Hua 13 pointed to the Western scissors that Xu Fei was inserting, and replied: "This small scissors are made of sterling silver, if you eat poisonous food and die, this scissors will not be as clean as new." It looks like the box you're looking for has a different kind of food in it. ”

Jing Mo's eyes moved, and she suddenly looked at Hua Thirteen with a sudden realization, and after she paused, she frowned and asked suspiciously, "But, how did the murderer know that Xu Fei couldn't eat it-"

"Wow." Painting 13 heard a sound of rustling footsteps outside the door, and a familiar deep voice whispered:

"Wake them all up, the Holy Sect is about to arrive."

When Jingmo heard the sound, he was about to open the door in a hurry and go out, but was stopped by Hua Thirteen.

"Aren't you going out like this and being caught by them?" Hua 13 heard a series of sonorous footsteps outside the door, and he pulled Jingmo to lean closely behind the door, listening to the movement outside the house.

"Hahaha, the person sent by the saint to investigate the case is really Lord Ying, who is deeply favored by Long En, and Zhou is far away." Zhou Rong's voice was gloomy even when he laughed.

An unfamiliar voice with a bit of arrogance replied loudly: "Mrs. Zhou is polite. This case involves the prince, and others are not at ease when they come to check the saint. ”

After Hua Thirteen heard a few polite greetings between the two, Zhou Rong suddenly lowered his voice, said very familiarly, "There is Brother Lao Ying", and was about to open the door and come in.

At this time, the painters in the gallery had already heard the sound and came to see the excitement, and a large area was surrounded by black pressure, and the voices of people suddenly became noisy, like thunder on the ground.

Seeing this, Jingmo was about to break free from Hua Thirteen's hand and hide behind the curtain in the inner room, but was clenched tighter by Hua Thirteen.

"Let it go. They're about to come in! Jingmo whispered weakly and anxiously.

Painting 13 clinged to the wall on the side of the door, grabbed Jingmo into his left arm, and whispered softly, "Why are you so reckless?" Stay here and keep quiet, and we'll quietly merge into the crowd when they come in. ”

When Jingmo heard his first words, his panicked heart settled down inexplicably, and he curled up beside him obediently, his back pressed against the cold wall, and waited quietly for everyone outside the house to open the door and come in. She suddenly felt a warm current rising from her back, which was clinging to the cold wall, and someone spread the warm palm straight between her back and the wall, it was really a hot meat pad.

She looked up at the gentle, clear eyes of Painting Thirteen with some surprise, feeling the warmth of his palm on her back, and she panicked for a moment, and hurriedly removed her gaze from his eyes, and lowered her head so that he could not see the two blushes on her cheeks.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Jing Mo's body trembled slightly. She didn't know if they would be found in such an obvious position, after all, it was a matter of the person who entered the house in the blink of an eye. Sensing her concern, Thirteen tightened his left arm and pulled her closer to his chest. She heard his heart beat evenly and calmly, like the sound of a slow snort at the end of the street in the silence of the night. Listening to this, she suddenly felt less scared in her heart, and even couldn't help but think crankily for a moment, what could happen to make this weird boy's heart beat faster? And what happened to keep him as calm as he used to be in the current crisis?

"I'll count three, you go to the back of the crowd, I'll go forward." Hua Thirteen looked at the more and more people crowded into the room, and whispered to Jingmo.

Jingmo nodded slightly, he felt his chest rub twice, as if he was holding a well-behaved and lovely cat in his arms, and even the countdown tone couldn't help but be softer and gentle, until he watched Jingmo successfully get to the end of the crowd, he smiled reassuringly, turned around, and quietly paced into the crowd.

At this time, Yin Chenglian was also swaggered and brought over by someone half-asked and half-invited. When Yin Chenglian saw a solemn minister standing beside Zhou Rong, his cynical and arrogant expression suddenly weakened by three points, and he frowned and asked: "Lord Ying is busy with people, and he doesn't share his worries and solve problems for his father, why did he come to the art gallery?"

Ying Chengzhao glanced at Yin Chenglian, snorted in his nose, as if a beard on his thin lips was skimming this prince of Luotuo contemptuously, he looked at Xu Fei's corpse and said without squinting: "The prince is involved in the murder of the art gallery, and the city is full of storms in Beijing for a while, and the saint urgently summons the official and the Guan people to investigate the details here, so as to return to the saint." His Royal Highness Cheng thinks that human life is a small matter? ”

"Hey. Life treats me so badly. Yin Chenglian raised his eyebrows helplessly, and sighed, "Your Highness said that I just happened to come to the gallery today, and I happened to bump into this painter, and I happened to be invited into the room by him——"

"It so happened that he died in front of you? And it happens that the corpse has your little silver scissors stuck in it? The corners of Zhou Rong's mouth twitched, sarcastically mocking, and he didn't forget to turn over the old accounts, "Your Highness, do you remember, who is this Xu Fei?" ”

Yin Chenglian is a little unclear So, Xu Fei is just a small painter in an art gallery, at most he is a snob who sees the wind and steers the rudder, why does Zhou Rong ask so much?

Ying Chengzhao preemptively asked, "What?" Has His Royal Highness Cheng and Xu Fei already had a holiday? ”

As soon as Ying Chengzhao talked about the personnel related to the case, a dark green slender figure behind him began to write straight.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. My lord came here on the orders of my father, and before the investigation of this case began, he grabbed His Highness and interrogated me as a prisoner without saying anything. Could it be that Lord Ying does things for his father like this every day? Yin Chenglian's tone was full of awe-inspiring majesty, but those who listened to it might not have eaten the set of this out-of-gas prince.

