Feng Shi took a sip of the teacup, the smile on his face was very gentle, and the determination in his eyes made Fu Jun believe that her sister-in-law must have been prepared to prevent the Pei family from finding fault with the Wu family.

The youngest Meng Ling asked in a glutinous voice at this time: "Sister-in-law, is this true?" How can a girl have so much strength? ”

Feng Shi shook his head, smiled and said in a harmonious voice, "I don't know about this." I only know that this team has been very popular recently, I made a decision in August, set Chinese New Year's Eve and the first two classes of the new year, and Mrs. Nawei Beihou also discussed with me and asked me to give her a day. Now the daughter-in-law should ask her mother to show her whether she should or should not. ”

Fu Jun was amazed by Feng's conversation skills.

This is called gagging in advance, and it is also called taking the lead to deviate, this means of changing the topic, Pei and Wu are not opponents when they are tied together, with the brain circuits of these two people, they must be led by Feng's nose.

Sure enough, after listening to Feng's solemn request, Pei began to seriously think about whether to let one hundred plays be given to the Weibei Hou Mansion, and he had already thrown the little thoughts at the beginning to Java.

Fu Jun sat with everyone for a while, and then saw that Feng had resigned, so she also retired.

After returning to the house, Fu Jun sat in front of the case, holding a volume of "Water Control Strategy" in his hand, but his mind turned to the case of the three corpses.

The investigation into the three corpses case has reached an impasse.

I thought there would be a breakthrough in the clues of Qian Lingsha, but it encountered obstacles in the early stage of the investigation.

This ink has now disappeared from the market.

Specifically, it can't be said that it started a few years ago, and Qian Lingsha gradually disappeared. The investigators of the Joint Investigation Division speculated that someone might have been specifically buying the ink. Qian Lingsha is not easy to see, and it is also one of the countless lost secret techniques in Nanshan Kingdom, if someone secretly buys it, then this thing will be reduced day by day.

Now, after many years, those merchants can no longer remember who bought this thing, and they can only check the approximate date when they check the account book, and they don't know anything about it. What's even more strange is that several merchants have also been robbed, not only losing a lot of money. Even the account book was lost. Even if you want to find the person who bought the madder sand back then, there is no way to verify.

In this way, there is another layer of fog on the murderer of the three corpses.

There's a problem here. A discerning person can see it at a glance.

The timing of the theft by these merchants was too coincidental. What's more, I've never heard of a thief stealing a ledger. It was heavy and taking up space. What's the use of stealing?

It's just that Fu Jun doesn't understand a little, and there are very few people who know about Qian Lingsha. How did this news get out? Even if there is an inner ghost, this inner ghost is too powerful, and even this kind of top secret can be obtained, and if the inner ghost is really in the leadership of the Joint Investigation Division, then the problem is quite serious.

Fu Jun covered his frowns, and suddenly felt a slight darkness beside him.

She woke up suddenly, turned her head to look, and met Meng Yuan's ice-like eyes.

"You're back?" Fu Jun was slightly surprised, but he couldn't help but smile between his eyebrows, and wanted to get up and leave his seat.

"Sit down." Meng Yuan said, while holding her down, he dragged Zhang Xiudun over from the side, sat beside her, his tall body leaned forward slightly, approached her side, and said in a low voice: "I'll come back to see you, and I'll leave in a while." ”

"In such a hurry?" Fu Jun said, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his eyebrows.

His eyebrows were long and dark, and they were stained with snow particles, which were now gradually turning into crystal droplets.

"Is it snowing out there again?" She asked him, her voice soft, like a breeze sliding in her ears.

Meng Yuan looked at Fu Jun deeply and was silent for a long time.

When he didn't see her, his heart was full of unquenchable longing, and as soon as he got close to her, that longing turned into lovesickness, dense, like a vine in spring/day, crawling all over his heart.

He took her into his arms, and the sweet aroma of apricot blossoms on the tip of his nose turned into /spring/wind together.

"It's been snowing for a while, don't you know?" He asked her, his lips brushing against her ears and hair, and the warm breath had a refreshing and clean taste.

Fu Jun couldn't help but inhale deeply.

That's his taste.

Snuggling in his arms, smelling the breath on his body, Fu Jun felt inexplicably relieved, and her voice was a little more sweet and soft than she rarely had: "I was thinking about the three corpses, but I didn't find that it was snowing again." ”

This glutinous and soft voice made Meng Yuan's heartbeat two points faster.

I have to say that with such a sweet and gentle tone, talking about a terrible murder case, and it can also make the listener feel moved by the sound, this is the Han Dynasty, I am afraid that it is only this couple.

"Don't think about that all the time." Meng Yuan touched Fu Jun's hair, and his voice contained some comfort, "When the camp is over, I'll take you to watch the lanterns, okay?" ”

The faint tail note, like the twilight of the approaching sun, warmed Fu Jun from the bottom of his heart.

That's right. Soon it will be the Spring Festival, followed by the Shangyuan Festival, which is inevitably lonely for him or her, and it seems that because of this invitation, it will finally have a bit of sweetness and warmth.

She let out a soft "um" and stopped talking.

The snow outside the window gradually became bigger, the snow particles turned into large snowflakes, falling all over the courtyard, and after a while, the eaves and railings of the Linqing Pavilion were like the general of Qiongyu, turning into a glass world.

Fu Jun's side was already empty.

Meng Yuan went back to Beijing to get the official documents, and when he came back to see her, he went again. Half an hour ago, his figure was embedded in the window pane, and the dark blue blue was flying in the wind, gradually disappearing, and finally disappeared by the courtyard gate.

I don't know when it has become a difficult thing to see him leave, Fu Jun has never realized that she has such a little woman's side in her bones.

Thinking like this, Fu Jun's face couldn't help but smile again.

"Niangniang, Miss Xie sent someone over." Outside the curtain, the voice of the white peony was heard.

Fu Jun was slightly stunned when he heard this, and after a while, he sat up straight with a smile on his face, and said, "Call her in." ”

The door curtain was raised, bringing in a clear cold air, and a tall woman wearing a plain silk cloak and a Zhaojun hat walked in, but it was Yaoguang, the big girl beside Xie Ting.

"I've seen the county lord's mother." Entering the house, Yaoguang squatted down and saluted Fu Jun first, with a soft and glutinous Jiangnan accent, soft and gentle.

"Get up, you've made this trip on a snowy day." Fu Jun said with a smile, and asked the little maid to serve tea.

Yao Guangxun thanked him a few words, only accepted the tea, but refused to sit down, standing at the next door, with a kind smile between his soft and graceful eyebrows: "The maid is ordered by the girl to greet the mother." The girl said that she should do what the mother mentioned, and she would go when the weather warmed up. He also said that the girl should not forget what should happen, and the girl wanted a little poodle with black curly hair. ”

When she said it, Fu Jun smiled, and Xie Ting's smiling face seemed to appear in front of her, and when she heard the last sentence, not only Fu Jun, but everyone in the room was smiling. (To be continued.) )