"You?"

Yin Chenglian and Zhou Rong rarely asked in unison. Hua Thirteen glanced at Yin Chenglian, with an expression ten times more surprised than when he heard that General Zhang would no longer drink alcohol, and couldn't help but roll his eyes at him silently more than ten times in an instant. This little white-eyed wolf who used to cause trouble by painting thirteen backs really became a big white-eyed wolf when he grew up, and he fainted in Xu Fei's house a few hours ago, who woke him up? I forgot about Painting Thirteen in a blink of an eye.

Draw thirteen hearts, rotten oranges, you and I have a time to settle accounts. It's just that the accounts with you are clear, and he will have a time when he can figure it out when he has a pot of dust-washing wine every day. However, it is difficult to explain the account with her.

Hua 13 deliberately turned sideways, turned his chin, and turned his back to the female historian standing behind Ying Chengzhao, blocking the gaze that seemed to fluctuate. He moved his throat, and deliberately said in a hoarse voice: "Your Highness Hui, your lords, you are also a member of the art gallery, and you also have a good relationship with the deceased Xu Fei, so you have the courage to say a few bad words, which may help the progress of the case."

"Heh, it seems that Mrs. Zhou's art gallery is really full of talents, and there are such talented people who recommended themselves to share the case for the official." Ying Chengzhao didn't pay attention to the weak birthmark boy in front of him at all, and asked contemptuously, "This little student, do you think the case is not going well?" ”

Zhou Rong had a little impression of the birthmark painter in front of him, but felt that he was neither a talented person like Zhang Yangqi, nor a flattering man like Xu Fei, so he didn't know what he meant by suddenly standing up, and whether it was beneficial to himself, so he hurriedly followed Ying Chengzhao's meaning, and put on a sincere and fearful look:

"Ouch, if you are your Excellency, since the Holy Lord specially sent you to investigate the case, you can naturally trust your Excellency. Who doesn't know what status Lord Shangshuying of the military department has in the emperor's heart? You come to investigate the case, Zhou doesn't dare to say a word, lest he disturb the wise decision of Lord Ying, this painter is not sensible, it is Zhou who has not disciplined him well, I will send someone to take him down, so as not to delay the adult's investigation of the case. ”

Draw thirteen hearts, these two old foxes are really one singing with a red face and the other with a white face, and they can't allow others to interject for half a sentence. As soon as Zhou Rong's words fell, a few tall Zhou Mansion family members rushed in outside the door to take the painting Thirteen Questions away. Seeing this, Jing Mo, who was outside the crowd, couldn't help but panic, she didn't expect that Hua Thirteen would be disposed of like this without saying anything.

"Investigating the case? You should check it! This is not in the court, you don't need to pick a fart in advance - take the lead! Didn't this young man just say that he had proof? Just let him speak! Whoever dares to take him down will blame General Ben's sword for not being long-sighted. ”

Zhang Yueheng's thick and rough voice suddenly shocked a few strong and middle-class cadres who were escorting the painting thirteen out, he lifted the big knife in his hand and went to the door horizontally, and the knife was not out of the sheath and there was already the momentum of Mount Tai blocking the river with his bare hands. Hua 13 looked at the angry and drunken General Zhang in front of him, and felt a little flattered.

Ying Chengzhao has been favored for many years, how arrogant and arrogant he is, where can he resist Zhang Yueheng's unceremonious foul language, and he blew his beard and stared at him:

"Zhang Yueheng! You speak cleanly! This official thinks that you can't speak well if you haven't been in the court for many years, so I don't care about you, but don't rely on your status as a general to do nonsense! You know, Holy One—"

"The Holy Lord sent you and me to investigate the case." A voice as quiet as a deep pool came from behind Ying Chengzhao, Guan Tianyu's gaze as cold as frost and autumn moon slid lightly past Ying Chengzhao and Zhang Yueheng, and finally fell on the son who was pinned down by the family and turned his back to her, "Both of them are the best among the civil and military generals, why can't they calmly listen to this son tell the evidence?" Do you want Tianyu to write down a laughing stock in the history books that will not get along? ”

Hearing this, Ying Chengzhao had to stop fighting, for such a small murder and a small painter, it would really be worth the loss to make the emperor unhappy. Ying Chengzhao blushed and motioned to Zhou Rong's family to let go of the painting thirteen, so that he could say anything in one go, but whether he listened or not, he would say it differently.

