These words successfully diluted Tu Liang's sad feelings.

He looked at the county lord with some tears and laughter, shook his head and said, "No, things are not that complicated. It was when I was carving that I heard the shopkeeper Xu calling me in the yard.

I'll just walk out. As a result, a young man in his teenage years was found lying in the courtyard, covered in blood, but his chest was heaving.

I really wanted to save someone, so I stepped forward and tried to help them up. I touched the blood in my hand, and my body was also stained with blood.

I helped him to sit down at the table.

At this time, the shopkeeper Xu came in with a cup of tea, and when he saw me like that, he dropped the teacup and shouted: 'Kill, kill'.

He shouted and ran out.

I wondered: I didn't kill anyone, and this person didn't die, why did the shopkeeper Xu shout like that?

The officials of the government came so quickly, and before I could figure it out, they rushed in, and without saying a word, they locked me up and went to the county office.

I don't know what happened to that man.

But when the official tried me, he said that I had killed someone. Said that people were stolen and seized.

I thought: that man might really be dead.

In court, I tried to defend myself. But no one listened to me, and the county lord didn't listen either. He pointed to the blood on my hands and body, and decided that I had killed the man.

My voice was hoarse, and it was useless. You all know what happened next. ”

Tu Liang said, looking at the ground.

At that time, the emotions of anger and sadness hit my heart again.

The officials of the government were supposed to be his last hope, but they became the boulder that stepped him into the abyss of despair.

So he knew that Park Zan's death would definitely make it difficult for him to justify. He didn't want to speak, he didn't want to say a word.

"Do you know who the owner of 'Jinrong Cloth Village' is?"

Di Ying couldn't bear to see Tu Liang's face full of sadness, and he asked Cheng Ting on the side.

"I don't know,"

Cheng Ting shook his head and replied: "I only saw the name of the cloth village when I interrogated Tu Liang and checked his file records this time.

I inquired with the yacha, and they said that the cloth village was sold for unknown reasons shortly after Tu Liang was imprisoned.

The new owner is a spice merchant named Tang Chenghai. It was not a cloth village that opened, but a spice that was sold.

I checked him too, and I didn't find anything wrong. ”

Di Ying heard this and smiled.

Smile and ask him, "No problem?" Are you sure? ”

These words and expressions stunned Cheng Ting, and asked rhetorically, "What can be the problem?" He was a merchant who had been traveling from place to place for many years, collecting and selling spices. After all, spices are more valuable things, and they need to be ......."

Cheng Ting didn't finish speaking, he slapped the table and stood up.

Hate stamped his foot and said, "Those who can afford spices are all nobles!" Damn, why didn't I think of it earlier?! ”

Cheng Ting was so angry that he burst into foul language, and the blood of the soldiers all over his body also exuded, and he was about to rush to find someone to settle the account.

Di Ying stretched her forehead and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

Cheng Ting: "......"

He braked sharply under his feet and ran back again.

Asked, "yes, who am I going to?" It's not illegal for people to sell spices. It's okay to open a new shop, just because he's a person who deals with nobles, do you think there's something wrong with him? If you tell me what's wrong with him, I'll know who I'm going to go to. ”

"No hurry,"

Di Ying put down his hand and stood up, stretching his waist widely.

Cheng Ting was so angry that he glared at him.

This is really a sudden stroke and a slow man. If it had been his soldiers, he would have thrown them on the roof to cool off.

No, as long as it's not Di Ying, he dares to throw it.

Di Ying didn't look at him, and when he put down his hand, he pulled him aside by the way.

Cheng Ting: "......"

He was seriously considering whether to throw Di Ying or throw himself.

Di Ying walked up to Tu Liang and asked, "Do you know who the owner of the 'Jinrong Cloth Village' is?" ”

Before Tu Liang could answer, Cheng Ting threw away his thoughts, chased after him, and asked strangely, "What are you asking him for?" He was a carpenter. ”

As a result, before the words fell, the carpenter nodded.

He replied, "The grass people know." ”

Cheng Ting: "...... How would you know? ”

Tu Liang: "The grass people's family was originally in the county seat, and they always received delicate and valuable work in the past. The proprietor of the 'Jinrong Cloth Village', the grass people, had seen it when they delivered the goods with their grandfather.

I heard my grandfather say: He is a wealthy businessman in the state city and the eldest master of the Sun family. ”

"Sun Qun! Is it called Sun Qun? Cheng Ting asked urgently.

Tu nodded: "That's the name." I heard that the Sun family is in the state city, and the main business is the cloth business. The grandfather of the grass people said that the Sun family's shops are open everywhere. ”

After listening to this, Cheng Ting began to circle around the room.

He said anxiously: "The Sun family can make the business bigger, and it is inseparable from Huang Ronggui. A good business suddenly withdrew from Yien County, which is sweeping the tail.

Tang Chenghai, a spice merchant, must also have something to do with Huang Ronggui. But why did they turn such a big bend to sweep the tail?

Just to wronged a little carpenter? At that time, the county magistrate of Yien County was a greedy guy, and he must have a connection with Huang Ronggui.

Need to make such a big turn? Can the cloth village be closed and resold? What's at stake?

Did Tu Liang and his brothers see that those two women are very important? ”

Speaking of this, Cheng Ting immediately thought of something.

He asked Xiang Diying, "Do you know how to paint portraits?" If you can, let Tu Liang say, you can help draw the appearance of the two women, and I will find someone to inquire. If you don't, I'll find an artist. ”

After saying "crackling", seeing Di Ying nodding, Cheng Ting immediately picked up the bookcase with one hand and put it in front of Di Ying.

I also started grinding ink.

Di Ying: "...... You're not too heavy, I'll be able to walk through it myself. ”

"Oh, what's going on, what's heavy? You're grinding to death. How can I move quickly? Cheng Ting replied without raising his head.

Di Ying was silent.

He laid out the paper, picked up the pen, and asked Tu Liang: "Do you remember the man covered in blood and what he looked like?" ”

Cheng Ting paused, and looked at ...... with his neck curled Wall.

I heard Tu Liang describe the person's appearance.

Di Ying opened the painting.

didn't wait for the painting to finish, just listening and listening to a rough idea, Cheng Ting, who pricked up his ears and didn't stop grinding ink with his hands, blurted out: "Lin Xianjun!" ”

Di Ying didn't answer.

He was silent and continued to paint.

Under Tu Liang's description, Di Ying drew Lin Xianjun's appearance when he was young one by one and meticulously.

Di Ying hadn't actually met Lin Xianjun, and he didn't understand why Lin Xianjun would write his own story for storytellers to spread.

Maybe Lin Xianjun heard about himself and admired himself? Unknown.

Di Ying won't pursue this either.

He just looked at Lin Xianjun's portrait and thought: Fifteen years ago, this person's injury must have something to do with his disappearance in November last year.

"Tu Liang, it can be seen that you have a good memory. In the course of your statement, when you mentioned the two women, you said, "You think it's over."

Have you already guessed that your injustice may have something to do with those two people? Do you remember what they looked like? ”

Di Ying put down Lin Xianjun's portrait and asked Tu Liang again.