No one said anything.
Li Cheng, however, understood. He narrowed his eyes and said, "So, the culprit must be someone who has a grudge against them and hates them to the core."
That's right!
Lord Zhuo quickly ordered, "Men, investigate immediately. Find out who had a grudge against Wang Jun and Zhao Zhuanger, and they hate them to the core. If you find anyone suspicious, bring them to the yamen for questioning. It's better to catch the wrong person than to let the wrong one go. "
It was a great deterrent!
Seven or eight bailiffs received the order and hurried off.
Now that the scope was narrowed, they would be able to catch the culprit as soon as possible.
Lord Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief.
Once the case was closed, Heir Cheng would be gone. He no longer had to worry about it.
"Teacher Ji, if this case can be closed, your contribution will not go unnoticed. This official is fair in rewarding and punishing. I will not mistreat you."
Ji Yunshu cupped her hands in greeting. "The case has not been fully investigated. Lord Zhuo's words are a bit premature."
"No, no. As long as we find the person who had a grudge against the deceased and interrogate them one by one, we will definitely find the culprit."
"If only it was that simple."
"What do you mean?"
"Lord Zhuo, please make it convenient for me. I want to go to the prison to see Song Zhi."
"Huh?" Lord Zhuo was puzzled. "Why do you want to see him? Song Zhi's confession has already been shown to you. It's all written on it without missing a single word. "
"I have something else to ask him personally."
… …
Meanwhile, in the inn.
Li Wenshu was reading a book in her room. There was a small stick of incense burning in the incense burner beside her.
The fragrance filled the room, refreshing the mind and heart.
It made one feel more at ease.
She had loved reading since she was a child. Once she started reading, she would easily fall into a trance.
She could not tolerate any disturbances.
However, the sound of a sword could be heard outside the window.
It made her feel very uncomfortable.
She couldn't bear to read anymore.
She put down the book and walked to the window. She pushed it open and looked down.
She wanted to see who the 'culprit' was.
She saw a man practicing swordsmanship in the backyard of the inn.
His movements were nimble and his steps were powerful. The black sword in his hand was like a flowing cloud, drawing several perfect arcs in the air.
The white light on the edge of the sword gradually faded away like a meteor chasing after its tail …
The way the man swung his sword was quite charming.
Although he was not the kind of person who was very handsome, because he had been in the Jianghu all year round and lived in the Sisai Grasslands for so many years, his cold and stern eyes showed that he did not allow strangers to approach him, but it also gave people a sense of security.
This person was none other than a stranger.
It was Bai Yin!
Li Wenshu tightened her grip on the windowsill.
His heart thumped a few times.
Then, for some strange reason, he went out of the door and headed for the backyard.
When Bai Yin saw her, she immediately stopped what she was doing. She sheathed her longsword and prepared to leave.
"Young Master, please wait!" Li Wenshu called out to him.
Hearing this, Bai Yin stopped in her tracks. She turned around to look at Gu Ruoyun and asked, "Miss, is something the matter?"
"Thank you for your help yesterday."
"It's nothing!"
"My name is Li Wenshu. May I know your name?"
Bai Yin saw her sitting with Li Cheng this morning, and Li Cheng even called her 'Elder Sister'.
It could be seen that the two were brother and sister!
He didn't like Li Cheng in the first place, so he didn't like Li Wenshu much either.
However, since a woman had asked him such a question, as a man, he would seem petty if he didn't answer.
So, he replied, "Bai Yin."
"Bai Yin?" Li Wenshu repeated softly.
"If there's nothing else, Miss, I'll be on my way."
"Wait."
Bai Yin's back was facing her.
Li Wenshu stared at his back, wanting to say something but hesitating.
After a long while, Bai Yin left without saying a word.
She walked quickly and disappeared after turning a corner.
Li Wenshu had a complicated expression on her face. She clenched her fists tightly in her robes.
She stood there for a long time …
Meanwhile, in the prison cell.
Song Zhi sat on a straw mat in the cell, his expression calm.
Both his hands were shackled.
He picked up a wet straw and twirled it around his fingertips a few times.
Then, he poked the ground lightly.
I wonder what he's writing?
He's been very quiet ever since he was locked up. He doesn't seem to have any intention of struggling.
There's no sign of fear in his eyes!
Actually, it's not a bad thing to be locked up here. At least he doesn't have to worry about his three meals a day. If he were at home, he probably wouldn't even be able to cook.
He even had an even weirder idea. If the yamen gave him a square table and four treasures of the study, he would rather stay in prison and write for the rest of his life than leave.
After all, he could have three full meals!
After an unknown amount of time, he gently placed the straw to the side.
On the ground, there was a line of very delicate handwriting — "Sorrowful Singing, Walking Alone".
The corners of his lips curled into a smile, thinking that he'd written these seven words very well.
He liked to scrutinize.
He took a deep breath and looked up at the narrow window above him.
Light shone through the window, illuminating his handsome face.
Coupled with a cold breeze, it was very comfortable.
"Sage Confucius and Mencius, where is the gentleman?"
He dragged out the last word.
He sighed deeply.
At this moment —
Light footsteps could be heard from outside the prison cell.
It approached from afar and stopped outside his cell.
He didn't turn around to look, but asked calmly, "Is it the time?"
But it was already past noon. Even if he wanted to behead him, it would be tomorrow.
The person behind him replied, "This case hasn't been decided yet. It's not time for you to be beheaded yet."
Huh?
He heard a somewhat familiar voice and slowly turned around, meeting Ji Yunshu's eyes.
"It's you?"
"Who else did Young Master Song think it was?"
Song Zhi got up from the ground and walked to the wooden stake. He smiled awkwardly, "I thought it was the official who wanted to take me to the market."
What a scholar!
Ji Yunshu asked, "Are you really not afraid of death?"
"I am!" He said, "But people must die!"
Ji Yunshu felt that this person was very interesting.
If she could befriend him, it might not be a bad thing.
She said, "This one admires Young Master Song's temperament."
"You're exaggerating!" He smiled and asked, "Young Master, do you already know who that skeleton is?"
"I've already investigated it."
"Is it really the King?"
Ji Yunshu nodded and told him everything.
Song Zhi was shocked.
"How could it be such a sad story?" He sighed, feeling that it was a pity. He asked again, "Young Master, why are you in prison …"
Ji Yunshu said, "Because I have something to ask you."
"Ask away. As long as I know, I will tell you."
"It's about the play 'Ghost Lady Buries her Husband'!"
"Huh?" Song Zhi was puzzled.
Ji Yunshu didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "This play was written by you. When you wrote it, Wang Jun was still alive, but the story coincides with his experiences, as if it was written for him." “
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