Hua Thirteen turned around and walked to the corpse, but he still treated the female historian with his back, and he lowered his voice low and dumb and said, "The evidence is Xu Fei."

The room full of people suddenly started to talk noisily, Ying Chengzhao snorted coldly, and asked tirelessly: "If you retreat honestly without evidence, can Xu Fei, a dead man, still speak?"

Hua Thirteen nodded slowly without hurry, and then, he leaned over to Xu Fei's corpse, raised his hand leisurely, and pulled out the small silver scissors inserted in the back of the corpse without changing his face, and held them in front of everyone, everyone looked at the dark red blood stains on the scissors, and then looked at Xu Fei who was lying on the table with cold bones, and couldn't help but gasp, and was silent for a while.

"This scissor is short and small, and it is not enough to pierce the heart from the back, but if Xu Fei is not fatally hit by this scissor, then he will definitely struggle desperately on the verge of death, but in the room, except for the messy table, there is no sign of fighting."

Everyone looked at the situation in the room according to the words of the thirteenth painting, and found that the table and the floor were indeed neat and tidy, and there was nothing unusual. Ying Chengzhao snorted disapprerovingly: "What is this?" Maybe the killer reorganized the house after the murder? ”

"And then knock yourself out and wait here to be discovered?" Painting Thirteen Wen Wen smiled lightly, "I'm afraid that Lord Ying's words are not a joke of His Royal Highness Cheng, but a joke of his own judgment." ”

Yin Chenglian saw that the thirteenth painter could still talk and laugh freely in the face of the hot minister, and he couldn't help but look at this ugly painter who had mediocre painting skills in his mouth. Yin Chenglian saw Ying Chengzhao's not good-looking face again, and couldn't help but secretly "sneer" and laugh a few times.

The thirteenth pair of Ying Chengzhao, who was about to have a seizure, bowed his hand respectfully and said, "My lord, please take a closer look at the wound on Xu Fei's back."

Ying Chengzhao swept a glance with suppressed anger, frowned and said, "What's wrong with the wound?" What else is so special besides blood? ”

"My lord knows everything, and the strange thing is precisely the blood on the wound." Painting Thirteen stroked his sleeve and pointed to the faint blood stain on the wound, and said intently, "Don't you think this blood is too little and too shallow?" If a person dies from a wound with a sharp weapon, and the wound is so close to the heart, it must be bleeding and red. ”

Speaking of this, Hua Thirteen suddenly froze in his throat, paused, and involuntarily came up with a scene on the edge of the cliff of Leigongxia ten years ago, the long knife that was slashed in the air passed through a person's chest, and for a moment blood poured out, and the bones of the people under the knife were cold, and the blood of the surviving people was unbearable. Painting 13 knows too well how much blood can be shed when a living person dies.

Everyone looked at Xu Fei's wound according to the description of painting thirteen, and found that the blood was really shallow, and they all muttered and whispered.

"You mean, Xu Fei didn't die from this scissors?" Ying Chengzhao said in a calm voice to the white-clothed man in front of him, and as soon as these words came out, someone next to him suddenly raised a sharp gaze and bit the painting thirteen.

Everyone saw that Hua Thirteen was not in a hurry to answer, but picked up something from the table where Xu Fei was lying down and held it up in front of him.

