Yunhua said: "I'm late, Cheongju." Zhao Qingzhou said with a smile: "Boya is not dead yet, why is it too late to say that the child period." ”

Zhang Yunhua couldn't help but smile and said, "You, you still have the heart to laugh at this time." Zhao Qingzhou pulled Yunhua to sit on the stone couch and said, "What does Yunhua mean, should I express my grievances here?" Yunhua waved his hand helplessly: "Before I came, I had a stomach of words that I wanted to tell you, but I was interrupted by you, and I forgot about it." Zhao Qingzhou said: "It's okay, as soon as I see you, I already know what you want to say." ”

When Yun Hua heard this, a pain suddenly rose in his heart, except for Zhao Qingzhou in this world, I am afraid that no one can understand himself like this. After getting along for many years, the relationship between them is not only like siblings, but also a tacit understanding that knows each other very well, which is a kind of understanding of what the other party thinks without words. Thinking of this, the smile between Yun Hua's eyebrows suddenly dissipated, and his tone became solemn: "Qingzhou, do you have eyebrows about the song?" Zhao Qingzhou shook his head and said, "I'm puzzled. ”

Zhang Yunhua seemed to have expected Zhao Qingzhou's answer, he put a hand on Zhao Qingzhou's shoulder and said: "Qingzhou, I want to ask you two things, first, did you look at it before you handed it to Changfan that day; Secondly, did you hear any noise that night, could it be that someone sneaked into the study at night and dropped the bag? Zhao Qingzhou pondered for a moment and said: "I watched it, when Changfan was about to leave, I stopped him and changed a word, and the handwriting was still there at that time." As for whether anyone came in at night, I don't think so, since I was poisoned, Changfan has been keeping vigil outside the door, and if anyone comes in, Changfan will definitely be alert. ”

Zhang Yunhua seemed to feel an invisible pressure hovering over the dungeon, making him feel a little difficult to breathe. In Qingzhou's case, no one can figure out what is going on, and it seems that now they have to wait for Li Zhuoran to find out something from Jiangning.

At this time, the Zhao Mansion in Jiangning was shrouded in a tense atmosphere, and the people were in and out, all of them had lost their backbone, Changfan stood in the courtyard, said a few words of grace and power, and asked Aunt Zhu, who was in charge of purchasing, to go to the street tomorrow to buy some gadgets and food for everyone, so as to barely stabilize people's hearts. But those words of "the master will be back soon", Changfan himself said it a little weakly. He didn't know how long it would work, so he could only secretly hope that everyone would leave later.

Changfan hung his head and returned to Zhao Qingzhou's bedroom, and said to Li Zhuoran: "Li Gongzi, everyone has gone back, it should be fine in the past few days." Li Zhuoran sat on the chair that Qingzhou usually sits, raised his head and said: "Changfan, the stone messenger we went to see today is the one who passed the chapter to Qingzhou on weekdays, right?" Changfan nodded and said, "That's right, all these years the master's recitals have been handed over to the stone messenger." ”

Li Zhuoran nodded thoughtfully and said, "Today he said that all the concerts sent to Lin'an from all over the country must be gathered at the official post of the Chuyue Pavilion, and then brought in by the people in the palace. This should be true, right? Changfan said: "In the past, the Shi messenger also said so, it should be true, Li Gongzi, are you suspicious of the Shi messenger?" Li Zhuoran hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I just want to straighten out how many people's hands passed through before the official family saw it." ”

Changfan nodded and said, "Yesterday, when I heard the news of the anger of the official family, the master himself straightened it out. Li Zhuoran asked, "What is the result?" Changfan said: "The lord said that when he was in the palace in the past, he knew that the Zhaoxuan envoys who went to the Chuyue Pavilion to get the chapter were all selected from a hundred miles, and they directly obeyed the orders of the official family, and they supervised each other, and the official family also trusted them very much. Therefore, if something happened to the song, the official family had no doubt that the master had neglected his duties. ”

Li Zhuoran locked his brows tightly together: "If the Shi messenger is innocent, the Zhaoxuan envoy will not make a mistake, then what is the mistake?" Could it be that the word grew wings and flew by itself? Changfan looked at Li Zhuoran blankly, and couldn't say why. Li Zhuoran's eyes swept around the room, and suddenly said, "Changfan, who are the people in Jiangning who your master has close contacts with him, or who have had bad dealings with him?" ”

Chang Fan thought for a while and said: "The master usually has no friends except for often discussing political affairs with Wang Xiancheng and occasionally reciting poems with Lord Yu. Li Zhuoran heard Changfan mention the three words of Lord Yu, and immediately remembered Yu Hangzhi's face on the long street during the day, and said angrily: "Which door is Lord Yu, I think he is just a villain who sees the wind and steers the rudder." Before he finished speaking, he heard a "ahh Li Zhuoran was startled and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Changfan anxiously took out a stack of folded paper from the clothes on the front of the placket, and said: "Li Gongzi, just now I mentioned Wang Xiancheng, and I just remembered what the master explained. The master wrote all night yesterday, and asked me to go and hand over these to-do things to Wang Xiancheng today. Li Zhuoran stood up, took the stack of papers from Changfan's hand, and said, "Let me see what clues there are here." Then he unfolded the stack of papers and looked at it.

Changfan saw that Li Zhuoran's face suddenly turned pale, as if the blood around his body had flowed back, and he hurriedly asked, "Li Gongzi, what's wrong?" Li Zhuoran was stunned and spread the stack of papers on the table, speechless: it was a pile of white paper, empty and empty.

"What's going on?!" Changfan shouted: "This is impossible, when the master gave it to me in the morning, I also read it, and the things listed above are all scheduled for next year." He anxiously took the pages in his hand and read them inside and out. Shhhhh Changfan immediately understood, and ran to close the doors and windows tightly.

Li Zhuoran said softly: "It seems that either there is a problem with this ink, or there is a problem with this paper." Changfan also whispered: "Li Gongzi, it won't be a problem with paper, after all, these papers and pieces of paper are not the same kind of paper." The two of them glanced at each other and focused their eyes on Zhao Qingzhou's Helan stone carving inkstone. Li Zhuoran stretched out his hand, poured some of the remaining tea on the table into the inkstone, and gently stirred it with his right index finger to dissolve the residual ink at the bottom of the inkstone.

"Paper." Li Zhuoran said, Changfan hurriedly took out a pile of rice paper pressed under the pen mountain, and handed it to Li Zhuoran. Li Zhuoran dotted his ink-stained fingers on the white paper and said, "I'll draw a plum to explore the bottom of this ink." ”