Tang Feishhuang may be a talented person, but it has become more and more famous in recent years. I don't know if there is any help from the Tang family behind it. To put it bluntly, he is just a wealthy and noble son who is under the protection of his family.
After leaving the Taiji Palace, Tang Feishhuang's face was still pale and unattractive, and he was obviously hit hard by Du Lingchun's remarks. He walked down the steps silently, and for some reason, suddenly turned around and shouted, "Gongsun Zhuoyu—"
Gongsun Zhuoyu walked slowly behind, and when he heard the words, he raised his head slightly: "What advice does Tang Gongzi have?"
Tang Feishhuang paused for a moment, then pointedly said: "Luo Jianming may not be the murderer, but he has nothing to do with this case. Back then, Mo Yanwu treated him with great grace, and the Mo family was beheaded, how could he just sit back and ignore it? ?"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Du Lingchun and walked away, still frivolous.
Gongsun Zhuoyu is different. He has been very smooth since he was born. He gently pulled La Du Lingchun's sleeve and whispered, "Don't be angry, company."
Du Lingchun was naturally annoyed, but when he saw the hand clutching his sleeve, he put out the fire for no reason and said with a sneer, "This company never gets angry with idiots."
He is the kind of person who never talks nonsense if he can do it. No matter how much he fights, he is not as happy as killing him with a knife.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was thinking about what Tang Feishhuang had just said, pulling Du Lingchun's sleeve robe and gently tugging it twice: "Can I ask the company for something?"
Du Lingchun squinted at him, thinking about what is worthy of his use of the word "beg", and frowned slightly: "Speak."
Gongsun Zhuoyu said, "Luo Jianming is still under suspicion and cannot be let go. We also ask the company to find a place and detain him temporarily."
Du Lingchun: "I thought it was something difficult, why, do you really believe Tang Feishhuang's nonsense?"
The other party may be deliberately misleading his investigation thinking.
Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "There are too many coincidences, so it's not necessarily a coincidence. Luo Jianming had a grudge against these four people at the same time, and the four people were not on duty in the palace the night they were killed. , is the leader of the Yulin guards, how could he be injured this morning, and it is such a coincidence that it is his right arm."
Just like what Tang Feishhuang said, even if it is not the murderer, it can't get rid of the relationship.
Du Lingchun thought to himself that the emperor only gave him half a month, and if the murderer could not be found, there should be a ghost for Gongsun Zhuoyu to go to work, and Luo Jianming might be useful: "In this case, if he is sent to the Jinglu Division prison, even if he has grown wings, Can't get out."
This morning, the guards searched the man with the wound on his right arm. I'm afraid he's already stunned. Under normal circumstances, the murderer will probably not commit the crime again until the injury is healed, and will only find a place to hide.
The paper industry in Daye is expensive, so the book industry is underdeveloped. Gongsun Zhuoyu sent someone to investigate. Although there are hundreds of bookstores in the whole capital, only six bookstores have recently added a batch of "Miscellaneous Poems".
He circled the residences of the four deceased people on the map, selected the nearest place, and finally found that there was a Wanli Bookstore that was closest. Dress up, and start the old business of "private visits in micro-services".
Gongsun Zhuoyu pretending to be a scholar looks like that at first glance. He stood at the door and looked at it for a long time, and found that there was no one inside, and then walked into the bookstore with a folding fan.
The shopkeeper was dozing off, but when he heard the movement, he immediately raised his head, like a man who has been in a drought for a long time, looking at Gongsun Zhuoyu with light in his eyes: "Guest officer, what books do you want to buy?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu waved his fan without saying a word, thinking about how to speak. Seeing this, the clinker shopkeeper misunderstood. He snuck out a book from under the cabinet, and handed it to him with a smirk: "Master, would you like to see this, the beauty picture just came out, it's absolutely beautiful."
Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced subconsciously when he heard the words, who would have thought that it was an erotic palace drawing, or that the painting skills were rather rough, and frowned and threw it away: "Bad stuff."
