He Anchang felt his face was a little cold, touched it and opened his eyes, only to see Xie Jingsheng's face close to his face. He suddenly woke up and frowned, "What are you doing?"
Xie Jingsheng smiled and said, "I'm in a good mood."
He Anchang looked up and saw that the ink was still wet. He looked up at Xie Jingsheng again, and Xie Jingsheng made an innocent move. He Anchang said indifferently: "Good pen and ink, it's a pity to stay here."
Xie Jingsheng told him to look normal and cold, and sighed: "I also feel it's a pity."
He Anchang felt that he had something in mind, but he didn't bother to think about it. He just took out a cotton kerchief from his bosom, wiped it casually, and said: "These scrolls are full of difficult problems that He experienced and dealt with. If you are in a hurry, you might as well take a look."
Xie Jingsheng saw that he was already turning green, he thought it was because he hadn't had a good rest in the past two days. In the past, Xie Jingsheng would definitely make some sarcastic remarks, but today he has no interest at all, and even has some intention of closing the case quickly in his heart. With that in mind, he stretched out his hand first. Pulled out the scroll two or three times and held it in front of him to read. After looking at four or five, Xie Jingsheng suddenly pointed to the name of a person above him and asked him: "Do you think this person is worth checking?"
When He Anchang saw his name, he knew that Xie Jingsheng had come prepared, so he said: "That night he was eager to get ahead, I already guessed a thing or two."
"I just think that this person has the greatest motive and advantage in committing the crime." Xie Jingsheng repeatedly stroked his finger under Xin Wen's name, and said, "Clan relatives are quite favored by the Holy One. They are inseparable. All of the above are his advantages in committing crimes, and besides, King Qin has lost his experience in being in charge of the clan's mansion. As long as the Holy Majesty does not insist on the innocence of this case, then no matter who it is next, he, the little overlord of the capital, will not be able to touch him."
"Yeah." He Anchang narrowed his eyes, "But where is the evidence, you have nothing to prove.
Xie Jingsheng leaned over from the desk, put his hands on both sides of the handle of He Anchang's chair, and trapped him. However, He Anchang was not moved by it at all, and he didn't even dodge his figure. Xie Jingsheng looked at his beautiful and cold face carefully, but in his heart he was thinking about his drunken attitude that day, and said solemnly: "There are so many evidences, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it."
"Then take it out first and see how many catties and taels it is." He Anchang's eyes are lighter than ordinary people's, and after a long time, they will give birth to a more delicate beauty.
Xie Jingsheng rolled his throat, and the evidence that had already reached his mouth suddenly turned into a curve, "If you want to see it, change it."
He Anchang gave a slightly startled "Huh?", Xie Jingsheng only felt that his chest seemed to be teased coldly by him, and it burned hotly, shooting up all over his body. He Anchang seemed to have noticed it, and said indifferently: "Master Xie, is this case still under investigation?"
check!
Of course it has to be checked!
Xie Jingsheng took a deep breath, walked away from him, and retreated to the other side of the table to calm down. The lips parted into a smile, but in He Anchang's eyes it was a bit cruel. Xie Jingsheng said: "I'll show you the evidence." He opened the scrolls left and right, and said: "They are all treasures of He's experience. You have not yet passed the seventh head, so you have to hold on to it."
They are all erotic paintings. However, except for the eroticism, the painting is really exquisite and the style is soft and beautiful. Especially the women among them, with languid temples, enchanting looks, and extremely detailed and lifelike eyebrows and eyes. Moreover, the women in this painting are all the same person, which is even more graceful and beautiful.
He Anchang read it calmly, and said, "The pen is written by one person."
"An unexpected person."
He Anchang gradually narrowed his eyes, and said the name of He Jing: "He Xu."
"A person with the experience of a fifth-rank patriarch's mansion. On weekdays, the official uniform is strict and informal, and the scriptures are all respectful, but at night, he loves the paintings on the bed, and he is unrestrained." Xie Jingsheng smiled and said: "Let me I was taken aback, if he hadn't died, I would have made him my friend anyway, if he hadn't been dead, I would have made him my friend. Isn't it, Mr. He who nods his acquaintance?"
"Although I know him well, I don't know that he is better than him." He Anchang looked up at him, "Do you want to find out the woman in this painting?"
"That's right." Xie Jingsheng removed the scroll and said, "The paintings that are strictly hidden in He Xu's room are all about this woman. She presumably is a woman who is extremely popular with him but is difficult to show, so she has to hide it. Of course, it is not sure. It's him like Jinwu Zangjiao. No matter what, this woman must know something."
"You are so sure."
Xie Jingsheng smiled at him, and picked up a third of evil, said: "If it is like that, I will definitely tell the secret. As the saying goes, a hero is sad and a beauty is difficult. A hero like me can't bear it, let alone He's a frail scholar."
He Anchang directly ignored his previous sentence, and said, "Since you have obtained the paintings hidden in his room, wouldn't it be easier to check people?"
Xie Jingsheng sat on the table and threw the scroll helplessly, and said, "That's the reason, but I was born in this place, so it's really inconvenient for me to go alone."
He Anchang raised his hand and poured himself a cup of cold tea, and said, "The capital is only this big, so is there any place for Mr. Xie to be shy?"
"Then you don't understand." Xie Jingsheng took the scroll and flipped it into the porcelain vase on his desk, saying: "The more open the door is, the more roadside weeds can be seen everywhere. I have always liked beautiful women, and this I really haven't overstepped the mark. Walking together, maybe we can help Mr. He open the meat?"
