Old Qiao heaved a sigh of relief.
However, Li Cheng frowned and said to Jing Rong, "Why are you so strange? What crime of theft? What crime of deception? He's obviously the murderer! "
Jing Rong retorted, "Heir Cheng, how can you tell that he's the murderer?"
"He stole the clothes."
"So?"
"So …" Li Cheng was at a loss for words.
So what?
Just because he stole the clothes, he's the murderer?
That's too careless.
Jing Rong didn't want to explain too much to him, so he said to Old Qiao, "Why aren't you going to the yamen? Are you waiting to be charged with murder? "
"Yes, yes, yes …"
Old Qiao quickly picked up the clothes on the ground.
Then, he ran off!
Li Cheng wanted to shout, but Old Qiao was too fast and disappeared in a flash.
"Why did you let him go just like that? What if he doesn't go to the yamen? "Old Qiao asked worriedly.
Jing Rong said with certainty, "He wouldn't dare to not go."
"Why?" Li Cheng blinked and looked at him.
"Since he wants to return the clothes, he will naturally go to the yamen because he is afraid of death. If a person who is afraid of death really escapes, it will make him look guilty. Naturally, he will confess without being pressed. How can the yamen let him go? That's why he can only live if he goes to the yamen. "
So!
Li Cheng nodded.
That's true!
Then, he asked Jing Rong, "Oh right, where's that Young Master Ji? Why are you the only one here? "
Jing Rong didn't answer him, but turned to the people from the troupe. "Please bring me to that Young Master Ji."
"Alright!"
He led the two of them over.
Meanwhile, in Xiao Qu's room.
The doctor had just left, but the troupe members were still worried and hadn't dispersed yet.
Ji Yunshu asked Xiao Qu, "Miss Xiao Qu, may I ask you a question?"
Xiao Qu was already feeling much better. "Go ahead."
"What caused the red dot on your wrist?"
"Wrist?" Xiao Qu was a little surprised. She rolled up her sleeves and was stunned. "Huh? When did I come across a violet night flower? "
Violet night flower?
Ji Yunshu asked, "What's a violet night flower?"
Xiao Qu explained, "It's a type of leaf that usually grows in places that are more humid. Whenever I come into contact with it, these red spots will appear on my wrist, and they will only disappear after a long time. But … I haven't come into contact with the Violet Night Flower recently, so why are there red spots on my body?"
She was also puzzled.
Then she asked the maid beside the bed, "Did you see me touch it? Or did you pick the violet night flower? "
The maidservant shrank back. "Sister Xiaoqu, please don't joke around. That kind of flower is the flower of the dead. It grows beside graves and only blooms at night. Who would dare to pick it from a grave at night? I don't even want to touch it. It's so unlucky. Besides, Sister Xiaoqu, I've never seen you touch it before! "
It grew in places with heavy Yin energy, and it only bloomed at night next to graves!
Indeed, no one wanted to touch it.
Ji Yunshu didn't continue asking. She only told Miss Xiaoqu to rest well before leaving.
Jing Rong and Li Cheng were waiting for her outside.
"Little Master." Zhang Xiaobai called out to her.
Ji Yunshu glanced at him.
Jing Rong told her about what happened just now.
After listening, she asked, "In other words, Song Zhi isn't the murderer?"
"He should be!"
She said to Jing Rong with a grave expression, "I have to go to another place."
"Where?"
"The graveyard!"
… …
Old Qiao stumbled to the yamen with the pile of clothes in his arms and told Lord Zhuo what he had done.
Lord Zhuo slammed the table on the spot, wanting to throw him into prison.
"Milord, I didn't kill anyone. Why do you want to lock me up?"
"You didn't kill anyone, but you've committed the crime of deceit and theft. This official wants to throw him into prison. When the time is right, I'll give you a few more flogs."
What?
He still wants to beat me?
Old Qiao cried and screamed, but in the end, he was dragged away.
In the prison.
Zhang Xiaobai had been locked up for a day since morning.
Since he had nothing to do, he began to sing.
Song Zhi followed suit.
Song Zhi sat opposite him. Occasionally, he would squint his eyes and stare at Zhang Xiaobai with interest, quietly listening to him sing.
It had to be said that Zhang Xiaobai's singing skills were much better than Wang Jun.
If it weren't for Boss Zhao back then, Zhang Xiaobai would have already grown horns.
Song Zhi said, "Actually, you sing quite well."
Zhang Xiaobai replied, "Do I need you to tell me that?"
"When you get out, you'll have grown horns."
"Do I need you to tell me that?"
"Although I've never heard Wang Jun sing before, I like your tune the most."
"Do I need you to tell me that?" Zhang Xiaobai raised his head proudly and stared at the figure opposite him. He asked seriously, "Do you really like my tune?"
Song Zhi nodded seriously. "Yes, I'm serious."
"Then should I sing a few more lines?"
Song Zhi thought for a moment. "You'd better not sing anymore. You've already sung for the whole afternoon. Look, it's getting dark outside. Let's sleep early."
These words sounded really awkward! Zhang Xiaobai sighed. Through the small window above his head, he lamented, "Why do you think this world is so chaotic? Those who shouldn't have died are dead, and those who should have died are still alive. I was supposed to be a new singer, but I ended up being a substitute. I was supposed to replace Wang Jun, but now I'm locked up here.
Ah! Why is it so chaotic? "
The ways of the world!
Why is it so chaotic!
Zhang Xiaobai's words sounded like he was singing a tune.
It looked very miserable.
After Song Zhi heard this, he also looked at the small window. His eyes darkened slightly as he said, "Yeah, why is the world so chaotic?"
Zhang Xiaobai could understand him, but he had never understood Song Zhi's words.
He even felt that he and Song Zhi were not in the same world.
The two of them sighed inside for a while …
Suddenly —
The jailer escorted a person in.
Old Qiao was very obedient and did not make a fuss.
He allowed the jailer to bring him outside Song Zhi's cell.
Thus, Song Zhi and Zhang Xiaobai stood up together.
They walked to the wooden stake.
Zhang Xiaobai seemed to have a good relationship with the jailer as he asked, "Big Brother, did this person commit murder as well?"
The jailer said lazily, "No, he committed theft?"
"Theft? Who did he steal? "
"He stole Wang Jun's clothes."
"What?" Zhang Xiaobai was slightly surprised.
The jailer did not respond to him. Instead, he opened Song Zhi's cell and said to him, "Song Zhi, you can leave now."
Song Zhi was shocked. "I can leave now?"
"That's right. This person stole the bag that you returned to Song Zhi. He came to turn himself in. Sir said that you can leave now. Don't occupy the cell anymore and leave it to someone else."
The jailer pushed Old Qiao in.
After Old Qiao went in, he took Song Zhi's hand and said, "Song Zhi, I'm sorry. I caused you to sit in prison for a few days. I was blinded by greed and stole something."
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