After walking into the courtyard, Fu Jun immediately quickened his pace.

She became more and more suspicious of the sneaky man's purpose, so Fu Jun went straight to the study, and without waiting for the river to open the curtain, she lifted the curtain and walked in.

Shi Jiang didn't know why, so he hurriedly followed Fu Jun into the house.

There is a faint aroma in the study, which seems to be a tumultuous and tea-scented fragrance. The slightly bitter taste and floral fragrance are intertwined in one place, elegant and fragrant.

There are two books spread out on the desk, and the green jade paperweight is pressed on them; There is still half an unfinished sketch on the case, and there is a row of pens standing next to it; The incense burner stands quietly at the table, and there are traces of the placket on the mattress in front of the piano table. Fu Jun looked around and inspected the study from top to bottom, and then found that there was nothing unusual here.

She went into the study again and investigated, and the result was still the same: nothing unusual

Fu Jun still didn't believe it, and started to look at the ear room again, and carefully looked at all the rooms, and the conclusion was still that one qiē was normal.

It's a real wonder.

Fu Jun was very surprised.

It can't be a coincidence that the man slipped into the Xuanpu when no one was around, and that little guy would leave his post because of stomach pain. The man must have been trying to do something when no one was around, and the little guy's stomach ache was probably the man's handiwork. Therefore, Fu Jun's first reaction was that the person was going to peek at or steal some information from the Xuanpu.

Wang Xiang is the head of a government official, and there will naturally be some official letters and government information in Xuanpu, and Fu Jun's idea makes sense.

And as long as this room has been turned over, it will inevitably leave traces. Fu Jun, who has many years of experience in investigating cases, has a very sensitive sense of smell for such traces, and can detect even the slightest abnormality.

However, the feeling of these rooms to Fu Jun is normal, which is very incomprehensible. Could it be that the man secretly ran into the Xuanpu and didn't even enter the study?

Fu Jun couldn't help but close his eyes slightly, and relived the picture that stayed in his memory again.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration occurred in her mind, and she turned and walked out of the study.

The afternoon sun poured down, enclosing the entire courtyard in a warm and bright light, and Fu Jun's gaze stayed on the messy weeds in the west for a long time, and after a long time, he smiled.

Shi Jiang looked at Fu Jun, only to feel that the girl's smile was like a cloud breaking through the moonrise, and it was indescribably good-looking, especially the girl's eyes, under the reflection of the sun, slightly glowing with a strange purple, so beautiful that people dare not force their eyes.

Fu Jun was already confident at this time, and his expression was much more relaxed. She leisurely turned back into the house, found a chair by the window, sat down, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Shijiang stepped forward and asked softly, "Girl, do you want to have a cup of tea?" ”

Fu Jun shook his head and said, "No need, wait for my grandfather to come back." After a moment's pause, he instructed her, "You can help me grind some ink, I want to write a letter." ”

Shi Jiang answered, stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves, first took a seven-star robin inkstone from the desk, poured some water into the inkstone from the Qingdong porcelain toad pot, and took the piece of Tianyu ink commonly used by Fu Jun, and grinded a pool of ink very neatly.

Fu Jun picked a pen of moderate size from the pen grid, dipped it in some ink, and wrote on the paper.

For a while, there was silence in the study, and the master and servant sat and stood together, both resting.

Fu Jun was writing while analyzing the information in his heart.

She hadn't been like this in a long time, and the feeling of investigating a case in her previous life made her very excited. That's why she writes, and she wants to calm down her excitement by writing, so that she can better analyze the whole thing.

Soon, half a word fell on the snow-white paper, and Fu Jun's mood calmed down a little. She looked sideways out of the window, and happened to see Wang Xiang leading people into the courtyard gate.

"Grandfather." Fu Jun called lightly, put down his pen and stood up, leaning in front of the window, his eyes swept slightly behind Wang Xiang, and his face did not move.

Wang Xiang looked over when he heard the sound, and smiled at Fu Jun and said, "The four girls are here." ”

Fu Jun responded with a smile, stepped forward to open the door curtain, Wang Xiang strode into the house with his hands on his shoulders, raised his eyes and glanced at the desk after entering the room, and then smiled: "Are you writing?" ”

Fu Jun nodded with a smile and said, "I was just about to ask my grandfather for some advice." As she spoke, she walked to the window, picked up the paper and walked to Wang Xiang, skillfully turned the direction, so that Wang Xiang just blocked her figure, and then she handed over the paper and quietly stuffed a note that had been written a long time ago into Wang Xiang's hand.

After doing this, Fu Jun took two steps back, tilted his head, and said with a somewhat coquettish smile: "Grandfather must carefully evaluate it, don't perfunctory granddaughter." ”

Wang Xiang glanced at Fu Jun with lowered eyes, but saw her smiling lightly, a pair of dark eyes looking at him calmly, and then his eyes turned and swept behind him.

Qi Kao was standing quietly by the door, looking from Fu Jun's position, he could just see one of his shoes, a few touches of green on the edge of the shoe, lined with snow-white soles, like moss marks on the snow, which made Fu Jun's thoughts a little firmer.

Wang Xiang put his hands on his chest, picked up Fu Jun's words and studied them for a while, and then said with a smile: "This word is written properly." ”

Fu Jun smiled and said, "My grandfather only told my granddaughter, is this good or bad?" ”

Wang Xiang pondered for a while, frowned slightly and took the note into his hand, and then smiled: "It's quite a sight." ”

Fu Jun smiled brightly and said, "That's good, thank you grandfather for your advice." After saying that, he stepped forward, pulled down the big character in Wang Xiang's hand in front of his eyes, and pointed on the paper and said: "Grandfather, look, if the spring character of this spring is written like this, is it more appropriate?" ”

It should be noted that in the past three years, Fu Jun's little pot friend has grown older, and his height has finally grown, but he is still relatively short, far from reaching the height that a nine-year-old girl should have.

Therefore, when Fu Jun pulled the paper in front of him, Wang Xiang also bent down slightly, so that when he looked from behind, he could only see Wang Xiang's back, but all Fu Jun's movements were covered by him.

Fu Jun took this opportunity to ask Wang Xiang to point out the font in a glutinous voice, but his fingers quickly wrote the words "the chess test is different" on the paper.

Wang Xiang stared at it, couldn't help but glance at Fu Jun in surprise, his expression moved slightly, then he reached out and dotted on the paper, and asked with a pun: "Do the four girls think that's the case?" ”

Fu Jun raised his eyes and looked at Wang Xiang calmly, stretched out his finger and wrote the word "yes", and then nodded seriously and vigorously: "Granddaughter feels that this word must be written like this." What about my grandfather? ”

Wang Xiang's expression condensed slightly, and he lowered his eyes and glanced at Fu Jun again. saw Fu Jun with a childish smile, but her eyes were as calm as water, and the whole person exuded an indescribable calmness and confidence, and no one could not believe her.

At that moment, Wang Xiang's mind suddenly remembered some things from three years ago. He had heard Fu Geng mention the abduction of Fu Jun during the Lantern Festival that year. And Wang Chang also said that the second son of Tang Lone, the Qing of Dali Temple, was rescued by Fu Jun. (To be continued.) )