Pretending to be jealous in the arms of Dali Temple

Chapter 42 His Mind

Wan Yan took two mouthfuls, and the fish in the bowl had piled up into a hill, with two green vegetables on top.

"grown ups!"

Su Ji's eyebrows eased, and Wan Yan was a little dazed.

She saw something in the adult's eyes that made her heart beat.

"During this period of time, you can stay at ease, I will be with Jiaofang Division."

Wan Yan lowered her eyes: "Okay!" She remembered that not long ago, she was still worried about leaving the teaching workshop, and her wish came true inadvertently.

"Thank you sir."

"You're welcome, you participated in solving the case and helped me a lot."

"But I didn't find anything at the scene of the crime today." Wan Yan was annoyed, this feeling was too much to use.

"No, I just saw the portrait of Guo Wanfu you painted, which is much better than the painters in the government office. I have ordered the city gate, the wharf, the shops in Tongshan Mansion, and the inn to look for Guo Wanfu with the portrait."

Wan Yan smiled slightly: "My lord, you only suspected Guo Wanfu in the afternoon, but now you have confirmed that he is the murderer?"

"No, my thoughts are the same as when I was at the scene. After you left, I talked with the people in the shantytowns. Yesterday Guo Wanfu went home at [-]:[-] and went out before noon. When he returned home around [-]:[-], he had a fierce argument with Qian Xier. , many people in the neighborhood heard it.”

"They did it?"

Wan Yan recalled that the scene was a mess.

Su Jizhi nodded: "It seems so. One of the neighbors saw Guo Wanfu when he was still in Shenyang, and said that he came out of the house with a dazed look on his face."

"At that time, he had already killed Qian Xi'er?"

"There is a suspicious point here. If the neighbor's statement is true, then the murderer who killed Qian Xi'er must be someone else, because a neighbor saw Qian Xi'er packing clothes in the yard yesterday."

Wan Yan was shocked: "My lord, if we believe our neighbors, Guo Wanfu will be fine, but what if the neighbors lie?"

Su Jizhi secretly admired Wan Yan: "It's remarkable that you can think of this. Yes, this is the suspicious point I mentioned. I made an on-site inspection and found that Qian Xi'er was killed almost six hours ago. There is indeed a difference in time with Guo Wanfu. "

"My lord, if Guo Wanfu really killed Qian Xi'er, can he leave home and come back? After committing the crime and then leave? It's just that this process was not discovered?"

"I can't rule out this possibility, but if you think about it this way, the things you said to me about Guo Wanfu and Qian Xier's close relationship don't count!"

Wan Yan was distressed: "Ah, I don't know anymore. My lord should continue to investigate according to your thinking. I can't explain clearly. I always feel that Guo Wanfu is impossible, but he is not a murderer. Why didn't he show up and run away?"

Su Jizhi took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and said calmly, "So your portrait is of great help. I hope Guo Wanfu will appear soon."

"However..." Su Jizhi expressed his worry: "I'm afraid that the murderer is someone else. Guo Wanfu has already been killed."

Wan Yan was shocked.

After a long while, the girl continued to ask: "My lord, do you doubt Guo Wanfu now or do you not doubt him?"

Su Jizhi's expression sank slightly, and he shook his head: "There is no way to judge now, and we still need to investigate. If I must give the result, each will take half."

Wan Yan didn't want to eat any more, resting on her cheek with one hand, she began to recall a few days ago.

"My lord, with so many wounds on Qian Xier's body, is it impossible to determine the cause of her death now?"

"Yes, the determination of death must be consistent with the final cause of death. Let's first assume that Guo Wanfu is the murderer. Qian Xi'er had a bump injury and a strangulation injury. Qian Xier did not die after the strangulation, but died of bleeding after the collision. , this is different."

Wan Yan thought for a while, "My lord, you should say this so that I can understand better. For example, there are two murderers, one strangled the deceased and the other beat the deceased. Both of them need to be convicted, so what is the final cause of death?" ?It's different."

Su Jizhi looked at the dancing candle on Wan Yan's face, and once again marveled at her intelligence.

"Sometimes, you are more agile than Miao Hong."

Wan Yan shyly said, "Your Excellency is too much, how can I compare with Miao Chutou? It is Your Excellency who gave me a chance to see something different."

Su Jizhi put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at Wan Yan softly, and said slowly: "Today I set down the Qingyang Painting and Calligraphy Studio, and it will be my place from now on. I know you have a lot of research on calligraphy and painting, and I will ask you to help me in the Painting and Calligraphy Studio from now on." I'll take care of it."

Wan Yan was so excited that her eyes were shining with stars, and she held the champagne tightly with her small hands.

The dream of her and her father was to open a calligraphy and painting studio, but unfortunately the dream came to an abrupt end two years ago.

"As long as the adults don't dislike her, Wan Yan will do her best."

"I have no research on calligraphy and painting, nor am I proficient, otherwise I wouldn't be able to buy a fake and hang it in my study..."

Wan Yan smiled, not mocking.

"However, I prefer fakes to real ones. Before we met, I bought Qing'an Layman's paintings..."

Wan Yan's ear tips are hot.

There is indeed an inexplicable fate between her and adults.

My lord appeared when mother sold her to Wang Yuanwai.

The adult appeared because of a homicide, this rare event in a century saved her.

The adults seemed to be sent by heaven to save her.

Wan Yan's mind fluctuated, with thousands of thoughts.

Su Jizhi continued: "Wan Yan, you can say that I am interested in sex, or that my old iron tree is blooming. I really have a different idea of ​​the girl."

Wan Yan was caught off guard, lowered her head, her heart beating like a drum, what are you doing, my lord?
"I will let you live in the government office and will not return to Jiaofangsi. Don't worry, please trust me."

Su Jizhi sat upright, the candlelight dancing on his face.

Every word he uttered hit Wan Yan's heart.

"It's very happy to say what I think in my heart at this moment. Today, I misunderstood that the girl is going to marry Mr. Yang, and I am heartbroken, so I will not let this happen again in the future. Please give me a chance, Miss Wanyan."

In addition to her heartbeat, Wan Yan's nose was sour, and her eyes were suddenly clouded with mist.

She was very moved.

"Wan Yan, you are a good girl. You shouldn't have entered the Jiaofang Division because of Master Xue. The reason why I was demoted to Tongshan Mansion was because I advocated the abolition of the Jiu Clan and angered the emperor. Now, there is a long way to go, but I will definitely not Let the girl go back."

Wan Yan shed a tear, this was the first time Su Jizhi had spoken such a long sentence to her.

"I know Miss Wanyan wanted to use my hand to get away from Jiaofangsi, but your words of admiration for me are not sincere."

Wan Yan's tears were like falling pearls, and when she heard Su Jizhi's words, her cheeks became hot.

"But I like those words of admiration, Wan Yan, I hope that one day, you can really say those words to me."

If there is a hole in the ground, Wan Yan wants to get in. At this moment, she is crying and laughing, feeling that she is extremely ugly in front of adults.

"What about me? I'm 24 years old. I've been serving as the Minister of Dali Temple for two years, and I've been demoted to Tongshan Mansion for more than two months. My parents are dead and never married. I still have ten taels of silver left after taking over the Qingyang Painting and Calligraphy Studio. Wanyan, this is me. the whole family."

After Su Jizhi finished speaking, he hurriedly stopped the topic: "Wan Yan, don't say anything now, and don't answer me..."

Outside the window, there is no wind, only a bright moon hanging in the sky with a smile.

Wan Yan gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, surrounded by warmth.

She didn't see that Su Jizhi's palms were sweating, so she let out a long sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)