Lin Yun'er opened the second chapter, which recorded all the confessions of the people involved, the first of which was the wife of the groom and the daughter of the merchant.

In her impression, the daughters of merchants are all insightful and have a wide range of experience, especially in the era of the two saints, the status of women has suddenly risen, so that it is a long time for the daughter's family to show up, but most of the nobles will carry a power fence to show the difference in status. Therefore, this woman is not a woman with shallow knowledge in the deep boudoir, and I heard that she is the first talented woman in Jiangnan, and she wants to come to the house to raise her very strictly.

The woman's confession did not have many words, and most of the questions were blank and dull, and when asked her the whole story of the case, she answered with her mouth, and she said that she was waiting for her husband in the cave room, and the husband drank wine, and as soon as he entered the door, he began to undress and prepare to go to bed, she got up and gave way, and I don't know what she smelled, and she fainted and collapsed to the ground, and did not wake up until the next day.

So, she didn't know anything about her husband's death.

Wrong! There's something wrong with it all.

Lin Yun'er suddenly laughed, it turned out that the key to this case was here. She could probably draw the murderer's face.

For the first time, without Liu Jing's reminder, she found the murderer, her heart was fluttering, and the palms of her hands holding the pen were full of sweat, she was a little excited, but the pen in her hand was very stable. Overnight, a slender beauty moved under her pen.

The murderer is the bride.

Her eyes are dull and dull, but she can tell the details of the case when she asks about it, this is not the state she presents when she is frightened, she is clearly willing to answer and unwilling to answer, if she doesn't answer, then the criminal department will chase her hard, she answered, it was self-defeating.

There must be some tragic story in her, she deliberately killed the groom, and she never wanted to live, but she lived, but unfortunately she did not spare her life, and wanted to hit the muzzle of the gun again, so it was not a love killing, it was a vendetta. The son of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites is either of bad character or has done something wrong back then, otherwise he would not let a woman hold a grudge so much, and the grudge will be to the point of dying together.

Lin Yun'er was so excited that she turned the last chapter.

The murderer, the bride, Lin's Qiaomei. Note: Shaw's Swallow.

The facts are not much different from what she thought, the son of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites was young and frivolous, and he defiled Xiao Yan'er's sister, and then Xiao Yan'er was framed for collaborating with the enemy and treason, and Xiao Yan'er was ready to commit suicide by throwing herself into the lake but was rescued by the merchant Lin, Lin had no children, and regarded Xiao Yan'er as his own and named Lin Qiaomei.

Lin Qiaomei wrote a good hand, made a good poem, and was gradually praised as the first talented woman in the south of the Yangtze River, and then the design was known and met by the son of the waiter, and then the son of the waiter fell in love with the clansman to marry Lin Qiaomei despite the opposition of the clan, Lin Qiaomei in order to avenge the clansmen, she poisoned the wine cup, both cups were poisonous, whoever drank it was the same, after drinking the wine, the wine glass was quickly hidden by her, and a new cup was changed on the table, and then the two were poisoned.

It's just that Lin Qiaomei has been sick since she was a child, and she has taken a lot of medicines, and some poisons are inviolable, so she miraculously just fell into a coma. That's what makes this happen.

Lin Yun'er put down the pen in her hand and exhaled deeply, although this case is slightly thicker than the first case, it is all within the range of what she can bear, and Huang Yu has been selected. In addition to trying, that is intentional cultivation.

Unconsciously, it was noon, and Jade was already standing aside, waiting for Lin Yun'er to have lunch, Lin Yun'er stretched her waist, "Mother Cui, why don't you call me?" ”

Jade said, "The slave has been calling the lady for a long time, and the lady is afraid that she will fall into deep thought, and she has not answered." ”

It turns out that the jade has been here for a long time. Lin Yun'er stuck out her tongue, maybe she was too fascinated, who made the case book given by Huang Yu more interesting than Liu Jing's books?

After lunch, she decided to set off immediately, she had just arrived, and she said that she would have tea in the afternoon, and she could not be late. Therefore, he brought a power fence and walked after dinner, and he also had the right to consume food.

As soon as she walked out of the corner gate, Lin Yun'er was startled, in addition to Long Wu, there were four or five men in black standing at the door, looking at this posture, it seemed to be a practicing family, these four or five men were larger, one by one than the two small men in her original yard, like, bodyguards.

She looked at Long Wu who was taking the lead, but Long Wu was silent, and waved his hand lightly, and the four or five men suddenly disappeared.

Long Wu walked in front of Lin Yun'er and hugged his fists and said, "Lang Jun is worried about the safety of his mother, so he specially selected a few of the best ones from the secret guards to ensure that the lady is well-thought." "She is the only lady in the Huangliang lineage, so she can't have an accident.

It turned out to be the guard who came to protect her, it was really Shenlong who couldn't see the end, she smiled, and didn't intend to deal with this cold man who exuded a cold aura all over her body, just said "um" lightly. With the support of Ziwei, he quickly left his low pressure range.

This is not to blame her, when she first met Long Wu, she did have the intention of subduing, because for some reason, in front of Long Wu, she suddenly had an inexplicable sense of security, feeling that this bodyguard could protect her well, she was also so old, and she didn't really want to mention any appearance, any feelings, as long as she was comfortable.

