Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

After being interrupted by Song Hui, Lan Chengyun sang again and then ended hastily.

On the backstage side, Feng Baoer was resentful: "Then Song Hui is really a bastard. I heard that he was a rogue and bully in Fengcheng. He is still like this in Jiangcheng!"

She slammed Na Kunsheng's fan on the table, looking very angry.

Lan Chengyun felt at ease, and took off the emerald hairpin bit by bit: "Drink a sip of tea, calm down."

Aggrieved, Feng Baoer stepped forward to untie the development net for him: "You are a good-natured person, and you can still hold back and not swear."

Lan Chengyun smiled wryly: "So what if you scold, so what if you don't, my mouth is on people's bodies, so I can't control what they say." As he spoke, he coughed again.

Feng Baoer hurriedly patted the back for him.

Ying Changfang, who was putting on makeup on the side, put down the black powder in her hand, and poured a cup of hot tea for Lan Chengyun: "Although Young Master Song's words are not pleasant, but if I were on the stage, I'm afraid he would not bother to speak." Just kidding, in the final analysis, Boss Lan's face is big."

Ying Changfang is also Qiandan, he is considered an old man in the troupe, now that Zi Lan Chengyun has rested, he will cover the remaining [-]% ​​off.

Feng Bao'er knew that he had always been jealous of Lan Chengyun, and she couldn't get used to his way of talking with a gun and a stick, so she pointed at Ying Changfang and said with hatred: "Your words..."

"Bao'er, don't mess around." Feng Baoer was about to explode, but was persuaded by Lan Chengyun.

At this time, Sun Wenxi happened to raise the curtain, and suddenly heard a warm "Bao'er", and looked up, only to see a well-dressed person standing in front of him.

Wearing pearl flowers on her head, the oil on her face is bright red, maybe she is about to go on stage.

"Sun Shao..." Ying Changfang saw Sun Wenxi for the first time, her eyes rolled, and she blissfully blessed her body.

Sun Wenxi nodded slightly, his eyes did not linger on Ying Changfang, seeing Lan Chengyun sitting behind the vanity mirror, he strode over, leaving Ying Changfang behind.

Xia Jingsheng, who was following Sun Wenxi, met Ying Changfang like this, and saw the flash of loneliness in Ying Changfang's eyes.

"The play is about to start, please go ahead, sir." Xia Jingsheng stepped aside.

Ying Changfang nodded in disbelief, passing Xia Jingsheng.

Feng Bao'er sat down on that stool, gulped down a cup of tea, and managed to suppress her anger: "Bah, everyone's mouths are not clean."

Looking up at Sun Wenxi, Feng Baoer's expression turned pale: "Young Master Sun isn't listening to the show up front, what are you doing here later?"

She didn't forget that Song Hui was sitting next to Sun Wenxi just now, and the two looked like old acquaintances.

Song Hui even teased Lan Chengyun in front of Sun Wenxi.

Even though Sun Wenxi beat people up, birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. This is just a superficial effort. Who knows how this group of rich kids will arrange Lan Chengyun in private.

Feng Baoer has no good face towards Sun Wenxi, but Lan Chengyun is not.

He smiled at Sun Wenxi and said: "Bao'er is concerned and will be confused. He got angry at the moment, and there will inevitably be some inappropriate words. Please don't be as knowledgeable as a little girl, Young Master Sun."

Watching Lan Chengyun protect Feng Baoer once again, this time Sun Wenxi's heart is as calm as water, and there are no more waves.

He shook his head and said, "What's wrong with Boss Lan? I should make amends to you. I can't shirk my responsibility for what happened today. I wanted to give you a birthday gift, but now it's an apology."

As he spoke, Sun Wenxi clapped his hands, and a servant came in holding the box.

"I heard that Boss Lan has a good taste and loves to collect inkstones. He specially ordered someone to find an ancient agate inkstone from the Kangxi period and give it to Mr.."

This fine agate inkstone is very rare, Lan Chengyun looked at the crystal clear inkstone in the wooden box, slightly surprised: "Sun Shao, this gift is too expensive, Chengyun is ashamed to accept it."

"Take it." Sun Wenxi smiled, "I'm a rough man, and I like to use western pens on weekdays. If I put this agate inkstone in my place, it would be a waste. It's better to find a knowledgeable owner for it. It’s a good thing to let down this side.”

Speaking of this, Lan Chengyun couldn't refuse it any longer.

The handymen in the background all showed admiration.

Feng Baoer was dissatisfied that Sun Wenxi stole all the limelight, and saw Xia Jingsheng who was following Sun Wenxi in a blink of an eye, and immediately shouted crisply: "Young Master Xia, you are here too."

Xia Jingsheng was called out, and said with a smile: "With Young Master Sun's jewels in front of me, I'm afraid my gift won't get into Chengyun's eyes."

Lan Chengyun lowered his eyes and smiled: "Mr. is used to joking, Chengyun's illness is thanks to your care, so why not accept your gift."

Xia Jingsheng took out a silver bracelet of five emperors' coins from his sleeve: "Five emperors' coins can drive away evil spirits. Although it is not as elegant as ancient inkstones, it is practical. Come, let me tie it for you."

Lan Chengyun rolled up his sleeves, revealing a section of his glistening white wrist.

Xia Jingsheng slowly tied the red string for him, and Sun Wenxi, who was watching from the side, was always unhappy.

