Li Chengmei frowned, with a solemn expression on his face!
Looking fiercely at Miss Lian who was dumbfounded, "Are you satisfied?"
"I… "
"A woman like you is hopeless."
"I..." She lost her words several times.
Li Cheng has walked to Jingrong's side, looked at his bleeding palm, turned around and called the little Er in the teahouse, and ordered, "Quickly find the medicine box."
The little one was also terrified.
Looking at the blood on the ground, he nodded again and again, and hurriedly fetched the medicine box.
Ji Yunshu carefully applied medicine and bandage to Jingrong.
Fortunately, he had the medicine to stop the bleeding, which quickly stopped the blood on Jing Rong's palm.
Miss Lian froze in place for a while, then looked at Jing Rong with extreme guilt, and said apologetically, "Young Master, I didn't mean it, I just..."
Jing Rong glanced at her: "Small injury, it's just that girl don't make trouble anymore."
"Hmm." Nodding obediently.
How dare she make trouble again!
If it came out, she would really become a high-profile joke.
The fire is out!
The second floor of the teahouse returned to calm again.
But the blood that splattered on the ground was particularly eye-catching.
It was a stark contrast to the white snow outside.
Zhao Er watched from the side, extremely worried.
The tears in his eyes swirled even more.
But seeing that Jingrong's hands were already bandaged, the worry in his heart was also reduced a bit.
Concerned, he asked, "Brother Jing, are you alright? Let's go see the doctor."
Jing Rong: "It's okay."
"But if..."
"Miss Zhao'er, don't worry."
She lost her words.
Just rubbing his hands together tightly.
This woman's mind can be seen clearly by others.
Li Cheng suddenly asked her, "Little Zhao'er, what are you doing here?"
Zhao Er said, "Donate books!"
"Donate books? Donate what books?"
"At this time of the year, many people in Gao Ding donate some unused books, or old books."
"Where to donate?"
"Wenshe." Zhao Er said.
Um
Hearing this, Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong looked at each other.
Ji Yunshu asked, "How did you donate the book to Wenshe?"
Zhao Er replied, "Just put the book in a box and carry it to the Wenshe."
box!
It dawned on me!
Ji Yunshu had found a clue.
so-
Li Cheng also reacted: "Oh! I see."
Miss Lian glared at him: "Humph!"
Jing Rong got up and said, "Let's go!"
Go to Wenshe.
Ji Yunshu was worried: "But your hand..."
"It's okay, it's important to handle the case."
So, several people hurriedly left the teahouse.
Miss Lian is not easy to make trouble anymore, thinking about going to trouble Li Cheng later.
However, Zhao Er walked to the fence on the second floor and looked at the street from above, seeing the backs of the group of them leaving, his eyes filled with loss.
Her thoughts were all seen by the girls.
One person said, "Our little Zhao'er has his original aspiration!"
The word is also used fresh.
Zhao Er retracted his gaze and lowered his head: "Where is it?"
"We can see your thoughts, why hide them?"
"no."
A red-clothed woman reminded her again: "But Zhao Er, that son is quite handsome, just..."
Hesitant to speak.
Zhao Er: "What is it?"
"Didn't you notice just now that Young Master Jing has an unusual relationship with the Young Master in gray next to him? The two... seem to be unusual."
unusual!
To put it bluntly, it is Longyang's addiction!
Zhao Er was stuck in his throat at the moment.
I am not a fool, I naturally see it in my eyes.
When Fang Caijingrong pushed her hand away and let the Ji Gongzi bandage it, she had already realized it.
Outside the autopsy room of the city department before, Jing Rong had already expressed her attitude and hinted to herself, but even if she seized a glimmer of hope, she was still reluctant to let go.
It was Miss Lian, she immediately said: "Don't talk nonsense, I think that the surname Jinggen is what you said." She comforted Zhao Er, "Don't think about it."
Zhao Er nodded.
"Besides, men in this world have to choose carefully, and don't look away."
"You mean yourself." Someone said.
Miss Lian snorted.
Immediately, he picked up the hairpin that he had dropped on the ground, and went to pull out the golden hairpin that Jing Rong had inserted on the table, but his strength was too strong.
Had to give up.
…
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong's group rushed towards Wenshe in the face of the heavy snow.
on the way.
Jing Rong whispered a few words to Lang Bo: "This is Hu Yi after all, don't just draw a knife and get a gun."
"My subordinates understand that I just saw that the lord was injured, and I couldn't help it for a while. I will keep this in mind next time."
"Um!"
Lang Bo is also a little regretful!
If it wasn't for Li Cheng to hold him and the prince to stop him, he might have really moved his hand.
Fortunately, it was received in time!
Otherwise, I don't know what the chaos will be like!
When he arrived at Wenshe, Li Cheng immediately sent the message to the person in charge, Xiao Heguan.
"Master Li, are you?"
Li Cheng glanced at Ji Yunshu and motioned for her to ask questions.
Ji Yunshu then asked, "I want to know, is there a lot of people who donate books here every year at this time?"
"Yes, many dignitaries and children of wealthy families in the city will donate a lot of books to the Wenshe, and then distribute those books one by one to the officials in need. This is the case every year before the scientific examination."
"Then, do you remember that on the night Du Mubai was killed, someone came with a box containing books?"
"this… "
"no?"
Xiao Heguan said: "That's not true, I just have to go through the records to find out."
Ji Yunshu: "Can you find it in the shortest time?"
"Yes, go check it now."
The crowd waited in the hall.
Xiao Heguan's work efficiency is not low, and it took about two cups of tea to find out.
Holding a booklet of records, he handed it to Ji Yunshu: "It's here."
Ji Yunshu took it.
At a glance, there is a clear time and date on it.
and how many books were donated.
What is certain is that on the night Du Mubai was killed, someone did indeed come to Wenshe with several large boxes of books.
Ji Yunshu asked, "Can you find out who donated?"
Xiao Heguan shook his head: "I don't know that!"
"why?"
"Many people donate books anonymously, not to mention old books that they don't read, so they don't bother to put their names on it."
"Are those books still there?"
"It's all split."
Ji Yunshu asked again: "Then do you still remember whether any of the boxes that were moved in were empty."
"Empty?" Xiao Heguan shook his head, his eyes lit up again, and said, "However, there is only one dissatisfaction with the books in a large box, and it is estimated that there are not enough books, nothing unusual, just... Why do you ask? Is it related to Du Mubai's case?" Ji Yunshu closed the record book in his hand and said, "I think...it has something to do with it! Maybe this is how the murderer brought Du Mubai in."