Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 198 Final Chapter
After a night of autumn rain, the capital entered late autumn.

The cypress tree in Dali Temple also lost its branches and leaves overnight.

Wan Yan walked out of the prison, holding a dried mandala flower given to her by Yang Zhen in her hand.

Is this the datura flower?

Yang Zhen's favorite flower?

This flower, like Yang Zhen, is coquettish and beautiful, but it carries deadly danger.

It was this kind of flower that was so poisonous that Wu Fushan and Qi Wancai lost their ability to resist.

Wanyan put the flowers under her nose, and there was no smell at all.

But Yang Zhen told her that when Datura flowers are poisoned, they will emit a foul smell.

The reason why she chose this season was that she wanted to cover up the special smell of datura flowers with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus all over the city.

And that smell was exactly the stench that Wan Yan smelled at the crime scene.

Yang Zhen ground the mandala flowers that are abundant in southern Yunnan into fine powder, and forced Wu Fushan and Qi Wancai to swallow them, so that they would be slaughtered just like she was back then.

Thinking of that scene, and thinking of the harm Yang Zhen suffered back then, Wan Yan felt as if a knife was piercing her heart.

"The moment I met you and Mr. Su, I thought I might be doomed, but it's okay now." Yang Zhen in the prison was neither sad nor happy, and spoke his mind without reservation to Wan Yan.

"I once thought about taking my father to a place where no one is around. Maybe it's because I have committed so many sins that I don't deserve God's forgiveness."

When Yang Zhen said these words, he looked at Wan Yan with nostalgia in his eyes.

"I want to be like you, I yearn for a life like yours, but on that night ten years ago, I lost everything and everything was ruined. I ran to southern Yunnan to hide my identity and ate a herbal medicine called ethanol to change my appearance. , I have lived for ten years just for this day and this idea.”

"Why do you want to cut off Wufu Mountain...to create that kind of death scene?"

Yang Zhen stretched out his slender hands, looked and looked, "It's these hands, I touched that thing, that's the root of all evil, I brushed my hands hard with a brush that night, did you see that? I hate it, but I have to."

Yang Zhen stretched out her hand, and Wan Yan saw scratches on the back of her white and slender hand.

Wan Yan could imagine Yang Zhen's pain when he hid in the room and healed his inner pain alone.

"It's nothing now, everything is over, they are all dead, and I often breathe a sigh of relief, tell me, is the moon full tonight?"

Yang Zhen spoke calmly, without tears in her eyes, and her tone was calm, as if these things happened to others.

"You have been planning to kill them since ten years ago?" Wan Yan couldn't express what was in her heart.

She sympathized with Yang Zhen, and even felt that Wu Fushan, Qi Wancai, and Xiong Baoyue deserved to die.

"I thought I could die, but after running to southern Yunnan, I couldn't bear to part with my father." Yang Zhen in the prison finally showed a trace of warmth and reluctance on his face.

"I miss him, I want to stay by my father's side and listen to him scolding me, but I can't, I want the bad guys to pay the price."

Yang Zhen recalled the past with tears in his eyes, "In the past ten years, I have learned martial arts and learned how to hurt people quickly and ruthlessly. You can see that I have done it. Therefore, as long as people want to do it, they can do anything."

Yang Zhen tilted his head, with a trace of regret, "I was wrong about one thing. I overestimated myself. If I hadn't been in a hurry to leave the capital, I might not have been caught by you so soon."

Wan Yan wanted to say no, Yang Zhen killed Wu Fushan, and her father Zhang Tianxiang couldn't face it at all.

"In this case, why do you want the title deed of Yuyuantang?"

"For my father, Wu Fushan deserved to die a long time ago. After so many years of good life relying on my father's craftsmanship, I want to make him lose everything. How can he still live swaggeringly after he did something outrageous?"

Wan Yan's mood fluctuated with Yang Zhen's narration.

"How do you make Wu Fushan trust you?"

"It's very simple. I tricked Wu Fushan by opening the rough stone, and he actually believed it. In fact, there is no rough stone. I know he will die. The authenticity of the rough stone doesn't matter at all."

Yang Zhen showed disdain on his face: "I wrote down the land deed early, and when Wu Fushan was secretly rejoicing that he was about to make a fortune again, my knife was already on his neck."

"How do you get Qi Wancai to go to the stone house?"

Yang Zhen showed a disdainful expression, "Qi Wancai was fascinated by me the first time he saw me. I told him there would be a surprise that night, and he went without thinking."

"So when you saw the two of them, you stunned them with mandala powder, and then attacked?"

Wan Yan held the flower in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Now there is no poison. When I went to southern Yunnan, I saw this kind of flower all over the mountains and plains at first sight. I like this flower, and it also helped me."

"So you calculated the time, first appeared in Yicuifang, then went to kill people, and returned to Yicuifang after killing people, just to make your alibi?"