Ying Chengzhao smiled lightly without saying a word, and motioned for Zhou Rong to continue. Zhou Rong said meaningfully: "On the day of the preliminary trial, His Royal Highness Cheng appeared to make trouble, and Zhou asked not to leave, this Xu Fei once said unintentionally 'If the name is not right, the words are not good', His Royal Highness thought that he was targeting him, and also sarcastically Xu Fei did not need to paint, and he could pass the preliminary examination with words alone." Your Highness, do you think you can afford to compete with a little painter? ”

"Is there such a thing?" Ying Chengzhao took out a very surprised tone, nodded thoughtfully, and said with words in his mouth, "The prince and the deceased have already had a festival first, and the prince has always been stubborn and untamed, so he ...... Guan Daren, have you written it down? ”

Ying Chengzhao turned around politely and asked the dark green figure standing behind him with a straight book, and a cold and innocent female voice replied, "Hmm." Tianyu wrote it down, word for word. ”

When the thirteenth painter in the crowd heard this, he suddenly couldn't stand on his feet like five thunderbolts, and he retreated silently with trembling all over, as if he wanted to retreat all the way to the desert where this dark green figure and this familiar voice did not exist.

"You little girl, what are you memorizing all the time? Should adults say that you are not indiscriminate? Yin Cheng snatched the pen in Guan Tianyu's hand with a huff, and explained impatiently, "How many times do you want me to say?" Xu Fei's death had nothing to do with me, we were eating pastries and drinking tea in a good manner, but he suddenly fell down in pain, and I was also knocked unconscious! ”

"Your Highness Cheng, hurry up and make a fool of yourself! Guan Daren is a great Yin historian, a pen is responsible for the 'family and country in the world', and the book is 'the history of the people's hearts', even the emperor has never said that Guan Daren will drop out of the pen! Ying Chengzhao said sharply.

"Give me back the pen." The clear and cold voice sounded again, and the words were like gold to Yin Cheng's words.

Yin Chenglian looked at the woman with clear eyebrows in front of her, her face was slightly paler than fair, her eyes were extremely light, and her hair was pulled into a solemn bun by a dark jade and blue gold crown. The whole person has been stuffy for a long time in the high palace wall where there is no sunlight, and a dark green historical official uniform seems to be covered with a layer of light moss, which makes people easily think of such a picture: there are people walking in secluded places, and the moss is white and cold.

"Big brother, give the pen back to Xiao Yu!" Two immature and spring-like voices came up from a low place, and in unison, they raised their little brains and stretched out their hands to Yin Cheng to beg for it.

"Guangfeng, Jiyue, it's none of your business, go aside." Although Guan Tianyu's tone was cold, she gently and lovingly led the two children who were just over her knees behind her.

Guan Tianyu unceremoniously took back the history pen from Yin Chenglian's hand. For a while, Yin Chenglian was baffled and confused by this female historian and the two children she 'carried'.

The painting thirteen in the crowd looked at this cold and indifferent woman from afar, something in his heart exploded, and then, all kinds of tastes came to his heart, he wanted to leave, but seeing that Yin Chenglian was going to be convicted and punished by them, how could this down-and-out prince withstand such a show?

"Hey!"

At this time, Hua Thirteen heard a light and light familiar voice calling him outside the crowd, he looked back, it turned out to be Jingmo calling him, and she was still gesturing something, reaching out from the air and putting it into her mouth, covering her stomach and frowning, and finally stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes. Then she changed her serious expression, stretched out a finger, and pointed to Thirteen.

Hua Thirteen understood that she was telling him that he was the only one who could tell the true cause of Xu Fei's death, and her pair of Chu Chu Qiubo was even encouraging him to reveal the real cause of Xu Fei's death.

He specially sneaked into Xu Fei's room to investigate clues, didn't he want to make trouble for the little overlord Yin Cheng to practice his innocence? But now, if he showed up, it would be equivalent to being under Guan Tianyu's gaze, and he didn't know if she could recognize this old man who had disappeared for ten years and had half a birthmark on his face.

Ying Chengzhao had already lost his patience with Yin Chenglian's dry and weak explanation, and insisted that Xu Fei's death was directed at Yin Chenglian from the motive to the scene, so he would send troops to take down Yin Chenglian and hand it over to the Criminal Department for processing. At this time, I suddenly heard a neutral voice from outside the door:

"Wait!"

Everyone looked at it, and a burly figure with crooked armor and fluffy and messy hair stood against the knife, pointed directly at Ying Chengzhao's nose, and said with a split head and face: "The emperor sent a minister over, not to let you talk and make things up here!" If no evidence can be produced, General Ben will never let anyone touch His Highness today! ”

Yin Chenglian looked at the majestic general outside the door, and couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, a pair of peach blossom eyes couldn't help but shine, and said in his heart: It is worthy of being a down-and-out general in the prince's mansion, really like an old mother who protects calves.

"General Zhang is still the same, just like back then, stubborn and old-fashioned." Ying Chengzhao looked at Zhang Yueheng with an insightful look of the world, and said gracefully, "How is Wenchen?" What about military generals? Today, I am under the holy order, and it is obvious that the prince is involved in the case, does General Zhang have evidence that the prince is not a murderer? I haven't asked General Zhang, who is guarding the Prince's Mansion, how did the prince come to the gallery? ”

"You!" Zhang Yueheng's brain is not bad, and he can see things clearly, but his kung fu is not a little bit worse, and he was choked to death by Ying Chengzhao in a few words, and it was difficult to deal with it.

"I have proof." A calm voice cut through the deadlock, and the handsome boy walked through the half-believing and surprised gazes of the crowd and walked to the side of the corpse.