Grandpa is such a bunny

In the lobby of the inn, a bearded and sloppy young man was gnawing his head on a pig's trotter. Hearing an angry shout from the opposite person, he picked up a pig's trotter and licked it from head to tail, then smiled and held it up to the person, saying , "Young master, do you still eat this?"

"It's disgusting!" Xie Yuxian opened his fan to cover his eyes, and stretched out his feet under the table a few times, gesticulating in the air, always feeling that wherever he kicked, the soles of his shoes would be dirty.

"Go out to eat, do you hear me, don't sit across from me!"

Du Yun wiped his chin, "My lord is not a beggar, I just eat first, and when my people come, I will definitely pay you."

Xie Yuxian looked at his greasy and glossy lips, and his heart trembled even more. He thought he had a good temper, but this time he was really disgusted, "There are so many people in the inn, why do you have to Rub me!"

The crispy sauced pig's feet bleed oil after one bite. Du Yun stretched out his finger while gnawing on it, "First, the young master is so good-looking. Once I see you, other people will not see you."

He ate too much, and when he spoke, his mouth was still splattered with meat, Xie Yuxian moved his butt back, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf's.

"Secondly, in the whole inn, only the young master has pig's trotters on the table, and the young master looks like he wants to eat alone."

Xie Yu closed the folding fan with a snap, "You're the one who eats alone, I'm—"

Suddenly there were two 'tsk tsk' from the side.

Tubo walked over slowly with his arms around his chest, shaking his head, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, maybe Mr. Xie is afraid that he won't be able to eat meat when he has dinner with Qianfan later, so let's feed his stomach in advance."

Tu Bai was more impolite than Xie Yuxian, he kicked Du Yun aside, sat down by himself, and said with a narrow smile, "What's wrong, I got it right?"

As soon as Xie Yuxian received Qian Fan's letter, he rushed to Luo'an for several days. He didn't see anyone, and then rushed to the imperial capital. He didn't eat or sleep well for several days. When he came, he met a colleague with bloodshot eyes. , Finally, I have time to have a long talk with the person I want to see, but who knows that person will disappear when I wake up.

With great difficulty, he suppressed the fire, and ordered food hungry. He wanted to eat something before Qian Fan came, and he had the strength to wait for someone, but he didn't want to follow the food as soon as it came, so shameless.

Xie Yuxian felt that he forgot to read the almanac when he went out, did he want to find a fortune teller to exorcise evil spirits and reduce disasters?

Tu Bai threw the whole plate of pig's trotters in front of Du Yun, and put a veil on his head to wipe his face.

It was only then that Xie Yuxian could see that the people who were an eyesore were all formed in groups.

"Master Du, I've been tired these few days." Qian Fan sat aside.

Du Yun raised his eyes from between the pig's trotters, savored the aroma of minced garlic and meat residue meaningfully, turned his eyes from between him and Tubo, and asked doubtfully, "Zen Master and Lao Tu have slept until now?"

Tu Bai asked Xiao Er for a vegetarian meal, and his handsome long eyebrows raised slightly, "Don't worry about me, let's talk about how to investigate the next case. If you eat any more, your little life will be eaten away."

Knowing the identities of Du Yun and Tubo, Xie Yuxian showed a disgusted expression, and moved the silver-threaded fan towards Qianfan.

"Oh, it turns out that the young master is the pavilion master of the number one assassination organization in Jianghu, and he has been admiring him for a long time." Du Yun ate three juicy and fat pig's trotters, finally recovered from the bland meal in Dali Temple, and stretched out his greasy mouth. Hands are going to shake hands with people.

Xie Yuxian was so frightened that he stood up and took a step back, afraid that he would press the mimeograph on his body, and covered half of his face with a fan, "Master Du still admires people from the Jianghu."

Old God Du Yun withdrew his hand, and slowly and carefully wiped each finger with a handkerchief, "Well, you all have a lot of bounties in the government."

Xie Yuxian, "..."

While speaking, Xiao Er had already put the vegetarian dishes on the table. The crystal white rice porridge and tender green vegetables exuded a light fragrance, and compared with the sauce-red pig's trotters, there was a kind of unique elegance.

