Yu Shu found Guiqi Guiba, moved all the files in the living room to the study, and couldn't fit on the table, so they found another desk and put it on the wall, piled high.

The sky was still bright, Yu Shu casually flipped through a few volumes, and found that there were not only records of murders, but also some cases involving heavy punishments, but they were all related to disasters and fell into her arms.

Yu Shu couldn't help but be overjoyed at the thought of one day when she could complete the single law of calamity and evolve it into a set of more advanced techniques to achieve the real "judgment of calamity".

Thinking of it, Yu Shu did not delay for a moment, asked the maid to prepare pen and ink, and after careful consideration, opened a volume of cases in a certain place, and first copied the various "disasters" recorded on it in different categories and sorted them out, so that they could be calculated later.

It wasn't until the lamp was in her hands, and it was dark outside, that she could read the second volume.

"Girl, let's have dinner first, it's not too late to be busy after eating." Xiaoqing came in with tea from outside and reminded her gently.

Yu Shu put down the pen, rubbed his fingers, put the paper with ink marks on the side of the small stack of written papers, stood up and stretched, glanced at the sky outside the window, and asked casually:

"Is your son back?"

Xiaoqing put down the tray, handed the tea to her, and said obediently: "I just came back, the slave maid went downstairs to make tea, the son called the slave maid, and asked about the girl, I heard that you were doing something, so I didn't let anyone come up to disturb you." Girl, my son didn't order any food, do you go downstairs, or eat in the house? ”

Yu Shu hesitated for a moment, glanced at the box full of files at his feet, and was embarrassed to hang Xue Rui, so he said:

"Go down, you go and say, I'll wash my hands."

"Yes."

***

Xue Rui thought that Yu Shu, who avoided him before dawn in the morning, would ignore him for two days, but the fact is that he is sitting at a table with her for dinner right now.

"It will take me about a month to sort out those files in Dali Temple. Do you think we will return it together when the time comes, or will we send it back first? Yu Shu asked while picking up vegetables.

Xue Rui looked at her as if nothing had happened, and he almost suspected that he hadn't done anything last night.

"Oh. Don't bother, I'll send it back when you're all done. ”

Yu Shu nodded, and didn't thank him again, just like when they usually ate together, they chatted with him from time to time, and his expression couldn't be more natural.

This made Xue Rui a little depressed, but she would rather lose her temper at him and make a face. It's better than being like this. What girl is kissed and doesn't blush or get angry?

Should she be good-natured, or did she not take it seriously at all?

After the meal, Yu Shu sat downstairs for a while before greeting Xue Rui and going upstairs:

"Big brother rest early, I'll go back and continue to sort out those cases."

"Well, don't stay up too late," Xue Rui reminded her. When the others came to the door, they stopped her again:

"Don't get up so early tomorrow and come with me."

There was a moment of embarrassment on Yu Shu's face. Fortunately, he turned his back to Xue Rui and was not seen by him.

"Oh."

went upstairs, Yu Shu returned to the house, sent the maids down, closed the door, and then relaxed, rubbing his sour face and lying down on the soft couch.

The whole dinner was on the shelf, and she was tired to death.

It's just that Xue Rui is a good person, she dares to glance at him more, or say a word less, she can be seen by him. She didn't want the guy to find out that she had been kissed by him last night. Just like a fool, he started a nymphomaniac.

After lying down for a while, Yu Shu sat up, cheered up and strode into the study, ready to start work.

These days are full of things, how can I have the leisure to think about men.

***

The next day, Yu Shu and Xue Rui went to the Taishi Book Garden in the same car. One carried a pen and paper cartridge to the library to copy, and the other went straight to the stargazing platform and called the official on duty for questioning.

Dali Temple sent a small team of people to rummage through the stargazing platform and the nearby land, but still no suspicious clues were found, except for the note identifying Jingchen and the rope that strangled Cao Youling, there was no evidence of the murderer.

"Where is Daozi now?" Xue Rui didn't plan to run in vain today, and asked someone to find the subordinates who had followed Jingchen for the past few days to interrogate.

"Lord Hui, Daozi is reading a book in the incense house in the east courtyard."

"Isn't he lecturing today?" Although Xue Rui sent someone to monitor Jingchen, he did not restrict his freedom, so Jingchen still gave lectures to the students of Taishi Shuyuan after the incident, but he couldn't go to the stargazing platform to practice.

"This adult doesn't know, the deceased went to a private meeting because of a note from Daozi, and most of the students who followed Daozi to learn these days said that they couldn't come because they were sick, and today Daozi arrived early in the morning, and I haven't seen a single student here."

Xue Rui imagined it for a moment, and then it became clear.

People are terrible, although Jingchen's status is noble, but it is a matter of human life and women's reputation, before the truth is revealed, a few people dare to come to him, even if it is the female college student who defended him that day, he must cherish himself more.

"Let's go, take me there."

Xue Rui stepped on the steps, walked into the incense house built on the stone mountain in the garden, opened the half of the bamboo curtain hanging under the eaves, and saw Jingchen sitting on the ground at a glance.