The shopkeeper hurriedly picked it up and said, "Hey, son, if you don't like it, there are other things, this one, what do you think of this one?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes were cheap. Hearing the words, he glanced at it subconsciously, only to find that it was a drawing of Longyang. His eyes widened, his face sullen, and he threw it back like a hot potato: "What a mess!"
Seeing that he was angry, the shopkeeper had no choice: "My guest, I asked you what you want to buy. You don't say anything. I'll show you the good stuff. Instead, you want to throw my book away. What's the reason?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu frowned: "Do you have a Collection of Miscellaneous Poems in your family?"
When the shopkeeper heard the words, he sighed and took a blue-covered book from the shelf above and handed it to him: "I think what do you want, it turns out to be a poetry collection."
Gongsun Zhuoyu took it over and glanced at it, and found that the paper was new paper, the ink was new ink, and the layout was the same as the one sent by the murderer: "How long have you been in this book?"
The shopkeeper is always sensitive to such irrelevant issues, and may suspect that he is someone sent by the bookstore next door: "Young master is very good, why do you ask this?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu said nonchalantly, "How many of these books have you bought? I want them all."
When the shopkeeper heard this, his expression brightened: "Young master has a good eye. This is a new item that the villain bought half a month ago. A total of 20 copies have been purchased, 3 copies have been sold, and there are still 17 copies left."
He cracked and played the abacus: "Forty pages of paper, a total of 80 poems are printed, if you count 13 taels of silver, a total of 221 taels, you can give 222 taels."
Gongsun Zhuoyu interrupted him: "You said that this collection of poems sold three copies, but do you remember who sold it to?"
The shopkeeper is a native of the capital and has lived here for more than ten years. Hearing the words, he thought for a moment and said, "Scholar Li from West Street, and the little lady of the Liu family, and then..."
Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "Who?"
The shopkeeper scratched his head and tried to recall: "Hey... he was a young man with a hat and a long sword on his back. He couldn't see his face clearly. He must have come from other places. He took the book and left."
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Where did you go?"
The shopkeeper felt that Gongsun Zhuoyu was strange: "The villain is just a book seller, how can I remember so much."
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows and put a piece of silver on his table: "Think carefully, where did you go?"
The shopkeeper raised his chin and pointed to a street opposite the bookstore: "Luohua Hutong, there are some low-level firework girls living in that alley. of."
When he said the last sentence, there was a nasty look in his eyes.
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that you know it quite well, so he probably didn't miss it. He put the "Miscellaneous Poems" in his sleeve, turned around and left the bookstore: "I see, thank you."
The shopkeeper was anxious behind: "Master, didn't you say you want all the rest of the poetry collection?!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu said loudly without turning his head: "I lied to you!"
This shopkeeper is too simple, and he has to teach him a lesson to let him know what is sinister.
Gongsun Zhuoyu went straight towards Luohua Hutong. It is daytime, and the doors of every house are closed, so it is estimated that the girls are still sleeping. He followed the alley and searched all the way, not letting go of any clues. When he came to a poplar tree, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and stopped.
Gongsun Zhuoyu walked around the tree and walked to the wall of the alley on the right, and found that there were two blood-stained fingerprints on the white wall, which had become dark red after oxidation over time, and it was impossible to tell if you didn't look carefully.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was thoughtful, imagining that he was the murderer, clutching his right arm and stumbling inside, because he was weak and needed something to support his body, so he instinctively supported the wall.
If there is blood on the walls, there must be blood on the ground.
Gongsun Zhuoyu squatted on the ground and moved forward little by little. Because of the dark color of the soil, the bloodstains are not easy to detect. He stared at it for a long time, only to find some tiny traces. All the way to find a family in the deepest part of the alley, the bloodstains disappeared.
The door in front of it is a bit old, not as gorgeous as other courtyard doors, only a lantern hangs. Gongsun Zhuoyu quietly climbed up the wall and found that there were no men in the courtyard, only a girl in plain clothes was fetching water by the well and washing clothes.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't dare to make a sound because he was afraid that he would startle the snake.
