Chapter 82: My people are bitter and the water is deep

Jiang Dianjiao knew that Su Yunxia had something to say to Xiao Jiading, so he opened the prison, and then called the painter to go out and wait outside.

After they left, Xiao Jiading stepped in, and the two sat down on the edge of the bed. Before she could speak, Su Yunxia's tears were already pouring down. She looked at Xiao Jiading with teary eyes and said, "Brother Xiao, he ......, is what he said true?" ”

Xiao Jiading said: "I don't know about this, I was shocked when I heard it, the Kang County Order has ordered me to investigate this matter, don't worry, I will find out." ”

"But my mother's ......, she didn't say anything about it......"

"Of course your mother can't say it, how can you tell your daughter about this kind of thing. It must be an absolute secret that can only be hidden deep inside. He himself said in the lobby that if you hadn't committed a capital offense and had a close relationship with this, he wouldn't have said it. ”

"My mother said that it was my mother who asked him to elope with my mother, but he refused, how could he say that he wanted to take my mother to elope, and my mother refused?"

"I don't know ...... this one. In fact, this has little to do with it, and the most important thing to find out now is whether he raped your mother and gave birth to you. It's up to you to decide who your biological father really is. If it was really Cai Laoshan, then the outcome of this case would be different. ”

Su Yunxia looked at him and said in a trembling voice: "If you ...... like this, is it ......, I ...... Can I not die......? ”

For a young girl in the flower season, the hope of birth is naturally very strong, if you can not die, how can you not care?

Xiao Jiading nodded solemnly: "Yes, if this is the case, the Wu family you denounce is not your mother-in-law, at most it can only be regarded as your adoptive mother, and the adoptive mother killed the biological mother, according to the royal law, it is permissible to denounce." Then you will be innocent. ”

As soon as she heard the hope of this life, Su Yunxia couldn't help but tremble, and her eyes, which were originally full of despair, were already full of life.

Xiao Jiading glanced at no one outside, leaned into her ear, lowered his voice and said, "Although this matter still needs to be investigated, but, based on my intuition, I don't think he is lying." As long as it's not a lie, you'll be able to find out! So you can rest assured! ”

Su Yunxia's eyes were full of tears again, she looked at Xiao Jiading in a daze, got up, lifted her dress and was about to kneel down and kowtow: "Thank you, thank you, Brother Xiao......"

Xiao Jiading hurriedly held her arm and helped her up. This time, Su Yunxia didn't panic anymore, but she was still full of shame, lowered her head, and then raised her eyes again, glanced at Xiao Jiading with tears in her eyes, and lowered her long eyelashes.

This little woman is really beautiful and moving, especially the kind of pitiful look, which can always pull the most emotional heartstrings in a man's heart. Xiao Jiading couldn't help but look stupid.

After a while, he came back to his senses and found that he was still holding the girl's arm, so he quickly took his hand back in embarrassment.

Xiao Jiading saw that there was half of the leftover steamed bun on the table, so he took it and said in a low voice: "Wait a while, the painter of the yamen will come to paint your portrait, and the death row prisoners will have portraits." However, you are too beautiful, and I am afraid that it is not necessarily a good thing for the portrait to be too beautiful to hang out. So, you've got to pretend to be ugly, you know? ”

In fact, this portrait is used for identification, and the reason why Xiao Jiading didn't say it and found another excuse was to prevent Su Yunxia from suspecting Xiao Jiading of playing ghosts in it, and suspecting that Cai Laoshan was actually not her father, so it might be extraneous.

Su Yunxia heard him praise her beauty, she couldn't help but be shy, her face was even more flushed, her big eyes blinked, and she looked at Xiao Jiading, she didn't understand that the portrait of a death row prisoner couldn't be too beautiful, but since Xiao Jiading said so, there must be a reason. He nodded solemnly.

Xiao Jiading halved the steamed bun in his hand and handed it over: "Stuff this on both cheeks, squint your eyes again, and pout your chin a little, do you understand?" Try! ”

The reason why Xiao Jiading arranged it this way is because Su Yunxia is a melon seed face, and Su Laocai is also a pointed face with big eyes, while Cai Laoshan has a round face and relatively small eyes, especially the lips, which are slightly pouted, which means a little bit of covering the sky. Xiao Jiading taught Su Yunxia to do this, just to get closer to Cai Laoshan, so that the painting would be more like.

Su Yunxia Bingxue is smart and does a good job, Xiao Jiading looked left and right, and felt that the steamed buns on the right were a little too much, so the bulging out was more obvious, it looked a little unnatural, and he didn't want to think about it, so he raised his hand and wiped it on Su Yunxia's cheeks, looked at it again, and nodded: "It's much better." ”

After saying this, he realized that Su Yunxia's face was already flushed, and her head was lowered, like a blooming mimosa. Only then did I remember that my actions just now should be too intimate. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and reacted quickly, so he immediately said: "Just keep it like this, remember, keep your eyes squinting, I'll call the painter!" ”

With that, he hurried out of the city.

