Chapter 291: Wrong in the Broken Ice (3)
After a pause, he suddenly sighed. Said cautiously: "Miss Xiaoyang, do you mind if I go to warm up first?"
Xiao Yang couldn't help but smile and said, "Please come in." ”
Liu Shaoyan followed in, disdainfully pouting his mouth.
"I didn't stay in the house much yesterday, so I didn't add anything after the charcoal fire was extinguished," Xiao Yang hurriedly went to light the brazier, then turned inside, and when he came out, he took a set of half-used hand stoves, and before all the charcoal pieces were burned, he had already picked up a few red pieces and filled them in, and said, "Tang Gongzi will do it." He reached out and handed it over.
Canghai hesitated, and when he saw her hanging arm, he had to get up and take it, and said thank you, and his face turned red. Xiao Yang was used to being in the cabinet, and suddenly remembered the rule that it was inconvenient to hand in hand with a man, so he immediately blushed, stole a glance at Canghai, and couldn't help but twist his actions.
Liu Shaoyan turned his face angrily and went to the white ice lake.
Canghai saw a small stove pot in the corner of the house, so he asked, "Is there any tea?"
Xiao Yang was stunned and replied, "There are a lot of them." ”
Canghai asked to take some casually, and went to the small jar to draw a pot of water, and put it on the small stove to boil. Xiao Yang came back to help wash the tea set, and Canghai said: "You are tired for a day, sit down and rest, and wait for me to make tea for you to eat." ”
Xiao Yang sat down gratefully.
Canghai Hou Shui Kai, and continued the preface: "I thought it was strange yesterday, there are two strangulation marks on the neck of the corpse of the blue pipe, one deep and one light, and there are some corpse spots near the light color, that is, the blue pipe was strangled with deep traces in advance, and it was strangled with light-colored traces after a period of time after death. Suppose the murderer strangled the blue steward and left deep marks, and she had been dead for a period of time when she was hung up and changed the angle to leave a light mark, then what did the murderer do after strangling the blue steward and did not immediately hang her, what did the murderer do in the time between committing the murder and lifting the blue steward, and what could be more important than handling the scene and leaving quickly?"
Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled slightly.
Canghai continued: "I also saw an embroidered pier standing next to the blue steward's feet, which should have been arranged by the murderer here to be used as a suicide pad, and I found two wounds of the same shape on the edge of the embroidered pier and on the floor, indicating that the murderer disguised it very similarly, and kicked the embroidered pier down with his foot, but I don't know what it was used to stand up again." ”
With a slight wry smile, he opened the tin lid of the teapot and looked at it, and it was actually a high-grade Duyun hairy tip, about two taels. I couldn't help but say to myself: "There is such a good tea." ”
Xiaoyang said: "It is said that this tea is a tribute to the emperor, and my aunt is easy to get, no one in the pavilion knows what to say, and my aunt herself is reluctant to drink it." ”
Canghai said: "It's cheap for us." Brewing in a pot, he poured three lamps, put one in front of Xiao Yang, and said, "Brother Liu, do you want to drink?"
Liu Shaoyan glared at him and gritted his teeth and said, "What do you say?"
Canghai pushed the second one forward, and then took one for himself. Liu Shaoyan couldn't, so he sat down again and moved to the table to drink tea.
Suddenly, I heard a slight sobbing, but it was Xiao Yang holding the tea cup and bursting into tears.
Canghai was surprised: "Miss Xiaoyang, what's wrong with you?"
Xiao Yang shook his head and choked up: "Do you think Tang Gongzi is too good to me...... My aunt is gone, I don't know what will happen to me in the future, and if anyone will be nice to me......"
Canghai was poor in comfort, and said for a while: "The sky has no endless road ......"-
(To be continued......)