Jing Yi sat quietly and silently in the carriage, she seemed to have a calm face, a pair of fingers kept twisting a handkerchief embroidered with begonia flowers, she was a little uneasy about this inexplicable man, is this the murderer who killed Xiaomei? If not, why did he find her again?

"Aunt Jiu, we're here." One of the officers pulled open the rear doorway.

She put away her thoughts, nodded her head, and gracefully stepped out of the car, where the two officers walked in front and led her into the detention cell.

The "click......" iron lock was opened, and the people inside pounced on her as soon as they saw Jing Yi'an.

"Cousin!" There was a hint of urgency in the man's voice, and he took her arm a little harder.

"Inspector Xu......" she said without a trace, trying to break free like a man sitting on a chair in the detention cell, but heard the man whisper in her ear.

"What if they also knew that Aunt Nine also appeared at the scene of the incident last night?"

She froze the smile on her face, and what she was about to say was, yes, she couldn't let them know, let alone say anything, the women in the courtyard were all looking at her to make something wrong, so that she could use the topic to play, but the so-called rumors were also a weapon for killing.

"Cousin, what's going on?" She turned her head and smiled at Tang Jun, and what she said was a little gritted her teeth, making her stunning face distort a little.

"Your aunt asked me to come to visit you in the Marshal's Mansion, and I met the ......police as soon as I arrived at the Marshal's Mansion last night," he didn't say anything after that, Jing Yi'an also knew that this man had no money on him, and there was no proof, and he was near the Zheng Mansion, and the Zheng Mansion had recently had another murder, and the police naturally would not let go of the suspicious person.

She pulled Tang Kun behind her, smiled and said slowly to Inspector Xu: "A few days ago, I received a letter from my aunt from afar, saying that she asked my cousin to visit relatives for her. ”

At this point, it can't be said that if you don't let people go, let alone the most favored aunt of Dashuai? "Since it's a misunderstanding, it's fine." Inspector Xu stood up from the chair, he bowed his hand slightly and smiled, "I hope Aunt Nine will forgive me." ”

"Inspector Xu is polite." She smiled, "Then we're one step ahead." ”

"Please." Inspector Xu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

Jing Yi'an nodded, wiped away the smile that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, and walked out of the police station with Tang Kun.

She stopped not far from the police station, "What are you doing with me?" Wouldn't it be my cousin who wants to climb a high branch? ”

"Aunt Nine misunderstood me, what kind of person do you think I look like?" Tang Kun put his hands in the trouser pockets of his suit and looked at her with a smile.

"Yes." Not only like, but also Jing Yi'an rolled her eyes at the sky.

"Aunt Nine just saved my life, the grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates." The man suddenly became serious.

"How does Mr. Tang want to repay me?" Jing Yi'an raised an eyebrow.

"As long as Aunt Nine asks for it, Tang will definitely do it."

"Poof...... Mr. Tang is inevitably too confident, as Zheng Keqiang's most favored aunt, I want the wind to be windy, to be rainy, what do you think I want more? She chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

"Does Aunt Nine think such a day is happy?" Tang Kun's expression remained unchanged and asked rhetorically.

"Everyone has his own way of living, so why should you judge other people's lifestyles?" Her smile froze, she looked at Tang Kun with a slight anger, and turned to leave.

"Don't get me wrong......" Tang Kun reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"When Mr. Tang judges others, take care of himself first." She shook off Tang Kun's hand and walked away with her high heels.

Jing Yi'an was not very satisfied with the identity of Aunt Jiu at first, and she even hated this identity. reminds her at any time that this identity is for her parents to sell her to Zheng Keqiang. She glanced down at her well-fitting cheongsam, and the beautiful high-heeled leather shoes, now she doesn't have to wear the ill-fitting clothes every day, tattered leather shoes, all the hopes she envies, if you insist on saying that she is dissatisfied, this man who meets all her material materials is not her son, but there is no perfect thing in the world, what you get is also destined to lose something, and she lost the marriage she longed for.

Jing Yi'an opened the carved wooden window and looked at the roses in the courtyard, pink and white mixed together to pick seeds, and the upright flowering period was very gorgeous. Jasper sat under the eaves and embroidered a handkerchief, and the pattern on it was. Roses in the yard.

A tall and tall figure walked into the courtyard gate, wearing a military uniform, with a pistol pinned to his waist, and a tray full of local land in his hand, gradually approaching.

"What did Adjutant Zhang bring with him?" Jasper put down the embroidery in her hand and got up from under the eaves.

"Today, the general heard that glass stockings and dresses are popular at the cocktail party, so he specially asked people to buy a few and send them to Aunt Jiu." Adjutant Zhang said to Jasper.

Adjutant Zhang put the tray in his hand in the room, explained the reason to Jing Yi'an, and walked outside the courtyard.

"Aunt Jiu, these dresses are so beautiful!" Biyu is the maid who Xiaomei brought up again after she went, she is still young, she is at a lively age, her eyes reveal curiosity, the dress is so beautiful, but the transparent glass stockings next to her look even more peculiar.

Jing Yi'an stretched out her white fingers and picked up the corner of the skirt and sighed, it was very good-looking. "Do you need a life like this?" Suddenly, Tang Kun's words flashed in her mind. She hastily let go of her fingers.

"Aunt Nine?" Biyu saw that Jing Yi'an's face suddenly turned pale, and said with some worry.

"Take these things and put them in the closet." Jing Yi'an waved his hand.

Biyu was still a little worried when she saw her expression, but she still answered "yes" and picked up the tray on the table and walked to the second floor, and couldn't help but glance at Jing Yi'an worriedly when she left.

It's night.

In the dimly lit room, Jing Yi'an tossed and turned on the bed, and the words that Tang Kun said on the street during the day repeatedly appeared in her mind, like a spell deeply rooted in her heart.

She got up and got out of bed and turned on the light in the room, pushed open the wardrobe and took out the dresses, picked out one and put it on her body, the huge glass mirror showed her beautiful figure, the slightly curly long hair was scattered on the back of her chest, the lilac dress set off her waist, the white and tender calves were exposed to the air, she stepped on the carpet with bare feet, her pale face had a pair of misty eyes, she stretched out her hand to touch the equally pale and beautiful woman in the mirror.

"What a beauty," she muttered to herself, and suddenly she shattered the mirror in front of her, and the lenses were scattered on the ground, her expression was calm, her eyes seemed to be clearer than before, the blood dripping from her fingertips on the mirror, she withdrew from the area, took off her dress, and cut the thread of the doll, to live for herself.