Chang'an City in the afternoon is a time of laziness and slackness, especially in some remote places near the Lingqu River, which is close to the west of the city. A girl walked up here and stopped.

"That girl is very good-looking, but she is ugly." Qiao Ran heard someone pointing at her in a pure Chang'an accent.

Ugly to wear? Qiao Ran instinctively looked down at what she was wearing, this was an official robe of Dali Temple, and she was actually said to be ugly? Well, from an aesthetic point of view, it is true that it cannot be compared with a well-cut dress, but this body is something that many people can't wear if they want to.

Tang Zhongyuan is right, the people in this neighborhood like to sit on the bridge while watching the excitement while talking about those old things.

She had already turned around here twice, and what she heard was not much different from what Tang Zhongyuan said.

"Auntie, where are the good people going?"

The ugly girl who was said to be said to be worn suddenly stopped and asked seriously.

Well-doer...... The spitting lady was stunned for a moment, looked at the face that smiled Yan Yan, and after a while, she said: "Go forward, turn around in your left hand to the front, and look at the plaque on the door to know which one it is." ”

Just talking about this girl, she came over by herself, even if she is as sophisticated as a lady, she is also a little embarrassed.

The ugly girl smiled and thanked her, and then walked in the direction she had pointed out.

The good people who funded the construction of the bridge lived near the Lingqu River, and I heard that it was also a bridge that was built because they felt that it was inconvenient to travel.

At present, the bridge on the river is being repaired, so if you want to go to the other side of the river, you have to detour, Qiao Ran and the people on both sides of the Lingqu River have made a detour, and the chatter at the bridgehead and the sound of the craftsmen have been gradually left behind, and the further you go, the quieter it becomes.

Qiao Ran subconsciously reached out and touched her arm, I don't know if she was used to the previous noise, the current silence always made her feel a little hairy.

A terrible cry suddenly burst into her ears, her fingers trembled, and she instinctively quickened her pace, following the source of the cry.

Rounding the corner, a large area of snow white suddenly came into view, full of vegetarianism, and there were people in this row of high-rise mansions on the bank of the Lingqu River doing funerals.

She looked up at the plaque on the top of the mansion and muttered, "Feng Zhai." ”

This time the funding for the bridge repair was led by a good man named Feng Duo.

Qiao Ran only felt that her breath sank, as if her instinctive heart suddenly became depressed.

No...... So coincidentally!

She stood on tiptoe and looked through the crowd towards the wide open door of the house, and the first thing she saw was a few plain men, they were talking, so far away, she naturally could not hear what they were saying, but she saw that they were all frowning, and their faces were very heavy.

If it's for condolences, it's a little strange. Qiao Ran looked at the people around her, either sad and wiping tears or sighing with emotion.

When someone dies, those who are not familiar with each other before their lives either watch the excitement or express emotion, and those who are familiar with others are sad or embarrassed, and the expressions of these people are really a little special among the people.

But what is more special than their looks is their status, they are invited to go straight into it, and passers-by do not forget to greet them even if they cry.

Such a remarkable position.

Although she had already vaguely guessed, she still stopped a crowd of onlookers outside and asked, "May I ask who is this who has died?" ”

"Who else?" The people who were stopped looked sad, and after being stopped by her, they glanced at her complainingly, and said, "Naturally, Feng Dashan is a good person, a good person on weekdays, how can you ......?"

The people seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with her indifferent expression, stretched out their hands to push her, and walked away.

It's really Feng Duo.

Qiao Ran's eyes darkened: this matter may be more troublesome than she originally thought.

……

In the morning, I came to Dali Temple to report and left, and I hung outside all day, and she came back when the officials were on duty when they were about to go.

Zhen Shiyuan raised his head from behind a pile of files, and then instinctively looked at the girl's hand.

Empty.

"Where is my bread?" Zhen Shiyuan muttered.

Qiao Ran shook her head and said, "Forgot." ”

She showed no remorse for running out as soon as he was explained.

