The little girl of the general's house

Chapter 1423

Li Yujiao returned to Wu Zuofang.

Lu Yuzuo asked her: "How is it? Has the case been found out?"

Li Yujiao smiled: "How could it be so fast?"

"From what you've said, it doesn't seem like there's been any progress?"

Li Yujiao nodded: "Last night, the layman in Linshan who was captured by Butou Lu had a big backer behind him, so he was taken away without asking anything."

Lu Yuzuo sneered, and shook his head again: "Oh, these powerful people, there is really nothing to do with them. The emperor breaks the law and never commits the same crime as the common people."

"Hey!" Lu Yuzuo said, and sighed again, "But for ordinary people like us, having a relative fairness is just getting by. Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Li Yujiao pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

Not to mention in this feudal society, even in the 21st century where she once lived, why is it not like this.

However, no matter in the past or now, as long as she is still in this position, she will do her best to prevent anyone from dying in vain.

"Jing Sizheng is also here, but he didn't see any clues about those paintings." Li Yujiao took the initiative to change the subject.

Lu Wuzuo couldn't deny it: "Maybe those paintings have no problems in the first place."

"However, when the Linshan layman left, he took those paintings away in a hurry. Lu Butou has already led people to follow them quietly, maybe there will be some unexpected gains."

Lu Yuzuo nodded: "That's their job to catch up. We just need to do our part well. Have you copied the dossier I asked you to copy before?"

"Not yet, I only copied half of it."

"Ah?" Lu Yuzuo looked at Li Yujiao with some disgust, "How many days have passed, and there haven't been any corpses brought in recently, and you are not busy, so why are you so slow."

Li Yujiao smiled cheekily: "Master, it's not that you don't know that my handwriting is not good, and I often drop a drop or two of ink or something. Isn't the whole paper so useless?"

Lu Yuzuo glared at Li Yujiao: "I'm not ashamed but proud!"

"No!" Li Yujiao quickly waved her hands, "I've never been proud of this."

"Okay, don't be poor, just keep copying."

Li Yujiao said yes, and sat down in front of the desk.

Because she wanted to get a brush, she conveniently placed the handkerchief in her heart on the table.

Lu Yu was so idle, he had nothing to do, so he could only focus on Li Yujiao.

So it was natural to see the handkerchief Li Yujiao put on the table.

He stared and looked again, thought for a while, and asked with a little concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Li Yujiao, who was practicing calligraphy, oh no, who was copying the file, didn't know why, so she raised her head in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Lu Yuzuo pointed to the handkerchief Li Yujiao put on the table, and asked, "Are you injured?"

"No." Li Yujiao was a little confused.

Lu Wu asked, "Then whose blood is on this handkerchief?"

"Blood?"

Li Yujiao immediately put down the brush in her hand: "I didn't pay attention to this handkerchief when I brought it back. Isn't this a paint?"

Lu Yuzuo shook his head with a serious expression: "Take a closer look."

Li Yujiao immediately took the handkerchief over, unfolded it, and looked at it carefully.

After the painting was accidentally wet by Jing Zhong with water, she was worried about compensation, so she contributed her handkerchief.

When the paint was painted before, it was dry, and no one noticed it, but after the 'pigment' was wet with water, it seemed to show its original shape...

(End of this chapter)