"There must be."

Jiang Yufan pushed Gui Qi aside, and walked towards Jun Qinglan with a swagger, his whole body was filled with the eyebrows of turning over and being the master.

Jun Qinglan looked at him quietly, and suddenly regretted that he had just used the palace token to help him get out of Gui Qi's surveillance. It's just that you can be excited to be like this by suppressing a subordinate, and being with him in front of so many people is somewhat ...... Lose face.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to a few friends." Jiang Yufan pulled Jun Qinglan's wrist, and without saying anything, he took her to the crowd under the flower tree.

"Wait a minute." Jun Qinglan quickly opened her mouth: "I came today to talk to you about the Puning Temple case. ”

"Then we'll have to find a quiet place." Jiang Yufan stopped, and said with a deep sigh: "Go to my yard." Today, all the guests in the house have gathered in the garden of Zhuzhixuan, and my courtyard is far away from there. ”

Jun Qinglan nodded: "Okay." ”

"I'm sorry everyone, I'll have a few more drinks with you when I'm done with business." Jiang Yufan smiled and arched his hand towards the sons of the family under the flower tree, and pulled Jun Qinglan onto the southeast path.

"That's Jun Qinglan?"

"It's just a little trick in the brocade guard, and Master Jiang takes him too seriously."

"Heh, you're underestimating him. Jun Qinglan is the hottest person in Yanjing City in recent days. ”

"Not really. I heard that Princess Changle loved him for ten minutes, and asked the emperor several times to give him the title of concubine. ”

Not only that, but he also got the blue eyes of Duan Wangye, and now he has been personally taken to live in Duan Wangye's mansion. I heard that the Qinglu Garden given to him by King Duan was next to his own Qin Garden. ”

"It has been several years since Duan Wang Ye returned to Yanjing, and he has never heard the news of his wedding. Originally...... Is this what he likes? ”

"Tsk......tt."

Jun Qinglan and Jiang Yufan walked a few steps, and then they heard a lot of discussion behind them. After everyone sighed for a while, the next remarks were a little ...... Can't listen to it.

Jun Qinglan's breath stagnated. She knew that there would be some rumors in the market after living in Duanwang's Mansion, but she didn't know that it had been so unbearable? Jiang Yufan frowned, turned around and was about to go to those people to theorize, but asked Jun Qinglan to stretch out his arms to stop him.

"The mouth and the brain grow on the body of others. Can you control his mouth, can you control his brain? Jun Qinglan said lightly: "The clear person is self-purifying, just say what he likes to say." As long as I know what kind of person I am. ”

"I'm angry that they're slandering you like that." Jiang Yufan said in a deep voice: "You are afraid of their identities and dare not resist, I dare!" Wouldn't it make them think that what they said was true? You....... ”

Jiang Yufan's breath condensed: "Could it be true...... Really. ”

Before his words fell, a loud dog barked suddenly sounded in the heavens and the earth. The next moment, a tiger roared and rolled towards the flower tree wrapped in sand and gravel, and the cry of terror suddenly pierced the sky.

"Haha." The woman's crisp laughter was especially clear in the frantic barking: "The meat is so good, tear their clothes, let them taste the shame!" ”

This move!

Jun Qinglan turned around suddenly, and sure enough, she saw Jiang Ying holding her waist and directing the meat bun to knock down the sons of the family under the tree. The black-tongued dog's huge head swayed back and forth, and its sharp teeth and claws tore the boys' thin clothes terribly.

"Sister Ling is really ...... Tough. Jun Qinglan pondered in her heart for a long time before finally finding the most suitable word to describe Jiang Ying.

"My eighth sister, it is true that women don't let their eyebrows go."

Jun Qinglan: "......." What she said didn't seem to be a compliment.

"Miss Eight, let's go." Jun Qinglan opened her eyes.

Although Jun Qinglan didn't know who those people under the flower tree were. However, the people who are qualified to appear at the Dingguo Mansion Begging Flower Party must have an unusual identity, and Jiang Ying can't be allowed to conflict with them at this time. Of course, she wouldn't worry about Jiang Ying suffering, just because the reason for the conflict was Li Congyao and her, and this account would naturally be counted on the head of Duanwangfu in the future, so it wouldn't be cost-effective to think about it.

"Your fate is great. If it weren't for Brother Jun's intercession for you, I would have let the meat bun eat you as a meat bun today! ”

Jiang Ying snorted coldly and turned around and waved his hand at the meat bun. A man and a dog quickly gathered beside Jun Qinglan, Jiang Ying pursed her red lips, and her eyes were clearly dissatisfied: "Brother Jun, I haven't been angry yet, you should call me later." ”

Looking at the anger on her face, Jun Qinglan hooked the corners of her lips: "Thank you." ”

Jiang Ying was stunned, and the anger in her eyes suddenly disappeared. After a long time, he slowly frowned: "Brother Jun, I don't want you to be polite to me." Whatever I do for you, I'm willing. ”

"If you are polite to me again, I will be angry." Jiang Ying looked at Jun Qinglan, and her voice was solemn and deep. and her usual cheerfulness are like two people.

Jun Qinglan looked at her, and her clear figure was imprinted in the woman's apricot core eyes, motionless. Jun Qinglan gradually lowered her head, she saw tenacity in Jiang Ying's eyes, tenacity that she couldn't refuse.

"Okay, I'll make a note of it."