It's just yesterday, when she was panting and climbed down the mountain, but saw him standing in front of the mountain gate without blushing and panting, she suddenly smelled the subtle dangerous aura on this man's body, and she didn't know why, because she had vaguely seen this breath on Wu Shangcheng. Thinking of this, her heart couldn't help but tremble again.

The temple under the mountain is not far away, just because it is separated from the Huang family Buddhist hall by a small hill, so from the mountain gate, you can barely see a cornice of the temple from the bushes, and beyond this small hill, the boundary no longer belongs to the Huang family.

The mountain road was rugged and winding, and Lin Wan'er secretly rejoiced, fortunately, it was a sunny day, and if it was raining, the road could be so muddy that she couldn't move at all. It's just that the sun is not shining now, and the sun hides in the thick clouds in the afternoon, as if a great event is brewing.

After walking for half an hour, Lin Yun'er walked to a small side door under the leadership of Ziwei, Ziwei told her that this courtyard is a place for a monk to participate in meditation, and on weekdays, except for Na Langjun, few people will go. Lin Wan'er bowed her head, no wonder Ziwei met Na Langjun so many times so easily, it turned out that the place where Na Langjun lived was not in the temple.

"All sentient beings and the like, if they are oviparous, if they are viviparous, if they are wet, if they are incarnated, if they are colored, if they are colorless, if they have thoughts, if they have no thoughts, if they have no thoughts, if they are not thinking, if they are not thinking, if they are born in vain, if they are born in viviparity, if they are born in a wet state, if they are incarnated, if they are colored, if they are colorless, if they are colorless, if they have thoughts, if they have no thoughts, if they do not have thoughts, if they do not have thoughts, if they do not have thoughts, if they do not have thoughts, if If it is the destruction of immeasurable and countless boundless sentient beings, there are no sentient beings who have attained extinction. Subodhi, if Bodhi has the appearance of self, people, sentient beings, and longevity, that is, it is not a bodhisattva. An old voice came from the courtyard not far away, full of confidence and loyalty. Could that be the Lang Jun who met Ziwei?

Then, Lin Yun'er stopped, picked up the fence, squinted and listened, and a voice came from inside, just a slightly young male voice, "Master, are you saying that the apprentice has not been put down yet?" ”

"You have no fate with my Buddha, so ask for more blessings." The voice paused, "The poor monk plans to travel far away from now on, and the return date is uncertain, so at that time, you will leave on your own." ”

The voice is getting closer and closer, as if walking towards the door, Lin Yun'er subconsciously turned around and took a few steps back, but unexpectedly the door was already wide open at this time, and a monk with white eyebrows and long beard in a plain robe walked out of it, the monk walked in front of her and stood still, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly smiled, the monk's smile seemed to come from the clouds, with sunshine and warmth.

Ziwei was inexplicable, and stepped forward and asked, "This master, what are you laughing at?" ”

The monk shook his head and only chanted a poem to himself, "When the false is true, the truth is also false." ”

"Lady, what is he doing?" Ziwei was a little stunned by the monk's crazy behavior, and held Lin Yun'er's arm tightly.

But seeing that there was no trace of horror on Lin Yun'er's face, her eyes looked at the monk fixedly, and said shallowly, "This senior, have you ever known?" ”

The monk's eyes lit up, and he looked up and down curiously, wanting to say something, and then frowned as if he was afraid of what he would say, and finally squeezed out three words from his mouth, "Don't say it." ”

Lin Yun'er bowed her head slightly and saluted him, she had a premonition that the senior monk in front of her might be the same person as the white-haired old man, or perhaps, he was him. "The predecessors are high-ranking monks, and the little girls are taught."

The monk put his hand behind his back, looked up to the sky and laughed, "Interesting! Interesting! Then he carried his small bag and walked down the mountain.

That's it...... Traveling?

Lin Yun'er's eyes looked in the direction of the monk's departure, but he didn't notice that there was a Pianpian Langjun standing behind the open door, most of his eyes were surprised, and there was a trace of excitement and uncertainty, but seeing that Lin Yun'er hadn't turned his head yet, he finally bowed deeply to her, and said, "Can that lady be Mrs. Huang?" ”

Mrs. Huang...... Child? What is the name of the world? If she says that she is not the eldest mother, but Huang Zishan is the only girl in the family, where is the eldest among the ladies? If she is said to be a lady, she really can't speak well. Lin Yun'er turned around and smiled politely and saluted Na Langjun, and said, "The little girl is exactly." ”

"In Xia Dong Mao, the word Xiuyong, hard work lady, please come inside." That Lang Jun looked very knowledgeable, and always kept the distance between him and Lin Yun'er in the safest range.

Lin Yun'er thanked her, and followed Dong Mao in.

This is a Zen courtyard, although the area is not large but very elegant, the east side of the courtyard is planted with lush small bamboo, and there are small honeysuckles hanging on the bamboo, which looks very playful. In the southeast corner is a stone table, on which there is a plate of endgames, presumably not long after the fall, because the courtyard is located in the forest, so the shadow of the sun at this time is only mottled, and it is a little cool.

Further south of the stone table is the wall root of the wing room, there is a small shallow well at the root of the wall, the top of the well mouth drives half an empty bamboo, the other end is sandwiched on the stone wall, the empty bamboo is leading water into the shallow well from the other side of the stone wall, the splash is not big, but the small water droplets splashed around just reduce the temperature around it, and suddenly this day is much more comfortable.