Yang Zhen smiled desolately, "But what's the use? After all the calculations, I didn't expect you and Mr. Su to appear in Yicuifang."

Wan Yan wanted to say that you didn't figure out that the Shi family of the Chief Censor was stolen, and the thief accidentally saw you.

"Where's Xiong Baocai? How did you find him?"

"When I want to get revenge, I return to the capital. I pretend to be a rough stone merchant, and soon find Xiong Baocai in the quarry. It will be easier next time. I will ask him to meet at the top of the mountain."

The joy of victory shone in Yang Zhen's eyes: "After he knew who I was, he pissed in terror. It's just this kind of rubbish that ruined me!"

Yang Zhen lowered his head and covered his eyes, then raised his head in an instant, his eyes became clear again: "I just didn't expect that Wu Fushan is completely different from those two people in ten years, but he still deserves to die."

"We found out that the three of them knew each other before. They all worked in the Anshi Jade Mine. Perhaps it was this experience that caused Wu Fushan and Qi Wancai to mix together."

Yang Zhen didn't speak, she didn't care, as long as those three people died, where they came from, and what they did, she didn't care.

Wan Yan thought of what the adults said, the Anshi jade mine was the property of Mrs. Wu's natal family.

Because of meeting Mrs. Wu, Wu Fushan changed his circumstances, but deep down, nothing changed in him.

That's why he did things worse than animals with Qi Wancai and Xiong Baoyue, and later believed in Buddhism, it was just for him to seek peace of mind.

Five days later, Wan Yan sat under the tree, looking for the branch that had sprouted green a few days ago, but to no avail.

My lord is right, after the autumn rain, nothing will remain.

This is true of everything in the world.

Looking up at the sky, a group of egrets flew by.

Lowering her head, Wan Yan took out the hairpin made of rough stone from her sleeve, and sighed.

"Painter Wanyan is sad again?" Su Jizhi looked across the window.

The little girl was startled and asked, "My lord, have you ever felt this way? Sometimes a certain scene seems to have happened somewhere?"

Su Ji raised his eyebrows.

Wan Yan bounced and ran to the window, feeling even more that this scene had happened before, "Just like at this moment, we are talking and making eye contact, as if we have experienced this before."

Su Jizhi thought about it, "I guess it was the second day after Wu Fushan was killed, and you stood under the tree like this, and said that the cypress tree had sprouted a new bud."

"That's right, that's exactly what happened at the time. I was thinking about something, and the lord called me. Thinking about it, it's only been seven or eight days. I seem to have experienced a lot again, and I have been feeling uncomfortable."

The little girl's nose was red, and she wore a purple cloak over her official uniform today, and Su Jizhi still felt that she was shivering in the autumn wind.

Wan Yan had already walked to the window and looked at him through the window, "My lord, what will happen to Yang Zhen? Can you ask the emperor to spare her?"

The corners of Su Jizhi's mouth slightly closed with a smile, and he asked softly, "Why did you do this?"

"Her murder is justifiable. If it wasn't for Wu Fushan, Qi Wancai, and Xiong Baoyue who did something utterly devoid of conscience, how could she kill them?"

"According to your logic, Dali Temple shouldn't have it, the Ministry of Criminal Justice shouldn't have it, and the Third Division shouldn't have it. People who have been hurt should use their own methods to get revenge, shouldn't it be like this?"

Wanyan language condenses.

"Who will judge morality and right from wrong?" Su Jizhi asked again.

The little girl couldn't answer.

"Then tell me, what should Yang Zhen do?"

Su Jizhi was questioned.

"My lord, not everyone will meet such a good official as your lord, and not every case will come to the truth."

The little girl said quietly, and Su Jizhi thought about the 17 years Wan Yan had gone through.

"I was lucky enough to meet my lord, I was lucky enough to leave the Jiaofang Division, and I was lucky enough to let the emperor know the cause of my father's death, so I can feel relieved, but can I feel the joys and sorrows in the world?"

Wan Yan shook her head, "I can't, neither can adults."

"That's why I want to be the Minister of Dali Temple. I use my hands." Su Jizhi pointed to his heart again, "I use this place to try my best to find the truth."

The little girl smiled, and put her hand into Su Jizhi's palm, "My lord, what we can change and what we can't change may only be known in a few years."

There was starlight in Su Jizhi's eyes, "Back when we met by chance, I never imagined that today you can enter Dali Temple and help more people."

The little girl was praised, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Wan Yan, let's get married."

Wan Yan's face was flushed with blush, radiant.

She looked at the lord, he was as tall and straight as when she first saw him, but now his eyes were full of unresolved tenderness.

"I want to see you dance every day and hear the bells ringing around your waist."

Thinking of the blush when they first met, the two stood across the window, holding each other's hands tightly, getting closer...

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　It's over, Sahua, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, thank you for your darling, I love you all!See you next book!

　　
　
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