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After waking up, Jiang Rao lowered her head, touched the sachet hanging on her waist twice under the light of the palace lantern hanging in the corridor, thinking that instead of being able to stun others, Jiang Rao was stunned first. Rao hugged her head in frustration.
She felt that she had slept for too long this time, maybe... she had already had two sleeps.
But this idea was a bit absurd and weird, Jiang Rao couldn't believe it.
The only sure thing is that there is really something wrong with the medicine.
Some of the medicines she had taken before would also make her drowsy, but not so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelids.
She rolled a snow ball into her hand, the coolness penetrated into her bones, and walked slowly out of the courtyard.
The sprained ankle did not hurt so much.
All the servants here know Jiang Rao.
Jiang Rao walked all the way, putting her fingers in her lips, and gestured "shh" all the way, signaling to others not to tell Rong Ting about her waking up, all of them listened to her, which made Jiang Rao vaguely uncomfortable , I feel that being in Rong Ting's mansion is no different from being in her house.
Even the servants here listen to her more than the servants in her family.
She walked all the way outside the study and saw the lights in the study.
Outside the study, Huai Qing was on duty.
Jiang Rao still pressed her fingers on her lips, and gave Huaiqing a "shh".
Seeing Jiang Rao, Huai Qing froze for a moment, then obediently clenched his lips tightly, as if they were sewn together, and remained silent.
Jiang Rao was afraid that his shadow would hit the window of the study, so he knelt down and moved towards the study step by step.
In the study.
Liao Qiubai frowned, "Even if there is something really wrong with that painting, you have to find the handwriting that is exactly the same as Jiang Siye's. You say it's easy to imitate other people's handwriting... Jiang Siye claims to be a school, and he can learn shapes but not rhymes. Who could it be?"
As soon as the imperial edict was issued last night, the matter had no room for maneuver. At dawn, there was news that the case was still to be investigated again.
The words he said were overwhelming, and he was convinced.
Rong Ting stood up suddenly.
Liao Qiubai asked, "What's wrong?"
Rong Ting narrowed his eyes, "There are people outside."
He walked quickly to the door and saw Jiang Rao squatting under the window.
Jiang Rao: "..."
It was the shortest corner she had ever overheard.
She had been careful enough to tiptoe around, but she was still caught.
Rong Ting was very helpless, rubbed the center of his brows, "Go back to sleep for a night, and I will wake you up as soon as the day breaks."
Jiang Rao couldn't believe it, she shook her head, "I have something to tell you."
She used "you" instead of "you".
Rong Ting's heart was a little gloomy, but he followed her wishes and brought her into the study.
Liao Qiubai in the room heard the movement and immediately got up from the official hat chair.
He thought Rong Ting was talking about someone outside, the wall had ears, and there was a thief in the corner, but unexpectedly, a beautiful girl came in, and he was taken aback for a moment.
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With sharp eyes, he quickly recognized who Jiang Rao was, and was a little surprised.
Originally, he couldn't figure out why Rong Ting wanted to intervene in Ning Anbo's affairs, but now he finally figured it out.
Liao Qiubai squinted his eyes, secretly sighed that a hero is sad and beautiful, and did not ask Jiang Rao why he was here, and bowed to Jiang Rao in a polite manner.
Today he put up all his energy to deal with Rong Ting, he has everything in the other party's hands, but he knows nothing about the other party. In the past, others couldn't see through his thoughts in front of others, but now the feng shui is upside down, which makes him very uncomfortable.
At this moment, he suddenly relaxed a little.
Ever since this little girl came in, Rong Ting's eyes have been locked on her body, even if he leaves, it won't be too long.
I have a weakness.
Then it's not so scary.
Liao Qiubai smiled and looked at Jiang Rao who made him realize this.
Jiang Rao returned the salute. She didn't recognize the young official who looked a bit unscrupulous in front of her. She looked at Rong Ting, who tilted her head and answered her confusion, "This is Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Industry. Liao Qiubai, Lord Liao."
Liao Qiubai watched them from the side.
Women are also good-looking, and men are also good-looking. Put them together, and the word "Deng Dui" is ready to come out.
Not to mention that each other understands each other just because of a look in the other's eyes, which seems extremely ambiguous.
Immediately, he felt that he was a little redundant, and rubbed the back of his head and said, "I haven't been in the same room with a girl in the middle of the night, why don't I say goodbye first?"
The hippie temperament is deep in the bone marrow, and the tone is not very serious.
Rong Ting hid the person behind her back, and said quietly: "She is here to look for me."
Liao Qiubai: "..."
Can't even joke
Got it. Got it.
Let the chairs let the chairs.
He immediately stood to the side, leaving the official hat chair free for Jiang Rao to sit down, but Jiang Rao's soft voice stopped him, "Lord Liao, you don't have to, I'm not here to disturb your discussion."
