Master Zhang is dead
That is to appease the famous wealthy businessman in the county town!
I heard that on his 60th birthday today, Mr. Zhang held a grand birthday party in the mansion. He invited half of the famous people in the county, and there were many nobles who came from other places to celebrate his birthday. The whole mansion was almost full. Table seats.
The congratulations alone filled two large rooms!
Can be described as full of style.
Speaking of that Mr. Zhang, he is a polite person on the surface, but he is actually very stingy, and not a single piece of silver is leaked out of his hand.
Known as the "iron rooster" title!
This birthday banquet, in order to show off the scenery, even invited a lot of troupes to come over, dancing and singing everything, and even spent a lot of money to invite a troupe to come and sing.
Who knows, when the play is only halfway through, people fall on the seats.
Killed on the spot!
And at this moment, Zhang's residence has become a mess, scaring many people.
When Liu Zhiliang heard it, he still couldn't react.
However, the yamen next to him reminded, "Sir, are we going to the Zhang residence?"
"Of course I'm going. You bring someone over first, block the Zhang Mansion, and then notify Zu Zuo to come and take a look."
"Yes."
The yamen quickly went to work.
Liu Zhiliang bowed to Jing Rong, "Your Highness, this happened suddenly, lower official..."
"You are busy with your work, this king will not disturb you, and your people don't need to escort this king back."
"Yes."
Jing Rong glanced at the two little servants who were kneeling on the ground and their bodies were trembling, her sinister eyes narrowed slightly, and she took Shi Ziran away.
On the way back-
Shi Ziran was curious, "My lord, shouldn't this be another unsolved case?"
"You want to know?"
"Just curious."
Jing Rong sneered, "Maybe that Master Zhang was too hard on himself and ended up dying. What unsolved cases are not unsolved cases, where in this world are there so many unsolved cases?"
Shi Ziran nodded.
Han Han smiled.
Back at the inn, it was already an hour later.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ji Yunshu sitting there waiting for him.
The corner of Xie Xie's mouth twitched upwards, and with a wicked smile, Shi Ziran went out and turned to close the door.
I thought to myself, this is the den of the jackal, this woman has brought her to the door!
"Wait for me?" he asked.
Ji Yunshu: "Brother Lang said you went to the yamen?"
"Well, I went to meet the county magistrate Liu Zhiliang."
"I heard that Zhang Mansion is dead?" Ji Yunshu said directly, but his tone was neither salty nor light.
Jing Rong smiled, "The news spread quite quickly." Then she sat down beside her and said in a commanding tone, "Listen, start early tomorrow morning."
The implication is that she is not allowed to meddle in her own business!
Ji Yunshu naturally understood what he meant.
He simply smiled, poured two cups of tea, pushed one of them to him, then got up and left.
But as soon as he took two steps, his wrist was caught, and with a strong pull, his body fell into Jing Rong's generous chest, and his waist was tightly clasped by his arms.
Can't break free!
The two bodies were stuck together.
One tall and one short!
One big and one small!
Before Ji Yunshu came back to his senses, his chin was lifted by his fingers,
Meet the eyes, look at each other!
"Is this gone?"
She raised her eyes lightly, "Why not?"
Jing Rong looked jealous and complained, and said, "This kid Wei Yi is always occupying you. It's hard for this king to talk to you a few more words. Lamb to the mouth, where... is there any reason to push it out?"
While speaking, he still lowered his body and gently rested his forehead on hers.
Domineering eyes, with affection.
Ji Yunshu's body froze, but he did not forget to lean back.
Helpless, Jing Rong's hand on her waist was very firm.
"Little goblin, don't try to escape, this king will eat you tonight."
"nonsense."
"Whether it's nonsense or not, you'll know after you do it."
Lips close...
Ji Yunshu immediately put his hands on his chest and pushed it away a few inches.
He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and said, "It's very late, you should rest early."
She broke free.
Who knows—
A small square, flat wooden sign fell out of the sleeve.
Boom!
smashed to the ground.
Ji Yunshu wanted to pick it up, but Jing Rong snatched it first.
When he touched his fingers, it felt very smooth, and the four corners were also polished to be rounded, and the color of the wooden sign was like a blur of ink.
In the middle, there is a beautiful pattern.
Can't identify the text? Or flowers
"What is this?" He raised it in his hand.
Ji Yunshu stretched out his hand to take it back, quickly tucked it into his sleeve, and said calmly, "An ordinary small wooden board."
Jing Rong obviously didn't believe it.
"If it's normal, why are you so nervous?"
"Have it?"
"It's all written on your face." Jing Rong was sullen and his brows tightened, "Could it be that this thing was also given to you by Wei Yi's father?"
Shame!
Ji Yunshu immediately explained, "This is a relic left to me by my mother, I have been wearing it by my side, and I can't throw it away."
After saying this, Jing Rong was speechless.
Taking advantage of this, Ji Yunshu quickly slipped away.
Jing Rong was left in the room annoyed.
Just now, he should have thrown that woman onto the bed, and it was all over.
I really answered that sentence, and the fat in my mouth fell into the ditch.
With a sigh, he simply undressed and rested.
The next morning!
The first floor of the inn.
Boom!
"Have you heard? Master Zhang died last night."
"Last night, I heard that Mr. Zhang celebrated his birthday in the mansion. He invited a lot of people. He was watching a play, and he fell to the ground when he saw it. When he saw it, he was dead."
"Are you sick?"
"Master Zhang is in good health, how could he be ill?"
At this moment, someone lowered his voice and interjected, "I heard that the yamen sent Zuo Zuo to conduct an autopsy and found that Mr. Zhang died of poisoning. It turned out that someone was poisoned in the teacup, and the murderer has been found. escorted to the yamen."
"Who is the murderer?"
"It seems to be a member of the troupe, a girl, and she is still the pillar of the troupe, from Chengnan Opera House, yes, from Chengnan Opera House, that girl is named Zhan Mo, Master Zhang's birthday this time. , specially invited."
There was a sigh all around, "Oh, what kind of hatred? Do you have to kill?"
"Who knows!"
Everyone was chatting around the table.
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong were also eating on the first floor and listened to their words without a word.
The poisoner, is it Zhan Mo
The girl who fainted in the mountain inn
Ji Yunshu pondered, but Jing Rong on the opposite side disagreed.
Eat and drink.
He also said coldly, "Long-term people don't hear or speak. Short-lived people steal people's affairs and talk a lot."
I don't know who I said this to, it was just a sentence that popped out for no reason.
Ji Yunshu understood what he meant.
Simply, close your ears and pretend you didn't hear.
But Moruo suddenly put down his chopsticks, suddenly got up, and walked to the group of people who were discussing.
Pulled open and sat down.
He also poured a cup of tea on his own, took a sip, and asked those people, "Chengnan Opera House? What kind of opera house is it?"
Everyone looked at him, who is this kid
But everyone has a heart of gossip, so they ignore this question and discuss it deeply.
One of them glanced at Mo Ruo contemptuously, "You don't know this? Chengnan Opera House, but a famous opera troupe, I heard that they even went to the palace to sing for the emperor and some relatives of the royal family. It's amazing, but later that The old class leader died, and the Chengnan Opera House is not as beautiful as it used to be, but there are still 3,000 nails left in the broken boat. The pillars of the Chengnan Opera House, the girl Zanmo, sang it so well that it went around the beam for three days, especially when the girl Zanmo was there. The character played in "The Dream of Zhuangren", I heard, it is vivid, if you can see it with your own eyes, this life is enough."