Those who eat pig's trotters are reduced to ordinary people.

Xie Yu snorted coldly, let's see how long you can eat.

Tubo smiled at him, he can eat with Qian Fan for a lifetime.

Tu Bo briefly sorted out the clues he got these days to Du Yun—the adulterous relationship between Zhang Yinxiang and Zhang Qi, Sanqiu cake and the acacia tree in Zhang's mansion, half a piece of paper that was missing, what Zhang Dingcheng was looking for in his adventures, The Zhang family's ambiguous attitude towards Gao Chenfeng's death, and the fact that the murderer was a woman.

Du Yun lowered his head and held his teacup and took a sip slowly, "Send someone to the Yizhuang to guard the corpse first, and no one is allowed to approach it. Our people are clearly guarding the door, and Pavilion Master Xie should also have his subordinates, right? You Lao lie in ambush."

Xie Yuxian really wanted to ask him if he would write the word 'polite', but as soon as the brows were furrowed, Qian Fan's warm gaze smoothed over him, and he nodded reluctantly.

"As for the woman you mentioned, I think I know who she is." Du Yun crossed his hands under his chin thoughtfully, and put away his hippie smile. When he was serious, he had a kind of upright and awe-inspiring righteousness, which was very bluffing.

All the people present restrained their expressions and listened carefully to what he said.

"Before I left Dali Temple, I went to look for Gao Chenfeng's dossier before he was alive, and found that he was married two years ago before he came to the imperial capital to take the exam. His wife is a native of Ninghe County. The family has childbirth and lives very poorly."

Tubo frowned, "Can a woman from an ordinary family have enough money to pay for murder?"

Du Yun looked at him inscrutablely, "What if she is not an ordinary person? Gao Chenfeng's file has very little detail about this woman, not even her name. When I left Dali Temple this morning, the chief who handed over the case was He was a candidate who was in the same period as Gao Chenfeng back then. He told me that Gao Chenfeng seldom mentioned his wife. The beauty picture, the woman in the picture is gentle and lovely, very attractive, the roommate is cheap, he took it out and presented a treasure to them, saying that there is a beauty hidden in Gao Chenfeng's house, when will let them see it."

The master told Du Yun that this was a trivial matter, but the woman in the painting has bright eyes and white teeth, and a soft posture, which is unforgettable after seeing it. Moreover, everyone was joking, but Gao Chenfeng was furious and took the painting away. Let's go, and I seldom talk to them again.

In less than half a year later, Gao Chenfeng married the daughter of the Zhang family, and had nothing to do with these poor students.

The chief secretary said in a low voice, "I'm not only impressed by this reason, but not long after he got married, the roommate who took away the painting was sent to a remote area due to some trivial incidents. The official who assisted in the investigation of this official It was Gao Chenfeng who had become the right deputy censor of the Procuratorate. I only found out about this because I wanted to establish a case for this case. Later, several of us guessed that it was Gao Chenfeng who was afraid that we would say that he was married. Use this to secretly deter us."

The master squinted slightly, looking at the ferocious and majestic stone lions outside Dali Temple, and sighed in twists and turns, "This man...is too narrow-minded." After sighing, he cupped his hands to Du Yun, "Master Du, the files you have dealt with over the years It’s all because I belong to the family of the case, and I have seen the way the adults handle the case, and I think it is really clever and fair, and I admire it from the bottom of my heart.”

Tubo was sour on him, "It seems that the chief secretary admires you so much that he told you this. The champion is still as handsome as ever."

Du Yun folded his hands and smiled, "It's easy to talk about."

Seeing that he was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, Xie Yuxian who was on the side thought, "The number one scholar has been reduced to a magistrate, and he doesn't seem to be doing well."

"Now, I need someone to go to Ninghe County to find out Gao Chenfeng's background in person. The sooner the better."

Tubo immediately agreed, "I'm leaving tonight."

Hearing that he agreed so happily, Qian Fan glanced at him and pursed his lips.

