"Ridiculous!" Zhou Rong sharply interrupted Yin Chenglian's words, glanced at the painters kneeling on the ground again, rolled his eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and asked, "What His Highness said is full of loopholes." If Your Highness wants to see the results of the preliminary trial, why can't you see it? How did you quietly enter the gallery and come to the second floor? It's clear that there are other plans! ”

"I, I didn't!" Zhou Rong's words were clearly heard by everyone present, Yin Chenglian was asked for a while, he did have other plans, he sneaked into the gallery to find the examiner's study, to see if the preliminary examination results were biased, and he could save one or two before the announcement, but he was stopped by Xu Fei as soon as he arrived on the second floor, and he happened to this file, what should he say so that he wouldn't get darker and darker?

"You don't?" Zhou Rong glanced at the scissors stuck in Xu Fei's back, a trace of surprise was clearly wiped in his eyes, and he pointed to the corpse and asked, "Your Highness, aren't you familiar with this Western scissors?" ”

Only then did Yin Chenglian notice that the small sterling silver scissors he was carrying with him were being inserted directly into Xu Fei's back at the moment, and the position was straight to his heart.

This little scissors was still used by his mother when she was tending to flowers and plants and pruning potted plants before her death, and Empress Jiang would often teach the little prince Yin Cheng to practice at that time:

Natural talents are like natural flowers and plants, which cannot be cultivated or cut properly. Only by cultivating alone can you grow into a great weapon, and only by punishing Zang for Junzhi can you stir up turbidity and promote purity.

This sterling silver scissors, he carried with him to keep in mind the mother's earnest teachings. It's a pity that his stinky problems are still raised, and he hasn't achieved any big things, how can a waste prince who has lost power for ten years still be delusional about being a king? Thinking back to the words of the queen mother, maybe all he did was the word "Shen Du", after all, there was no one around him all along.

"The prince is involved in a murder case, which is really the first time since the founding of the country." Zhou Rong twisted his brows and looked at Yin Chenglian, who was speechless, "It seems that we can only wait for the news from the palace." The unrelated people in the house don't quit quickly! Your Highness, Lao Jia moved upstairs to the wing room and waited for the palace to speak. Listen, everyone, no one is allowed to approach this room for half a step without my permission, and leave everything as it is, waiting for the Holy One to send someone to find out the truth. Violators of the order will be dealt with together with the murderer! ”

After a few strong men in the gallery obeyed the order, they cleared out the painters outside the door, and everyone scattered in a noisy manner. Painting Thirteen was also blasted out of Xu Fei's room, and after stepping out of the threshold, Painting Thirteen suddenly saw that a team of Zhou Mansion was followed by a beautiful and moving woman, this woman was dressed in a light shirt, but also dressed in Zhou Rong's splendid clothes!

Painting Thirteen frowned, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised, how could Jingmo appear next to Zhou Rong? And looking at her dress, she is still the white girl's outfit, can she successfully get close to Zhou Rong? What the hell is she doing?

Hua Thirteen saw that after Zhou Rong finished explaining, he turned around and walked to Jingmo, tightened the gorgeous clothes she wore outside, and asked in a low voice: "White girl, didn't scare you, did you?"

Hua Thirteen frowned deeply and looked at Jing Mo, who was held in Zhou Rong's arms, gritted his teeth, and said in his heart, what else is more terrifying than Zhou Rong's disgusting and disgusting soft greetings from this sanctimonious old fox?

Jingmo shook her head gently at Zhou Rong to indicate that she was fine, but her gaze fell on something on the table in Xu Fei's room for a long time, and she did not withdraw her deep thinking gaze until the door of the room was slammed shut by several strong men. She only glanced at the red birthmark boy standing at the door, and then lowered her eyes as if she was a thief, and her eyebrows were sharply furrowed, not daring to look at those sparkling starry eyes again.

"Zhou Junma, you have to think clearly, what does it mean for you to detain His Highness in the gallery today!" Yin Chenglian was being taken away by the strong man of the art gallery, he came back to his senses, and suddenly realized that at this juncture, the title of the prince who was about to become moldy and rusty should also come in handy, and Zhengse said: "Zhou Junma values the word 'face' the most, and he is half a member of the royal family, don't you know whose face you are slapping when you do this?"

