Fang Tong slowly recalled the incident. He said, "That year, Du Mubai was disqualified from being a student, so he was unhappy for a few days. He stayed in his room every day and didn't go out. Moreover, he fell and injured his ankle. It was inconvenient for him to walk, so he could only rest and read books in his room. At that time, we didn't think that he had any thoughts of committing suicide! One day, on the day of his death, it was also snowing. He went out early in the morning. At that time, Jiang Wen, Bing Zheng, and I went to the bookstore. The owner of the bookstore could testify for us. We went back in the evening. As soon as we opened the door, we saw Du Mubai hanging himself in the room. We were scared. It took us a lot of effort to put him down from the ceiling. Then, we reported it to the authorities. The officials came to check the room, but there were no traces of movement. Moreover, the coroner confirmed that Du Mubai had indeed committed suicide.
There was nothing unusual about it. "
Ji Yunshu listened attentively to his explanation. She frowned and asked, "Why did it take so much effort to put him down?"
"Because the rope was too high for us to reach!"
Oh!
"Then, did he have any signs of suicide in the days before? For example, did he say anything strange?"
"I won't hide it from you. Du Mubai felt ashamed of his inferiority after stealing Bingzheng's poem. Moreover, we lived in the same room, so he didn't talk to us at all."
It was no wonder.
Du Mubai was a gifted scholar. Due to his talent, he was appreciated by Marquis Pingyang. Such a person's reputation was tarnished because of the theft. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he wouldn't be able to pretend that nothing had happened.
After Du Mubai was disqualified from being a student, he had nowhere to go. He could only continue to stay in his room.
Ji Yunshu's heart sank.
She pondered over Fang Tong's words.
'I hope I can find some clues!'
At this time, Bingzheng was brought in.
He was thin and weak, so he walked very slowly.
His thin clothes weren't enough to resist the cold wind outside.
He had a stooped back and his hands were tucked into his sleeves. He didn't look like a scholar at all.
The guard brought him in. "Milord, he is Bingzheng. There's no mistake this time."
He deliberately emphasized.
He couldn't afford to make any more mistakes. Otherwise, he would waste a lot of time!
Once Bing Zheng entered, he didn't look at anyone and kept his head down.
When Song Zhi saw him, he was shocked. "It's you?"
Hey hey hey! How do you know him?
He was really 'knowledgeable'!
Everyone turned to look at him.
Song Zhi hurriedly explained, "I've met Young Master Bing twice and had some words with him."
Hearing that, Fang Tong and Jang Wen's expressions changed greatly.
He was extremely nervous!
It was as if he had done something wrong.
The two of them secretly tugged at each other's clothes.
This scene was witnessed by Ji Yunshu. She dared to confirm that there was something fishy going on between the two of them. They were hiding something from her.
However, if he were to ask them directly, they would definitely not say anything.
Bing Zheng was indifferent towards Song Zhi's words. He lifted his head to look at Song Zhi and said, "I don't know you."
What?
How could he not recognize him?
Song Zhi felt terrible and hurriedly said, "It's me, we've met before."
"I've never seen you before."
"…" Song Zhi couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. He reminded him, "We met at the poetry meeting. Just today, I went to the study room to look for Brother Fang and ran into you. Do you remember?"
He wanted to dig out Bing Zheng's memory.
He had to recognize him!
They clearly knew each other.
Bing Zheng sneered and pulled his hands deeper into his sleeves. He said, "Young Master, please don't recognize me so casually."
It was as if he didn't know Song Zhi at all.
Song Zhi was confused. Could it be that there was someone who looked exactly like him? But even the tone was the same. They were the same person.
When he was about to open his mouth to say something …
Li Cheng interrupted him, "Enough. You bookworm, you're too strange. Why do you know everyone? He already said that he didn't know you, but you still keep sticking to him. "
Song Zhi was embarrassed. Only then did he remember that he had something serious to do.
He took two steps back.
He said apologetically, "I'm really sorry. I was impolite just now."
He didn't say anything else.
After this little interlude, Ji Yunshu walked to Bing Zheng and said, "Young Master Bing, don't be nervous. I didn't ask you to come here because you committed a crime. I just want to ask you about the incident where Du Mubai stole your poem."
Bing Zheng was very calm.
It was as if he had already guessed it.
"Ask away, Milord."
His voice was very deep, as if it came from the abyss.
Ji Yunshu asked, "Everyone knows that Du Mubai is a talented scholar. His poems and essays are all first-rate. Why would he steal your poem?"
"Milord, you don't believe me?"
"That's not what I mean. I just want to know more." Ji Yunshu said.
Bing Zheng raised his head and looked at Fang Tong and Jiang Wen, who were still nervous. He said, "They can testify that they saw me write that poem with their own eyes."
Fang Tong and Jiang Wen suddenly became the focus of attention.
The two were startled.
They swallowed their saliva.
"Yes, we saw Bing Zheng write that poem with our own eyes. Du Mubai stole it."
His voice was trembling.
Jing Rong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth. "If that's the case, why are you two so nervous?"
"We …"
"Could there be another reason behind this?" Jing Rong's voice was neither loud nor soft, and it sounded very calm.
Fang Tong and Jiang Wen's expressions became unsightly, and their guilty conscience was obvious.
Compared to Jiang Wen, Fang Tong was slightly calmer. He quickly said, "We didn't hide anything! That's the truth. That poem was indeed written by Bing Zheng. Since Du Mubai and Du Mubai are already dead, it's inevitable that we are a little scared when we mention this matter. After all, we can't offend the spirits of the dead. "
This reason was barely acceptable.
Jing Rong smiled. He didn't believe it at all.
He had seen more people than they had eaten salt. Whether they were humans or ghosts, he could tell at least a little.
However, he didn't have any evidence, so he couldn't ask further.
The smile on his face made Fang Tong and Jiang Wen not dare to look at him directly. They immediately looked away.
Then, Fang Tong added, "Regarding this matter, Bingzheng knows best. After all, Du Mubai stole his poem."
She threw the whole thing back to Bing Zheng, untouched.
Under everyone's watchful eyes …
Bing Zheng suddenly recited a poem.
"In the fourth month, the catkins fly in the air. Old people smell the lake. Orchid and bamboo fight in the spring rain. A small bridge shows the south of the Yangtze River."
Huh?
After reciting …
Bing Zheng said, "This is my poem."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