Tubo stretched out his hand to hug his shoulder, but halfway remembered what he said last night, and put it back resentfully, "Qian Fan will go with me."

"No."

"impossible."

Xie Yuxian and Du Yun spoke at the same time, the former had a cold face, while the latter was puzzled.

Du Yun, "You can go by yourself, His Majesty will not let Zen Master Shanyue leave, besides, he is here, occasionally speaking nice things for me in front of His Majesty, I feel safe in my heart."

The Buddha's feet are very thick, and they are very solid to hold.

Seeing Du Yun's cowardly look, Tu Bai felt disgusted, so he had to give up, thinking that it would be good for Qian Fan to stay here, without having to follow him back and forth, and he was about to agree when he listened to the person who had been silent for a long time.

"If it's just to investigate the background, the poor monk will send someone there." He looked up at Tubo, wanting to say something more, he was stunned, and felt selfishness for the first time, with mixed feelings, sorrow and joy, and longing. The taste is indescribable.

Tubo stared blankly at him, smiled, and really wanted to go over to rub him, long-haired beasts are always innately proficient and fond of this kind of action, "Then I won't go, Lao Qianfan will be there. "

They looked at each other, and were interrupted by Du Yun before they could make eye contact.

"Alright, go to bed early tonight, and go to Zhang's mansion with me tomorrow morning." He smiled slightly, "Condolences to the family members, routine inquiries."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to Tubo, "Bring me the money, and I will pay you back, Young Master."

Tubo glared at him, "Master Du, do you think that as a small policeman, I will have more money than you?" He put his arms around his shoulders, stepped on the chair with one foot, and said shamelessly, "What's the matter?" Ah, what do adults do when they see each other like this, they are all one family."

Seeing them approaching, Xie Yuxian immediately got up and took two steps back vigilantly, and said coldly, "Who is with your family?"

Tu Bai raised his chin, "You and Qian Fan, Mr. Xie didn't misunderstand anything, right?"

Xie Yuxian was hungry, and his face became more gloomy. The two people in front of him were shamelessly pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, and the other was showing off his power by making jokes, saying that he would be sorry for the wolf if he said that they were in trouble. He made up his mind to ignore them and snorted coldly. , Glancing at Qianfan aggrievedly, he flung his sleeves and left.

Du Yun watched his leaving back and patted Tubo on the shoulder, "It's too inappropriate, don't bully Mr. Xie next time."

Tubo raised an eyebrow.

Du Yun, "In the future, we will still eat big households."

Tubo let out an oh.

Qian Fan stood tall and tall, looking at the two people who were so close together and let out a series of unexplained laughter from time to time, he felt a little headache for a while.

As night fell, Tubo arranged a room for Du Yun to rest, and hurriedly entered and exited the room to bring him hot water, make his bed, and take wormwood to wash him away.

Du Yun sat at the table soaking his feet, propped his cheeks, and scanned Tubo's body up and down with his eyes.

"Do you think there will be that beauty picture in Gao Chenfeng's relics? When the night is late, Qian Fan and I plan to visit Zhang's mansion at night to see if we can find anything." Seeing that Master Du has been troubled these days For his sake, Tubo made the bed for him, rubbed the pillows softly, turned around, and saw Du Yun with his eyes wide open, holding his cheek to look cute.

"It looks better than you."

Du Yun put away his hands, "Old Tu, I suddenly realized that you were walking too close to Zen Master Shanyue?"

Tu Bai gave him a hand holding the towel, "Brother Tu knows everyone well, don't you know?"

Du Yun stood up and stretched his head shyly, "But I think the two of you are not so close. Let me tell you, Shanyue is a monk, and she focuses on practicing Zen with a pure heart. Don't provoke them all the time. "

Tubo used to be too lazy to listen to him nagging him to marry a wife, but now he doesn't like to listen to him forcing him to marry Qian Fan, so he impatiently helped him get the footwashing water, with the corners of his eyes and lips curled down, looking like he was about to come out dislike.