Su Yunxia sat on the edge of the bed alone, thinking of Xiao Jiading's actions just now, she couldn't help but be shy and sweet. Hearing the footsteps coming in, he didn't dare to look up, and looked at the embroidered feet on the ground with the corner of his eyes. Until I heard Xiao Jiading's voice: "Raise your head, the painter wants to paint for you." ”

Only then did she squint her eyes slightly, her chin pouted slightly, and she looked up with a wooden expression and looked at Xiao Jiading.

Xiao Jiading was very satisfied with Su Yunxia's performance, patted the shoulder of the painter sitting next to him, and said, "Hurry up and paint!" ”

This painter had never seen Su Yunxia's previous appearance, so he didn't know that Lu Dao was doing tricks, so he started painting.

During the painter's painting, Su Yunxia kept looking at Xiao Jiading, but she didn't dare to look at Xiao Jiading's eyes, for fear that ripples would rise in her heart and affect the painting, so she just looked at his chest. Wide and sturdy, it must be a harbor that can shelter from the wind and rain, and what kind of happiness it would be if my own small boat, which was tossed and turned in the wind and waves, could anchor in such a place.

Thinking of this, a blush still quietly hit her pretty face.

Xiao Jiading immediately sensed keenly that there could be no mistake at this time, he immediately walked out of Su Yunxia's sight, leaned against the desk by the wall, and casually picked up a book that Su Yunxia put on the table and read it.

This is a collection of poems, mainly poems from the Northern and Southern Dynasties period. Traditional vertical arrangement, no punctuation, the quality of the stereotyped printing is also very rough, and it looks laborious, so I put it down. I saw a stack of silk paper next to me, with some poems written on it, so I picked it up and watched it, only to see that the font was beautiful and clear, which was estimated to be Su Yunxia's handwriting, so I slowly studied it, and one of the poems was:

One of them reads:

Ascend to the river and see clearly.

The water is rippling.

Pray for blessings and stay drunk.

The concubine was frightened.

Xiao Jiading was very sympathetic after reading it, this should be the lamentation, despair and horror in Su Yunxia's heart before facing death. He sat down and wrote below:

Our bitterness is deep,

The net is not deep.

My people are bitter and the mountains are secluded,

The net is not secluded.

This is a poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Jie, and Xiao Jiading also wrote it casually in his mind, and I don't know if the road can be compatible. He put down the brush and read Su Yunxia's other poems, and found that this little girl's poems were very sad, and there must be a lot of depression in her heart, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

He turned his back to him, Su Yunxia couldn't see him, and his mood gradually calmed down. The painter painted very quickly, and the Chinese painting was originally based on white drawing, paying attention to freehand, and not processing the light and shade of colors, so it was faster. By the time Xiao Jiading finished reading the poem, the painter had finished it and reported it to Xiao Jiading.

Xiao Jiading took the painting and looked at it in the past, and was secretly happy in his heart, the woman in the painting was really similar to Cai Laoshan. Especially the face shape, eyes, and chin. Secretly proud in his heart, he accepted the portrait himself and gave the painter a reward. The painter refused to ask for it, but he still accepted it, took the money and painting tools, thanked him, and left happily.

Su Yunxia took out the steamed bun in her mouth, glanced at Xiao Jiading, and hung her head shyly and didn't dare to look at him.

Xiao Jiading said: "I'm going to investigate now, don't worry, everything will be fine." ”

Su Yunxia looked up at her at this time, her eyes were full of gratitude, and she said softly: "Yunxia is so lucky, she has to meet Xiao Lang, and it is difficult to repay the great kindness!" After saying that, he was about to bow down again, Xiao Jiading hurriedly hugged him and said, "Don't be so polite, I'm just handling the case impartially." I'm leaving! ”

With that, he let go of her and strode out of the cell.

Su Yunxia watched him disappear around the corner, reminiscing about his firm and powerful arm that supported her arm, and couldn't help blushing again, her heart was sad and sweet.

After staying for a while, she picked up the poetry collection on the table and prepared to continue reading, and suddenly found that there were more lines of words behind her poems on the table, and sighed, picked it up and looked at it, the ink had not dried up, and she knew that Xiao Jiading had just written, and when she read it carefully, she couldn't help but be stupid.

Although Xiao Jiading's continued poem is written about landscapes, with her state of mind at the moment, she immediately understood that Xiao Jiading was hinting at herself - there is no hope, as long as you make efforts, there will be hope. The hope of life that had been ignited by Xiao Jiading just now in her heart was even hotter at this moment, burning her heart warm.

Unexpectedly, he was going to go to the ghost gate, and he could meet such a big brother who loved him, what more could he ask for in this life?

Thinking of the depths of his heart, he gently pressed the manuscript of the poem to his heart and closed his eyes.

A string of crystal tears slowly rolled down.

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