He fixed his eyes on the faint smile on Xia Jingsheng's lips, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Until there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door curtain was lifted, and the person who came in was actually Ye Henglang.

Ye Henglang was wearing a patrol uniform, obviously performing official duties.

Unexpectedly seeing Sun Wenxi here, Ye Henglang was slightly startled, and immediately said loudly: "Boss Lan, you are the number one suspect in the case of Zhou Ningchuan, I have some questions for you."

Most people have already been frightened or eager to defend themselves when they hear such news.Lan Chengyun didn't panic, he nodded slowly: "Okay."

Zhou Ningchuan is a wealthy businessman in Jiangcheng. Although this person has already married a wife, he is a restless master. He runs to theater troupes and brothels all day long. Be careful, and men and women are not taboo.

A few days ago, when he heard Lan Chengyun's play, he was astonished as a man of heaven, so he launched an offensive to pursue Lan Chengyun, but Lan Chengyun still refused, so he quarreled with Lan Chengyun in public.Half a month later, Zhou Ningchuan's body was found in the backstage of the theatrical troupe. When he died, someone stuck a green hairpin into his chest, and Lan Chengyun happened to be the owner of the hairpin.

"According to preliminary inspection, Zhou Ningchuan's death was on the ninth day. Where were you when the incident happened?" Ye Henglang asked.

Lan Chengyun frowned and said, "I'm not in good health. Every time I perform on stage, I have to take a nap in the team's lounge. I should be falling asleep in the lounge at the time."

Ye Henglang: "Is there any witness?"

Lan Chengyun shook his head: "Everyone in the troupe knows that I have this habit, and no one has ever witnessed it."

Ye Henglang: "That doesn't prove your innocence..."

In the evidence bag on the side, there was a photo taken at the scene. In the photo, Zhou Ningchuan was lying in front of the vanity mirror with the emerald green hairpin stuck in his chest.

Sun Wenxi observed the photo carefully, shook his head and said: "No, Zhou Ningchuan was not stabbed to death by the Diancui hairpin. Although the wound made by the hairpin was deep, there was no large-scale bleeding reaction, which means it was a post-mortem injury. Someone wants to blame Boss Lan."

Xia Jingsheng nodded and said, "That's right, deliberately piercing the emerald hairpin into the chest of the deceased is too much of a cover-up, and it arouses suspicion."

Before Xia Jingsheng opened his mouth to speak, Ye Henglang had been paying attention to him for a long time.

He was wearing a long gown, standing like pine trees and cypresses, and he was not at all frightened when he saw the patrolling.

Ye Henglang sized Xia Jingsheng up for a moment: "In your opinion, what is the cause of Zhou Ningchuan's death?"

"Zhou Ningchuan's expression is very distorted, but he is not afraid, which shows that he suffered great pain before his death. If he was killed by external force, he must have an expression of horror and surprise. Personally, I am inclined to be poisoned. "Sun Wenxi said.

Ye Henglang smiled: "Wen Xi, you know that if it is an ordinary poison, it will not fail to be detected by the forensic doctor."

"These photos look very inconsistent." Xia Jingsheng said, "Why is Zhou Ningchuan's body shape so strange?"

After being reminded by Xia Jingsheng, everyone realized that Zhou Ningchuan's body shape in the photo was really strange.

If Zhou Ningchuan is a fat man, his limbs are very thin. From the back of his exposed hands, he can still see light blue blood vessels.

If Zhou Ningchuan is a thin man, his stomach is very swollen, he looks no different from a woman who is eight months pregnant.

"You mean, his stomach is weird?" Ye Henglang's eyes widened, "But even if his stomach is really weird, the Zhou family won't allow us to do an autopsy."

Looking at Zhou Ningchuan's strange death, Xia Jingsheng had a vague idea in his heart.

"I've read about such a death in a book before, but I need further confirmation. If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to accompany you to the police station for inspection." Xia Jingsheng put down the evidence bag, and looked at Ye Henglang sincerely.

Ye Henglang met those warm eyes, couldn't stop his heart from trembling, and replied without thinking: "Of course, I don't know what to call sir?"

"My surname is Xia." Xia Jingsheng smiled slightly. Ye Henglang, a stern-faced officer, actually lowered his head with red ears.

When had Sun Wenxi seen that fierce and cold-faced tough man showing such an expression, alarm bells rang in his heart.

He knew Ye Henglang's sexual orientation, both of them were the real number one, they were destined to be only buddies, even if they hang out together every day, they wouldn't have the slightest romantic thoughts.

Sun Wenxi was born like a beautiful tree, suave and suave, with a slick mouth and a habit of pleasing others, he is a man of the school on weekdays.

Although Ye Henglang is also very handsome, but he has a cold face all the year round, and Yingying and Yanyan dare not approach him, so there has never been any gossip.

Now that Wannian Bingshan was actually shy in front of Xia Jingsheng, Sun Wenxi felt a little strange in his heart.

He put his arms around Xia Jingsheng's shoulders, and looked at Ye Henglang with a smile: "I haven't officially introduced him yet, this is the eldest son of the Xia family in Jiangcheng, Xia Jingsheng, my...friend."

Ye Henglang didn't notice Sun Wenxi's thoughts, he focused on another matter: "It turns out that your Excellency is the eldest son Xia, who has long admired his name."

Xia Jingsheng glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and said with a light smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."