Placid Chang'an

Ning Santong and Feng Yiming were taken aback, Ning Santong looked up at Su Cen: "Where is it?"

At this point in the conversation, Su Cen suddenly put on a show again, and smiled mysteriously, "The Buddha said: Don't say it."

Ning Santong let out a "squeak" and said regretfully, "I still want to see it. I don't know if I can see anything from the corpse after more than ten years."

Feng Yiming also laughed: "I don't care for dead bones, I want you to see them."

The host and guest had a great meal, and drank a lot of wine in the name of helping Feng Yiming clean up the dust. When they left the restaurant, several people were a little drunk.

Among them, Su Cen was the worst, he had to rely on the help of two people to stop, and he lost his mind halfway, so he kept on kicking down.

Feng Yiming lifted him up again, and couldn't help complaining: "I've never seen this person drink so much in normal times. He looks light and thin, and he looks like he's drunk and muddy. He's dead heavy."

"Maybe he is happy," said Ning Santong, "after all, this old case is related to Mr. Chen. After he came back from Xuzhou, he has been worrying about it. The weight of Mr. Chen in his heart is obvious to all. , It is also a joyful thing to be able to fulfill the ambitions of our ancestors.”

Feng Yiming nodded, and then asked: "If he really finds Tian Pingzhi's body, can he really restore the cause of Tian Pingzhi's death?"

"I can't tell." Ning Santong shook his head. "It still depends on the state of the corpse. Sometimes time will annihilate some evidence, and sometimes restore some truth."

After bidding farewell to Ning Santong in front of Taifu's mansion, Feng Yiming had no choice but to walk back with Su Cen alone. Passing through Xingqing Palace, the drunk unconscious man stopped consciously, bleary A pair of drunken eyes looked at the roof of Huae Xianghui Building for a while, and was about to walk in.

Feng Yiming almost laughed out of anger, pointing to Changle Square in front, "That's your home."

"Home?" Su Cen squinted drunkenly, "Who is at home?"

Feng Yiming pointed out one by one: "There is me, there is Ah Fu, and there is Ling'er."

Su Cen squinted her eyes and waited for Feng Yiming to continue, but she stopped after seeing someone say this, and shook her head, "No, there are still a few people."

Feng Yiming couldn't help but sneer, for the dignified Prince Ning dared to belong to his family, he really didn't know the heights of heaven and earth.

After being ridiculous, he still felt bad. He laughed at Su Cen's wishful thinking, but he didn't even have the right to wishful thinking. The sad one really couldn't be called Su Cen, or him.

In the end, Su Cen was handed over to Qi Lin, and Feng Yiming left with peace of mind.As soon as he entered the gate of Xingqing Palace, Su Cen straightened up suddenly, his eyes were as clear as water, and he was no longer sleepy or drunk.

Su Cen took off his outer robe and took the night clothes from Qi Lin's hand. After replacing them properly, he said to humanity: "Just tell the prince that I have something to do tonight, so I won't come here."

Qi Lin frowned worriedly and asked, "How much did you drink? Can you do it?"

Su Cen smiled lightly: "It's only half a catty of flower carvings, it's okay."

Su Cen's drinking capacity was gradually raised by the small private treasury of the Xingqing Palace. He could drink half a jar of old wine with strong sauce and mellow flavor, especially the thin wine mixed with water on the market.

He just calculated that Ning and Feng didn't know his drinking capacity so they could pretend to be drunk. This little trick would not be enough in front of Li Shi immediately.

Qi Lin nodded, and asked again: "Are you really not going to tell Master?"

Su Cen turned around and smiled: "I can handle it."

Seeing Su Cen go west through the gate of Xingqing Palace, Qi Lin turned his head and came to Li Shi's study room, and repeated Su Cen's exact words to Li Shi.

Li Shi touched the wrench in his hand and nodded, "Let him go."

After nightfall, the remaining temperature in the daytime quickly dropped, and the messy and overlapping branches of jujube trees divided the pale moonlight into fragments. The earth pits left before were still there, piles of dug out The earth bags are shadowed by the moonlight, like raised grave bags.

And the rows of cage-like houses in front are more like beasts dormant in the dark, watching the intruding outsiders.

Su Cen's little drink was dissipated by the night wind, and she sat on a jujube tree, picking dates from the tree and eating them bored.

Eating too many jujubes tends to bloat her stomach, but it's not easy to go down for a walk to eat, so Su Cen had to find a branch to rely on, lay down and rub her stomach to digest food, and soon felt drowsy again.

Just after squinting for a while, the cold wind suddenly woke up and almost fell from the tree. Su Cen rolled up his collar and sniffed. It's time to light up.