Du Yun took off his clothes slowly, shrank into the quilt, and muttered indistinctly, hoping that he was overthinking. He covered half of his face with the quilt, "Be careful when you go to Zhang's mansion. It's okay if you don't find anything. We'll see you tomorrow." Will you go again, and does your head still hurt?"

"Excuse me, I'm fine, I understand, talkative reincarnation." With a final spat, he turned around and closed the door for him, and left.

Not long after, the sky completely darkened, the weather turned colder, and the lake in the upper reaches of the Yonghuai River became less and less, cold stars were reflected on the water surface, and the breeze came, shaking the lake.

The person standing by the lake is tall, thin and tall, with green robes dragging the ground.

Thinking of Du Yun's words just now, Tubo said in his heart, "It's too late, I've already provoked you." He stepped forward quickly, and simply dropped a 'go', and the two of them disappeared into the night with lightness kung fu.

The swaying white lanterns and funeral banners outside the Zhang Mansion looked like a group of lonely ghosts wandering around the door, and there were two more guards outside the door than usual.

The courtyard is quiet, and all the servants have retreated to the servant's room to rest. Only in the depths of the courtyard, where the master lives in the red-painted octagonal eaves pavilion, there is a dim light peeking out from among the intertwined leaves, like a dark beast. Eye.

Tubo pointed to the place where the light was on, and stroked his neck with his palm horizontally, indicating that there were guards in the dark outside Qianfan's room, and he would do it.

After he finished speaking, he flew forward, Qian Fan looked at his back, pinched two bright red Buddhist beads between his slender fingertips, exerted force suddenly, the Buddhist beads rubbed against Tu Bo's shoulder, flew out before him, and hit the dark place.

When Tubo landed on the ground, he happened to catch the two stunned guards, and the beads rolled into the palm of his hand. He stood in the dark and mouthed to Qian Fan, "Be careful, it's amazing."

Qian Fan, "..."

The two leaned on the eaves and lifted the tiles a little.

The faint shadow of the lamp hit the glazed tiles, reflecting into Tubai's long and narrow eyes, under the thick eyelash feathers seemed to be inlaid with a pair of glazed beads.

The room is not too bright, it should be intentionally done by the owner.

Zhang Yinxiang and Zhang Dingcheng sat beside a red nanmu table, and a bowl of bitter medicine was placed on the table.

Tubo glanced, but did not see Zhang Qi, Qian Fan touched his finger, pointed down casually, and saw a gray robe corner at the corner of the back of the octagonal attic.

"He's eavesdropping." Tubo said silently, grinning, "He didn't notice us just now, did we?" He kept focusing on the guard in front of the door, but he didn't pay attention to the eavesdropper behind the attic.

Qian Fan said softly, "The benefactor doesn't need to worry."

there is him.

It feels so good to be pampered by others, and Tubo really wants to rush over to steal something.

"Xiangxiang, tell Dad about your plan." Even in his own room, Zhang Dingcheng subconsciously lowered his voice, "No matter what, Dad will not harm you."

Whenever Zhang Yinxiang sees her, she always dresses decently and dignifiedly. She is like the purple and green hairpin in her hair.

She put her hands on her abdomen, and said coldly, "Daddy, I have no plans."

Hearing what she said, Zhang Dingcheng became anxious, "You..." He glanced left and right, "How can you not plan, His Majesty does not allow father to intervene in Gao Chenfeng's case, if they find out about you, something will happen to you again , how can you let father live!"

The anti-fetal medicine on the table exudes a bitter smell, and the pitch-black medicine juice is like an abyss, swallowing even the shadows reflected in it.

Zhang Yinxiang raised his eyes and looked at the old but energetic father in front of him, "Why did the father say that? After Chen Feng's death, the most sad and painful thing should be the daughter. Why would the government suspect a widow?"

Zhang Dingcheng hesitated, "If Du Yun knows about you and Zhang Qi, it's inevitable that they won't think it's—"

The words should not have been said, as if being touched by a wound in his heart, Zhang Yinxiang's hand to take the medicine bowl froze suddenly, and when he looked carefully, his white and soft fingertips trembled faintly.