Her voice was tired and slightly hoarse.
The snow that was thrown into her neck just now made her wake up a little bit, but her head was still a little groggy, and she wanted to lower her head subconsciously. But the gentle self-cultivation in her bones will not be eroded because of adversity. Just now she has straightened her pearl hairpin and temple hair outside. Although it is not as delicate as the maid combed her, it is still decent. For Liao Qiubai, he was not at all rude.
"It's my fault for eavesdropping on your conversation. But if you ask who can learn my father's handwriting, I seem to know one person."
But she asked nervously, "You said it's true that someone imitated my father's handwriting?"
Liao Qiubai nodded and was about to speak, but Rong Ting obviously didn't want to give him a chance to speak, not only separated him and Jiang Rao with his body, but also took a step ahead of him, and nodded towards Jiang Rao.
Jiang Rao was a little excited at once. She suppressed her emotions and said, "In Guyi County, there is a scholar named Zhang who makes a living by forging my father's calligraphy and painting. The scene of that year, "That was four or five years ago."
Liao Qiubai's gaze became sharp, "Miss Jiang, you mean that what happened to your father was the scholar's intentional revenge?"
"I meant to doubt him." Jiang Rao admitted frankly, but she didn't beat him to death, "However, I don't think he is."
"how do I say this?"
Jiang Rao explained, "During the few months in Guyi County, I heard people say that he learned my father's calligraphy and painting and sold paintings for a living. I was angry and felt that my father's things were stolen by him."
Rong Ting kept silent, and made Jiang Rao a cup of tea. Jiang Rao took the tea, lowered his head and took a sip, "At first, I wanted to seek justice and tell him to stop selling his paintings under the guise of my father. , but my father refused. Before leaving, my father bought a painting of that person under the name of another person. We have never even met him. I have forgotten his name, but I only remember the There are many people with the surnames Zhang and Zhou, and he is Zhang... Since there is no conflict, it seems a bit wrong to say that the man took revenge."
Jiang Rao didn't dare to say that this scholar was the one who framed her father, but she vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with him. What they said just now that her father's painting was imitated made her blood flow rapidly at this moment , "But I want to check this guy."
"Where is that painting now?" Liao Qiubai asked her.
"It should still be in my study."
"Zhang Liuyuan."
Rong Ting, who had been silent for a long time, spoke suddenly.
His long and narrow eyes suddenly narrowed slowly, as deep as a pool of water, "The scholar's name is Zhang Liuyuan."
As if Tianling Gai had been beaten, Jiang Rao immediately remembered the name, "It's him."
But at the same time she looked at Rong Ting in puzzlement, "How do you know?"
"His name appeared on the roster of leaving the capital." Rong Ting took a look at Liao Qiubai, "Master Pei has also seen him, he is the one who left the city on the 19th of this month."
Liao Qiubai twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't answer.
He had seen the roster, but he couldn't remember it.
The last time Ning'an Bo's mansion was broken into by thieves, the powerful and powerful families were in a state of panic, which made Emperor Zhaowu pay special attention to the people who went out of the city. No matter what time or how many people entered and left the city, they would all be checked at the post office.
It's just the 15th roster, and there are more than ten thousand different names.
"When your father wrote with a pen, his brush strokes were often like picturesque hooks. Although the words 'Zhang' and 'Liu' he wrote on the register were not the same, only the last stroke of the character 'Yuan' was very similar to your father's handwriting. Shen Yun."
Liao Qiubai shamelessly followed, "Indeed," as if he remembered it too.
Rong Ting continued: "On the roster within 15 days, it is only recorded that he left the city on the 19th of this month, and the reason is that he went back to his hometown for the New Year. But the date of entering the city is supposed to be 15 days away."
Jiang Rao's heart was pounding, Zhang Liuyuan...maybe there was something wrong.
Then her father is really saved!
But she didn't dare to be too happy because she was afraid that it might be a dream come true, "I... want to find out about him."
"Then go and look it up." Rong Ting followed her words, "You need to find out the painting that your father bought."
"If this person left the city on the 19th day, four days ago... earlier than the time when the Metropolitan Procuratorate received impeachment." Liao Qiubai said, "It may not be this person, but there is indeed something strange."
Four days ago...
She really slept an extra day!
Jiang Rao looked at Rong Ting blankly, and after a while, that blank expression turned into frowning annoyance.
When Rong Ting was swept away by her gaze, he knew what had happened. Annoyance flashed in his eyes, and his tone softened as soon as he said it, "It's my fault."
He lowered his eyes flustered and at a loss, "Your foot injury is not yet healed, sleeping all day is good for your recovery, but I made a decision without consulting you, it was my mistake."
