There was silence at the table.

The two women had different expressions and silently appreciated the words.

"Is the sorrow of separation leading to the south of the Yangtze River..." The cold and cold girl in palace clothes silently thought about it for a moment, and her voice was not so cold: "The words are good."

The middle-aged female officer looked curious, catching the keyword: "Yue girl?"

Rong Zhen was calm, and pointed at the red cloth: "The handwriting is the handwriting of the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower."

The middle-aged female officer's eyes lit up.

But when she took a closer look at the sample reconstructed from the ink characters, she exclaimed, "What kind of handwriting is this? What kind of pen is it written with?"

Rong Zhen frowned slightly: "Actually, it's better to have distinctive features. It's easy to identify directly. In addition... I'll give it another try to see who it is."

She suddenly stretched out her hand, brushed her fingers over the strangely written ink characters on the red cloth, and quickly pinched her fingers under her wide sleeves with her other hand.

Close your eyes tightly, as if to deduce some kind of secret.

The middle-aged female officer saw that in front of her, the youngest "beautiful girl" of Si Tianjian, there was a crimson stream flowing on the snowy skin of her neck, and the cuffs of the girl's palace skirt were shining brightly... It was as if Rong Zhen knew that her eyelashes were trembling.

, she was doing something, she was in high spirits, smiled, and looked forward to it in her eyes.

"Well……"

But the next moment, the cold and cold girl in palace clothes snorted on the spot, and a line of red blood slowly flowed from the corner of her lips.

"How is that possible!" Rong Zhen stumbled unsteadily. She was forced to hold down the edge of the greasy table in front of her because of mysophobia. She opened her eyes and lowered her head, staring at the strange handwriting on the red cloth. Her little face was full of surprise and confusion:

"That which cannot be known, cannot be expected, and cannot be deduced?"

This is the first time Rong Zhen has encountered such a situation since he was promoted to the Yin Yang Family Qi Practitioner with his evil talent.

The reaction was even more bizarre than discovering that this calm suspect had the ability to conceal his energy, and that he was also a talented poet.

Rong Zhen touched the corners of his lips with his fingers, lowered his head, and looked at the bright red blood on his fingertips with a dazed look on his face.

First time.

Her mouth was a little dry, so she turned her head and looked at the middle-aged female officer who was also shocked for a while, and the latter swallowed silently.

At this moment, at the corner of the busy street downstairs, a group of blue-clad headhunters loomed.

They seemed to be the criminal agents of Longcheng County Government, led by an old county captain surnamed Yan.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Rong Zhen silently wiped away the blood from her lip with her thumb by the window. She took a deep breath and regained her cold expression. She folded the red cloth, turned around and handed it to the middle-aged female officer, giving detailed instructions:

"You continue to stay. First, check the suspects who have stayed in this seat before and are registered in the restaurant. Use their handwriting to identify them. If there are no clues, expand the scope and check the handwriting.

"In addition... don't bring anyone from the local government with you this time. Even if they are experienced old catchers, don't join them. Our people will investigate alone."

The middle-aged female officer whispered: "What the female historian means is..."

Rong Zhen's expression was very serious, living up to his previous indifference: "Just in case."

After thinking for a moment, she asked again: "Where is Zhao Rushi's body now?"

"Dagushan, Donglin Temple."

Rong Zhen nodded.

The next moment, the beautiful figure in front of the table disappeared.

…

Night, Donglin Temple, Sanhuiyuan.

Ever since I met Ouyang Rong.

Ah Qing never asked Ouyang Rong what he wanted to do when he came back.

Ouyang Rong didn't take the initiative either.

The two have a tacit understanding.

Ah Qing carefully put away his autumn clothes and baggage.

Ouyang Rong walked around Sanhuiyuan for a while and helped Yun Niang with some heavy housework.

After a while, Liu Mu woke up, and Ah Qing and Yun Niang immediately gathered around and started busy.

Seeing the arrival of Ouyang Rong, who was equivalent to the "son-in-law", Liu's mother was naturally happy. She was about to get up tremblingly, but was gently pressed down by Ouyang Rong.

We chatted for a while.

Ouyang Rong accompanied them and had a meal together.

Liu's mother likes to ask questions about the parents' affairs, but Yun Niang is a little reserved.

Ah Qing, on the other hand, was immersed in cooking and listened carefully to the conversation between her mother and Ouyang Rong. She seemed to have a big appetite today and was eating particularly well, which made Ouyang Rong smile and frequently pick up food for her.

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was cheerful.

Ouyang Rong asked a few questions whether Magistrate Diao often came to visit them.

Yun Niang replied immediately:

"Well, Magistrate Diao comes to visit every half ten days, but these two days are an exception. He came one more time, the day before yesterday. I heard that some corpse was being sent up the mountain, and there was a ceremony to be performed on the mountain. Magistrate Diao stopped by to visit my mother-in-law.

"

"Corpse?" Mother Liu seemed to have heard this for the first time, and she couldn't help but look curious.

Yun Niang nodded and sighed:

"A few days ago, on Di Gong Street in the county, a foreign official passed by and lost his head in the street. He really lost his head. He was still riding his horse, and his head fell in front of the fruit and vegetable stall. I don't know why.

The county government couldn't figure out who had done it. After a few days of delay, some people began to wonder if there were ghosts and gods at work.

"Since the fall of the Liu family and the eradication of obscene rituals, our county is no longer interested in practicing rituals, but the people in Jishui County still believe in it.

"So the family members who came over discussed it with the county government and decided to send the body of the out-of-town official to Dagushan and let the eminent monks from Donglin chant sutras to save him...

"It seems that the corpse is still lying in the Buddhist temple. Fortunately, it is cold in autumn. If it is a hot day, the monks who have saved it will suffer. Abbot Shandao is busy with the ceremony of salvation. It seems that he will be buried in the next two days."

"I see."

The old woman patted Ouyang Rong on the shoulder, with a worried look on her face:

"We were still fighting last month, and this happened again this month. We are getting more and more restless these days, so we have to be careful outside."

"good."

Yun Niang talked about the so-called ghosts and gods with great interest, which made Ah Qing shrink his head, but Liu Mu listened with a solemn expression.

Only Ouyang Rong was calmly eating.
Chapter completed!