Jing Wan'er went downstairs and slowly walked towards the guy, and when the guy saw this, he immediately nodded and greeted him: "How is it, is the son still satisfied with the room?" ”

Jing Wan'er said: "The room is okay, but I just heard from the guests here, there is a Tsing Yi surnamed Lin here in your store, with a unique singing voice, my son-in-law has always liked music, and I intend to invite her to help the fun, I wonder if I can invite her out?" ”

The man's face changed.

Jing Wan'er pretended not to know, "What's wrong?" Are you afraid that my son-in-law will not give a reward? ”

As he spoke, a gold ingot shook the man's face.

The guy was obviously reluctant to pay for gold, looked around a few times, approached the pile and said with a smile: "If the son likes beauties, the Cuiyun Building next door has a lot of charming Qingqi, who plays and sings everything, and this can be invited to the child." ”

Jing Wan'er frowned and said displeasedly: "What kind of person do you think of my son-in-law, what Cuiyun Building, can women in such places be sent to my son-in-law?" ”

Chang'an's restaurant tea shop, the favorite to buy a few people back, to meet those vassal elegant guests, after all, not everyone dares to touch the Qinglou woman, would rather find a restaurant like this kind of Qingqi, will not go to the Qinglou kind of place.

The guy slapped the horse's leg and said embarrassedly: "It's not that the little one doesn't want to invite, it's really ...... Miss Lin was asked to leave the day before yesterday, and she hasn't come back yet. ”

Jing Wan'er was surprised: "Please go?" Who asked me to leave? "Besides, if you ask someone to sing, how can you sing for two days and not come back, and none of the people in the inn feel strange.

The guy didn't smile: "I don't know about this little one." ”

Jing Wan'er's eyes couldn't help narrowing, this guy obviously had trouble in his stomach, and the person and the inn of these actors were also in a contractual relationship, and it cost real money to buy them, and they were not in a hurry when they disappeared.

Pei Tan sat at a table and took a sip slowly with a teacup.

Jing Wan'er returned to him and sat down pretending to be unintentional: "The people in this inn must know something." ”

Sure enough, everyone is an indifferent and ruthless bystander.

Those who have read the books of the sages are chasing fame and fortune, and are indifferent to the injustice that is happening in front of them. No wonder Lin Jingjing said that Fan Wenjun was the only one in the inn who still had a conscience.

"Let's go." Pei Tan put down the silver on the table.

Just as the two of them were about to get up, a faint sentence came from the side: "You want to inquire about the whereabouts of that Miss Lin?" ”

These words made Pei Tan and Jing Wan'er both stunned.

A man at the table next to him, with his back to him, turned around.

Jing Wan'er was a little surprised, this person was a man, but his face was carefully outlined with makeup. Looking at him in a wide robe with big sleeves, it seems to be ......

Pei Tan opened his mouth first: "Your Excellency knows Miss Lin? ”

Jing Wan'er vaguely guessed the identity of this person in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.

The man said lightly: "Lin Jingjing will not come back." ”

Pei Tan's eyes were deep: "Why do you say that?" "This person can call Lin Jingjing's name, but he is not a living person.

The man looked at Pei Tan: "The person who came to invite Lin Jingjing the day before yesterday left behind the silver for ransom, and now her life and death have nothing to do with the inn." ”

After the man said indifferently, he got up and left the table.

Jing Wan'er watched the man disappear into the back hall of the inn in silence before she said, "This person is wearing Xiaosheng makeup, maybe...... It's a little student who once partnered with Miss Lin. ”

The so-called small life, born Dan net and ugly. Singing requires more than just a Tsing Yi.

She was negligent with Pei Tan before.

Pei Tan looked at her: "Let's go." ”

When I returned to Dali Temple, I was not relieved. What was left behind was the silver for redemption, so the inn knew that there might be no return, and no one reminded Lin Jingjing.

What is this indifferent, if Lin Jingjing dies, those people are indirect accomplices.

"These people want to kill Miss Lin, just because Miss Lin has some connection with Fan Wenjun?"

Jing Wan'er slowly looked at the man opposite. The inn really made Jing Wan'er realize how thoughtful Pei Tan was. He could think of investigating Fan Wenjun's case in such a traceless way, which also showed that he did not let it go.

"It's more likely that Lin Jingjing knows something." In court that day, Lin Jingjing clearly wanted to speak and stopped.

Those who can raise killers and pay for their lives can only be powerful families in Chang'an City.

"Fan Wenjun, like other people in Chang'an, was born in poverty, and he has nothing to do except for his talents." When such a person can also use the family to come forward, Jing Wan'er didn't know what to think.

Pei Tan's eyes moved: "In addition to talent, Fan Wenjun's article is enough to be called a great talent." ”

The two looked at each other. There are so many candidates every year, but there are only a few people who can really show their talents with their talents.

Lin Jingjing's injuries were very serious, and the servants bought medicine, and the matter of changing the medicine for her could only fall on Jing Wan'er.

Jing Wan'er carefully uncovered the clothes of her wound, and the wound medicine finally stopped Lin Jingjing's blood, but looking at her pale cheeks, she couldn't help but think of what she would have to face after waking up.

Especially now that Fan Wenjun's body was destroyed like that, if she woke up and saw it...... This poor woman.

Perhaps the only thing that is fortunate is that the current Dali Temple is Pei Tan.

