"Seventeen Lang said with a smile, the little woman is worried about something, how can she let you go, Master Danqing?" Wen Jing made a gesture of inviting in.

Wang Jue looked at the woman's boudoir, was a little stunned, and finally raised his legs and stepped in. After entering the door, you can rest assured.

Wen Jing's room is not small, after being on duty in the Criminal Department for many days, the affairs are increasing day by day, and some official documents that cannot be completed in time can only be taken home, so Wen Qiran tried his best to disagree and changed her to a large room, outside is a flower hall, there are desks and bookshelves in the corner, and in the middle is a circular doorway with bead curtains, and inside is the boudoir.

If you only talk in the flower hall, you don't have to avoid suspicion.

Wen Jing didn't think about it so much, due to the nature of her profession, most of the prisoners she came into contact with were men, and once there was a homicide, she had to go to the autopsy herself, and there was no way to avoid it.

Wang Jue casually looked at the flower hall and saw the pot of peonies in full bloom at a glance, this flower was too eye-catching.

"Seven ladies are really flower lovers, this season, there are no peonies in the south of the Yangtze River, the entire capital, except for the palace and you, I'm afraid there is no second plant in other places!"

"Seventeen Lang's eyes are like torches, if you want to talk about other flowers, I'm afraid there are still them, but the peony, the eight achievements outside the palace are such a plant." Wen Jing appreciated, in fact, this flower was not bought by her for a hundred taels, but given by someone else.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there will be a grand Shangyuan banquet in the palace as always, in this banquet, the ministers can see the scene of a hundred flowers blooming, and experience the spring in the south of the Yangtze River in advance. A few days ago, the prince slipped out of the East Palace to look for her. The little eunuch next to him was still secretly holding something.

When I opened it, it was a peony that had not yet bloomed, and she couldn't brush off the prince's kindness, so she could only accept it and raise it in a warm room for a few days, and it only bloomed yesterday.

Wen Jing talked about his problem, and Wang Jue readily agreed, just a lamp, it was just a piece of cake for him.

He walked over to his desk and saw a picture of a lady unfolded on it. I couldn't help frowning. As if he felt that his painting skills were too clumsy, he shook his head slightly and brushed it off.

"Seventh sister, my father only said that we should let our sisters paint the lamp. You ask outsiders for help. Is something wrong? Wen Jiuniang saw that she had pulled a helper so quickly. I was angry and angry in my heart, and I hurriedly picked up the picture of the lady.

"This is my ninth sister." Wen Jing introduced.

"Oh!" It wasn't until Wen Jing spoke out that Wang Jue's eyes fell on Wen Jiuniang. Swept away by his cold eyes, Wen Jiuniang's heart jumped wildly, unexpectedly, the other party's gaze did not stay for a moment, and quickly moved away, which made her a little disappointed.

"Jiu Niangzi, I'm sorry to have lost your painting."

Wang Jue expressed his apologies, but when he heard Wen Jiuniang's ears, he felt that his tone was erect, and this attitude was very cold, which was very different from chatting with Wen Jing before! Wen Jiuniang was jealous in her heart, where is this Wen Jing good, why do so many young talents fall in love with her?

Wen Jiuniang felt that it would be humiliating to stay here for another moment, so she hurriedly rolled up the picture of the lady and rushed out of the door.

Looking at her back, a trace of guilt flashed in Wen Jing's heart, but just for a moment, Wen Jing remembered one thing, this ninth sister who was gentle and humble on the surface was the one who instructed Qingshuang to infuse herself with chronic for a long time. The mastermind of the poison! Today, it is just a little interest, and there is nothing excessive.

Back in the room, Wen Jiuniang was angry, she wanted to find her father to complain, but hesitated, after thinking about it, she walked towards Wen Wuniang's room.

Half an hour later, Wang Jue stopped his brush, put his slender fingers into his sleeve, and said to Wen Jing, who was working as a model: "It's okay." ”

Wen Jing felt that his waist was sore, so he hurriedly put down the pot of peonies, walked over and took a look, and a more exquisite picture of a lady jumped into view.

Wen Jing's face flushed, is the woman in this painting really herself? It feels like it's the same as a real person.

"The painting is relatively fast, but it is still more than enough to make the lamp." Wang Jue said to himself.

Of course, it is a modest statement, saying that it is urgent, but in fact, the intention is incomparable, this painting hangs out, I don't know how many people in Lu Dao grabbed their heads.

Wen Jing naturally understood: "This painting is very good, the little woman has thanked Seventeen Lang." ”

"Thank you for not needing, do you remember, I owe you a painting." Wang Jue suddenly mentioned something.

"Painting?" Wen Jing was a little confused.

Wang Jue saw that she seemed to have forgotten, so he reminded: "I remember that one day you said, let me paint your face completely." ”

Clicked, Wen Jing quickly remembered that there was such a thing, when he was doing acupuncture for Wang Jue, he found out that Wang Jue secretly painted her secret, and at that time he joked that he didn't like her, that painting was only half, but didn't Wang Jue make up for it later?

"Seventeen Lang, you are mistaken, that painting has been given to me." Wen Jing is not joking this time.

"That one is a little wrinkled, it's not perfect!" Wang Jue looked straight at her, with a moving look in his eyes.

Wen Jing couldn't avoid his gaze, so he could only look at each other and said with a smile, "I'm afraid Seventeen Lang's kindness is going to be disappointed, this painting is made of lights, no matter how perfect the painting is, it can't be perfect if it's glued to the lantern!" ”

Wang Jue's eyes were scorching, and he continued: "I know that if you make a lamp, you can draw a new one. You may think that I went back to the capital to participate in the Spring Festival, but in fact, ......"

The little maid Qingshuang stood aside, almost stunned. 、

Oh my God, what a rhythm this is! Wen Jing was not prepared for this confession that was about to be spoken, she was in a hurry and took over his words directly, "I know that you are here to avenge Sixi!" If so, Seventeen Lang, you must participate in the spring festival. ”

"......" Wang Jue felt helpless, the seventh lady was scheming, and she was so stubble, and the rest of the words could only be stuffed back into the abdomen.

However, Wang Jue was not in the mood to continue, Sixi's death has always been a pain in his heart, if there is a possibility of bringing the murderer to justice, even if he has to risk his life, he will try.

The next thing to discuss must be confidential matters, Qingshuang walked out of the door very interestingly, and gently closed the door, she was very careful, men and women were in the same room, or they had to avoid suspicion, and the door must not be locked.

The two sat down at the table separately, talked about it, and discussed countermeasures.

"That's it, Seventeen Lang, you can act when the time comes."

After speaking, Wen Jing stood up, but I don't know if the nerve in his thigh was compressed, his right leg was a little numb, and the whole person was unstable on his feet, so he planted it directly.

Wang Jue's eyes were quick, he took a step forward, and reached out to hug her, but he didn't control his center of gravity, and the two fell to the ground together, Wang Jue didn't care about the pain, and hurriedly asked: "Qi Niang, you have nothing to do!" ”

At this time, the door was pushed open by one person, Ji Changge and Wen Qiran talked softly, walked in, and when they saw this scene, the expression of the little grandfather suddenly turned cold. (To be continued......)