As soon as he finished thinking, there was a rustling sound not far away. Su Cen woke up for a moment. A pair of icy eyes pierced through the layers of branches and leaves, and saw that the person who came was also dressed in black night clothes, with a thin figure and hands. Holding a shovel in his hand, he came to the jujube tree in a leisurely manner, looked around, found a seemingly flat place and buried his head in digging.

As expected, Su Cen pursed her lips, but she didn't feel the joy of guessing right. Instead, her eyes gradually turned cold, staring at the figure in the dark, unable to move.

The fragile jujube tree branches finally couldn't support Su Cen's weight, they creaked and threw him back to the ground without giving him time to prepare.

Su Cen was thrown so badly that he seemed to be pricked a few times by the hard thorns on the jujube branches on his thighs. He grinned and got up and patted the branches and leaves on his body. When he looked up, he met the sharp eyes of the man in black.

The four eyes met, the shovel gleamed coldly under the moonlight, reflected in Su Cen's eyes, like a layer of ice.

After a while, the man in black dropped the shovel in his hand and smiled helplessly: "It really is a trap."

"Feng Yiming," Su Cen said, "It really is you."

The cold moonlight elongated their figures, and the two stood facing each other. The breeze passed through the courtyard, but they were in a stalemate for a while, as if the two sentences had already been explained to the end, and no one knew how to speak again.

After a while, Feng Yiming smiled, "Since when did you start to doubt me?"

Su Cen looked directly at Feng Yiming, and slowly said: "It should be said that I have been thinking about your purpose since you came to the capital."

Feng Yiming raised his eyebrows, "Then you still bring me with you when you investigate the case? Do you want to see when I show my feet, and then catch me with your own hands, so that I will die without a place to bury me?"

"I said before that I don't want that person to be Ning San, and similarly, I don't want that person to be you either." Su Cen lowered his eyes, eyelashes covering the scene in his eyes, "But you finally let me down. "

Feng Yiming smiled sarcastically, "While full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, at the same time, he ruthlessly designed to arrest me. Mr. Su is really iron-blooded and tender. You have taken all good people, what else can I say?"

Su Cen said: "On the way to the Gongyuan that day, you cut the rope on Ning San's box with a knife, but you guaranteed that it would not break immediately. When you entered the Gongyuan, the rope couldn't hold it and finally broke. You Some people took the opportunity to bypass us and come here, creating an illusion that Tian Pingzhi was poached."

"But it is impossible to find the exact location of Tian Pingzhi's burial in such a short time, so you dug a human-shaped pit under the jujube tree, trying to create an illusion that the corpse has been dug away, but the real corpse is still there. Here, it has not been poached at all."

Su Cen looked up at Feng Yiming, breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Afterwards, you asked your people to go to the Ministry of Rites before us, and destroyed Liu Xiang's secondment record of the key of the Gongyuan, and put all the blame on Liu Xiang."

"Can these be the so-called evidence? It's also possible that Ning San himself cut the rope to disturb the audience." Feng Yiming always had a smile on his lips, and looked at Su Cen calmly, "In the end, we still treat them differently."

Su Cen shook his head, and confronted Feng Yiming with a calm expression, "I really started to wonder about the fire in the warehouse, there were only three people in it, and no one left their seats, how did the fire start? "

Feng Yiming smiled, "It's white phosphorus."

"It's white phosphorus." Su Cen said, "You put white phosphorus next to a flammable book. It's still in the shadow at first. As time goes by, the sunlight slowly shifts away, and you don't need to do it yourself. Purpose. White phosphorous is only found in secret doors, you should be familiar with it, right?"

"So that's how it is." Feng Yiming laughed at himself, "So when I tried to draw suspicion on Ning San, you already knew it was me."

Su Cen shook his head lightly, "I will excuse Ning San, and naturally I will excuse you. Maybe someone with a secret door got involved, and that person may not necessarily be you. To be honest, I will see you tonight. Before you, I didn't even know that this would be you."

Feng Yiming was taken aback for a moment, and then said after a while: "But you still set a trap to lure me into the bait, after all, you still don't trust me."

Su Cen looked at Feng Yiming quietly, his eyes couldn't tell whether it was pain or sympathy, "You wanted to use He Xiao's hand to kill me, but at the end of the year you dedicated a painting full of white phosphorous to the prince, you said Let me believe you, how do you want me to believe you?"

"I didn't know about that painting, and I didn't do it for the secret door." Feng Yiming spread his hands helplessly, "I said that everything I did was for the prince, do you believe it?"

Su Cen's eyes were cold, and he shook his head without any hesitation.

Feng Yiming smiled helplessly, "Look, this is the difference between us. I can use all despicable means for him, but you just stab holes in him with a sharp knife and a bright gun."

Feng Yiming was obviously smiling, but his eyes were almost sad, as if they were dripping with moisture, "But what he likes is the upright person after all."

The author says:

Yesterday, a little friend actually guessed it, it's amazing!