Proton's Journey

"My name is Ruoshui."

"Hehe, Ruoshui is a pseudonym, but I don't remember my real name for a long time."

"You can record Ruo Shui, and I don't deny it, Ruo Shui is me."

"I am a spy, and I entered the palace with a mission. I was the one who poisoned King Zhao."

"Poisoned in the rouge I smeared on my lips."

……

Li Kan successfully recorded the statement on paper, and Ruoshui came over to sign the statement with great cooperation.

Everything went well, making Li Kan feel like he was dreaming.

"Lord Li, take your leave."

A pale figure opened the window and disappeared into the dark night.

When Li Kan woke up, he was still holding the freshly ink-stained confession in his hand. He read it carefully several times, and was shocked to find that everything that was extremely absurd last night was actually true.

With the confession in his sleeve, he went to see King Zhao, and then reported all the things that happened last night.

When Ruoshui was passed on, he was still a majestic and proud fighting cock, but a bit beyond Li Kan's expectations, Ruoshui in front of him refused to admit his confession to the confession in front of him, and even opened his mouth to retract the confession.

But last night, she clearly provided Li Kan with countless details of the crime that could crush her to death.

The rouge box used by Ruoshui was taken out, and as expected, the medical officer detected the poison of "Jiangli" from it.

Originally, Ruoshui was going to be executed, but she already had the flesh and blood of King Zhao, so she was dispatched to the cold palace and kept under strict surveillance until she gave birth to the prince at full term before becoming Lingchi.

When Ruoshui was taken away, he stopped beside Li Kan and whispered a word to him.

"For the sake of helping you solve the case and make meritorious deeds, Mr. Li must come and have a chat with me when you are free."

"Don't forget to bring a jar of good wine, I have a good story to tell."

"Li Kan, do you know what kind of fight is the most interesting?" Ruoshui asked Li Kan while straightening the thread in his hand.

"I think it would be more interesting to meet an evenly matched opponent, who can't tell the winner after three hundred battles, but gradually feels sympathy for each other in his heart." Li Kan unsealed the wine jar and said.

"Fighting with others brings infinite joy, fighting against heaven brings endless joy, fighting with earth brings infinite joy, but only fighting with oneself is the true endless joy!"

Ruoshui laughed and tore apart the silk thread that had just been braided into a big girl's braid, scratched and kneaded it into a ball.

"Lu wine is thin and Handan is surrounded, and the 30-year-old Congtai wine may still be able to match my story."

"People in our family, counting from me for several generations, all have strong tempers, and they are extremely good at fighting with others."

Paired with 30-year-old Congtai wine, the story of Ruoshui begins.

"When it came to my grandfather's generation, he reached the pinnacle of fighting with others.

My grandfather is a very good tailor, cutting, embroidering, and sewing are all excellent. No one in a hundred miles can beat him, and of course no one dares to beat him. Who dares to beat him? With Grandpa's temperament, he will definitely come to him and fight him to the death.

A person with a cockfighting temper has no object to fight on his own territory. My grandfather felt extremely monotonous and depressed in his heart.

Until one day, an old man who returned from his hometown came to my grandfather's shop and placed an order, an order that lasted for half a month, to make a gray-blue soft satin embroidered cotton gown, which was said to be in half a month. He wants to use it when he celebrates his birthday.

My grandfather's hand speed is extremely fast. It took only three days to embroider the tuanhua on the cotton robe. The tuanhua was removed from the embroidery frame and ironed, and then covered with cotton wool. No accidents, my grandpa felt The rest of the work he could do in a day or so.

After my grandfather installed the embroidery frame, he inserted the door and went to sleep contentedly.

The next day my grandfather woke up early in the morning and went to remove the cloth covering the embroidery frame. Guess what my grandfather saw? "

After drinking a bowl of wine to the bottom, Ruoshui threw a question mark at Li Kan.

"The flowers on the embroidery frame were stolen." Li Kan said without thinking.

"Oh, this question seems to have no suspense. However, the bouquet of flowers is indeed gone, but it was not stolen by someone, but dismantled. The dismantled silk threads were put on the embroidery stand one by one, and the bouquet was formed. A colorful hydrangea."

"My grandpa stood outside the door and scolded the street for a long time. The child next door who scolded the child next door was kicked on his mother's ass and dared not go out to make soy sauce. He cried and said yes, for fear of being scolded by the street outside the door. The tailor recognized the suspect and was scolded to death."

"Is it the tailor's bouquet that you bastard secretly removed?!" The child's mother kicked the child's ass again, and asked the child's ear.

"Whoever has nothing to do dares to tear apart the tailor's bouquet, I don't think it's too long!" The child threw the soy sauce bottle back into the cupboard, patted the shoe print on his buttocks, and said with extreme contempt and disdain.

Grandpa Ruoshui didn't scold to death the real culprit who tore down his flower in this scolding battle, so he could only be extremely indignant and spent another three days re-embroidering a flower with the pattern of longevity surrounded by peonies.

In the early morning of the fourth day, when Grandpa Ruoshui went to unveil the embroidery frame, he found that the bouquet was gone again.

On this day, under the rage, Grandpa Ruoshui's cursing escalated even more. The neighbors who scolded all closed their doors and closed their doors at home with cotton balls stuffed into their ears, thinking secretly, the person who dared to tear apart the tailor's balls, psychologically. The ability to bear is really strong enough, which is really a good job!

After Grandpa Ruoshui finished embroidering the third group flower, he set up some small ambushes around the frame where the group flowers were placed before boldly going to sleep in the door.

On the second day, when Grandpa Ruoshui went to unveil the tuanhua, he found that the tuanhua was gone again.

One of the mouse traps ambushing around Tuanhua was knocked over.

Immediately afterwards, Grandpa Ruoshui found that there was a shoe that had been torn by the mousetrap thrown beside the mousetrap, and the upper looked like his shoe.

Master Ruoshui took off his socks in a panic and saw that there was a bruise on his right front foot, as if it had been caught in a mousetrap.