Old Master Zhang was dead?
That was a famous merchant in Anfu County!
He was a famous merchant in Anfu County!
It was said that today was Old Master Zhang's sixtieth birthday, and he was holding a grand birthday banquet in his mansion. Half of the famous people in the county were invited, and there were also many nobles who came from other places. The entire mansion was almost filled with tables.
Just the gifts alone were enough to fill two large rooms!
It was a grand occasion.
Old Master Zhang appeared to be a polite person on the surface, but he was actually very stingy. He did not even let out a single ingot of silver.
He was known as the 'miser'!
For this birthday banquet, he even invited many opera troupes to perform, with dancing and singing. He even spent a lot of money to invite a troupe from afar to perform.
Who would have thought that he would collapse in the middle of the performance.
He died on the spot!
At this moment, the Zhang Estate was in a mess, and many people were shocked.
Liu Zhiliang was stunned when he heard the news.
A yamen runner beside him reminded him, "Milord, are we going to Zhang Estate now?"
"Of course. Bring some men with you and lock down Zhang Estate, then inform Rong Zuo to go and take a look."
"Yes."
The yamen runner hurried off.
Liu Zhiliang cupped his hands and bowed to Jing Rong, "Your Highness, this is too sudden, this lowly official …"
"Go on with your work, this prince will not disturb you any further. Your men do not need to escort this prince back."
"Yes."
Jing Rong looked at the two trembling servants kneeling on the ground. His eyes narrowed maliciously, and he left with Shi Ziran.
On the way back …
Shi Ziran was curious, "Your Highness, is this another unsolved case?"
"You want to know?"
"I'm just curious."
Jing Rong sneered, "Maybe Old Master Zhang ate too much and died. What unsolved case? How can there be so many unsolved cases in this world?"
Shi Ziran nodded.
He smiled sheepishly.
It was already two hours later when he returned to the inn.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ji Yunshu sitting inside waiting for him.
The corners of his lips curled into an evil grin. He sent Shi Ziran out and turned to close the door.
He thought that he was in a wolf's den, and this woman had delivered herself to his doorstep!
'Waiting for me? 'he asked.
"Brother Lang said you went to the yamen?"
"Yes, I went to see the county magistrate, Liu Zhiliang."
"I heard someone died in the Zhang Mansion?" Ji Yunshu asked directly, her tone indifferent.
Jing Rong chuckled. "News travels fast." Then, he sat down beside her and said in a commanding tone, "Listen up. We'll set off tomorrow morning."
In other words, she was not allowed to meddle in other people's business!
Naturally, Ji Yunshu understood his meaning.
She simply smiled and poured two cups of tea. She pushed one of them to him and stood up to leave.
However, she had barely taken two steps when her wrist was caught and pulled forcefully. Her body fell into Jing Rong's broad chest. Taking advantage of the fall, her waist was also tightly gripped by his arm.
He couldn't break free!
Their bodies were stuck together.
One tall and one short!
One big and one small!
Before Ji Yunshu could regain her composure, her chin was lifted by his finger.
Their gazes met, and their eyes met!
"You're leaving just like that?"
She raised her eyebrows. "What else can I do?"
Jing Rong revealed a jealous expression. "That brat Wei Yi has been dominating you all along the way. It's hard for this Prince to talk to you. Since you've delivered yourself to me, you're like a lamb in my mouth. How can I … push you away?"
As he spoke, he still lowered his body and gently pressed his forehead against hers.
His domineering gaze was filled with affection.
Ji Yunshu's body went limp, but she didn't forget to lean back.
Unfortunately, Jing Rong's grip on her waist was very firm.
"Little vixen, don't even think of escaping. This Prince will eat you up tonight."
"Nonsense."
"Whether it's nonsense or not, we'll know after we do it."
His lips pressed closer …
Ji Yunshu immediately pushed against his chest with both hands and pushed him a few inches away.
She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. "It's already very late. You should rest early."
She struggled to get up.
Unexpectedly …
A square, flat wooden tablet fell out of her sleeve.
Thud!
It fell to the ground.
Ji Yunshu wanted to pick it up, but Jing Rong beat her to it.
He touched it with his fingers. It was very smooth, and the four corners were polished smooth. The color of the wooden tablet was like a blurry ink.
There was an exquisite pattern in the middle.
Can't tell it's words? Or flowers?
"What's this?" He waved it in his hand.
Ji Yunshu snatched it back and quickly tucked it into her sleeve. She said calmly, "It's just an ordinary small wooden tablet."
Jing Rong obviously didn't believe her.
"If it's ordinary, why are you so nervous?"
"Is it?"
"It's written all over your face." Jing Rong was puzzled. He frowned. "Could it be that this thing was also a gift from Wei Yi's father?"
How embarrassing!
Ji Yunshu immediately explained, "This is a memento left by my mother. I've always carried it with me. I can't lose it."
Jing Rong was rendered speechless by her words.
Ji Yunshu took the opportunity to slip away.
Jing Rong was left in the room feeling vexed.
Just now, he should have thrown that woman onto the bed and ended it once and for all.
The fat meat that was about to reach his mouth fell into the gutter.
He sighed and went to bed.
The next morning.
On the first floor of the inn.
The place was abuzz.
"Did you hear? Old Master Zhang died last night. "
"I heard about it last night. Old Master Zhang was celebrating his birthday at the estate and invited many people. They were watching the show, but he suddenly fell to the ground halfway through. When they checked, they found out that he was dead."
"Did his illness relapse?"
"Old Master Zhang was in good health. Why would his illness relapse?"
At this moment, someone interrupted in a low voice. "I heard that the yamen sent a coroner to examine the corpse and found out that Old Master Zhang died of poisoning. It turns out that the teacup was poisoned. The culprit has been found and sent to the yamen."
"Who's the culprit?"
"I think it's someone from the opera troupe. It's a young lady, and she's one of the pillars of the troupe. She's from the Southern Opera Troupe. Yes, it's the Southern Opera Troupe. That young lady is called Zhan Mo. Old Master Zhang specially invited her for his birthday."
The crowd sighed. "Oh my, what kind of grudge is this? Why must she kill someone? "
"Who knows?"
The crowd gathered around the table to discuss the matter.
Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong were also eating on the first floor, so they heard every word.
The culprit was Zhan Mo?
The young lady who fainted at the inn in the mountains?
Ji Yunshu pondered, but Jing Rong didn't seem to care.
He ate and drank as he should.
He even said coldly, "Those who live long, their ears don't hear, and their mouths don't speak. Those who live short, steal, and talk too much. "
No one knew who he was talking to. It was just a sentence that came out of nowhere.
Ji Yunshu understood what he meant.
She closed her ears and pretended that she didn't hear it.
However, Mo Ruo suddenly put down his chopsticks, stood up, and walked towards the group of people who were still discussing.
He opened the door and sat down.
He even poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and asked those people, "The Southern City Opera House? What kind of troupe is it? "
The crowd stared at him. Who is this kid?
But everyone had a gossipy heart, so they ignored this question and started to discuss it.
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