Zhou Rong was slightly stunned, and suddenly, a "sonorous" sound of armor and sword rubbing sounded in his ears. Following the prestige, a group of imposing elite troops was rushing in from outside the door of the gallery, and the threshold was about to be trampled to the ground, and the whole building was also shaken, and after the soldiers in armor stood and lined up, a rickety burly figure appeared on the door frame. Before people could stand firmly, there was a period of drunken wine lingering in the building, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was majestic and majestic:

"Who dares to touch my Highness!"

"Old Ghost Zhang!" When Yin Chenglian saw the comer, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if the beaten and bullied child finally saw the person who supported him, and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Rong in a contemptuous demonstration.

"General Zhang, there was a murder case in the gallery today, and His Royal Highness Cheng could not escape the involvement for all to see. Before the palace could speak, General Zhang rushed into my small gallery so excitedly, could he still forcibly take His Highness Cheng away? Zhou Rong saw the general Zhang Yueheng leading the troops, although he was a little flustered, he did not show weakness.

This general, who used to accompany the first emperor Rong Ma for half his life, and is now addicted to drinking and seeking pleasure, has been arranged by the Holy Lord to guard the old prince's mansion for so many years, but in fact, he is under house arrest for the whereabouts of the abolished prince Yin Chenglian. A generation of generals ended up with a doorman, guarding a naughty prince who had long been deposed, only indulging in wine and women, becoming more and more depressed, and the people of the DPRK and China have long been outnumbered, even if they have hundreds of elite soldiers, but they are nameless and useless, it is just a bluff.

"I am ordered by the Holy Majesty to protect His Highness, and I dare not leave an inch for ten years." Zhang Yueheng's words are sonorous, even if his tone is mediocre in the prosperous place, it can also make people hear the high-spirited momentum of the soldiers on the battlefield, "Since he was detained here and was not allowed to return home, I brought my own soldiers to protect him." His Royal Highness will not return for a day, and the soldiers will not return for a day. ”

The more Yin Chenglian listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, until he saw Zhang Yueheng move all the marching tents at the gate of the prince's mansion, he really couldn't cry or laugh for a while, and shouted anxiously: "Old ghost Zhang! Who wants you to lay a bunk here? It's the right thing to take Your Highness back to your home! ”

"Oh? Can I take you away? Zhang Yueheng was stunned for a moment, "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to bring the troops over, I didn't think about it so much." ”

"......" Yin Chenglian almost leaned back with a "poof", so angry that there was a burst of pain in the back of his head that was knocked unconscious.

Zhou Rong saw that the general's style of acting was like this, and his hanging heart fell: "Since the general wants to guard His Royal Highness here, Zhou can't take care of it, there are still a few wings upstairs, and the general doesn't have to succumb to that half-old tent."

"Let him live! He loved the broken tent. "Yin Chenglian doesn't like Zhang Yueheng's actions the most, he doesn't have any constructiveness at all, he only knows that the soldiers will be obedient to the water and the earth, and they obviously have brought the troops over, and it is not a matter of a few words to take him away? Yin Cheng practiced and followed the strong man of the gallery upstairs honestly.

Seeing that Yin Chenglian was still this little kid who left everything behind at first sight and couldn't hold his breath at all, Hua Thirteen couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, and turned to pay attention to this General Zhang. He saw that after General Zhang confessed a few words to Xiaodouzi, who often accompanied Yin Chenglian, he specially sent a few elite soldiers to the second floor to firmly guard the room where the death case occurred.

After Xiaodouzi caught up with Yin Chenglian, Hua Thirteen vaguely heard that he was probably reminding Yin Chenglian, a master who escaped over the wall, that he must not secretly leave the gallery this time, otherwise he would fall into his mouth, and he just had to wait for the news in the palace.

Hua Thirteen couldn't help but sigh, this drunkard General Zhang's heart was as clear as a mirror, and there was no ambiguity, with such a person by Yin Chenglian's side, the corners of his mouth climbed into an imperceptible smile.

Before Zhou Rong left, he also noticed that Zhang Yueheng sent troops to guard Xu Fei's door, and he whispered a few words to Steward Luo before leaving with Jingmo.

