Belch...... Didn't you just see it in the morning......

What's going on?

Seeing Jing Tian's puzzled face, Liang Chenxiao was a little embarrassed, he couldn't say that he was stupid at her...... The ...... of an old husband and wife

Therefore, Liang Chenxiao decisively changed the topic, "What are you busy with?" ”

Liang Chenxiao looked down and saw that there was only a piece of white paper on the table in front of Jing Tian, on which some words were written in charcoal, as well as some circles and lines.

On the left and right of Wu Qingzhi, Wu Qinghui is written, and on the right side of Liang Hui, Emperor Taishang, Zhang Jiunian, Liang Hui and Wu Qinghui are written.

"What is this?" Liang Chenxiao didn't expect Jing Tian to be thinking about his parents.

"I got this from Mama Yuan today." Jing Tian sighed and handed the letter to Liang Chenxiao.

Liang Chenxiao took the letter and glanced at it a few times, his expression gradually changed from relaxed to solemn, and his white changed.

After a long time, he held back a sentence, "In this way, it's no wonder that my mother doesn't want to pay attention to him." There was a bit of gnashing of teeth in that tone.

"You believe it?" Jing Tian asked.

"I don't believe it." Liang Chenxiao's sentence is categorical.

"How?" Jing Tian was a little curious, why Liang Chenxiao was so sure.

"He's not that kind of person, and if he doesn't love his mother, he's a stranger, and he doesn't talk behind his back. Moreover, you also told me before, only once, it was Lan Fangxing who was drugged. So, someone deliberately stirred up a ...... between father and mother."

"And...... And damn successful! At the end, the muscles on Liang Chenxiao's face were tense, and his eyes were a little red.

Jing Tian saw that he was in a bad mood, so he got up and walked around the desk and took his hand with some concern.

Liang Chenxiao's hands are not like those who practice martial arts at all, there are no calluses and they are not rough, the skin on his hands is very smooth and delicate, but not the delicate of a woman.

His fingers were slender and straight, and Jing Tian liked to nest his hand in his palm the most, admiring the clear and powerful knuckles.

Sensing Jing Tian's worry, Liang Chenxiao took her in his arms, rubbed the top of her hair, and his voice softened a lot, "I'm fine...... Don't worry. ”

Jing Tian raised his head and said: "There are more than a dozen such letters, I suspect that this matter is related to Wu Qinghui, but it seems that the county lord has a good relationship with her sister, and I am a little unsure." ”

"Why do you say that?" Sure enough, hearing Jing Tian take the initiative to analyze the case, a trace of sharpness flashed in Liang Chenxiao's eyes, and the sad and indignant mood faded a lot.

"A woman's intuition, I think Wu Qinghui can really do this kind of thing."

"Most of the things we do are jealous, but we don't know what happened before, and there are too few clues, so I think about how to do it."

Jing Tian pulled Liang Chenxiao to the desk and sat down, pointed to what she had sketched on the paper and continued: "It's really not easy for this matter to succeed and not be suspected for so many years. If you want to do it, first, you must be able to know the relationship between the queen of Southern Xinjiang and your father, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to do; Second, it is necessary to understand the temperament of the county lord......"

Speaking of which, Jing Tian was stunned, Wu Qingzhi didn't say anything about it, and her temperament was all hidden in her heart, which was like her husband......

However, since the incident when Cousin Li Ang and Ruo Su misunderstood each other, Jing Tian has repeatedly instilled in Liang Chenxiao with facts that husband and wife must be honest and have the concept that they must say something awkward in their hearts.