's case."

Wan Yan stared at Fan San, his eyes were lowered, and he had a flattering smile on his face, "Master Su, just ask, I will tell you everything I know."

"I heard that you organized the wine party on the night of the incident?"

"Hey." Fan San laughed dryly, "It's not all, Zhao Da took over the big job, he was happy, so he called brothers over for a few drinks."

"I met those two people at the bar yesterday, and they didn't say that." Su Jizhi kept a cold face, not showing off his anger.

"No?" Fan San scratched his head, "I said I asked Zhao Da to treat me, but Zhao Da also agreed, so it's not my fault, Master Su."

"Alright, according to what you said, the wine bureau belonged to Zhao Dazu, so who called the other two people?"

Fan San was a little anxious, "Lord Su, we are all neighbors, so there is no need to yell. When you talk about drinking, just yell, and anyone who can come will come."

"Well, I believe you, do you know Zhang Kairong?"

Fan San shook his head and nodded again, "If you say you know him, I've heard of him, and if you say you don't know him, that's how much you know."

"Where is Zhao Da? Do you think he can kill Zhang Kairong?"

Fan San froze, lowered his head, "I don't know."

Wan Yan has been observing the adults and Fan San.

Facing Fan San, the adult seemed to talk about it from left to right.

However, Wan Yan asked the adults, and the adults said that this kind of interrogation technique is to make people let go of their psychological defenses. The questions are true and false, some are related to the case, and some have nothing to do with the case.

Faced with irrelevant words, the person answering the question is easy to answer easily and truthfully.

However, if it is related to the case, the person answering the question should be vigilant immediately, and the answer will be delayed.

Through this detail, it is easy to tell whether the speaker is lying or not.

At that time, Su Jizhi's words completely calmed down Wan Yan.

How can there be such a thoughtful adult?
"Zhao Da likes to drink. I heard that you brought the rice wine that night?"

Fan San coughed, "Yes."

"Where did you buy it? How many degrees?"

"I forgot, the alcohol content should not be low. I drank it happily at the time. I wanted to drink a few more glasses, so I took out the rice wine. I have kept that wine in the cabin for many years, so it may be high."

"You admit that Zhao Da drank your wine, so he got on top?"

"Oh, no, no, Mr. Su, I didn't mean that. I only heard that Boss Zhang died the next day, and Mr. Zhao was the murderer."

"So you don't think Zhao Da is the murderer?"

Fan San smiled and tried his best to please, "Master Su, what I say is not important, Mr. Su, the case needs to be solved by Mr. Su, I don't know anything."

"How long have you been a boatman?"

"Many years."

"Have savings?"

Fan San bared his teeth: "Not much, just enough to eat."

Su Jizhi's originally gentle voice suddenly became severe, even angry, "Fan San, tell me the truth, how did you get that jar of rice wine? Who gave it to you?"

Su Jizhi scolded, Fan San trembled, "Su Da..."

"Say, who is it? Do you think this official dare not put you in prison? Come and serve me with great punishment."

As soon as Su Jizhi finished speaking, Fan San fell to his knees, "I said, Mr. Su, it's Ruan Jingshan, and the wine... was given to me by Ruan Jingshan."