The lights in Pei Tan's study are always on all night, and passers-by can always see the figures cast on the windows.

Pei Tan sat in front of the desk and looked at the article in his hand, which was brilliant and brilliant.

From this article, you can see Fan Wenjun's background, only if he has really experienced poverty can he write such a bitter hatred for the oppression of officials.

Thinking of this piece of paper, he just crumpled it up and was thrown by Fan Wenjun in a hidden corner of his bed. If it weren't for the arrogance of the guy at the Wenxi Inn who looked down on people, and didn't even bother to clean Fan Wenjun's room, I was afraid that this article would not fall into Pei Tan's hands one day.

It's just a casual letter by the person who wrote it. I didn't even think about making it public, but Pei Tan read it for a long time, this article involves a vague strategy of governing the country, and it is not a superficial taste, and a lot of sharp realities have been written about the payment of taxes and land rents.

Pei Tan pulled out a book from the bookshelf and sandwiched the article into it.

Why would it be Fan Wenjun and not someone else.

Nothing in this world will happen casually, just to see if you can find that hidden connection.

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A fast horse stopped at the gate of Shangshu Mansion, and the people on the horse came down: "I have something urgent to report to Zong Shangshu." ”

The person at the door frowned: "It's almost curfew, and Lord Shangshu has already fallen asleep." ”

The man had a cold face and sneered: "You have delayed the big event of Shangshu, can you afford it?" ”

The person at the door was angry, and after staring for a long time, he didn't dare to take responsibility, so he opened the door and let the person in.

Zong Chuke was wearing a middle coat and looked at the kneeling person on the ground without any emotion, "If you are caught by the Qianniu Guard patrolling the city, do you know what the price will be?" ”

Qianniuwei is subordinate to the royal guards, and except for a few big names in the palace, they will not give face to anyone.

The person who was arrogant just now nodded his head at the moment: "Yes...... My lord, someone was on the street today and found the woman who had appeared next to Huo Gongzi. ”

Zong Chuke suddenly clenched his hands. "What did you say?"

Only then did the subordinates dare to raise their heads: "The woman not only returned to Chang'an, but also the people around her...... It seems to be Pei Tan. ”

The girl who mysteriously appeared next to Zong Huo and single-handedly let him step by step into death. The people who fled back from Wuzhou told Zong Chuke what Zong Huo would look like in the end, and he didn't blink an eye. In the end, no one found the woman again.

Under his eyes, a touch of blood appeared.

"Find her and kill her." ……

Since he is with Pei Tan, it must be in Dali Temple. His son was finally killed by Pei Tan, even if that girl was inextricably linked to him.

His subordinates trembled and said: "Pei Tan is surrounded by the master guards of the Pei family, plus the ambush soldiers of Dali Temple. ”

Zong Chuke stared at him: "You mean, this official raised you, you can neither do things nor kill people, right?" ”

The subordinate couldn't help kowtowing: "My subordinates will find a way, there is our internal response in Dali Temple, and we will definitely find an opportunity to take that girl's life." ”

"Get out." Zong Chuke's eyes were bloodshot. "The officer must see the woman's body as soon as possible."

The revenge of killing the son, how can you wait.

Jing Wan'er was awakened and found that she took care of Lin Jingjing last night, and she fell asleep unknowingly.

She got up slowly and saw the clothes draped over her shoulders, the pale cyan shirt, and the breath of Pei Tan on it.

The corners of the girl's lips pursed, and a trace of strangeness crossed her heart.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and an unfamiliar voice from the official said, "Is Miss Jing there?" ”

The door was pushed open, and Jing Wan'er was surprised: "What's the matter?" ”

The strange servant's face was white, and he half-bowed his head to Jing Wan'er, "Lord Siqing instructed the girl to prepare a bucket of hot water for cleaning. ”

On Jing Wan's body, there was a faint smell of blood, as well as a faint smell of overnight.

The girl's heart was even deeper, she looked at the servant, her eyes moved slightly, "Thank you for me, sir." ”

The official turned around and waved, and two people outside the door carried a bucket of hot water into the house. After putting down the hot water, the two withdrew.

"The little ones don't bother the girl." The white servant went out of the house and led the door down the river.

Jing Wan'er walked to the bucket, there were still flower petals floating on the water surface, Jing Wan'er hesitated for a moment, and reached out to stir the water.

She slowly unbuckled her belt, and just then, she saw something faintly shaking at the bottom of the water.

If you look closely, there is no more.

Jing Wan'er was calm and had already taken off her outer robe, when she walked towards the bucket, but a gentle voice came from the door: "Wan'er, have you gotten up?" ”

Jing Wan'er's face suddenly turned red, hugged her chest, and looked at the closed door in surprise: "My lord? ”

Pei Tan heard something strange: "What's wrong?" ”

He came at the hour, and Jing Wan'er should have already gotten up.

Jing Wan'er didn't know what to do for a while, turned around and grabbed the clothes she had just taken off, "My lord, you're not ......"

At this moment, Jing Wan'er saw the surface of the water and shook violently. She was shocked.

"Wow~" A green snake head burst out, and the evil green eyes bit Jing Wan'er fiercely.

Jing Wan'er's eyes widened, and she subconsciously raised her hand, and the fangs of the poisonous snake cut a long bloody hole on Jing Wan'er's hand.

Pei Tan suddenly raised his hand and shook the door of Jing Wan'er's room.