She looks even more pitiful than a woman with pear blossoms and rain.
Like a Xieyu flower beaten by frost, she thought of others, but she was injured all over.
Liao Qiubai looked straight.
Why did you suddenly start to admit that you were wrong
Was he suddenly deaf? What did they make eye contact with
"you you… "
Jiang Rao also looked straight.
Before she got angry, he confessed his mistake in front of Liao Qiubai
She would not be in front of others, let alone argue with him at this juncture, but secretly a little angry.
But his confession came faster than her anger.
It seems that the Kongming lantern has deflated before it is blown up, and it will not rise again with the wind.
Jiang Rao had no choice but to read the word "you" two times in a row, and only then noticed Rong Ting's clothes.
It was the same dark red color as in her dream.
The person who knelt all night in the palace and in the snow...
Her heart was astringent, and what she wanted to say was finally detoured, and she returned to the business, "Go and investigate Zhang Liuyuan."
"Okay." Rong Ting replied.
Everything is obedient. Liao Qiubai clicked his tongue behind him.
When Rong Ting stepped out of the study, Liao Qiubai followed.
Jiang Rao also followed with a limp.
The shadows of the three were reflected on the bluestone steps.
Rong Ting instructed Huai Qing, "Bring the fourth girl back to Beishen Courtyard."
"I want to look it up too, you guys go look it up, I'll go home and look for paintings." Jiang Rao interrupted dissatisfiedly when she heard that Rong Ting wanted her to stay in Beishen Court.
Rong Ting's obedience to her was an exception at this time, "No."
"No, no." Jiang Rao was a little anxious.
Rong Ting glanced at her ankle.
With just one glance, Jiang Rao understood.
She choked, shrank her feet back, lowered her head, sullenly, "I... won't go out."
She still has a sprained ankle, sleepy and tired, and has no martial arts, so if she goes out in the middle of the night, she can only drag others to take care of her and add to the chaos.
"Go to sleep at ease." Rong Ting lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "I will be back soon."
Then he got up and walked out of the yard with Liao Qiubai one after the other.
Liao Qiubai followed Rong Ting, and said: "Zhang Liuyuan is indeed tricky, but if it is not him in the end, what is His Highness the Ninth Prince's plan?"
Rong Ting stopped for a while.
Then break his hand first, so that he can no longer write.
Then cut off his tongue so that he can no longer speak.
In this way, no one listened to his grievances and complaints, and no one knew what his handwriting looked like.
The calligraphy and painting that Jiang Siye bought back then is the evidence that can make him a scapegoat.
Even if the paintings from four or five years ago are not ten to ten, but time goes by... people will change, and the skills of painting and writing will also change. As long as the paintings at that time have a few images, we can say that person is him.
Anyway, his father only wanted to save face, and the people watching the fun said they wanted justice, but they wanted something to talk about when they were bored.
In short, a person who steals other people's reputation for personal gain is not clean and does not deserve sympathy.
The moonlight poured down slowly like practice, and fell on the young man's shoulders, turning into a layer of cold frost, desolately white.
The extremely cruel thoughts did not make his face with red lips and cheeks appear half ugly. Even though there are evil spirits living in his heart and he has no mercy for sentient beings, his face is always as moving as the moonlight.
"Then check his relatives and friends." He dealt with Liao Qiubai casually.
When he was about to step out of the hospital, he looked back thoughtfully, and sure enough, he saw that his little girl didn't go back to sleep obediently, but stood by the porch, watching him leave.
He stopped helplessly, opened his mouth, and said a word.
But there was no sound.
On such a windy night, even if he made a sound, his voice would be lost in the cold wind.
But Jiang Rao still knew what he was talking about.
"don’t worry."
She watched him until his figure disappeared behind the wall.
After realizing that he was not the same as the person in the dream, she was no longer afraid, but often felt sorry for him.
After taking care of him became a habit, I subconsciously forgot about the ruthlessness and deepness of this person in the future.
Even if his temperament has been tamed, he still has his abilities after all.
But... once she thought that the medicine he gave her made her miss a day, Jiang Rao was still a little depressed.
If he hadn't entered the palace to meet Emperor Zhaowu, wouldn't she have to face the edict of Zhu Jiuzu when she woke up now
She was blown by the wind in the yard for a long time, but still couldn't get over her breath. When she returned to the house, she looked at the quilt on the couch, and couldn't help but clenched her hands and smashed it twice.
She couldn't bear to vent her anger on him, so she had to vent her anger on his quilt.
There were dents on the quilt that were smashed in by her little fist.
Jiang Rao looked down at the extra folds on the quilt, looked at them for a long time, then stretched out her fingers to smooth them out one by one.
She was a little tired, so she slumped down and buried her face in it.
