After speaking, Pei Shu finally nodded again, confirming that his memory was correct.

The case is still unsolved, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince only asked a few days ago, and he also looked through the file, so he remembers it very well.

Chen Ying put down the teacup and rubbed the lid with her fingers: "What I want to tell the little marquis is that Zhou Jiuniang is Fang Xiu'e." ”

Pei Shu was stunned.

Immediately, his complexion changed sharply.

Zhou Jiuniang is Fang Xiu'e?

Where does this begin?

One is a displaced person who died in Shandong, and the other is a village woman who is "looking for relatives" in the Guogong Mansion, and these two are ...... Wait a minute......

Pei Shu raised his head violently, and in his small eyes, the light was scorching.

It's really possible!

Zhou Jiuniang's identity is still unknown, and they sent him to the place where he came from, but there was no such person.

Could it be that this is actually ...... Dead and gone?

However, after thinking about this life, Pei Shu was a little confused.

If Zhou Jiuniang is Fang Xiu'e, who is the one who died in the camp of exiles?

"Fang Xiu'e is still alive?" He couldn't help but ask.

After asking, he repented.

That's a stupid question.

Since Fang Xiu'e pretended to be Zhou Jiuniang, the one who died in the camp of exiles may not be pretending to be her.

Besides, when did Chen Ying guess wrong?

Whatever she says, it will be the truth.

How could he question it?

"I'm not suspicious of you, I just feel weird." Pei Shu quickly remedied it and went to observe her complexion again.

Chen Ying's expression was as usual.

"Before I heard some news, I also thought that Fang Xiu'e died in that fire." She threw away the lid and turned to stroke her sleeves: "However, now I can basically determine that Zhou Jiuniang is Fang Xiu'e." ”

"Oh?" Pei Shu raised an eyebrow.

It's not that he doesn't believe Chen Ying, but this matter is not trivial, Zhou Jiuniang and Little Brother Qiao are in the same case, once their identities are verified, they will be heard by heaven.

Chen Ying looked up and was silent, but nodded a few points.

Pei Shu raised his eyebrows and said: "If you say so, Fang Xiu'e's corpse is ......."

"It's charred, it's unrecognizable." Chen Ying quickly answered: "Almost all the dead in that fire were charred. And this just proves that Fang Xiu'e faked her death and got out and pretended to be Zhou Jiuniang, which is very likely and reasonable. ”

She turned her head to look out the window.

A line of weeping trees is bending in the wind, and the tips of the leaves are curling, trembling, as if they can't bear the autumn wind.

"Little Hou Ye should still remember the second hammer, right? It was the survivor who was seriously injured. She looked at the willow tree, but did not look at him: "Before the second hammer died, there was a return to the light, and said that on the night of the fire, he saw two men and a woman go to the door of the camp of the homeless camp, and the woman seemed to be holding a burden in her hand. ”

Pei Shu "hmm": "I remember this." ”

"That's right." Chen Ying stood up and paced back and forth in front of the high school, and her thoughts gradually became clear: "My speculation is that Fang Xiu'e killed her mother-in-law and husband on the night of the fire......

She quickly relayed what Ziqi had said before to Pei Shu, and said:

“…… Fang Xiu'e's murder must have been seen by someone, and this person wanted to coerce her into setting fire to the camp. I think that among the two men and one woman that the second hammer saw that night, the woman should be Fang Xiu'e, and one of the men is Qiao Xiaodi. ”

She stopped, the bead curtain was just clapping with the wind, the jingle bell was crisp, and it came into her voice: "Erhammer once said, one of the two men once said about Northern Xinjiang, and the Qiao family brothers and sisters are from Shacheng, which is bordering Northern Xinjiang. After the massacre of the city in northern Xinjiang, his sister and brother were killed, and Fang followed his grandfather to find relatives in Beijing, which is also right. ”

Pei Shu was silent, just looked at her.

And she looked at him, and her eyes were clear, like the stars that flowed:

"I thought that what Fang Xiu'e was carrying in her arms was not a burden, but her little daughter. The three of them fled after arson, Fang Xiu'e's daughter became a hostage, and the so-called gangster forced each other, so Fang Xiu'e pretended to be Zhou Jiuniang and teamed up with Qiao Xiaodi to openly confess their relatives, which was also caused by being coerced. She said quickly, her thoughts far from keeping up with the pace of speech.

"Actually, we can take a long-term view and start from the beginning." She looked out the window fixedly, her expression slightly cold: "The starting point of all this is the Qiao Xiurong stabbing case." ”

Pei Shu's body shook.

He was visibly stunned.

However, after a little thought, he found that the point that Chen Ying brought out was surprisingly accurate.

"The reason why Qiao Xiurong took the risk back then was because his only surviving blood relative, Qiao Xiaodi, was kidnapped. Or we can think that Little Brother Qiao is the only lever to pry Qiao Xiurong. Holding Qiao's younger brother and coercing Qiao Xiurong is like driving his arms and fingers, and Qiao Xiurong has to obey if he doesn't obey. ”

Chen Ying paced back to his seat, with his hands behind his back: "The stabbing case failed, and the younger brother Qiao disappeared immediately, and it is reported that his last move was in Shandong." Here, we can make a bold speculation: Qiao Xiaodi was actually half-voluntarily and half-forced, and was coerced to Shandong. ”

She turned her eyes to look at Pei Shu, as if to get his approval: "Little Hou Ye should remember that Little Brother Qiao is idle, and it is rumored that he still owes a lot of gambling debts. In this case, there is a great possibility that he will be used, and Qiao Xiurong is dead, and Qiao Xiaodi has no way back, so he can only go all the way to the dark. ”

After talking a lot, his mouth was a little dry, and Chen Ying tried the tea cup a few days ago.

The tea was neither hot nor cold, and she took several sips of it.

Pei Shu swept his eyes and looked around, reached out and lifted the Ruyao azure teapot, and when she finished drinking, he got up to refill the water for her: "You speak slowly, I'll listen." ”

The magnetic and thick voice, like the sound of the horn is cold, and the drum is frightened at night, but it rhymes with the autumn wind.

Chen Ying looked up at him, and a pair of eyebrows were reflected in his clear eyes.

The eyebrows are shaved, the eyes are dark, the nose bone is lonely, and the jaw line is still strong.

After looking at each other for a moment, his dark eyes bent in her eyes, and he took the tea cup in her hand: "It's very hot, I'll hold it for you." ”

The voice is like wine, and the wind is intoxicating.

Chen Ying's hands were empty.

Looking down, I saw a big hand in front of me, the long fingers were slightly bent, holding half a light blue, and the thick green seemed to pass through the finger gaps, and the bones were distinct, like bamboo.

"You're sorry." A soft thank you didn't seem to come from her mouth, but it seemed to float in the wind.

Both of them were a little apprehensive.

After a breath, Chen Ying took two steps back and returned to her seat.

When she raised her head again, there was a little tenderness in her eyebrows and eyes: "Little Marquis, please take a seat." ”

Pei Shu grinned, put the tea cup in front of her, and sat down to pour himself tea.

On this cold day, I listened to her and parched my mouth.

He took two sips of tea, filled the empty cup again, and drank several cups in a row.

The juice of the boiling soup is poured down, and the heart is noisy, and the wind is not cool.

He hated to use a fan to fan, but he didn't have a fan in his hand, and he was afraid of losing his manners, so he straightened his back, but his forehead was sweaty.