"That's right." Jiang Ying immediately regained her cheerfulness, reached out and touched the hairy head of the meat bun, and said softly: "You have to remember carefully, otherwise when I am really angry, you will not want me to say a word to you again in this life." ”

Jun Qinglan smiled and agreed. To her, it was all a joke. Many years later, in the same summer, when Jun Qinglan remembered today's situation, how much she hoped that she could seriously remember this sentence. Perhaps, it will not happen later.

Jiang Yufan led the two back to his courtyard. As he said, his yard was very far away from Zhuzhixuan, and it was very quiet at the moment.

"I'd like to ask you to help me draw the scene of Fu Lai's death." Before the three of them entered the house, Jun Qinglan quickly opened his mouth to Jiang Yufan: "I always feel that there seems to be some detail missing. ”

Jun Qinglan sighed slightly and said, "I'll tell you what I saw that day, you listen, you try to draw first." ”

"Not necessarily." Jiang Yufan said: "I also went to see the scene that day, and I remember the general situation." ”

With that, he took off the big-sleeved shirt he was wearing outside, tied the cuffs with a strap, and then walked to the table. Jiang Ying took the inkstone and came to study ink for him in person.

Jiang Yufan took the brush, thought about it for a while, spread out the rice paper, and began to paint.

Jun Qinglan sat down quietly on the chair under the window, and did not step forward to look and point. Jiang Yufan's ability, she knows better than anyone else. But whatever passes his eyes, he will never forget if he does not want to forget. Moreover, his ability to paint is superb. In the past, whenever I investigated with him, I only had to listen to her describe the scene of the crime or the characteristics of the murderer. He was able to draw what he heard, and it was the same as the picture in Jun Qinglan's memory.

Therefore, no matter how others ridiculed Jiang Yufan for sneaking into Jinyiwei by virtue of the relationship between her father and brother, she never agreed. Because she knew that Jiang Yufan's skills were enough to support his status as a hundred households in brocade clothes.

Half an hour later, Jiang Yufan stopped his pen, first raised the painting and glanced at himself, and then looked up at Jun Qinglan: "Look, what was the situation like at that time?" ”

Jun Qinglan took a closer look. What was painted on the paper was the worker's room of the Puning Temple at the time of the crime, and Jiang Yufan drew all the details of the house. Including the blessing on the bed, and the mottled blood stains in the blue bricks that seeped into the ground.

Jun Qinglan looked at it seriously, stretched out her hand and drew a circle next to Fulai's corpse: "Do you remember how Fulai's body was discovered?" ”

Jiang Yufan groaned and said: "It was said that the blood flowed through the crack in the door, and the pedestrians found the abnormality and reported it to the official." When he opened the door, he found that Fulai was already dead in his bed. ”

"The door was bolted from the inside, the doors and windows were intact, and there were no signs of struggle in the house. Fu Lai's body appeared to be asleep, his face was not painful, and there was no broken flesh and hair hidden between his fingers. Therefore, Dali Temple concluded that he died at the hands of an acquaintance, and that he was killed in his sleep. ”

Jun Qinglan said lightly, but her eyes lingered on the picture. Fingertips squinted from Fulai's chest to the remaining blood on the ground.

"The county lord of Chaoxia sleeps on the side of Fulai, and when Fulai dies, he faces outwards and his back faces the county lord. His wounds ....... ”

Jun Qinglan pursed her lips and didn't speak again.

"Or is it possible that after Lord Chaoxia stabbed him, he turned his body over and turned his face to the other side to continue sleeping?" Jiang Ying looked at the place where Jun Qinglan's fingertips were pressing.

"No one is going to be able to roll over and fall asleep after a fatal injury." Jiang Yufan smiled and said, "In that case, the heart will be too big." ”

Jiang Ying pouted: "No matter what, there were only him and the county lord of Chaoxia in the house at that time. The doors and windows of the house are closed, is it possible that Fulai can kill himself to blame the county lord? How could he guarantee that the county lord happened to be in his room at that moment? ”

"How do I know?"

Jiang Yufan shrugged and looked at Jun Qinglan, their eyes burning, as if they were both waiting for Jun Qinglan's answer. But the man didn't say a word for a long time.

"I see." Jiang Ying stroked his palm and said, "It must be the two of them who made an appointment to be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks." Then, Fulai committed suicide with the county lord's golden hairpin, but the county lord did not dare to do it because he was afraid. Therefore, when Fu Lai died, the doors and windows were intact, and the county lord happened to be asleep in his bed. ”

"Are you an idiot?" Jiang Yufan bent his fingers and flicked Jiang Ying's head: "There is a dead man next to you who can sleep peacefully?" What's more, how could the county lord's daughter commit suicide with Fulai? ”

Jiang Ying rubbed her aching forehead, full of grievances: "Isn't it rumored that the county lord of Chaoxia has a five- or six-year-old son with Fulai?" Sons have been born, and I think they must have a great relationship. However, their identities are so different, their feelings will definitely not be recognized by the outside world. Isn't it reasonable to pin your hopes on the afterlife in the midst of melancholy? ”

"You...... You're ....... Jiang Yufan glared, full of disgust: "I told you everything, don't read some messy picture books, and think about something in your head all day long." Where is that puffy skin worthy of the county lord? Do you think the county lord is blind or a fool? ”

The word fool came out of his mouth, and Jiang Yufan's breath suddenly stagnated. Li Xueyi...... Aren't you just a fool?