The gallery suddenly fell into a dead silence, and no one dared to approach Xu Fei's room for half a step, for fear of getting into trouble. About an hour passed, just when Zhang Yueheng went out to sell wine, a figure suddenly walked generously to Xu Fei's room, several of Zhang Yueheng's subordinates were about to stop it, but they were politely handed over a pot of tea by the comer, and they all fell asleep after drinking, this person took advantage of the time when there was no one around, took a thing from the room, and left in a hurry.

Soon after, two more figures sneaked into Xu Fei's room, and saw Zhang Yueheng's men at the door faint and asleep, both puzzled and happy.

"Who is it?" A gentle woman's voice whispered in the corner of Xu Fei's room.

"It's rare to meet a beautiful woman at such an unlucky murder scene." After recognizing the woman's voice, Hua Thirteen stepped out of the shadows behind the curtain and whispered, "I don't know that the Beijing Medicine Master is so stupid that even a cold corpse still wants to come back to life?" ”

"I don't understand what you're saying." Jingmo wore heavy makeup, quietly hidden in the dark, like a beauty painted on a screen, pretending to be calm and asked, "The artists in the gallery all avoid this place, for fear of provoking the fire, why do you dare to appear here?" Aren't you afraid of being mistaken for a murderer? ”

A thought suddenly flashed in Jing Mo's heart, the guards outside the door were stunned when she came, could it be that this weird boy did it? Moreover, those who come here at the risk have only two purposes: to investigate the case and to destroy the evidence. What reason does this son have to investigate Xu Fei's death? Could it be that Xu Fei's death has something to do with him?

Hua Thirteen saw that Jingmo was acting very stubbornly and seriously, and even at this moment, in this room where there were only two living people, him and her, plus a corpse, she refused to relax for half a minute. He slowly approached her and asked, "What about the White Girl?" The head of the dignified Spring Mansion 'Kyoto Seven Flowers', what are you doing here? ”

Hua Thirteen remembered that Jingmo's appearance in the gallery was all because of her relationship with Zhou Rong, what did she do everything possible to contact Zhou Rong for? Did she come here specifically to find out the cause of Xu Fei's death? Could it be that she is doing things for Zhou Rong?

Both of them silently took a half-step back, tacitly. Painting Thirteen looked at Xu Fei's corpse, looking up and down near Xu Fei's desk.

Hua Thirteen looked at Jingmo, who was seriously rummaging, and took the lead in breaking the silence between the two, he stared into Jingmo's eyes, and said undoubtedly: "I came here for my friend."

Jingmo looked at Xu Fei's corpse, thinking that the "friend" in the painting thirteen mouths was referring to Xu Fei, she let out a soft "um" and continued to rummage.

"What are you looking for?" Hua Thirteen's gaze followed Jing Mo's tiptoeing figure to move around, and saw her suddenly leaning over and picking up something from Xu Fei's feet. By the faint light, she could see that what she was holding in her hand seemed to be a small piece of food crumb, not much larger than the scrap that had been taken out of the mouse hole, but it was difficult for her to be as careful as dust.

"You came before me. Did you see a wooden box of refreshments on the table? Jingmo frowned and stared at some of the scum in her hand for a long time, she remembered that when she arrived at the murder scene with Zhou Rong, she clearly saw a familiar wooden box on Xu Fei's table, which was also the reason why she was in danger here at the moment.

"Wooden box?" Hua Thirteen glanced at the objects in the room, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "It seems that someone got ahead of us, stunned the guards outside the door, and took away what you were looking for." ”

Jingmo stopped looking and looked at Hua Thirteen in slight surprise: "The person at the door wasn't you stunned?"

Hua Thirteen couldn't help but laugh dumbly, shook his head, looked at the food crumbs that Jingmo picked up, and asked, "Is this what is in the wooden box?"

"Quite possibly." Jing Moxiu frowned, "Maybe this is the poison that made Xu Fei die." ”

"However, Xu Fei did not die of poisoning." Hua Thirteen said lightly with a determined face.

Seeing that he was so calm and calm, as if he was very sure, Jing Mo was shocked for a while, and couldn't help but take half a step back, raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "How do you know that Xu Fei didn't die of poisoning?"