He went all the way back to the company's mansion, intending to let Du Lingchun send a few masters to stare at it secretly. As a result, he happened to pass by the hand-handling veranda and found that the other party was feeding the fish by the railing, while Song Xitang bowed and stood beside him, reporting something in a low voice. thing.
Gongsun Zhuoyu was hesitating whether to go over, but Du Lingchun saw him as soon as he looked up, and threw a handful of fish food into the lake, causing a group of carp to compete, and raised his eyebrows: "Stand in the distance and sneak up. What are you doing, you still haven't come."
Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately ran over in small steps: "Company."
Song Xitang smiled and asked, "Brother Zhuoyu, where did this come from?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu said subconsciously, "Ah, I just went to Luohua Hutong."
At this time, he suddenly seemed absent-minded again.
Song Xitang was stunned when he heard the words. He probably didn't expect him to have such a hobby. He glanced at him strangely and persuaded embarrassingly, "Brother Zhuoyu is in his prime, so you should take care of your health."
Du Lingchun looked straight at him, frowned, and said in a dangerous tone, "Have you gone to Luohua Hutong?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu heard the words, and only then realized what he had said, and quickly waved his hand to explain: "No no no, I didn't go! Absolutely didn't go!"
Song Xitang glanced at him and reminded kindly, "Brother Zhuoyu, you just said you went."
Gongsun Zhuoyu said nervously: "I just went to investigate the case, not to find flowers and ask willows, I just went in and took a look, and I didn't do anything!"
It's okay if he didn't explain, he changed his lip again and again, and the more he described it, the more black it became. Instead, it makes him feel like he has a ghost in his heart.
Du Lingchun's chest rose and fell for a moment, and his heart suddenly became gloomy and tight, as if a stone had been pressed, and it was scratching inexplicably. He said blankly: "Master Gongsun is young and admiring Ai, and it's not wrong. If you think about it, you shouldn't let His Majesty bestow you the position of Jingzhao Yin, but you should bestow some beautiful people."
After saying this, he threw all the fish and food in his hand into the lake, shook his sleeve robe, and turned to leave: "I still have something to do, Mr. Song, come back by yourself, and we will talk about it tomorrow."
Song Xitang had no choice but to answer, thinking how Du Lingchun had changed his attitude so well, even if he was moody, there should be a reason. Just as he was about to ask Gongsun Zhuoyu, he saw that the latter was chasing Du Lingchun directly, and Xu disappeared in a moment.
"Company! Company wait!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu was afraid of his misunderstanding, so he chased after him all the way: "Company, I didn't look for flowers and ask willows! I really just looked and didn't do anything!"
Du Lingchun walked quickly and slapped his sleeves coldly: "Explain to me what you do or not."
Gongsun Zhuoyu: QAQ.
Du Lingchun walked all the way into the study, and he was about to close the door with his backhand. Gongsun Zhuoyu quickly stopped him and squeezed in, because he was nervous, he couldn't say what he said: "Company..."
Apart from saying this, he doesn't seem to know how to explain it. He is blind and makes people feel that he is wronged for no reason.
Gongsun Zhuoyu took it back and explained in a low voice, "I just went to investigate the case. Someone saw that the murderer had been in the alley, so I followed up."
Du Lingchun thought to himself what kind of women lived in that alley. If he said that Gongsun Zhuoyu did nothing, who would believe him. He turned around to calm the anger that had no reason in his heart, thinking about his broken body, not even a serious man, his eyes became more and more gloomy, his fingertips clenched unconsciously, and he almost fell into his flesh.
Du Lingchun scolded him coldly: "Get out!"
Seeing that he was angry, Gongsun Zhuoyu originally wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say, so he was stunned for a moment.
Why is Du Lingchun angry when he goes to the fireworks field by himself...
Gongsun Zhuoyu saw Du Lingchun's back to him, hesitated for a moment, tentatively reached out and grabbed him, then slowly tightened his fingertips, and said in a low voice: "Company..."
The author has something to say: Gongsun Zhuoyu (shy): I am still a virgin.