Conan's physique? The Crown Princess is involved in a murder case again

Qingyuzhai, located on the shore of the lake around the city, is the main place for students in the capital to discuss poetry and essays.

Jing Zhichen walked in wearing a clear blue shirt and holding a fan. He did not have any trace of the toughness of a military general, but rather looked like a typical scholar.

The unfamiliar face quickly attracted the attention of other students. It was common for scholars to be dismissive, and they felt even more disgusted when they saw Jing Zhichen relying on his appearance to attract attention.

Just then, Jing Zhichen had just entered the room and hadn't even had a cup of tea when he saw a scholar coming up with a book in his hand and bowing politely but distantly.

"Brother, you have an extraordinary bearing, but I don't know you. I wonder if I can have a chance to get to know you."

Jing Zhichen stood up and returned the greeting. Before he could say anything, Zhang Wangjing, who had hurried over, greeted the scholar and introduced him.

"Brother Huayang, this is He Zhi. You have lived in Jiangnan for a long time. This time you are invited by me to come and exchange academic ideas."

Zhang Wangjing is the younger brother of Aunt Zhang, the third wife in Duke Xu's mansion. Among the younger generation of students, Zhang Wangjing is one of the more knowledgeable ones.

It was reasonable for him to bring Jing Zhichen into the circle of literati, and it also saved them a lot of trouble.

After all, Xu Xingyin had promised to introduce Zhang Wangjing to Jing Zhichen. This time, the right time and place finally made it possible for Xu Xingyin to fulfill his promise to Aunt Zhang.

When the scholar called Huayang heard this, he greeted politely on the surface, but he was still very dissatisfied in his heart.

"Since you are recommended by Brother Wang Jing, I believe Brother He Zhi must be a talented writer. I am not talented enough, but I dare to ask for your advice."

Having said that, Zhang Wangjing couldn't help but worry for Jing Zhichen. Although the rumors among the people praised Jing Zhichen to be a god, they had always just treated them as gossip.

Everyone knows that Jing Zhichen has spent most of his time in a small border town. His ability to read and write relies on the little knowledge he learned in his childhood, but he is certainly no match for those of them who have studied hard for more than ten years.

If he loses today, even though Jing Zhichen is not showing off his status as the crown prince now, if people find out about it someday...

That's not very glorious either.

Just as he was about to interfere, Zhang Wangjing heard Jing Zhichen folding his fan and speaking in a nonchalant tone.

"Brother, please."

Zhang Wangjing was very troubled, but Huayang was determined to teach Jing Zhichen a lesson.

"It's drizzling today. How about writing a poem about rain?"

"it is good."

As soon as Jing Zhichen agreed, Zhang Wangjing began to prepare his plan, looking like he was ready to save the situation at any time.

Huayang paced back and forth for a few steps, acting like a perfect host, and the first thing he said was a seven-character quatrain.

Huayang has a good academic background. His poem "Qingyu Watching the Rain" vividly describes the scene before their eyes, which made many students nod in praise.

There were also a few impatient students who urged him, but no matter what others said, Jing Zhichen still did his own thing and drank a cup of tea before speaking slowly.

"The dark river connected with the tide is not the sea, the raincoat cuts through the sword pool. The clouds and rain drop the sails and the apricot blossoms are shallow, the evening ends and the horse is driven back."

After finishing the poem, Zhang Wangjing, who had been extremely anxious just now, almost couldn't help laughing out loud. It seemed that their crown prince was indeed a man of both civil and military talents.

The couplets are neat and the writing is excellent. Not only does it describe the scenery both near and far, but it also adds a bit of optimism to the scenery after the rain, with a hint of hope that the sky will clear up after the rain.

If there is a highlight, it is the few sentences that satirize Huayang. No matter how turbulent the river is, it is not the sea. Some people have mountains and valleys inside even if they are wearing straw raincoats.

It's really refreshing!

The truth was obvious, but no one pointed it out. Huayang blushed and was too embarrassed to bother Jing Zhichen again, so he disappeared in shame.

Thanks to Huayang's action, Jing Zhichen quickly became friends with everyone, and it became much easier for him to find out about Luo Xuehai's affairs.

Jing Zhichen lied without blushing or beating his heart, "I lost money in the restaurant at that time. If it weren't for Xue Hai, I would have been embarrassed."

Student A smiled and said, "Brother Luo has always been kind."

Student B also nodded, "Yes, Brother Luo is especially kind to those around him. He was even very concerned when a servant went missing after returning home, and in the end he even gave some money to the servant's parents."

"Oh?" Jing Zhichen hurriedly asked for confirmation, "But the book boy who was originally beside him?"

"That's right." After saying that, Student B spat again, "You ungrateful thing, you don't deserve it at all."

"ungrateful?"

Student B's expression changed slightly and he didn't want to talk anymore.

"Well, it's just the past, not worth mentioning."

Jing Zhichen wanted to ask more, but a student who had always been at odds with Luo Xuehai snorted.

"Tsk, no matter how kind you are to others, you don't even care about your own mother. It's really an insult to us scholars!"

Having said this, no one was interested in talking about Luo Xuehai anymore, so they had to change the subject and return to poetry.

Jing Zhichen had no intention of accompanying them, so he quietly left while everyone was arguing. As soon as he went out, he ordered Aoying and Qiongguang to investigate separately. After everything was arranged, he turned around and returned to the East Palace.

At that time, Xu Xingyin was resting his chin on his hand while looking at the account book of the mansion, while the maids were standing respectfully beside him serving him tea.

Seeing Jing Zhichen walking in, Xu Xingyin's eyes lit up. Seeing this, Jing Zhichen's lips slightly raised. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Xu Xingyin ask impatiently.

"How is it? Did Your Highness gain anything?"

The person in front who was in a good mood suddenly frowned and answered reluctantly.

"A scholar spoke up for Luo Xuehai, saying that the servant had betrayed his master for fame. If so, there must have been a personal grudge between the two. Luo Xuehai was not the kind of person who would repay evil with kindness, but he was willing to take care of the servant and even gave him some money."

Xiao Anzi almost laughed out loud when he saw this. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince thought that the Crown Princess had been waiting for him for a long time, but he didn't know that the Crown Princess was actually paying attention to another man. He was naturally embarrassed about this.

However, the real owner Xu Xingyin did not notice this and summarized it briefly and concisely:

"Therefore, the disappearance of the book boy must be related to Luo Xuehai. He may even be involved in a murder case."

Jing Zhichen nodded, "Yes, I have sent Aoying to investigate."

Before the results of the investigation came out, anything else they talked about would be assumptions. The two did not want to waste time and were busy with their own work. They only got together again after Aoying came back from his investigation.

The first person to report was Ao Ying, who was arranged by Jing Zhichen to investigate the "ungratefulness" mentioned by Student B today.

"Luo Xuehai's original bookboy was named Qian Ming. He was ugly and often wore a mask, so few people had seen his true face. After Luo Xuehai arrived in Beijing, Qian Ming stole Luo Xuehai's calligraphy and paintings and sold them. He was caught by the scholar who complained about the injustice today and reported them, but he still confidently said that they were his own paintings. That's why he was said to be ungrateful."

Xu Xingyin pursed his lips and thought for a moment, "How can a scholar be sure that the paintings and calligraphy being sold belong to Luo Xuehai and not Qian Ming?"

"Several scholars looked at the calligraphy and recognized it as Luo Xuehai's handwriting. Luo Xuehai also admitted it after receiving the letter."