"If I guessed correctly, this is the real culprit of Xu Fei's death." The thirteen-character painting fell to the ground and smashed into everyone's cochlea, and he caught a glimpse of the crowd in his spare eye, and Jingmo watched his progress.

Ying Chengzhao suspiciously picked up a handful of food that had been broken into dregs from Hua Thirteen's hand, looked at it carefully, and said with a frown: "This is, what kind of pastry residue?"

Painting thirteen's eyes narrowed slightly, raised his hand to his nose and sniffed, and motioned to Ying Chengzhao to also sniff the smell of pastry dregs.

Ying Chengzhao twisted his eyebrows, moved his nose, put on a puzzled look, and said, "Why does this smell smell a little fishy?"

"Not bad. It's the fishy smell. Hua Thirteen's gaze slid over the bewildered and confused faces of the crowd, and also slid over Jing Mo, who was standing silently outside the crowd, and said slowly, "When Xu Fei and I met Zhong Dingxuan, he ate the signature smoked fish in the restaurant and had a recurrence of intestinal carbuncles, and he had passed out at that time. ”

When Zhou Rong heard this, his heart suddenly moved, and he secretly noted that this little painter seemed to know Jingmo. Ying Chengzhao glanced at Zhou Rong, his brows became deeper and deeper, and after a pause, he said to Hua Thirteen while thinking, "What do you mean?" Did Xu Fei eat a fishy pastry and die of a recurrence of intestinal carbuncles? ”

"Yes." Hua Thirteen's eyes moved slightly, but he still didn't directly say Jingmo's name, and continued: "There are very few people who know this, and it shouldn't be difficult to find out." But His Royal Highness Cheng didn't know this anyway, and according to His Highness's status and character, how could he use such a scheming against Xu Fei? ”

Ying Chengzhao was silent for a while, and then gave Zhou Rong a look as if he hated that iron could not become steel, Zhou Rong looked a little stupid, but in a blink of an eye, he said very naturally: "What this painter said has some truth. Maybe Xu Fei ate the wrong thing himself to make such a fuss. ”

Yin Chenglian looked at Ying Chengzhao's appearance that he had nothing to say, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, he was three points happier than winning the cricket, he raised his eyebrows at Ying Chengzhao, and said deliberately: "If Lord Ying still insists that the person was killed by His Royal Highness, it is better to put me in prison immediately, anyway, there is no evidence to prove that I am guilty, and there is no evidence to prove that I am innocent, right?" If the adults behave like this, I think the father will also be impressed by the adults. ”

Ying Chengzhao was choked by Yin Chenglian, who had a hippie smile, like a fish in his throat, and couldn't say anything. I saw Yin Chenglian smile and ask the female historian behind Ying Chengzhao again: "Master Guan, have you written down everything that this son analyzed?"

"Not a word." Guan Tianyu's gaze fell for a long time on this white-clothed boy who spoke in a coherent manner, but had his head but always had his back to her, she hesitated, but it was difficult to hide the flickering light in her eyes, and her voice was as calm as water: "However, I don't know what the name of this painter is."

When he heard this, his heart trembled and trembled, as if some invisible weight was pressing down on his back, and he had to turn around slowly, just pinning his hopes in his heart on the half of the birthmark on the left side of his face. She, I guess won't recognize her, right?

Painting 13 bowed deeply to Guan Tianyu, and replied respectfully and politely: "I have no name and no surname, because I have a dark red birthmark on my face, so I call my urine half red."

And Guan Tianyu just lowered his eyes and continued to write, without saying more than a word about the painting. At this moment, Jing Mo, who was outside the crowd, always felt a little uncomfortable after seeing the eyes of Hua Thirteen looking at the female historian from the palace.

"Xiao Yu, why are you crying?" Among the two children around her knees, Guangfeng was the most considerate and painful, and he felt a few drops of hot liquid dripping from the back of the history book onto the back of his little hand, and couldn't help but raise his head and ask Guan Tianyu in a whisper.