An expert!
Bai Yin was, of course, an expert.
Back when he had followed Ma Yinghao on the Si Sai Grasslands and slaughtered his enemies, Li Cheng had been fooling around with women as the Crown Prince.
After all, there weren't many things on the grasslands.
Horses and sheep were the most common.
Bai Yin put on a cocky expression, "I'm not an expert, but I know a little more than you. “
Li Cheng smiled and bumped his horse, "Why don't you … teach me how to recognize horses?"
"I don't have time."
"Don't be so stingy!"
Bai Yin's expression darkened.
Li Cheng was bored and returned the fodder in his hand to Bai Yin, then cursed his Ferghana horse, "Eat, eat, eat. All you know is to eat. I spent so much silver to buy you, but you're just an ornament. I'll send you out to slaughter later."
"Neigh ~"
The Ferghana horse seemed to understand human speech and retreated a few times. "Neigh, neigh, neigh.
"You only know how to shout. Look at your neighbor's horse. It's eating quietly, and it's stronger than you. What's the use of you talking about it? No matter how good the color of its coat is, it's still trash. "
"Neigh ~"
"You still dare to tease me?"
"Neigh ~"
Li Cheng immediately found the waiter of the inn and wrote him an address. He then instructed him, "Send this horse to this place and tell them that I want to return it. If they dare to give me less than a single coin, I will hold you responsible."
"Huh?"
"What are you going to do? Hurry up and go. "Li Cheng took out some silver and gave it to the waiter.
The waiter was overjoyed when he received the silver. "Yes sir!"
Happily, he led the horse away.
Bai Yin finished feeding the horse, tied it up, and went to the front yard.
Li Cheng wiped his hands and hurriedly followed behind him, asking, "Are you going to find that young master? Which room is he staying in? "
"..."
"I mean no harm. I was the one who gave the White Bone Case to that young master, so I'm also involved."
"I didn't ask you to be nosy!"
Li Cheng said, "How is this nosy? If not for me, Lord Zhuo would have already judged the case. "
Should I thank you?
Bai Yin went upstairs and entered her room. She turned around and grabbed the door frame to block the door, "Crown Prince Cheng, stop!"
"I …"
"Bang!" Bai Yin slammed the door.
Li Cheng was given the cold shoulder.
The door almost hit his nose!
He rubbed his nose, his face full of awkwardness. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but then he put it down again. He looked around the inn and then rubbed his chin. "The inn isn't that big. I don't believe I can't find that young master."
He snorted.
Gone!
…
After Li Wenshu returned to the house, she sat there in silence, her eyes wandering.
What was he thinking?
Li Cheng went to her room with a rebuff.
As soon as she entered, she asked, "Sister? What happened to you? "
Li Wenshu remained silent.
Li Cheng poured himself a glass of water to drink.
The little maid who was tidying up the room said, "Just now, Miss was bumped into by someone on the stairs. She might have been frightened."
"Hit?"
"Yeah! But thanks to a young master who held Miss back, she was fine, otherwise … "
Before the maid could finish, Li Wenshu scolded, "You're too talkative."
The little maid lowered her head, did not dare to speak again, and hurried out.
Li Cheng asked worriedly, "Sister, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Did you fall somewhere? Should I ask someone to get a doctor? "
"No need!"
"Sister …"
Li Wenshu interrupted him, "Cheng, don't ask anymore. I'm really fine! You go out first, I want to be alone. "
Li Cheng looked at her expression, wanting to say something but hesitated …
In the end, he did not ask anymore and got up to leave.
As soon as the door was closed, Li Wenshu's eyes became more serious.
Her mind was full of the man's eyes.
So familiar!
Although she kept telling herself that it was not Du Mubai.
It was not Du Mubai!
But …
She always uncontrollably began to let her imagination run wild.
Deeper and deeper!
But she knew very well that Du Mubai was already dead.
Mubai, how good it would be if you were still alive!
… …
That night, Ji Yunshu spent almost four hours drawing the deceased man's portrait.
She had never seen Wang Jun, so she did not know whether the deceased was him or not.
She planned to go to the yamen tomorrow morning to verify it with Lord Zhuo!
Jing Rong calculated the time and thought that she should be done with her work, so he ordered the waiter to prepare a bowl of ginseng soup.
When he brought the ginseng soup to Ji Yunshu's room, she had already packed up her sandalwood box and was washing her hands.
"You must be tired. Come and have some soup and rest."
"Okay." She agreed.
Jing Rong put down the soup and looked at the portrait on the table.
He picked it up and looked at it.
Ji Yunshu's painting skills were as good as ever.
It was so lifelike!
The person in the portrait was also very handsome.
He said, "If this person is really Wang Jun, it's a pity."
Ji Yunshu washed her hands and came over. "What's a pity?"
"I heard that Wang Jun was a pillar of the Zhao family. He played the heartless man Liang Sheng in 'The Ghost Lady Buries Her Husband', so he must have had a smooth journey in the future.
That's true!
Ji Yunshu drank the soup and did not speak.
Jing Rong closed the portrait and asked again, "Do you have any clues about this case?"
She frowned. "I don't know … Do I have any clues? Or not. "
"Why do you say that?" She put down the spoon and seriously analyzed, "I've looked through the documents that Zhuo daren gave me. There are only some confessions written by people related to Song Zhi. Song Zhi's confession was like this: he said that Wang Jun was worried that his role as a young scholar would be taken over by a younger generation, so he went to find him to book the script for a novel. But you also said that after Wang Jun played the role of Liang Sheng in 'The Ghost Lady Buries Her Husband', he became a household name and did not need to worry about being replaced. Since that was the case, there was no need for him to look for Song Zhi to book a script. Moreover, it was late at night. Wasn't that strange? Therefore, Song Zhi's explanation was somewhat unreasonable. Moreover, he said that he went backstage to return the bag Wang Jun gave him. Because Wang Jun was not there, the bag was placed on Wang Jun's dressing table. However, when Lord Zhuo asked everyone in the troupe, they all said that they did not see the bag. If a thief sneaked backstage, why didn't he steal other valuables? Why did he steal a bag containing a few sets of clothes? But for no reason, why did the bag disappear? Could it be that the people in the troupe really lied? But who would be stupid enough to lie to the yamen for a bag? Wouldn't that be an even bigger crime?
Just based on the two points that Song Zhi mentioned, there are indeed mistakes and omissions. It is really hard to believe. "
She sighed.
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