Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 20 Drunk is a gentle town

Wan Yan looked at Su Jizhi.

It seems that we haven't seen each other for a day.

The adults looked at her with eyes that seemed to contain a thousand words.

Wan Yan also has a lot to ask.

"What did your lord say? Is it me? Or how is the investigation going?"

Su Jizhi suppressed his panic, and said with a cold face, "Of course it's a case."

Wan Yan wanted to laugh in her heart.

After hooking up with adults for so long, Wan Yan seems to have become a habit. Whenever she sees him, she always wants to tease him, even though she doesn't know whether her actions count as teasing.

She saw her sisters doing this all the time.

"Yeah." Wan Yan agreed, with disappointment on her face.

Su Jizhi's heart was hot, he would never say that he misses her a little bit.

Wan Yan described in detail the content of her conversation with the sisters, Su Jizhi thought for a moment, and smiled from the corner of his eyes.

Under the girl's seemingly weak appearance, there is a delicate heart with seven apertures.

"My lord, I also found a men's hairpin in the bedside quilt of Sister Tanghong's bed. It smells faintly of blood."

Wan Yanyong got closer to Su Jizhi as much as possible, and lowered her voice: "But my lord, I can't figure it out. Vice General Wei has been dead for six days. If the hairpin belonged to the murderer, why didn't Sister Tanghong throw it away and keep it?" where?"

Su Jizhi lowered his face.

"My lord, analyze now, is the murderer the man surnamed Zhang, can you arrest him?"

Wan Yan flashed her big black diamond-like eyes, completely immersed in the case, and did not notice a cluster of small flames slowly igniting in Su Jizhi's eyes.

Both of them lowered their voices, and they got closer and closer until Wan Yan raised her head and found that the man's stubbled chin was right in front of her eyes.

Wan Yan realized later, and took a step back in a panic: "My lord, the little girl is rude."

Unconsciously, he lowered his head again.

Su Jizhi made a fake cough, and said: "Yesterday, the government government has secretly launched an investigation in the sand and gravel field. Those who were not in the sand and gravel field on the night of the incident have been registered. This time, the goal is clearer. Tonight, in the name of the investigation, I will Put Tang Hong in prison."

"Catch Tang Hong?"

Wan Yan couldn't tell how she felt, she was not the Virgin, and Tang Hong was the one who framed her.

If it wasn't for the adults to notice clearly, she might be accused of murder.

From this point, Wan Yan hoped that Tang Hong would be punished.

But now Tang Hong is about to be arrested?
Wan Yan was in a trance for a moment.

"My lord, when the time comes, can you ask me why Tang Hong hates me? Why did she frame me?"

After finishing what was said, the room fell into silence.

After a while, Wan Yan raised her head, but the lord was still standing where she was.

Wan Yan timidly asked: "Sir, if you have time, how about I make you a cup of tea?"

Su Jizhi slowly walked back to the nanmu chair and sat down, as a tacit consent.

Taking the tea set, Wan Yan looked at Su Jizhi.

Sitting there, the lord was cold, incompatible with the extravagant atmosphere created by the lavender veil behind him.

He sat like a green pine, his face was tense, and his back was straight.

"What kind of tea do adults like to drink?"

"It's all right!"

Only two words.

"Adults have a lot of things to do every day, summer is hot and dry, Longjing tea, in my heart, Longjing tea is like an adult, light but far away, fragrant and clear."

Su Ji was startled.

With a slight smile on Wan Yan's face, she sat down behind the tea table and said softly, "Warm the cup first."

Su Jizhi watched as she poured boiling water into the teacup, then picked up the teacup and rotated it slowly, then poured hot water into the tea boat.

"Then fill the tea." Wan Yan put the tea leaves into the tea lotus and looked up at Su Jizhi.

The adult's body tightened even more.

Wan Yan lowered her eyes: "Now put tea." Then put the tea in the tea lotus into the tea cup.

Wan Yan stopped talking after that, she poured water into the tea cup, turned the cup several times, and then poured it out.

Then tilt the kettle up and down three times, and the fragrance of tea wafts out of the room.

