Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 37 Murder Case
pier.

Miao Hong ran to the shore far away on the pretext of cleaning up the fish in the fish basket.

Wan Yan smiled brightly: "My lord!"

Just shouting these two words makes Wan Yan feel good.

This time Wan Yan looked directly into Su Jizhi's eyes, and said timidly, "I didn't expect my lord to come to cruise, how are you doing these few days?"

"Ah."

Su Jizhi always wanted to ask why?
Since you already belong to yourself, why do you always make such a pitiful appearance in front of me?

Wan Yan pointed to the lake in the distance: "I've never been to the Canglan River before. I didn't expect the scenery to be so good."

"You can come here often in the future." Su Jizhi said in his heart: You can often go to the lake with Mr. Yang. The boats are all your own things, so you can play however you want.

Thinking of Wan Yan talking and laughing with Mr. Yang, cuddling each other on the cruise ship in the middle of the Canglan River, Su Jizhi's heart churns.

Wan Yan is inexplicable, my lord may have forgotten, how could she come out so often?

After making up all kinds of pictures in his brain, Su Jizhi murmured unhappily: "Go back quickly, and don't look for me like this again..."

Wan Yan's heart trembled suddenly, what does this mean, my lord?
"grown ups!"

"Don't call me like that again, the past is over, so as not to cause misunderstanding."

Wan Yan bit her lower lip, her face was hot.

This is the first time the adult has explicitly rejected her. In the past, he always had a cold face, but he didn't feel cold to her.

Wan Yan even felt that adults liked to be in contact with her.

what is it today?
She also has self-esteem!

Wan Yan nodded: "In this case, Wan Yan won't bother you anymore. I'm wasting your time. Wan Yan apologizes here."

After finishing speaking, Wan Yan took a look at Su Ji, and her eyes were foggy.

Why do grown-ups look as sad as she does?
Wan Yan's heart was sore, the stone under her feet shattered, she almost fell down, Su Jizhi just wanted to stretch out her hand, but her fingers stopped in mid-air and retracted.

Miao Hong has been paying attention to the movement here. He thought he could see the scene of two people rejoicing, but after watching it for a while, the painting style is wrong.

Miao Hong was in a hurry and ran back to Su Jizhi, only to find that he had a gloomy face and was surrounded by hostility.

"Master Su?"

Su Jizhi didn't want to say a word.

Miao Hong said regretfully, "Why did Miss Wanyan leave? I packed all the fish, and I want her to take it back to eat."

Su Jizhi glanced at the fish basket several times, thinking to himself, could the Yang Mansion still lack these things?

At this moment, the shanty house in the distance shouted mournfully: "Come on, someone is dead! Come on, someone!"

Su Jizhi followed the voice and saw a lot of people gathered in the shanty town.

Miao Hong glanced at him, and the two ran wildly.

Before Wan Yan reached the teahouse, she saw people running towards the shore in twos and threes, still discussing: "Go and see, something happened over there, why do you hear that someone is dead?"

Wan Yan looked at everyone's backs, immersed in her sadness, and stepped into the teahouse.

During a stick of incense time, the people who just joined in the fun gathered in the teahouse to drink tea.

Discussions gradually rose: "I can't think of it. The most famous shrew in Niuzhuang is dead. Guess who killed her? She is a husband!"

Niu Zhuang?Shrew?
Wan Yan's mind appeared in the couple that she ran into at Hengshan Temple a few days ago.

"Oh, I went over to see it just now, and the woman died so badly that her head was blown out. How cruel do you think it is?"

The woman died?

"You don't know! She is famous for beating men. Who in our area doesn't know? I said a long time ago, how can I beat men like that? Now it's all right. If you get angry, the man resisted, right?"

Apparently, it was that couple.

That man killed his wife?

Before Wan Yan's eyes, when the couple left Hengshan Temple, the man was standing on tiptoe, trying to support the oil-paper umbrella for the wife.

Wan Yan stood up.

It was still early for the sisters to gather, and she couldn't restrain her curiosity, so she was going to visit the scene.

Wan Yan went retrograde all the way, and the people watching the excitement returned one after another, and Wan Yan passed them by.

Tsk tsk discussions can be heard endlessly.

There was a salty smell floating in the air.

Wan Yan walked past the place where she broke up with Su Jizhi just now, and then walked a section of cobblestone road, and a shanty town appeared in front of her eyes.

It is located in the lower reaches of the Canglan River and is a gathering place for fishermen in Tongshan Prefecture.

There are simple wooden boats parked on the riverside, fishing nets, and floats are thrown everywhere, and flies and mosquitoes are flying over the decks of the simple boats.

The shanties are connected together, and there are tall wooden boards across the two houses at a certain distance, as the interval between the two houses.

At the door of the house closest to the shanty, there were many yamen servants standing, Wan Yan saw Miao Hong at a glance.

At this time, there were only a small number of onlookers left. When they saw Wan Yan, everyone looked at her in unison.

In this filthy and simple place, a girl who looked like a fairy appeared, and everyone's eyes shone with surprise.

Miao Hong was talking with the people standing beside him, and found that everyone was holding their breath, followed their gazes, and found that it was Wan Yan.

"Why are you here?" Miao Hong walked quickly to her side and asked.

The girl smiled, a little embarrassed.

Miao Hong looked at the shanty town, but he didn't see Su Jizhi, and whispered, "A homicide happened here, Mr. Su is watching the scene. If you're not in a hurry, girl, you can wait here for your lord."

But the eyes of the onlookers were all on Wan Yan, as if they saw something strange, Miao Hong was not happy in his heart.

Slowly said again: "Why don't you come with me, don't talk or walk around in the yard."

Wan Yan nodded, followed Miao Hong through the crowd and entered the yard.

The yard is actually a small area surrounded by short fences, which looks different from the outside. With the wooden door closed, this is also a relatively independent small space.

A mud-box house with a lot of sundries piled up in the yard and a few men's clothes hanging on the fence.

Several dried fish were hanging on a drying line between the wing and the wooden door.

Wanyan was already sensitive to smells. In addition to the smell of blood, there was also a rancid smell in the air, the salty smell of dried fish.

Smells are disgusting.

Wan Yan didn't dare to move, she looked around the small courtyard, and also tried to find Su Jizhi's figure through the open window.

Yamen servants came in and out, and the jailer who had guarded Wanyan recognized her: "Girl Wanyan, why are you here?"

"I... came to find Mr. Su."

"Your Excellency, come out immediately, but the girl should not stay here, the body will be pulled out soon, I will call Miao Tutou."

Only then did Wan Yan realize that she came at the wrong time.

In a dilemma, Su Jizhi's tall figure appeared at the door of the wing room.

Then, four yamen servants walked out of the room carrying a wooden board.

The woman on the wooden board was covered with a gray cloth, wearing a blue floral top, her head tilted to one side, her muscular body seemed familiar, her head was covered in blood, her hair was messy, covering most of her face.

Wan Yan was not sure if it was the woman she had seen before.

When the board passed by Wan Yan, the wind blew up the gray cloth covering the woman.

A stench hit the face.

Wan Yan turned around, unable to bear the smell, she vomited out all the food she ate at noon.

There was only the wind in her ears, and Wan Yan's embarrassment that she felt ashamed.

Until all the sound stopped, a clean gray handkerchief was handed to Wan Yan.

Looking back, Wan Yan looked at Master Shang with deep concern.

The girl blushed: "I'm sorry, my lord."

Looking at the filth on the ground, Wan Yan wanted to bury herself in the dust.

(End of this chapter)