The quilt smelled exactly the same as his. holding the quilt...
It was like hugging him.
Jiang Rao trembled for a moment because of the thought that suddenly popped up in his mind, and immediately blushed, as if scalded, and hurried away from the quilt.
Some of them were not breathing well, and took a deep breath.
She obviously slept on the bed and quilt for a day and a night, but she didn't dare to touch it anymore, and walked around the room.
Now, I can't sleep anymore.
…
Although the edict was issued a bit late, the outside of Uncle Ning'an's mansion was still surrounded by soldiers, and the people inside could not get out. When Rong Ting's carriage stopped outside Wuyi Lane, Liao Qiubai showed these people the letter given by Emperor Zhaowu. Search warrant, they move out of the way, let them pass.
All the way into the study room, I saw the calligraphy and paintings on the table, on the antique shelf, and on the floor. In the painting workshop, there are paintings that are priceless, but here they are placed randomly. Liao Qiubai sighed, "No wonder the thief broke into it last time Not a warehouse, but a study."
"Looking for paintings." Rong Ting didn't even look back at him.
He was still sitting in a wheelchair outside. The search warrant given to Rong Ting by Emperor Zhaowu allowed him to mobilize two hundred imperial guards. Rong Ting mobilized more than 20 people, turned the study upside down, and finally found the painting. .
On the painting, Jiang Xingzhou's name was smeared out, and beside it, the words "Zhang Liuyuan" were inscribed.
Liao Qiubai came over to take a look, "Sure enough, there are seven or eight images, and it was like this five or six years ago..."
So today, maybe I can really learn more.
"It was not far away four days ago. He is still near Jinling. He may not return to his hometown. Find someone who knows him and ask him if there is any place he wants to go." Rong Ting closed the painting and threw the token to the Liao Qiubai, "Take someone to chase after him."
The great opportunity was given to him, Liao Qiubai was bloody hot, clutching the token tightly, "Okay!"
He checked the roster of each city gate, and chased all the way north without stopping.
In an inn, when he found Zhang Liuyuan, he met the dead man who assassinated Zhang Liuyuan.
There was a silver snake in the corner of the dead man's clothes, Liao Qiubai rescued Zhang Liuyuan, he kidnapped the man and came back, and told Rong Ting the news.
Rong Ting looked at Zhang Liuyuan and ordered his servants, "Bring the fourth girl here."
After Jiang Rao came over, Rong Ting pointed to Zhang Liuyuan who was tied to the foot of the wall, and said softly, "This is the person who framed your father."
When Zhang Liuyuan heard Rong Ting's words, he immediately wanted to get up, "My lord, it's none of my business to frame the fourth master, I just collect money to do things, I never thought of framing the fourth master!"
Liao Qiubai frowned and asked, "Is it really just for money?"
Zhang Liuyuan gritted his teeth.
He was similar to Jiang Xingzhou in calligraphy and painting style. When he was young, his family was poor, and after being told the words and Jiang Xingzhou's portrait a few times, he became distracted. After he tasted the sweetness, he has been imitating Jiang Xingzhou's style of writing and painting.
The more he learned, the more silver he earned, but he became more and more dissatisfied.
Why are their calligraphy and paintings the same? Jiang Xingzhou is high on the altar, but he is a shady mouse in the gutter, secretly clinging to Jiang Xingzhou's reputation to live.
He was fed up with not having a picture to write his name on.
"If Jiang Xingzhou dies, Dazhao's master of painting will be you."
That's what the people who came to him said.
He couldn't resist the temptation.
But he didn't expect that the person who asked him to do something wanted to kill him to silence him!
He looked at Jiang Rao. Of the few people present, Jiang Rao had the softest appearance, the most kind and gentle, not as difficult as those two officials. Zhang Liuyuan turned his eyes and hurriedly charged at Jiang Rao said, "Girl, please forgive me, I have seniors and juniors, and I want to support the whole family, and there is nothing I can do!"
Hearing the begging for mercy, Jiang Rao took a deep breath, and suddenly said to Rong Ting and Liao Qiubai, "Turn around."
After they turned around, she lifted the hem of her skirt and kicked Zhang Liuyuan several times with her uninjured foot, completely losing her ladylike demeanor.
Rong Ting smiled softly.
Liao Qiubai looked at him strangely, "What are you laughing at?"
Rong Ting listened to the movement behind him, knew what happened behind him, not only did not stop it, but also indulged as if it didn't happen, the smile piled up in the corner of his eyes and he couldn't hide it.
"cute."
Liao Qiubai suspected that his ears were wrong, what kind of love is there for a girl who can beat people
Jiang Rao was out of breath, stopped when she was tired from kicking, and looked down at Zhang Liuyuan, "Who is the one who ordered you?"