Wan Yan straightened her sleeves, stood up slowly, and walked towards Su Jizhi with a teacup in her hand.

"My lord." Walking in front of him, Wan Yan offered her both hands.

Su Jizhi saw the mist in the teacup, the tea soup was clear and green, and the buds and leaves were tender and evenly formed into flowers, graceful and graceful.

Five words flashed in his mind: "Drunkness is the hometown of tenderness".

Take the teacup and sip carefully, the tea is fresh and refreshing, and the aftertaste is sweet and mellow.

Su Jizhi didn't say a word, Wan Yan stood beside him, she could see the adult's Adam's apple sliding while drinking tea.

He was wearing the brown uniform with the gray round collar, and he had a calm and gloomy demeanor.

What about Su Jizhi?

While sipping tea, I was immersed in the delicate and soft tenderness of the little white rabbit.

There was an undercurrent between the two until there was a noise outside the door.

Su Jizhi put down the teacup and frowned, because he heard the words "Master Su, Yin of Tongshan Mansion" mentioned in the noise.

Wan Yan also heard it, her body trembled, she remembered this voice, it was Wang Yuanwai.

The girl looked at Su Jizhi with horror.

What?

The king is here!
As the noise approached, Wan Yan heard her mother's voice: "Mr. Wang, don't be angry. I can't help it. If you have something to say, please say it. Master Su is here."

The door was pushed open with a clang.

In charge, mother, Wang Yuanwai, the tortoise slave of the Jiaofang Division.

Behind them were guests and sisters who wanted to watch the excitement.

The palm explained in advance: "Master Su, I'm sorry, Wang Yuanwai was drinking next door, and the younger one didn't stop him."

As he spoke, he signaled Guinu to start, but Wang Yuanwai pushed him away: "What are you doing? I bought Wanyan, why don't you give it to me?"

Su Jizhi's face was gloomy.

Wang Yuanwai drank, his tongue became big, his eyes were red and he stared at Wanyan: "You sold it to me, you can't escape."

As soon as he said that, he came to drag her.

Su Jizhi suddenly picked up the teacup and raised it outwards, and Wang Yuanwai groaned, "What are you doing? Who are you?"

Wang Yuanwai was covered in tea stains.

Anger hung on the greasy face.

The mother seemed to persuade the fight, but actually fanned the flames: "This is not someone else, I tell you, this is our Master Yin Su of Tongshan Mansion!"

"What's the matter, my lord? Wanyan sold it to me, and it's mine now."

Wang Yuanwai was drunk and cowardly, and when stimulated by his mother, he yelled even louder.

From the corner of Su Ji's eyes, he saw Wan Yan approaching him gently, with his hands hidden under his sleeves, as if he was about to be buried in the dust as he had just seen him for the first time.

Su Jizhi said coldly, "Oh? You sell it as soon as you say? What about the paperwork?"

Wan Yan's heart wanted to rise to her throat.

Wang Yuanwai wiped the tea stains on his face, looking even more wretched, reached into his sleeve and took out a piece of paper.

"Look, you all have a look, this is the document, 1000 taels, the highest price of Jiaofang Sitou brand Wanyan."

All eyes were on Wan Yan.

She blushed, bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with humiliation.

"There is only one copy of this document. How do I know if it is true?" Su Jizhi was not in a hurry, and his tone was the same as usual.

Mom stepped forward.

Su Jizhi is the Governor of Tongshan, but his mother is not afraid of him.

The Jiaofang Division is under the management of the household department, but her mother has the final say on a daily basis.

Over the years, she has made a lot of money from the girls.

Su Jizhi blocked her way of making money.

"Oh, Master Su, don't you believe me? I still have a copy here."

As she spoke, her mother took out the prepared papers and showed them to Su Jizhi.

She just wanted to deflate Su Jizhi.

Su Ji took a step forward, took it slowly, and double-checked the two written documents in his hand.

Wan Yan looked at the written evidence, distraught and indignant.

In the next second, Su Jizhi folded the two written documents and placed them in the palm of his hand. His big hand with well-defined knuckles exerted a slight force.

The written documents were torn to pieces like light smoke falling...

(End of this chapter)