Zhen Shiyuan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, coughed lightly, and said with a straight face: "What did you do?" ”

"Investigate the case." After saying these two words, the girl suddenly let out a long sigh, sat down on the chair opposite him, and then looked at him and said, "Lord Zhen, this matter may be a little troublesome." ”

"Yes, it's really troublesome to not find Lord Zhou." Zhen Shiyuan snorted disdainfully, "If you still can't find it in the end, Jiang Fang will either be in the Ministry of Officials for the rest of his life or be sent to the Criminal Department." ”

"I'm not talking about making trouble with Lord Zhou." The girl shook her head and said, "It's the trouble of this matter itself." ”

As if he had heard these words somewhere, Zhen Shiyuan was a spirit.

When he invited herself to prison, she said something similar.

It's not to find trouble with the murderer who killed the house value week, but to trouble the evidence of the crime to fix the house value week.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became excited: "Have you found Master Zhou?" ”

"No, how could you think that?" Qiao Ran looked at Zhen Shiyuan strangely.

Isn't it true that you're always making a surprising noise? Zhen Shiyuan sat back in his chair and couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or any emotion beside him.

Of course, the rumors outside these days will not hide from his ears and eyes, and to be honest, he is also curious about how she will find her.

However, she didn't expect to conclude that this matter was in trouble so quickly.

She doesn't do anything else these days, except ...... Zhen Shiyuan thought of what Tang Zhongyuan had mentioned to him, and couldn't help but ask her curiously: "What are you doing about Shanyuan Bridge?" ”

Qiao Ran said seriously: "I heard that it was like someone had died because of the matter of repairing the Good Fate Bridge, so I asked casually. ”

Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, if everyone has to ask about their death, then how to ask?

Zhen Shiyuan obviously didn't believe it.

Seeing this, Qiao Ran also smiled and said, "Forget it, I won't hide it from you." The person who died because of the repair of the bridge was an official of the Ministry of Officials, surnamed Qian. ”

Naturally, he was not so clear about the case of the officials, and Zhen Shiyuan "asked shamelessly": "What's going on?" ”

The girl said: "The Chang'an Mansion is not allowed to build a bridge on the Lingqu River, because the master of the craftsman, Dong Dajian, went to the vicinity of the Lingqu River to check and said that it is not suitable for building bridges. But the people suffered from the inconvenience of travel, so a good man at that time paid for the construction of the bridge. However, there was an accident on the way to repair the bridge, and an official of the Ministry of Officials accidentally fell into the Lingqu River when he passed near the half-built Zenyuan Bridge on the way home at night. Poor in the middle of the night, no one passed, and the next morning to pour the night incense passed by the riverbank to see a person floating in the river, only to know that something was wrong. ”

The new officer Qian died like this.

"It was an accident!" Zhen Shiyuan disagreed, "What does it have to do with the disappearance of Lord Zhou that you are investigating?" ”

Qiao Ran didn't reply to him immediately, but continued to talk about the matter: "Coincidentally, the good man who funded the bridge repair is surnamed Qian," she said, "It is the father of the Qian who died unexpectedly." After hearing about this incident, the good man surnamed Qian couldn't bear the pain of losing his son, and soon went too, and the huge Qian family lost without the support of the good man. ”

"It's a pity." Zhen Shiyuan sighed and said, "It's just that what does this have to do with Lord Zhou's disappearance?" ”

"Lord Qian stayed in the Ministry of Officials so late because there was a big case in the Ministry of Officials in those days, and two veterans of the case took the case at the same time, which meant comparison."

Because of this, Mr. Qian went back so late, and then there was an accident.

If she couldn't find the clues of just the people who had an enmity with Lord Zhou, she tried to find out the people who had an enmity with Jiang Erren at the same time. Because according to what Master Jiang said, he was going to send Lord Zhou back that night, because Lord Zhou temporarily wanted to have supper, so he left angrily.

If Master Jiang hadn't lied, it meant that the two of them were going to go together that night. If they really left together, then it might not be Lord Zhou who disappeared now.