Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Fan San's confession shocked Wan Yan.

The case has been going on for four months, and Mr. Wang is also doing his best to investigate the case. Why are these people telling the truth until now?

Looking at the lord, he looked calm and calm, Wan Yan thought of the bet between her and the lord.

Sure enough, my lord was right!
"You know Ruan Jingshan?"

Fan San shook his head: "I didn't know each other before, but when Boss Ruan came to me, he mentioned my former customer, that person often used my boat. I didn't think much about it, and regarded Boss Ruan as a friend."

"When did you meet?"

"On the day when the accident happened, we were drinking. Boss Ruan went to Zhao Da first, saying that he wanted to leave early, and added ten taels of silver, which really made people jealous."

"Well, after that?"

"Zhao Da and Boss Ruan were discussing something in the distance, I got up to go to the toilet, and Boss Ruan stopped me on the way back."

It turned out to be the case.

Wan Yan thinks carefully, if this is the case, Ruan Jingshan has calculated everything.

"Go on." Su Jizhi said calmly.

"Boss Ruan stopped me and handed me a jar of rice wine. He said that he felt itchy to see us drinking, but he couldn't delay if he had something to do, so he gave us the wine."

"You just accepted it like this?"

Fan San was listless: "I'm a good person. When I saw that it was aged rice wine, I couldn't help but feel greedy. I didn't think much about it, so I took the wine jar."

"So you just met that night?"

"Yes, Mr. Su. I dare not lie. Boss Ruan mentioned my guest. I didn't think much about it. I thought he rented Zhao Da's boat to express his gratitude."

Fan San looked aggrieved: "Master Su, I didn't think too much about it at all. It's normal for guests to give us things. Although the rice wine is expensive, but Boss Ruan spent a hundred taels for renting a boat. I thought he was a wealthy owner and didn't go to other places. Think about the place."

Su Jizhi sneered: "Then why are you talking about it now?"

Fan San seemed aggrieved: "The case took so long, and I was wondering what was going on. Later, I heard that Zhao Da was in a coma when he was discovered. I'm afraid he drank too much..."

"Why didn't you explain the situation to Lord Wang earlier?"

"I dare not, the government must know more than me, and I dare not talk nonsense."

"You call telling the truth nonsense?" Su Jizhi's tone became impatient, and the air pressure dropped significantly.

Fan San's tone was buzzing, and he murmured in a low voice: "I've been thinking too much recently, so I know that these words have to be said. Before, it was better to think about one thing than one thing less."

"One more thing is worse than one less thing? If Zhao Da is innocent, he has suffered innocently in the prison for several months. Do you call this more than one less thing?"

Fan San fell silent.

For the first time, Wan Yan realized the importance of details in a case. An inconspicuous clue may lead to a completely different result in the end.

"What about you? How do you feel after drinking that jar of rice wine?"

"It's ashamed to say that Zhao Da drank the most from that jar of wine, because Boss Ruan made it clear that the wine was for Zhao Da at the time, and he said that he wanted Zhao Da to drink to his heart's content, and..."

"How about it?"

"Give me a tael of silver."

One of Su Ji patted the table: "It's just nonsense, do you still think that more things are worse than less things in this detail?"

Fan San lowered his head even lower.

After a long while, Su Jizhi asked coldly, "Do you have any problems drinking that jar of wine?"

"It's stronger than usual. Zhao Da drank the most, and the rice wine was full of stamina. Zhao Da was conscious when he left, but I know he must have fallen asleep in the middle of the night."

Fan San's voice became lower and lower.

"So you are afraid, and suspect in your heart that the murderer who killed Zhang Kairong may not be Zhao Da, because he drank too much."

Fan San didn't want to admit it, so he nodded.

At this time, the autumn wind in Lingjiang Mansion was gradually rising, and there was a hint of coolness blowing on his body. Fan San raised his eyelids, hoping that he could go home safely.

Along the way, the yamen servant hurried into the yamen, and Su Jizhi greeted him.

Master Wang came out of the room after listening to the report, with a pleasant surprise on his face: "Master Su, we have a clue!"

Su Jizhi was calm and unhurried, now he was sure that the murderer was Ruan Jingshan!
"Master Su, someone saw Ruan Jingshan by the Canglan River in Choushi!"

Zhao Yi excitedly followed Lord Wang, with surprise on his face: "Master Su, is my brother okay? The real murderer is Ruan Jingshan?"

Su Ji stood like a green pine, with a dignified body: "Catch, arrest Ruan Jingshan and bring him to justice immediately!"

Wan Yan stands behind the adult, he shields her from the autumn wind and the dangers of the world, he is like a bright light, making the ugliness in the dark invisible.

When Wan Yan returned to the inn, the police had already caught Ruan Jingshan, and there was a long interrogation process, and Wan Yan didn't want to listen anymore.

The case is very clear, for money, and the process of Ruan Jingshan's killing of Zhang Kairong can be imagined.

With the case settled, she and her lord can go home.

Wan Yan was thinking about coming back to pack her luggage, so when she walked into the inn, Wan Yan walked briskly and hurriedly.

Walking up to the second floor, Wan Yan saw a figure flashing past, and then, the familiar fragrance of makeup and powder rushed into her nostrils.

"Xue Wanyan?"

"Ms. Liao!"

The two froze on the spot at the same time.

"Oh my god, Xue Wanyan, why are you here?"

"Yes, Liao Niang, why are you here?"

Wan Yan's mind was like fireworks exploding, and her heart was beating wildly. It was a coincidence that the person she met in the morning was indeed Liao Niang.

What should we do now?
She is Liao Furong?
What happened between her and the missing Liao Furong in Lingjiang Mansion?

Wan Yan stood at the stairs, smiling, with a small smile on the corner of her mouth, holding a champagne tightly in her small hand to cover up her flustered heart.

"Where are you going?" Wan Yan asked softly when she saw Liao Niang holding a wooden basin in her hand.

"I want to go back to my room. Come on, Wan Yan, why are you in Lingjiang Mansion? Oh my god, I'm so excited."

Wan Yan smiled, quickly thinking about her identity and how to start the conversation.

"I'm also excited. I never dreamed that I would meet my sister here."

"Do you have time? Come on, let's talk." Liao Niang led the way, walked through the escalator, and entered the innermost room of the corridor on the second floor.

"I live here, how about you? Why are you here?"

Wan Yan smiled: "I came to Lingjiang Mansion for the funeral. If I hadn't met my sister, I would have returned to the capital now."

Liao Niang stared, doubts flashed through but she didn't pursue further: "It's not bad, you are in the Jiaofang Division, and you can still come out."

Wan Yan smiled calmly: "Of course, we can leave the Jiaofang Division one day a year. Although I am an official prostitute, my mother has the final say in daily life."

Liao Niang put the water basin on the wooden stand, turned to Wan Yan: "You think we are a coincidence? We can meet here."

"Yes!" Wan Yan always had a smile on her face.

"Are you coming to Lingjiang mansion alone?"

"of course."

"It's you all the way, isn't mom afraid that you'll run away?"

"Where are you going?" Wan Yan smiled.

"I mean, where is the Jiaofang Division? Why do you want to go back? There are so many places in the world, where is not enough?"

Wan Yan shook her head: "I'm an official prostitute, where else can I go?"

Liao Niang took a step forward and whispered in Wan Yan's ear, "Wan Yan, come with me, no one will know anyway, don't go back to that ghostly place of Jiaofangsi."

Wan Yan was surprised and fixed her eyes on Liao Niang.

"Where are you going? Where else can I go?" Wan Yan asked curiously.

"Nanzhao, you come with me, we will never come back!"