Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 176 Compassion
Jing Chunqi put the things Zheng Cuier gave him in a sheepskin bag and took Zhang Ruolian all the way to the teahouse.

Jing Chun had indeed come here with Jiang Hejin before, and at that time he was still working as a painter in Jingzhao Mansion. Jing Chun thought that if Jiang Hejin moved out at the right time, he didn't know if he could get a credit.

Zhang Ruolian looked at the brilliant teahouse in front of him and froze in place, "Well worker, the tea here is not cheap."

"I know," Jing Chun also frowned. For a moment she didn't know if it would work out, "I'll go in and ask first, Mr. Zhang, just wait for me."

"Huh? Wait again?"

Jing Chun had just left the teahouse, and was still thinking about talking to the shopkeeper, but the people in the teahouse saluted Jing Chun as if they knew Jing Chun.

"Hi, princess, concubine."

Jing Chun was surprised at everyone's behavior, and at the same time he was surprised at the address to himself, "Do you know me?"

The leader was a man who was over fifty years old and replied: "Back to the Princess, my servant Qin Ci is the manager of this tea house. His Highness King Li has told me that the servants naturally know the identity of the Princess."

Even if you have acquaintances, it is easy to do things.

Jing Chun cautiously asked: "Then can I bring my friend a cup of herbal tea? I will pay on credit first, and I will definitely pay back in the future."

"Where is the princess? The owner of this teahouse is His Royal Highness King Li. How can we talk about credit? You are also the wife of His Royal Highness King Li. If the princess needs it, just give her orders, but the servants dare not charge a penny."

"No, no, no, the money still has to be given. If I am worried that His Highness, Prince Li, will be blamed, I will tell him personally."

Husband and wife are husband and wife, and money is money, so Jing Chun can still keep things separate.

"I'll bring my friends over in a while. Remember one thing, you can't call me Wangfei, just call me Jing Chun."

Everyone looked at each other and said, "Princess, you are making things difficult for us. As slaves, how can we dare to call you by your name?"

"Then you can call me whatever you want," Jing Chun swept past the crowd, "just don't call me Wangfei, please."

Although everyone was reluctant, they could only nod their heads.

After Jing Chun repeatedly urged, he left the teahouse and brought in Zhang Ruolian who was outside the door.

Qin Ci hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to speak, so he simply said: "Please come in."

Qin Ci personally brought Jing Chun and the two of them to a private room on the second floor, and without waiting for the two of them to speak, they prepared all the tea and snacks and placed them on the desk, along with a pot of ice cream to relieve the heat. piece.

Whether it is dessert styles or teacups and dishes, the designs are exquisite and you can tell they are expensive just by looking at them.

This was the first time Zhang Ruolian saw such an exquisite tea tray. He was stunned for a moment and slowly raised a thumbs up.

"Well worker, it will cost a lot of money, what kind of family background do you have?"

"Ah... I don't have any family background. I know the boss here, and I have some friendship, otherwise I would not be willing to bring Mr. Zhang here."

Jing Chun interrupted, "When I left just now, Miss Zheng gave me something. I don't know what it was?"

Zhang Ruolian looked over and said, "Take it out and take a look. Are there any words written on it?"

Jing Chun opened the folded paper and frowned slightly, "No, it's a portrait."

Jing Chun sighed lightly. Zheng Cuier had some background in painting skills. Although the portrait she made could not show the whole picture, some basic facial features could still be highlighted.

"Who is it drawn?"

Jing Chun handed the painting to Zhang Ruolian. Zhang Ruolian just took the tea cup and frowned, "I don't know this person either, well worker, have you seen him?"

"It's Ren Cong."

Zhang Ruolian choked suddenly, but fortunately he reacted quickly and did not choke on the painting, "Cough cough cough cough cough... Well worker, are you talking about Ren Shihua's son? Ren Shihua's son who is still in prison? "

Jing Chun nodded, "Yes."

"But I've heard from A Ming that Han Yuyan's child belongs to Ren Shihua, and he even recognized his relatives by blood. Can there be any falsehood about the confession by blood?"

Jing Chun couldn't help but marvel, Zhang Ruolian, how many things have you inquired about?
"It's true that the child is recognized by blood, but there is no guarantee that the child must belong to Ren Shihua. Inherited Ren Shihua's blood, and the child also inherited Ren Cong's blood, so the baby boy is of the same blood as Ren Shihua."

Mrs. Ren should have known that the child was not Ren Shihua's. Back then, Jing Chun wondered why Mrs. Ren believed so firmly that this child would be compatible with Ren Shihua's blood, but she didn't have any doubts. It turned out to be because of this.

How could that lady be so magnanimous? How could that woman bear it when someone else's woman gave birth to her husband's child?

Jing Chun couldn't help but reveal a trace of sarcasm. Fortunately, at that time, he thought that Mrs. Ren was a woman with ambitions, and she really enjoyed the pleasure of cutting through the mess with a sharp knife. But now, looking at her, she was indeed a woman with ambitions, but unfortunately she used it in the wrong place.

"Well worker, the compassion of this world..."

Zhang Ruolian's voice was inexplicably lower, as if it was pressed deeply into the soil, as if he was moaning under a heavy burden, but it was crisper than moaning.

Jing Chun was stunned for a moment, and his original sarcastic smile suddenly froze. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Ruolian. He just pursed his lips and looked at the tea cup in front of him absentmindedly.

"Zhang Gong..." Jing Chun hesitated to speak. She understood Zhang Ruolian's state of mind. There is no antidote in this world for seeing the suffering and evil of time but being unable to lend a helping hand everywhere.

just like……

people, insignificant...

The seeds buried deep in the snow are looking forward to spring, but they don't know that it is always winter in this world.

"It's nothing." Zhang Ruolian put on a smile and changed the topic, "Jing Gong, what should we do now? Should we tell Mr. Song? Or summon Ren Cong first."

Jing Chun also came back to his senses and said: "It's difficult. Zheng Cuier's case is considered a new one, but Zheng Cuier can't be dragged into it. If we tell Mr. Song, how can we not interrogate the person who investigated the case? In this case, there are no witnesses. , how can he be qualified to summon Ren Cong?"

"What about Wei Arnuo's case?"

"The only clue we can find now is that the owner of the finger is related to the Ren family, but there is nothing else."

"I think Ms. Arnold's case probably has something to do with Ren Cong. Otherwise, who would be able to get Ren Shihua's finger?"

That being said, but...

"We don't have any evidence at all, and even if there is evidence, Miss Anuo is unwilling to report this matter to the police, what can you and I do?"

For a moment, Zhang Ruolian's interest also waned, "Then wouldn't what we have done be in vain?"

"Of course not. There are still many things to do next?"

"whats the matter?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow," Jing Chun had already put away the portrait, and took another look at the sky, and it turned out that the sun had already set.

Jing Chun suddenly remembered Lu Chi's words today, and almost forgot that Jiang and Jin still had something to talk to Jing Chun about.

"I have to go back early today, so I won't leave Zhang Gong first, and remit tomorrow."

Zhang Ruolian still had some snacks in his mouth, "Huh? Are you leaving now? Haven't you finished eating yet?"

"It's really urgent."

But looking at the exquisite pastry, it would be a lie to say that he has no appetite, so Jing Chun still took a pastry and stuffed it into his mouth wholeheartedly.

"Then I'll go back too."

"Is Zhang Gong not eating?"

"No, no, I have something urgent..."

Zhang Ruolian was not in a hurry, it was obvious that he had no money and no confidence. Now that Jing Chun had left and there was no support, naturally he did not dare to stay.

(End of this chapter)