In this place of birds and flowers, outside the window, the smoke stove curls, on a mat woven of lamp grass, the man is wearing a silver-gray robe, the wide cuffs hang down on his knees, holding a roll in one hand, hanging his head silently, only revealing a pair of indifferent eyebrows, and then it is like a painting.

Rao is Xue Rui has some prejudices against Jingchen, and he has to admit that the person in front of him is full of style, and he can't find a second home in the entire Anling City.

When Jingchen heard the sound of the rolling shutters, he raised his head unhurriedly, and when he saw Xue Rui in front of the door, he was not surprised, and put the scroll in his hand upside down.

"Lord Xue."

Xue Rui walked in, looked at the quiet room, and said to Jing Chen:

"It's quiet here in Daozi, aren't there any students coming today?"

Jing Chen said calmly: "The murder case was unsuccessful, and they were afraid. ”

Xue Rui walked to the wide open window, glanced at the dense green outside the window, turned around, and asked:

"If Daozi is not the murderer who booby-trapped Miss Cao, then it must be the real murderer who intends to frame you, aren't you worried?"

"Fortune and misfortune have their own causes, so why should I worry." Jingchen sat motionless on the seat. There was not a trace of waves in his eyes.

"Hehe," Xue Rui suddenly sneered, and asked again, "Someone killed someone just to blame you." The dead are innocent, don't you feel guilty? ”

Jing Chen frowned slightly and fell silent.

Xue Rui saw that he was not unmoved, so he took advantage of the situation and asked: "At present, the murderer is coming at you, and people will have such a grudge against you, and they will kill people without recklessness." Do you have a number in mind? ”

“”

"I can't think of it, I still don't want to say it."

Xue Rui didn't intend to let him stay out of the matter, according to his and Yu Shu's inference, behind this murder case, it is likely to involve the group of people who caused Jingchen to lose his memory before, and this is not just a murder case.

Regarding the encounter of Jingchen going down the mountain to Beijing, Xue Rui also knew a lot of inside information from beginning to end, such as that group of people did not kill Jingchen. Instead, he used some means to make him amnesiac and abandon Jiangshang.

For example, after Jingchen's memory is restored. But I just can't remember how he was framed on the road.

This caused a headless public case, and no one knew where the gang of people in Lu Dao came from, and why they wanted to harm Jingchen, the widow of a princess with a special identity.

Growing up in Kyoto since childhood, Xue Rui is accustomed to seeing power, and keenly smells the smell of conspiracy from these two faintly related incidents, he has an intuition that if he can't find the murderer, then the young lady of the Cao family will definitely not be the last innocent person to die because of this.

Under Xue Rui's aggressive gaze, Jing Chen's expression was a little intriguing. He frowned at first, then lowered his head, and thought for a while before raising his head and looking at Xue Rui, his face a little hesitant. There is also some confusion.

"I can't think of it."

Xue Rui was disappointed, he could see that Jingchen was not lying, and he had heard Yu Shu say before that this person was not lying.

But he still didn't give up, and wanted to find out something from Jingchen, so he walked over, stopped in front of him, and continued to ask:

"Have you ever wondered who could imitate your handwriting in such a way that it looks like it?"

It is not very difficult to imitate handwriting, as far as Xue Rui knows calligraphy, there are two people, who can be like people, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the fake.

However, this is something that needs to be done with reference to my own writing.

In other words, the person who can do this must have seen Jingchen's words, and he has seen a lot.

Xue Rui's question caused Jingchen to fall into another round of contemplation, and it wasn't until the warbler outside the window cried that he spoke:

"For those who are familiar with my handwriting, there should only be three people in the capital."

"Who are they?"

"Chongyun, who is cultivating with me at the mountain gate, my junior sister Shui Yun, and" Jingchen's voice stopped, and there was another person, who seemed to be difficult to speak, his lips opened and closed a few times before he would say this person:

"Yu Shu."

Xue Rui narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't mishear Jing Chen calling Yu Shu's name directly, as if to draw something out of this, thinking of the stupid girl who had suffered so many grievances for the man in front of her, she couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, and said:

"Let's not say that she was a stupid person who couldn't read big words last year, even if she could write your words, and someone put a knife on her neck, she would never hurt you in the slightest."

Jing Chen's face stiffened, the palm hanging on his knee was unconsciously clenched, and when he spoke again, his voice was not as calm as Fang Cai:

"I'm just saying that anyone knows my handwriting well and doesn't doubt her, so don't misinterpret my words."

Xue Rui didn't miss his small movements, but he didn't bother to admit that he did it on purpose.

Asked everything that should be asked, he was not going to talk to Jingchen for a long time, he reached out and brushed away a fallen flower on the window edge, brushed his sleeves and walked towards the outside of the house, and the voice was left to Jingchen from behind.

"If you really feel guilty, pay more attention to your surroundings."

Jingchen watched the bamboo curtain fall in front of his eyes, lowered his gaze, raised his hand and pressed his chest, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes, and silently recited the mantra of purifying his heart that he had recited many times over the years. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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