After He Anchang drank the tea, his stomach was empty and cold, and he felt a little uncomfortable. But the words have come to an end, he just nodded and hummed.
Even though He Anchang had thought about Flower Street in Kyoto, he never expected that this place was in Jinghua Nunnery halfway up Luyi Mountain. This Jinghua Nunnery was a nunnery built by Empress Fuyu to promote Buddhism. Although it has declined in recent years, it is still a place for the royal family to provide food. Unexpected, really unexpected.
Xie Jingsheng and him both changed into brocade robes, but they had extra dark sandalwood fans in their hands, which was very messy. Seeing that he rarely showed hesitation, he tilted his head and whispered in his ear: "Sure enough, it's not convenient to enter, is it exciting?"
"The important place of Buddhism." He Anchang put his hands on his head that was leaning over, and said slowly: "Don't be a fool."
Xie Jingsheng smiled and said: "Okay." Then he went to knock on the door, and when the door opened, an old nun with a kind face came out.
"Benefactor." The old nun saluted slightly, "But you came here to ask for a wish?"
"No, I'm following the incense to find the peach blossom path. I don't know if the gods and Buddhas can open it."
The old nun's expression was still kind, and he even showed a hint of a smile, and said: "Young master, such a godly and elegant person, is very pleased even in front of the Buddha." After speaking, he turned his body slightly, and said: "Young master, please .”
Xie Jingsheng clapped his hands together and smiled, and entered the nunnery with He Anchang. The maple forest inside is quiet, the flower paths are elegant, and the fragrance of the Buddhist scriptures enters the nose lightly. Go through the January Cave Gate again, and the scenery will be different. The middle value is a dense and tall Buddha top bead tree. Although it has not yet bloomed, one can already imagine the beauty of the courtyard when the flowers bloom with a faint fragrance. There was a swing under the tree, and there were two cardamom nuns frolicking on it, and they were not afraid to see the old nun bring someone, instead, they sized up Xie Jingsheng and He Anchang.
"Master Shujing is lucky today, and actually welcomed two fairy sons." Sitting on the swing, Xiaoni's eyebrows were clear, and the fly in the ointment was that she was already a little frivolous at such a young age. Seeing that He Anchang's face was cold, he knew that he was not a friendly person, so he only smiled at Xie Jingsheng and said to Yan Yan: "Young master is a good face."
Xie Jingsheng tapped his chin with his fan, and said with a smile: "Buddhism is difficult to enter, so I came late."
The little nun pursed her lips and smiled, but the old nun just said: "You are the one who talks the most." Then he turned to Xie Jingsheng and said, "Since the young master has won the trust of a nobleman, who is there to choose?"
"Master, this is the embarrassment. They are all as beautiful as flowers, so it is very difficult to choose." Xie Jingsheng showed hesitation, and said: "I don't know if Miao Shan and Miao Yin may meet?"
The old nun was startled when he heard Miao Yin's name, and he said after a while: "My lord, I don't know, these two are top-notch colors in the nunnery, and they are very high-spirited. If you want to invite me... poor nun, just ask."
Xie Jingsheng said it doesn't matter, and put a few ingots of gold on her hand. Shu Jing accepted it, and her pace was a little faster, and she went upstairs to ask. Xiao Ni over there still glanced at Xie Jingsheng from time to time, and He Anchang also looked at him on the other side. He covered his mouth and nose with a fan, and said to He Anchang: "This is all thanks to my brother, it's beyond my power."
He Anchang said: "Well, it looks very familiar."
"The situation requires it." Xie Jingsheng looked at him sideways, "Why don't you try it too?"
He Anchang ignored him.
And not long after, I saw the old nun hurried downstairs, warmed up to the two of them, and said: "Young master, come with the poor nun, Miao Shan Miaoyin will go after a little freshening up."
The two were led to the side courtyard, went upstairs and entered the room. Inside, there are many brocade blankets, incense hanging curtains, piano and book tables, and big pavilion beds.
He An often feels uncomfortable from the incense, and his stomach is even more uncomfortable. He only sat in front of the case, not near the incense cauldron. Xie Jingsheng didn't go anywhere else, and sat beside him. The old nun said that the young master is slow to enjoy, and then withdrew. It didn't take long before I heard someone knock on the door, and when I opened it, I saw a smiling girl in a light shirt. Her skin was white and tender, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the most wonderful thing was her voice, which melted into human bones as soon as she opened her mouth. "Miao Shan is late, but missed the time of the young master."
"It doesn't count. Waiting for beauties is always dipped in honey and sour, and the taste is just right." Xie Jingsheng said with a smile: "Here comes Ms. Miaoshan, she is very sweet."
Miao Shan hid her smile and went to He Anchang's side, "Young master's words are so sweet." As he spoke, he looked at He Anchang and said with a smile: "I don't dare to be presumptuous when I sit on the side, this young master is a decent and good person .”
Xie Jingsheng laughed, put He Anchang's shoulders on his shoulders, and said: "Good eyesight, he is the most decent person in this capital." Once the word "serious" came out of his mouth, it became less serious.
He An often gets closer to him just by doing this, but this time he didn't pat anyone, and knocked on the door again. The eyes of the two turned together, and the door was opened to reveal the charming face of a woman, her hair was as lazy as satin, her eyes contained long waves of autumn water, and she only caressed the corners of her own eyes, which was very charming.
The Lord has come.