At dusk, an autumn rain quietly arrived.

The rain was cool and scattered on the rooftops of the ancient city, wetting the two main streets that crisscrossed the city, and the back gardens of some wealthy families were not spared, and were being washed by the rain.

Lin Haoran brought the bamboo chair from Changlin Village and placed it in the flower hall, put his feet on the guardrail, facing the humid air in his face, looking at the dripping rain in the back flower courtyard, and completely emptying his mind.

The case that has been going on for several days has made his brain unbearable, so he took advantage of this rainy day to stay here and enjoy his leisure secretly. Especially now that the two suspects have been put in prison, there is no need to rush to kill or kill them.

Autumn rain is actually very similar to spring rain, but the temperature is about the same, but spring rain gives people warmth, while autumn rain gives people coolness. Things in the world are like this, and what you think is so different may actually be the same.

It was when I was in a daze that I suddenly heard some movement behind me. He didn't pay attention to it at first, but he only knew that someone had come to the flower hall, and there were faint two or three people.

I thought that the other party was afraid of disturbing him, so he didn't greet him, but when he heard the slightly domineering voice ordering Yahuan to serve tea, he knew that it was a misunderstanding, and the dare lover didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

Maybe it's time to eliminate the hatred, maybe it's the girl who is the tiger girl who influenced him, or maybe it's because this woman is more eye-catching, he doesn't have much hatred for Mrs. Jiang anymore.

In fact, in retrospect, the conflict originated between the two villages, and there was indeed no irreconcilable hatred among individuals. Just like he and Jiang Ronghua, they are still good friends.

Lin Haoran's spirit has gradually been fully cultivated, and his mind is also clear at this time. When he heard the footsteps of the girl delivering tea, he couldn't help but turn his head and look over there.

Mrs. Jiang was wearing brown clothes, embroidered with white flower patterns on the straight placket, coiled with a delicate woman's hairstyle, with three golden hairpins inserted on it, showing the nobility, the modified willow eyebrows, the pair of Danfeng eyes with a cold gaze, the bridge of the nose was high, the teeth and lips were white, and the body revealed an elegant temperament.

The snow-white skin on the neck is as delicate as a girl, but the figure is graceful, especially the chest is a very rare proud erection in this era, even if it is concealed by the dark and thick clothes, people still can't help but pounce.

Especially compared with the two skinny maids, she is simply a poison to mature men, which makes people instantly intoxicated. Those who are not strong-willed will probably kneel under her pomegranate skirt and be willing to die for her.

At this time, she sat upright on the seat and drank tea, her jade fingers were like green onions, her demeanor was dignified and elegant, looking at the aura she exuded, she was even more like a hostess than the hostess here.

When Lin Haoran turned his head to look at the past, he lost his mind for a while, but he was also experienced in the battlefield for a long time, and quickly suppressed his restless heart, looked at the gray sky and said: "A rainy day is not a guest day!" ”

"Since Lord Fuzun has such a leisurely mood, it is better to compose a poem for Mrs. Ben!" Mrs. Jiang didn't know that he was turning around and bombarding her, but she said it lightly.

In the face of Lin Haoran's bombardment, Mrs. Jiang turned his difficulties into invisible with just one sentence.

"I'm sorry, I never do anything good when it's not good!" Lin Haoran moved the bamboo chair to a position and said his principles of doing things to her seriously.

Mrs. Jiang glanced at him, not disgusted by his mercenary nature, but felt a little surprised, but said with a smile: "If your poems can satisfy Mrs. Ben, I will reward you with a clue, which is about the bloody case of the Chen family!" ”

Lin Haoran originally wanted to ridicule Mrs. Xia Jiang, so naturally she would not waste good poems on this woman in vain, but the bait suddenly thrown by the other party was quite tempting.

Mrs. Jiang saw his reaction in her eyes, picked up the tea cup on the table, held the tea lid with her jade fingers, flicked the tea, glanced at him and said, "You should know that the Chen family's bloody case is different from the case you turned over before, it is not only beneficial to your political achievements, but also may add a lot of money to the government." ”

Hey?

Lin Haoran glanced up at this woman unexpectedly, and found that this woman should not be underestimated.

Why he has not been keen on the reversal of the cases that Hu Niu got before, but wants to solve two big cases, this political achievement is on the one hand, and on the other hand, he sees the potential benefits contained in Chen's treasury.

Leizhou Mansion was only an inferior government in Guangdong before, and the treasury was extremely cold. If the dirty money can be recovered, it is definitely a large amount, which will definitely make the silver treasury of the Leizhou Mansion full, and also use it to expand the Leizhou wharf.

"Really?" Although Lin Haoran suspected that she might not have clues, she was still moved at the moment, eager that she really had clues.

"When has Lady Ben lied to someone!" Mrs. Jiang took a sip of tea and said in a haughty tone.

Lin Haoran stared for a moment, followed her eyes to meet, and finally was convinced. It's not that her eyes are honest, but the arrogance that is revealed, which makes people have to dispel suspicions.

There are two kinds of people in the world who are the least able to deceive people, one is an honest person, and the other is a person with a haughty temperament, and Mrs. Jiang obviously belongs to the latter.

When Lin Haoran was sure that he could trade, he also stood up from the bamboo chair and faced the back flower courtyard in the rain, but he didn't know whether to brew emotions or find inspiration.

After a while, he turned around, looked at Mrs. Jiang confidently, and then gently recited the poem, but it was a modern poem. But I don't know if I was stingy, so I found a modern poem to "fool" Mrs. Jiang.

It's just that as soon as he opened his mouth, Mrs. Jiang's action of dialing the tea stopped, no longer pretending to be careless, but looked up at Lin Haoran in amazement.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

It's long, long

Lonely rain alley

I hope it will be

A clove like that

A girl with a grudge

She is

The color of lilacs

Lilac-like fragrance

Lilac-like sorrow

Wailing in the rain

Complaining and hesitating

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley

Holding an oil-paper umbrella

Like me

……

The autumn rain was pouring down, and in the flower hall, an emotional voice sounded slowly. Gradually, the eyes of the two people met, and then their hearts also met, as if they were standing in the rain alley with oil-paper umbrellas and looking at each other affectionately.

Some people like bold war songs, some people like euphemisms, and some people like patriotic poems.

This kind of poetry is undoubtedly eccentric in this era. It's just the artistic conception expressed in the poem, but it is so poignant, especially for a lonely person like Mrs. Jiang, this poem seems to hit her heart, so that she was attracted to it at once.