Shen Lingjun felt that Su Musha, the junior nephew of the cross-generation, didn't know if he was too big or unreliable.

With such an apprentice, it can be seen that the master is not much closer, no wonder Bai Qiufeng dared to lead a group of people to find trouble in the Famous Sword Villa.

"However, he was depressed when he drank last night." Li Mengbai tried to recall with his head that was still throbbing and aching.

"He said that he was disliked because of his appearance since he was a child, and he couldn't marry a daughter-in-law because of his poor family, and then he had some achievements in martial arts, but he didn't expect to be humiliated in public last night, and he was angry, so he went to the tavern to drink and relieve his sorrows."

Shen Lingjun saw it with his own eyes last night, so he could also understand the reason why Xiang Wentian borrowed wine to kill his sorrows.

On the other side, Shen and Maoli rummaged through Xiang Wentian's baggage, there were not many things, and a few clothes were placed in it.

They shook it open, but they didn't expect an object to fall out and fall to the ground, and when they picked it up, they looked at it: "Hey, it's a picture scroll." ”

Mao Li straightened the scroll, and saw a beautiful woman standing in full bloom, as bright as a peach blossom, with an abnormal beauty, but her face was melancholy, and a pair of beautiful eyes were like crying like complaints, so that everyone who looked at the painting could feel a kind of resentment passed from the scroll, and couldn't help but have a low mood.

Shen He saw that Mao Li didn't move for a long time, leaned over and said, "What are you looking at?" ”

Mao Li came back to his senses and shook his head: "This painting is a bit evil." ”

"What's wrong?" Shen Lingjun heard the movement and walked over.

Mao Li said: "My lord, look at this. ”

Shen Lingjun took it and took a look: "It's a beauty, the painting is very good, but it's too bitter." ”

Mao Li asked, "My lord, don't you feel anything?" ”

Shen Ling was puzzled: "What do you feel?" ”

"It's just ......" Mao Li didn't know how to describe it: "It's quite uncomfortable." ”

Shen Lingjun lowered his head and looked at the painting carefully: "It's just a painting, what's so uncomfortable." ”

Li Mengbai also saw it next to him, and couldn't help but praise: "Wonderful hand Danqing, vivid, beautiful, really beautiful." ”

Li Yi sneered: "You have the leisure to enjoy the paintings, so let's think about how to clear the charge of murderer." ”

Ye Qingzhi just finished the inspection and said, "He shouldn't have killed the person." ”

Everyone else turned their heads and asked in unison, "What do you say?" ”

Ye Qingzhi raised Xiang Wentian's right hand: "You see, he is holding a scimitar in his right hand. ”

Then he lifted Xiang Wentian's head and let them see the wound: "The fatal wound is an incision in the neck, and the wound gradually deepens from left to right, which is the reason why the right hand is cut through the neck. ”

Shen Lingjun touched his chin and asked, "What if someone else was standing behind him and holding his right hand?" ”

"It's possible, but ......" Ye Qingzhi pulled up the sleeve on the right side of Xiang Wentian again: "Look here." ”

I saw that on the sleeve of his right hand, a large piece of blood was splattered completely, staining the original fabric.

"If someone else is holding his hand, blood will inevitably be splashed on others, but look at him." Ye Qingzhi pointed at Li Mengbai: "There is no trace of blood on his body, and the blood is only in Xiang Wentian." ”

As Ye Qingzhi said, sure enough, there was not a trace of blood on the bed or elsewhere, only here where Xiang Wentian was sitting, a piece was sprinkled on the table and body in front of him, and on the ground.

Li Yi said: "Maybe Li Mengbai has already changed his clothes?" ”

"Definitely." Li Mengbai said: "I don't live here, but in the Hefeng Inn on the next street, the baggage is in the inn, how to change clothes." ”

"Can I sneak back and change my clothes and come back?" Li Yi reasoned.

Shen Lingjun shook his head: "There's no need for this, according to what Xiao Er said, when the two came back in the middle of the night, no one saw it, and even Xiao Er didn't know that there were other people in the room, why didn't he run away if he killed someone." ”

Ye Qingzhi nodded: "There are blood stains on Xiang Wentian's left and right, which means that no one was standing next to him at that time, otherwise it would definitely splash on the other party, and there was a piece of space on the ground." ”

The others nodded when they heard this, and it was.

Shen Lingjun noticed that there was a cup of tea in front of Xiang Wentian, the color was like rust, and he had already drunk half of it.

Ye Qingzhi saw it and said: "It is estimated that he used it to relieve hangover, I just saw it, this tea is called Mengxiang, and drinking more has the effect of concentrating and resting, which is regarded as medicinal tea." ”

Li Mengbai asked carefully: "Then my suspicion is cleared, right?" ”

Ye Qingzhi glanced at him: "It can basically be concluded that the deceased committed suicide ......"

"This girl is really a contemporary Hua Tuo, Bian Que is reincarnated, I admire it and am grateful." Li Mengbai secretly breathed a sigh of relief and boasted again and again.

"I'm not done yet." Ye Qingzhi said coldly: "Although it is preliminarily concluded that it has nothing to do with you, it still needs to be autopsied, so I can't make a final judgment." ”

Li Mengbai sighed heavily, he could finally feel the feeling that his senior brother Luo Xin had been wronged at that time.

Shen Lingjun patted him with a knife: "Stay in Luoyang City for the time being, don't leave." ”

"Well, that's all there is to it." Li Mengbai looked at Xiang Wentian's body again, and shook his head regretfully: "I don't know why he has to seek death if he can't think about it." "It's rare to have a friend who talks and speculates, but I didn't expect that in just one night, the person died suddenly.

