Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 187
On the second day at the Yamen, Wan Yan was still asking Su Jizhi, "Master, how do you know that there is jade in that rough stone?"

Su Jizhi teased her with a smile, "I don't know, it's just luck."

"Impossible, my lord laughed when I saw the rough stone being opened, and my lord definitely didn't just guess casually."

The scroll in Su Jizhi's hand hit Wan Yan's forehead, "Don't believe me? It's nothing more than Wan Yan's luck. Originally, I also wanted to open jade to give you happiness."

The lord picked up the scroll and pretended to read it, the upturned corner of his mouth had already betrayed him.

"My lord, you are too bad."

Su Jizhi laughed, "Since you want to know so much, guess how I figured it out?"

Wan Yan narrowed her eyes, "Sure enough, my lord has really seen the way? So, next time we gamble big, won't we be able to earn tens of thousands of taels?"

Su Jizhi froze, shaking his head, the little girl's eyes lit up when she mentioned the money.

Footsteps sounded outside the window, and Miao Hongxing hurried over, followed by an old man in a thick long gown, muttering something, looking around.

Miao Hong stepped into the room, and immediately introduced to Wan Yan, "Wan Yan, this is Uncle Fu who was introduced by the head of Yushitai. A thief broke into their house yesterday. He is a witness. Chang Shi asked you to draw a portrait. "

Uncle Fu looked at Wan Yan, but he didn't expect that the painter Chang Shi took pains to find was a little girl, distrust flashed in his eyes, and he still had a smile on his face, "Painter Xue?"

Wan Yan became interested, and this was the first portrait she officially received after joining Dali Temple.

"No problem, Uncle Fu, sit down quickly." Wan Yan brought tea, let Uncle Fu sit opposite her, walked to Su Jizhi's desk to study ink and pick up a pen, and then looked at the old man, "Now Uncle Fu will roughly talk about yesterday. How about late?"

Su Jizhi and Miao Hong stood beside Wan Yan, waiting with great interest.

"I'm the housekeeper. I used to walk around the mansion every day at Haishi. When I walked into the Buddhist hall last night, I suddenly saw a black figure with a small bag on my back. I yelled, and the thief turned around and smashed the bag in his hand. I, at this moment, I saw him."

"What's missing?" Su Jizhi asked.

"There are fruit offerings in the Buddhist hall. The old lady put some jewelry and a cassock yesterday. The thief didn't know how to get the news. It seems that they came here for these things."

Wan Yan thought, this must be an acquaintance committing the crime.

The adult then asked, "Have you checked everyone in the mansion?"

"I checked. The officials from Jingzhao Mansion have also come. I heard that Miss Xue knows how to make portraits. Everyone is waiting for the portrait of the girl to catch people."

Well, the pressure is on Wan Yan.

The little girl glanced at the lord, but the thieves couldn't catch it. Could it be that her portrait was not drawn properly?

"Then let's go, tell me how tall the thief is first?" The little girl greeted him with a smile.

Although Su Jizhi believed in Wan Yan, he was sweating for her in his heart, and said sharply to Uncle Fu, "You can't solve the case all by referring to the portraits. There must be something wrong with the people in the house. Only the people in the house know what the old lady enshrined, and it's impossible for the thieves." Taking risks in order to steal a few offerings."

Uncle Fu nodded straightly, but looked at Wanyan. He still pinned his hopes on the little girl. Finding people with the portrait must be the easiest and quickest way to solve the case.

Wan Yan smiled, and the adult's words warmed her heart. For this challenge, the little girl was also eager to try, "Come on, let's start."

"The thief is about the same height as Miao Butou."

Miao Hong glanced at Fu Bo, the old man was not polite.

"What clothes are you wearing?"

"Short commoner clothes, the candlelight over the Buddhist hall is dim, I can't see the color clearly, it should be very ordinary."

"hair?"

Wan Yan thought about it, and sketched a few simple strokes on the white paper. Su Jizhi looked at the scroll and didn't know how Wan Yan drew it. It was only a few lines, but it was a man's figure.

"Wearing a Lun scarf and wrapping her hair on top of her head."

