Jun Zilin looked back at this, pursed her lips, and said, "Now it seems that it is necessary for us to go back to the Guogong Mansion." Perhaps evidence of Leng's death can be found. ”

She said with a keen gaze at Zhang Ruiyuan, although her face was inquiring. But the glimmer of inquiry in the depths of the eyes flickered and disappeared.

Hearing this, Zhang Ruiyuan hesitated, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay." It's all on me. Lin'er, let's go! ”

As soon as they left, the guards in the public court wanted to stop them, but they were forced to refute by Zhang Ruiyuan's words. At that moment, I had to send two people to follow behind and monitor.

All the way back to the Guogong Mansion, Jun Zilin pursed her lips and pondered secretly, and looked sideways at Zhang Ruiyuan beside her from time to time. Now even she is a little confused. If Zhang Ruiyuan was the murderer, he would not have been able to cooperate so actively with him to investigate the murderer. It seemed that for a moment, he also wanted to know who the murderer was. But if he wasn't the murderer, how could he explain the ink on his hand?

Back in the small courtyard of the Leng family of the Guogong Mansion, Wenzao was taking someone to check.

"Could it be that the county lord doesn't trust this official and came to check it out for himself?"

Wen Zao stepped forward, looked at Jun Zilin with a smile in his eyes, and waved his hand to remove the two guards who were watching behind. It seems that from beginning to end, he decided that the murderer was not Jun Zilin. This unique and relaxed posture in front of her is a little strange.

Before Jun Zilin could speak, Wen Zao said again, "Last time, the death of those two maids, and the four princes and the Marquis Guanyong watched the case; It's so easy to find evidence. Unfortunately, this time, they weren't there. Presumably, it will become a lot more bumpy to verify from the dead body, is what the official said right, the county lord? ”

Hearing this, Jun Zilin couldn't help but be stunned.

Then Chong Wenzao smiled slightly and replied, "Lord Wen deserves to be an adult. Zilin was ashamed and didn't dare to get an axe in front of adults. ”

Obviously, the last time through the burned handkerchief, the culprit was identified by Jun Zilin. These texts are very clear. But at this moment, Jun Zilin understood that the reason why Wenzao took the following people to the deceased's residence to verify it was not necessary. I just want to leave the body behind so that Jun Zilin has time to verify it.

And this time......

Jun Zilin didn't even touch the corpse. I have to watch others test, and naturally I will miss a lot of horse horns.

This is also the reason why Wen Zao's subordinates continued to conduct autopsies.

"Won't Lord Wen go for a walk around the house?" Jun Zilin asked.

Wenzao is old, how can I not know what she means. Nodding on the spot, the two entered Leng's house one after the other.

Ding Guogong watched from the sidelines, and when he saw this situation, he clenched his fist. This Lord Wen actually chatted so happily with the murderer. Don't you want to protect Jun Zilin?!

The two entered the room, and Wenzao had already checked the room before, but found nothing unusual.

And he thinks that Jun Zilin wants to go inside to check, it must be inappropriate. Jun Zilin came to this hut last night, maybe her experience is more profound.

"Can the county lord see that something is wrong?"

Jun Zilin waited for Wenzao to ask herself.

She knew what was wrong when she came, but if she suddenly pointed it out, she would inevitably be thought of as a ghost. Only by coming in and checking it out and then raising it is inappropriate, it is logical. What's more, she has a super memory, and she speaks well, but she doesn't make people believe it. It's better to make yourself no different from ordinary people, and to be more reliable.

Pointing to the cabinet next to him, Jun Zilin frowned and said, "Last night, when I came here." See there is an incense burner here. The reason why I noticed it was because there was a smell of sandalwood in the whole room, so I paid attention to it. Now the smoker with the peach petal ripple pattern carved with golden silk is gone. ”

"Oh?"

When Wenzao heard this, he became suspicious.

When he inspected the scene, he only checked the suspicious points. But I don't know what the scene was like before the deceased died, and whether there was anything missing. Now listening to Jun Zilin's words, he found all the people waiting in this courtyard and asked where the smoker was.

Who knew that the maid and the grandmother denied it all, and there was no smoker.

Dingguo Gong grimaced and testified, "Lord Wen, could this smoker be made out of thin air?" The people in this courtyard don't know that there is a smoker, how did you give birth to this smoker?! ”

was obviously angry and corrupt, but Jun Zilin was a little more suspicious.

Wenzao was not in a hurry, only his expression was cold, and he replied lightly, "Dingguo Gong, you will know if there is a smoker." Lord, can you tell me what the smoker looks like......"

"Master Wen, I'll draw it by myself."

Jun Zilin sighed, no one believed the truth. It seems that only evidence can be found. But the people in the courtyard did not admit that there was a smoker, so it can be seen that the smoker may be an important object.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone waiting.

Zhang Ruiyuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he took three steps and two steps to approach, a pair of eyes staring closely at Jun Zilin who was painting, and his fairy-like face was dyed with a layer of disbelief like a layer.

But when I saw the rice paper, the ink was smudged, layered on top of each other, and the pen was outlined. Within half an hour, the huge rice paper was vividly depicted as a smoker with peach petal ripples carved with gold silk. In addition to the lack of coloring, the ink pen outlines it is like a real thing, which makes people can't help but look sideways.

A fool can actually draw?!

Since the death of the third aunt of the Dingguo Mansion caused a storm in the city, the fool can paint, and he also vividly shows this matter, which is also spread throughout the imperial capital.

Zhang Ruiyuan looked straight, and Rao is Wenzao couldn't help but suppress his eyebrows.

Because Jun Zilin was stupid since she was a child, her parents died and she was raised in Fu Xiangfu. How can a fool have time to learn chess, piano, calligraphy and painting? In such an overnight move, it is really like a god descending.

Regarding the doubts of the audience, Jun Zilin was prepared, and said with a sigh, "Actually, Fu Xiangye raised me, and it was very troublesome. I used to be stupid, although I had someone to take care of me, but I didn't know anything about calligraphy and painting. Fortunately, the maids around me have worked hard and taught one stroke at a time. One day, I came to my senses. It is the sufferings that have been endured that have become the precious wealth of today. ”

After a few words of explanation, Fu Xiangye was lifted out again. Everyone has to believe it.

Although she knew that Jun Zilin had suffered grievances in the Prime Minister's Mansion, no one knew how deep her grievances were.

Everyone will think that what about the dignified minister's house, how can they deal with a little girl like Jun Zilin.

So Jun Zilin transferred the credit for learning calligraphy and painting to Fu Xiangye, and no one thought it was strange. Although there are maids waiting to learn, if there is no environment of Fu Xiangfu, there will be no Jun Zilin's wonderful pen!

Wenzao ordered someone to take the painting and search it.

The entire Dingguo Mansion, even if it is three feet into the ground, must be checked clearly.

However, I thought it was a time job. But unexpectedly, under a freshly turned turf in the backyard, a smoker with peach petal ripples carved with golden silk was dug up. It is exactly the same as what Jun Zilin painted, and it is not the same.

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