She slowly curled up her fingers, picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip, "Father, I have a clear conscience."

Zhang Dingcheng said awkwardly, "But your appearance will inevitably make people suspicious."

She remained calm, neither shed tears nor looked sad, if it wasn't for the family, even Zhang Dingcheng couldn't help being suspicious.

Zhang Yinxiang looked down at the pitch-black concoction, and said coldly, "Because I want him to die."

Tu Bai and Qian Fan looked at each other, and Tu Bai's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Gao Chenfeng's death had nothing to do with her?

After speaking, Zhang Yinxiang's brows quickly gathered a layer of tiredness, and his face was pale and fragile under the dim candlelight.

"What's wrong? Is the child making trouble again?" Zhang Dingcheng asked hurriedly.

Zhang Yinxiang nodded.

Zhang Dingcheng moved his lips, looked at her abdomen worriedly, hesitated to speak, "Xiangxiang, the child is really...?"

Zhang Yinxiang seemed to avoid this question very much. The hand stroking her abdomen was tightly attached to her waist. She raised her head slightly, revealing a section of her snow-white neck, and said indifferently, "Father, he is my child."

Zhang Dingcheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled relievedly, "Father is confused, this is the blood of my Zhang family, all right, go and rest, father will not bother you anymore." Concerned about his daughter's body, he didn't say anything more, After exhorting a few words, he left alone.

Not long after he left, someone opened the door and came in. It was Zhang Qi.

After Zhang Dingcheng left, he went around the stove, took the reheated soup and went straight to the bedside, and squatted by the bedside to serve Zhang Yinxiang to drink the medicine.

"What did Madam and Master say?" Zhang Qiming asked knowingly.

On the eaves, Tubo deliberately leaned into Qianfan's ear and talked, letting the provocative breath into his ears, "It seems that Zhang Qi is the same as Gao Chenfeng, and Zhang's father and daughter don't like them."

With difficulty, Qian Fan rescued his ears from the position of rubbing his ears together, and gave him a faint look.

Zhang Yinxiang, "It has nothing to do with you."

It turned out that Zhang Qi was deliberately dismissed.

Tu Bo thought, this is strange, don't they trust Zhang Qi? Judging by Zhang Yinxiang's expression, he seems to have no affection for this man. If so, why would they have an affair with him behind her husband's back?

This case is both straightforward and complex, and the relationship is chaotic. It is obvious that the clues they inferred and obtained point to this person. Why are some places still difficult to explain and full of loopholes?

Just as he was sorting out the clues, there was a clear sound of applause in the room. Tu Bai hurriedly looked down, and saw Zhang Yinxiang leaning on the bed, his beating hand was still trembling slightly.

The beaten man froze in place. After a long while, he stubbornly stretched out his hand and pressed it against Zhang Yinxiang's naked shoulder.

Zhang Yinxiang bit his lower lip and said coldly, "My child."

A smile appeared on Zhang Qi's taciturn face, he stepped forward and put Zhang Yinxiang down on the bed, and whispered, "Miss, I only want to hug you."

The candles in the room were extinguished, this time, Zhang Yinxiang did not resist.

Tubai and Qianfan left the roof immediately, searched all the rooms in the courtyard, but found no useful information, the two met in front of the attic, Tubai took Qianfan to look at the dying plant with dry leaves Acacia trees that can't be seen.

"It's not that I want to doubt her, but that she has many motives, but from her words, it seems that she really has nothing to do with the deceased."

Zhang Mansion's exquisitely built lake center pool is hidden in the depths surrounded by rockery, flowing water and green trees. A round of silver moon is reflected on the sparkling water surface, and the silver light is desolate and clear.

Qian Fan, "If Mrs. Gao is really not the murderer, then what should she know?"

Tubo nodded, stepped on the stone next to the acacia tree, stretched out his hand to grab the thin dry branches of the acacia tree, squinted his eyes and looked at the lake, "Will she know who the murderer is? If she knows, why didn't she report it to the government? Is it because she is happy that the murderer killed Gao Chenfeng, or because the murderer has a close relationship with her?"

