The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 115

Coming out of the prison, Murong Che looked at Su Qingran beside him, "Have you recorded everything, show it to me."

"My handwriting is ugly, son, don't dislike me." Su Qingran handed it over hesitantly.

This man won't change his face when he sees it, right?

After receiving the file, Murong Che only glanced at it, then frowned, "I asked you to record his statement, what did you write on it?"

Not to mention the crooked handwriting, and the ink stains left on it can be ignored, but what does it mean that she has circles and crosses on it?
Su Qingran was a little guilty, and raised his finger, "The circled place is a word that I can't write, and the 'cross' refers to the person who killed him."

"..."

Murong Che's face turned dark suddenly, "You can't read?"

"It can be regarded as literate..." She can read simplified characters, but she is really not familiar with traditional characters. There are many characters that she can recognize but can't write.

"If you don't know how to read, learn how to read. I don't want people to know that the Wuzuo of Dali Temple doesn't know a lot of characters. It's shameful."

Seeing the disgust in the man's eyes, Su Qingran couldn't help but twitch her mouth.

She, a high-achieving student who graduated from a key university, was dismissed as illiterate after time travel...

Murong Che took her resentment into his eyes, and directly threw the file to her, "You sort out tonight's confession, the handwriting must be neat, and if you can't write well, you won't be allowed to sleep. My son will ask for it tomorrow morning."

As soon as the words fell, Bailihe walked towards this side, glanced at the file inadvertently, and couldn't help laughing, "Is this recorded by Han Qing?"

Su Qingran was furious, and gouged him with his eyes, "Baili, I recorded it for you today, you take it back and sort it out, the son said you will want it tomorrow."

The smile froze at the corner of Bailihe's mouth. If it was normal, he would be willing to sort it out, but he had to understand the ghostly symbols.

"Whoever records it will sort it out." Murong Che gave her a cool look and asked Bailihe, "Have you counted the 2000 taels of gold?"

Bailihe nodded, "The amount is just right. It has already been put into the warehouse of Dali Temple. It's just that the gold doesn't look like it came out of the money prison."

In the east, the Ministry of Households has a special institution for minting coins, called Qianjian.

Whether it is official salaries or gold and silver in daily circulation, they are all minted by Qian Jian.

Of course, in addition to the money supervisor under the supervision of the Ministry of Households, there are also institutions that mint coins privately, but once the amount of coins minted reaches a certain amount, it violates the laws of Donglin.

Murong Che chuckled when he heard the words, "Jun Qingnan's annual salary is only a few thousand taels of silver, so naturally it is impossible for him to send all the money from the mansion."

"Would you like to take a look?"

"Let's go."

After checking the 2000 taels of gold that had been put into storage, Bai Lihe finally remembered, "By the way, Murong, the old couple from Jingzhao Mansion came to Dali Temple to ask for news."

"Go and tell them, within three days, their daughter will definitely come home." Murong Che said as he put the gold ingot under his nose and gently sniffed it.

Su Qingran couldn't help smelling it, and frowned slightly. The gold seemed to have a fragrance of powder.

Murong Che glanced at her, "You go back first, and Zhu Hao will teach you how to read later."

"Zhu Hao?" Su Qingran's mouth twitched again.

"Why, you still want my son to teach you personally?" Murong Che narrowed his eyes.

Su Qingran: "..."

She didn't mean that!

"I want my son to teach you. Tonight, you will wait in the study after serving the medicine." Murong Che took the lead to move away.

wipe……

It is really regarded as illiterate.

(End of this chapter)