Wan Yan picked up another piece of paper and drew a bun with three strokes.

"What's the shape of your face? Round? Fat? Square? Do you have a beard?"

Uncle Fu thought for a while, "Shou, I didn't see the shape of the face clearly. When the candle light flickered, he threw something at me. I could only feel panic in the thief's eyes, as if he didn't expect anyone, but there was also some ruthlessness. , I feel like I'm going to hurt me."

"Big or small eyes?"

"I didn't see it clearly."

"What else is there about the face?"

"No, I just glanced at it and didn't see anything clearly."

Su Jizhi was a little annoyed, how could Wan Yan draw such a general description?
Unexpectedly, the little girl drew a pair of eyes one inch below the bun. The eyes are not big, and the distance between the eyebrows is a bit short.

"What is the age of this person? Do you feel it? Young or old?"

"Young, he ran very fast with the package on his back. When I called for someone, he ran out of the Buddhist hall. After I chased him for a while, he ran to the back garden and jumped over the wall."

"Big or small mouth?"

"I didn't see clearly." These three words again made Su Jizhi's face darken, and his displeasure was written all over his face.

Seeing this, Uncle Fu quickly explained, "Master Su, Miss Xue, it was dark last night, and it was just another moment. I really saw this, but I really saw this person. Now let me say it, but I can't say it." .”

Wan Yan didn't pay any attention to it, and concentrated on sketching on the paper with confidence. When Su Jizhi looked at the scroll, a young man had already appeared on the paper.

Amazing.

"Forbe, take a look first. What's the difference between this person and the person you saw?"

After finishing the last stroke, the little girl picked up the portrait painting and showed it to Uncle Fu.

Afraid of the old man's rebuttal, Su Jizhi kept staring at him.

Unexpectedly, Fu Bo looked at the portrait and was dumbfounded.

After a long time, he pointed to the portrait and said, "Miss Xue, this is the person."

Su Jizhi and Miao Hong were shocked.

The little girl calmly handed the portrait to Miao Hong, "That's enough, catch the head of Miao, go arrest someone, if someone is caught, let me see, there is still room for improvement in my craftsmanship."

Miao Hong accepted the portrait in disbelief. He had thousands of words to sigh and ask.

Uncle Fu respectfully bowed to the little girl this time, "Miss Xue, painter Xue, if you really have the skills, I will definitely tell the master when I get back that it is Miss Xue who caught the thief."

After the two left, Su Jizhi couldn't wait to ask, "Wan Yan, how did you draw it?"

The little girl raised her chin proudly, "Exchange, tell me, my lord, how did you find out that there was emerald in the rough stone last night?"

Su Jizhi blurted out, "It's very simple. That person named Yang Zhen has been wandering around the table. When you watched the excitement, I kept staring at her and the shopkeeper. I bet they have some eyesight and can tell which stones are emerald and which ones are green." Stones are not emerald."

Wan Yan patted herself on the forehead, "It turns out that my lord is better at observing carefully."

"What about you? I'm astonished at the quality of your portrait."

The little girl smiled, "It's also simple for me. The drawings are all based on lines. The thieves didn't leave a deep impression on Fu Bo, which means that there is nothing outstanding about the figure and face. Thinness is a feature, and there must be no flesh on the cheeks."

Wan Yan explained, spread out a piece of paper, and started to draw again, "Where are the eyes? They are refined and spirited, this is the key point, not too much to explain."

"why?"

"Eyes are the windows to the soul. You should know your eyes first. The size of your eyes is your first impression. Forber didn't say that, so the eyes of thieves must be neither big nor small."

"How do you know that the distance between your eyes is so small?"

"What Uncle Fu said was a little flustered and cruel. There is nothing special about flustered. People with small distance between eyes often make people feel cruel at first glance."

Wan Yan drew the portrait again, and Su Jizhi was overwhelmed with admiration.

"But I'm not sure, so I asked Faber to see if I wanted to change the details, but I didn't expect the drawing to be correct."

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, Miao Hong stepped into the room again, and said anxiously as he walked, "Master Su is not well. The emperor merchant Wu Fushan was killed last night. The emperor ordered him to solve the case as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)