Using scandals to hype yourself as a goddess and a male god, does this turn shit into gold? Definitely; Exchanging hue and flesh for power and money in the hands of the powerful turns shit into gold? Definitely; Using specious, vulgar and vulgar works to cater to and induce those dark, obscene, evil, and ugly things in the hearts of the public, does this turn shit into gold? Definitely; Using his connections to drag his children into the entertainment industry, is this trying to turn shit into gold, I think it is, at least partially. Everyone knows that many people have had a dream of art since childhood, sweating, struggling painfully on the road of professionalism, and even being subjected to unspoken rules, but in the end, how many people can enter the entertainment industry? But some people can easily become the center of the public eye overnight. Don't you feel the increasingly hereditary wind in the entertainment industry?

The more shit there is, the dirtier the air, the more disgusting days there are, and the most terrifying thing is that some people don't even know it.

The above is the author's fugue.

To get back to the point, now, in the face of Huijue, in addition to being hateful and pitiful, what remains is disgusting.

Ten minutes later, Huijue returned to normal.

The interrogation continued

"Huijue, can we continue?"

"That's it." Hui Jue whispered, her voice a little hoarse.

"Go ahead and explain!"

"Where did I confess?"

"When you arrange Jingping to be in the Quiet Courtyard, it is when you become addicted to smoking."

"I really can't stay up, I can't sleep in the night, there are many worms crawling in my bones, the night I arranged Jingping into the quiet courtyard, Zhizhen gave me a small packet of Fushou ointment."

"Tell me what happened that night."

"That night, I arranged for Jingping to take a bath in fragrant soup, and only after seeing Jingping take off his clothes and walk into the bathtub did he give me Fushou ointment."

"What happened that night?"

"That night, nothing happened."

"Nothing happened?"

"yes, it couldn't have happened that night."

"Why is that?"

"Because the next day I have to shave Jingping. At this time, let Jingping disappear, which will definitely arouse the suspicion of others. The next day will be shaved, at this time, Jingping will not leave the Mingchen Temple. ”

"That night, when Jingping was bathing in the Quiet Courtyard, was Zhizhen in the Quiet Courtyard?"

"Didn't I say it just now, after seeing Jingping take off her clothes and walk into the bathtub, she gave me the Fushou ointment."

"Where is Zhizhen staying?"

"Under the shrine."

"Under the shrine?"

"Open the entrance to the dark room, and there will be just enough room for a person to stand under the shrine."

There was indeed a little space under the shrine, but Ouyang Ping didn't particularly care about the height of the space.

"Where is the tub?"

"The bathtub is placed in front of the shrine."

There is a distance of about a dozen steps from the altar to the window in front of the shrine, and no matter where the bathtub is placed in front of the shrine, the person under the shrine can clearly see Jingping's body.

"How far is the bathtub from the shrine?"

"Five or six steps."

With such a short distance, it is even more realistic.

"When did you attack Jingping?"

"I can't remember the exact date, but it was probably half a month after the shaving."