Chapter 8 Fishing Diagram of the Tianshan Mountains
The bamboo pole head and the knife sat in the teahouse and drank tea in their spare time during the city patrol, they sat in a private room, separated by a screen, and the two chatted for a long time.
After chatting and chatting, the case of the Lu family was involved, and the head of the bamboo pole sighed slightly.
"What do you sigh for? It's not your whole family that will be destroyed. The knife said.
"Your whole family has been wiped out! Your whole family has been destroyed! The bamboo pole head said angrily, and then spoke: "I am the poor young master of the Lu family." ”
"What do you pity him for? Maybe his family has offended someone? For the rich! The knife said angrily.
"I heard that this little master of the Lu family, Master Lu left him a painting before he died, and that painting is priceless!"
"What about the priceless price? Didn't Lord Liu return it to him? ”
The head of the bamboo pole lowered his voice again, and motioned for the knife to lean his ear over: "Originally, Lord Liu was going to return it to Young Master Lu, but what should you do, a colleague of the City Patrol Division happened to see this painting, and he saw that this painting was extraordinary at a glance, and said that Lord Liu knew about it." ”
"Oh? But Lord Liu still returned the painting to Master Lu, our Lord Liu is really high-spirited! ”
"Gao Feng Liang Festival fart! He gave a fake painting to Young Master Lu, and the real thing was hidden in Liu's Mansion in the west of the city. In the morning, a colleague of mine who was patrolling the city talked about Lord Liu, so he called several connoisseurs in Liu's Mansion to appreciate the painting! Therefore, Young Master Lu is really pitiful, his whole family has not been wronged after being destroyed, and even the only relic left to him by his father has been dropped by Lord Liu! ”
"Be quiet, but don't be heard by others, otherwise Lord Liu will know, and you and I won't have good fruit to eat!"
"I've saved it! Let's go, let's continue to patrol the city. After saying that, the two walked out of the private room, and no one noticed, and a young man with a blue face in the private room next door was about to burst out of the water with his fists.
Liu Tianming processed official documents in the study after dinner, and he seemed very comfortable.
In a moment when he had finished processing, he then packed up his official documents, took out a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the cabinet behind his desk, took out a picture scroll, and spread it out on the table.
He admired it carefully, and from time to time his mouth made a "tsk" sound.
"How? Lord Liu, isn't this painting very good? At this time, a voice suddenly appeared in the dark, Liu Tianming was startled, he followed the sound to search, and saw a person wearing a night robe sitting opposite the desk.
"Who are you? How did you break in? ”
"Lord Liu, you won't know me so soon?" The sunspot man took out the masked cloth from his face, and the person sitting upright was Lu Weihong, whom he had just met yesterday.
"Lu Weihong? It's you! What are you doing at my house? ”
"What? Of course, it's to get my stuff back! Lu Weihong smiled and said lightly, "Lord Liu looks at this painting so well, do you think it looks like this head on your head?" ”
His originally smiling face suddenly became sharp, and with a wave of his right hand, he only heard a rustling sound running down his wrist, and a silk thread hit Liu Tianming.
Liu Tianming's martial arts were ordinary, where could he resist the silk thread that came at a rapid pace, and the silk thread soon approached his throat.
Liu Tianming hurriedly retreated, but how did he know that there was no way to retreat, he secretly complained in his heart: "My life is over!" ”
At this moment, Liu Tianming saw a flash of silver light in front of him, and a figure in a white suit held a sword in front of him, and the silk thread retracted Lu Yanhong's wrist without a single blow.
Lu Jianhong fixed his eyes and saw that it was a beautiful woman. He couldn't help but think in his heart: "I didn't expect that this Liu Tianming would have such a master in front of him, and he could resist with a sword under the speed of my Qingluosi." ”
Looking at the woman in front of him looking at him with a smile, he felt an aura of danger, and the edge of the sword in this woman's hand made him dare not underestimate it.
He didn't dare to act rashly, and put on a defensive posture and asked, "Is this a trap?" ”
"That's right!" Ye Feng walked out of the cubicle in the study, he was wearing a bright blue shirt with long sleeves, and he accidentally hung on the screen bar next to him.
He pulled it twice, and finally pulled it out, and said with a dripping mouth in his mouth: "This ancient dress is really troublesome, I must find a tailor to make a simple set of clothes!" Lu Jianhong, it's still more convenient for your night clothes, haha......"
"Puff~" Yue Jiancomb, who was stopped in front of Liu Tianming, laughed when he heard Ye Feng's words. At this time, there were neat footsteps outside the study, and the soldiers of the City Patrol Division had surrounded the entire study layer by layer.
Lu Yanhong's face was cloudy, he looked at Ye Feng directly, his eyes showed a trace of anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's you again!" Last time Liu Tianming was not there, Captain Qin wanted to give me a fishing map of the Tianshan Mountains, but you blocked it. Now you have returned me with fake paintings and lured me here, this is also your masterpiece, right? ”
"Well, let's not talk about such a contradictory issue!" Ye Feng said with a smile, "Why don't we talk about the case of you killing the forty-three members of the Lu family?" ”
"Ridiculous!" Lu Jianhong opened his mouth to refute, "How could I kill my whole family? I'm just here to pick up my stuff today! ”
"Alright! If you don't want to talk about it, I'll talk about it. The shadowless ghost pawn Lu gradually hung Lu Gongzi! ”
Hearing Ye Feng's words, his face changed slightly, but he instantly returned to normal, but he was captured by the keen Ye Feng.
"Shadowless ghost? What is it? I don't understand you. Lu Jianhong deliberately showed a surprised tone.
"Eleven years ago, Lu Shaonian held his young son Lu Jianhong in the Qinglu Medical Center, and the famous doctor Jiang Tianqing was helpless and was sick with tuberculosis. Since then, Lu Shaonian has been very sad, and there is no more Lu Yanhong inside and outside the Lu Mansion, and the people in Linhai sigh. Ye Feng talked eloquently.
"Three years ago, the wealthy businessmen of Linhai gathered at the Lu family, and Lu Jianhong composed poems and choruses between the banquets, and his talent was amazing, and he has since entered Jiangning Mansion to study."
"I don't know, how can Lu Gongzi's tuberculosis be treated?" Ye Feng looked at Lu Yanhong with a smile, only to see that his face was already very ugly.
Tuberculosis is a small case in modern times, but in ancient times, when medical skills and medical conditions were rudimentary, it was almost an incurable disease.
"Then can I say that Lu Weihong died eleven years ago! You, Lu Jianhong, are fake! The entire Lu family is your subordinate, or the entire Lu family is covering up your identity! The painting that Lu Shaonian brought from Datong Mansion is what you want, and the Lu family was seized by the City Patrol Division for greedily transporting contraband. You were angry with the Lu family's greed and incompetence, so you killed people, right? Ye Feng then said what he thought in his heart.
"Who are you?" Lu Jianhong stared at the plain man in front of him, and the man in front of him actually guessed eight or nine or ten, and he said in surprise.
"Master Lu, don't worry!" Ye Feng walked to the desk, picked up the painting from the table, stroked the painting, and then said with a smile, "I have always felt that the paper of this scroll is a little too thick. It turns out that there is a mystery hidden in it! ”
At this time, Lu Weihong looked very anxious, and he said loudly: "You give me that painting, I won't kill you!" ”