Qian Fan, "In terms of relationship, Master Zhang and Zhang Qi are both possible."

"Assuming that the murderer is Zhang Dingcheng, he can be satisfied with the commission. As for the woman Xie Yuxian talked about, Zhang Dingcheng can completely cover up people's eyes and ears and send someone to come forward. What is his motive? Let his daughter be with the servant? If you do this, you will not be afraid." Was he being gossiped about? Besides, if it was really him, the knife marks and lovesickness beans on the body could not be explained at all. Furthermore, according to what Lao Du said, if the murderer was the mysterious lady of the deceased, first of all, she would If you are rich and have the ability to get in touch with Jianghu people, otherwise it would be impossible for an ordinary peasant woman to find so many killers and assassination organizations. Thinking about it this way, the knife marks and lovesickness beans seem to be explained——I can’t wait Husband-in-law, knowing that he has long since abandoned her, has murderous intentions in his heart, and the knife marks and acacia beans are the resentment mixed with the dead."

Tubo looked at Qianfan seriously, "Also, where did the missing half piece of paper go? Did Zhang Dingcheng go to Yizhuang last night to find that piece of paper? If the murderer was that woman, why did Zhang Dingcheng have the clue? Involve... wait!"

As he spoke, he was startled suddenly, stood up abruptly, and tried to lower his voice, "I don't know if you noticed, but all the clues are intertwined. No matter who we suspect, there is always one party that cannot be completely cleared up."

Qian Fan fiddled with the Buddha beads slowly, his eyes reflected the faint ripples in the center of the lake, he raised his eyes and stared at the young man under the moonlight, "Did the benefactor ever think that there may be more than one person who killed Mr. Gao?"

Tubo grabbed the small tree with only thin and dry branches, his eyes were heavy, and his fingers rubbed the rough bark, "There is more than one person, yes, how could I forget this possibility."

He closed his eyes while talking, imagining that the sharp dagger was continuously piercing through Gao Chenfeng's chest, the tip of the knife was dripping with blood, he was trembling with pain, leaning against the rough tree, muttering , "If you kill me, can you get what you want?

The bright red red beans swarmed all over his body like blood, rolled into the thick blood, and some got into the gaps in his bloody wounds. He thought of the sanqiu cake he ate every day. The ripe red beans exuded The sticky scent lingered on the tip of his tongue, he squeezed a red bean into his lips with difficulty, looked at the people around him absent-mindedly, "Are you thinking of me, I've been thinking of you too."

Tu Bai closed his eyes, almost fell into Gao Chenfeng's emotions, rubbing the dry branches of the acacia tree with one hand, thinking that he stood here every day watching the acacia tree wither, as if he himself was about to be worn dry by the acacia The dead tree was full of flesh and blood, and the dead tree was miserable, crumbling, and died early due to poor care before its roots were firmly planted deep in the soil. Tuba closed his eyes and pulled indiscriminately. He just brought it up by the roots.

He opened his eyes immediately, awkwardly carrying the small tree that looked like a bare commander, and planned to plant it back, but just as he squatted down, he let out a cry of surprise.

Qian Fan heard the sound and looked, and saw a little color under the sand that was dragged out by the company. Tubo stretched out his hand and swept it away, and dug out a palm-thick wooden box from inside.

The small gray box is rough, and there are many vertical and horizontal shallow grooves on the surface of the box, which is not refined. The corners of the box have been worn out due to frequent use. The unique smell of paper and ink mixed with the soil exudes an ancient vicissitudes.

He opened the wooden box, as if he had opened the books and ink that a scholar pressed down at the bottom of the box. There may be bold words about career aspirations, the loneliness of being underappreciated, or the travels of the world.

He turned over a piece of yellowed rice paper, on which was the lingering lovesickness.

——The slender fingers of the bright moon dressing table, who will shatter the years by chance.It should be in the beautiful woman's spring dream, I don't know who to give the lovesickness to.

Underneath the stack of papers are lists and receipts for forming cliques for personal gain, bribing public companies, and awarding officials with money.