Ye Qingzhi wiped her hands clean, looked up and saw Mao Li rolling a painting, and said curiously: "What is this?" ”

"Oh, found inside the relics of the dead." Mao Li replied and showed it to Ye Qingzhi.

Ye Qingzhi took it, raised the scroll, her dark eyes lit up, and she exclaimed to herself: "It's a good painting, Mrs. Hou's demeanor jumps on the paper, like a living person." ”

Shen Lingjun blinked: "Whose wife?" ”

Li Yizheng commanded the officials to carry Xiang Wentian's body back to Dali Temple, and when he heard this, he asked: "My lord, could it be that Xiang Wentian's death is related to this lady, I will send someone to find her for questioning." ”

Ye Qingzhi couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly waved her hand: "You misunderstood, this Mrs. Hou is not anyone's wife, she is a former court maid." ”

"Former court maid?" Shen Lingjun blinked: "What is the origin of this palace maid, how can Xiang Wentian carry a portrait of a former palace maid with him......"

Ye Qingzhi rolled up the picture scroll again and explained: "On that day, Emperor Yang Guangguang of the Sui Dynasty built a high-rise building, and thousands of beauties from all over the world were claustrophobic in the maze. ”

Li Mengbai nodded: "I have also heard that Emperor Yang of Sui is notoriously mediocre and lustful. ”

"And this Mrs. Hou is one of those thousands of beauties, it is rumored that she has never seen Emperor Yang of Sui in her life, and finally hanged herself, hanging her arms, taking it left and right, and getting three poems from herself." Ye Qingzhi's eyes showed a hint of appreciation: "Mrs. Hou is not only beautiful, but also full of talent, but it is a pity that Yang Guang found out that there was still this person in the building after her death, and he was so embarrassed that he ordered the eunuch who was negligent in the beauty pageant to commit suicide." ”

Shen Lingjun was even more confused: "If you say this, it has nothing to do with Xiang Wentian." ”

Li Yi scratched his head: "It's possible that Xiang Wentian saw this portrait by chance and bought it because he thought it looked good." ”

Xiang Wentian is dead, and there is nowhere to ask if he wants to, so he can only speculate.

A few people came out of the Xinyue Inn, Li Mengbai followed them back to Dali Temple, and halfway through, he asked Shen Lingjun: "Lord Siqing, has my little uncle also returned to Luoyang?" ”

Shen Lingjun nodded: "He lives in Su Mansion in the east of Luoyang City, you can go to him." ”

Li Mengbai was a little surprised: "So I can move around at will?" ”

Shen Lingjun said with a smile: "If you want to go to Dali Temple to be imprisoned, you can also do it." ”

Li Mengbai waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile on his face: "No, no, I think it's good to be like this now." ”

Shen Lingjun felt that something was wrong from just now, and he was uncomfortable, and he found out as soon as Li Mengbai reminded him, it turned out that it was because Su Mu was not by his side!

So, Shen Lingjun touched his chin and thought again, what kind of temper is Su Musha playing? Thinking about it again, this time it happened to be Li Mengbai's case, after all, Li Mengbai is also a fellow Su Musha, so he should tell him.

The corners of Shen Lingjun's mouth curled, and he made up his mind in his heart, wait a while to find him in Su Mansion, and then go to Lu Mansion's subordinate Agui to inquire about the case.

High fives – well, that's it!

Ye Qingzhi's afterglow swept away, and there was something thoughtful in her eyes - something was wrong with Shen Lingjun today, could it be that this is a person in love, easy to chatter?

Back at Dali Temple, Li Mengbai looked at the circle of people in the courtyard and blinked-

On the left-hand side, a little girl in an alien costume is holding a plate of charred black things, and is talking to the man in white and blue next to her, and the man's clothes look like Taoist robes;

On the opposite tree, a teenager squatted on it, looked down at the things on the girl's plate and pouted, and another older young man next to him seemed to see something funny, and laughed non-stop;

And under the tree, a man in black was sleeping with a book on his face, and suddenly, feeling something, he got up suddenly, and the book slipped off his face, revealing a pair of threatening eyes, Li Mengbai's heart was shocked.

Suddenly, two more men in black flew out from the roof on the other side, landed in front of the man in black, and when the man in black saw the person clearly, he lay down again and waved his hand, and then disappeared in front of him in an instant.

In addition to this group of people, Li Mengbai saw that there was a teenage child in the middle carrying a kettle and watering a camellia plant, and a delicate girl next to him came over with a bucket, and said with a smile: "Mu Qing, wash your hands after watering." ”

The child looked back and smiled back, "Okay." ”

Li Mengbai really didn't expect that the majestic and solemn Dali Temple in the ears of outsiders was actually this scene, if he hadn't looked at the plaque before coming in, he thought that he had entered the backyard of an ordinary person's house.

Shen Lingjun walked in, looked at the plate of black things in Tang Tang's hand, held his forehead, and felt that it was safer to stay away from her.

Ye Qingzhi picked up the book on the ground and patted off the dust on it, it was the "Thousand Character Text" that Mu Qing was reading recently.

Zhao Qi raised his eyebrows: "I heard that there are dead people again?" ”

Ye Qingzhi walked over and sat down: "Well, it's a martial artist." ”

Shen Lingjun beckoned Li Mengbai in.

After introducing it to everyone, everyone looked at Li Mengbai with a look of unluck on this person's face, and he scratched his forehead a little embarrassed.