Queen's Detective

"How do you know?" Li Yan asked.

"Before Xiaoyue answered me just now, she subconsciously took a look at you. It can be seen that the reason why Miss Qin Sang and Qiuchan didn't get along was because of you, my lord. Moreover, Qiuchan mentioned it cryptically when she quarreled with the girl in the building earlier. " Yan Sanbai looked sideways at Li Yan, Li Yan was slightly taller than him, so he looked up slightly.

Here it comes again, Yan Xia Tan's sincere strike.

When Yan Sanbai looks at you seriously, you will feel that the whole universe is looking at you seriously, making it impossible for anyone to lie.Li Yan spread his hands, "Well, I admit, there is such a thing. You don't suspect that Qiu Chan attacked Qin Sang because of this, right?"

"What does your lord think?"

Li Yan said bluntly, "Qiu Chan is straightforward and has a clear distinction between love and hate. Although her mouth is a bit poisonous, she has a good heart."

Yan Sanbai smiled and said nothing.At this time, the carriage of the palace finally arrived, and it was Amon who was driving the carriage with a smile on his face, "My lord, Mr. Yan, please get in the carriage."

Li Yan raised the curtain with his folding fan, and let Yan Sanbai advance gracefully.Yan Sanbai was not too pretentious, and sat in first.The carriage doesn't look very big from the outside, but it's very spacious inside. The seats are covered with thick cushions, and there are various hidden compartments for food. Li Yan groped inside and took out a A jug of wine, and a set of white jade wine glasses, were placed on the similar brown desk in the carriage.

"Drink?" Li Yan sat cross-legged in front of the desk, as casual as if sitting in his own home.

Yan Sanbai shook his head, he is too strong to drink, he must not drink.

It's just that Li Yan's fine wine was so fragrant that even if he didn't drink it, Yan Sanbai felt like he was going to get drunk just by smelling it.So he opened the curtains on the car window a little, smelling the cool air and admiring the beautiful scenery outside.

After a long time, the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased. Yan Sanbai raised his eyes and saw a green mountain in sight. Lingjue Temple was built at the foot of the mountain.But when he turned around, Yan Sanbai found that Li Yan had fallen asleep lying on the table, and he didn't wake up until the gate of Lingjue Temple.

Yan Sanbai thought that he must be very tired, and couldn't bear to call him, but when he was about to get out of the car alone, he paused again.

He turned his head, took off one of his clothes, and gently put it on Li Yan.Fortunately, it's cold now, and I'm wearing more clothes, and I won't reveal my underwear when I take off one of them, which is elegant.

After getting out of the car, Yan Sanbai told Amon again, "Don't wake up your prince, just go back when you get down."

Yan Sanbai walked quickly, taking off his outer robe and walking in the temple of the ancient Ling Yun with a slightly thin appearance, his white figure and dark hair gave him a little more fairy air.He probably also noticed this, so whenever other people lingered, he disappeared, and only stopped to inquire when he saw the monk in the temple.

"Benefactor, Miss Qin did come here not long ago, probably more than a month ago. Although she has fallen into prostitution, she is a kind-hearted person, and she often comes here to offer incense." After many twists and turns, a young novice novice answered Yan For Sanbai's question, after Yan Sanbai showed Li Yan's token, he brought Yan Sanbai to a courtyard wall.

"She stood here for a long time that day, and I saw her cry." said the little monk.

"Cried?"

"Yes, Miss Xiaoyue handed her a handkerchief, but Miss Qin Sang looks like she is crying with joy, not sad."

Yan Sanbai was thoughtful, turned to look at the courtyard wall covered with time scars, and asked: "Did you see her talking to other men that day?"

"A man?" The little novice frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly a voice came out, "Ah, I remembered, that day I seemed to see the young master of Mrs. Jia's family also came here, and Miss Qin Sang hadn't left yet. Well, they should have met here."

"Lord Jia?" Yan Sanbai was slightly surprised, "But Jia Qing, the governor?"

"Yes, this is Mr. Jia in Luoyang City."

Was Jia Qing's son involved?This case is really getting more and more complicated, Yan Sanbai thought to himself.At this time, the little novice had to leave, and Yan Sanbai stood alone in front of the courtyard wall, at the place where the little novice said Qin Sang was standing, looking ahead.

On the wall with moss and tiny cracks, there are many poems inscribed.This is the habit of literati and poets. It seems that every time they go to a place, they have to leave something, otherwise it will be as if they have never been there.And facing Yan Sanbai, there is such a line of beautiful poems - the old monk has died and turned into a new pagoda, and the broken wall can't see the old title.

The ink marks on this poem are still very new, so it can be seen that the title has not been written yet.Yan Sanbai stretched out his hand and wiped off the dust with his fingertips, imagining how Qin Sang stood here that day.Did she cry with joy because she saw this inscription?

It should be.

In the story of Butterfly Dream, when the lady and Dong Lang met for the first time, Dong Lang happened to write such a poem on the broken wall of the old temple.

He was writing intently, stroke by stroke, carefully sketching.The lady who had never met before saw it, felt the artistic conception in it, delighted in the gracefulness of the font, and read out this poem before the tip of his pen.When Dong Lang heard the ethereal and beautiful voice, he turned his head subconsciously, so the story began here.

"The old monk has died and turned into a new pagoda, so the broken wall can't see the old questions?" Suddenly, a pleasant voice came from behind Yan Sanbai, and when he turned his head suddenly, he saw a magnified handsome face appearing in front of him. by his side.

The corners of Li Yan's mouth curled up, and he turned his head slightly. The distance between the two was only a fist, and the breath could be heard.He blinked, looking curiously at the blush on Yan Sanbai's earlobe, "What's wrong?"

"Cough, it's nothing." Yan Sanbai turned his eyes away, "Why doesn't your lord sleep more?"

Li Yan stretched out his hand and shook the white coat in his hand, "Just now, I had a dream in Nanke. I dreamed of a beautiful woman in white drinking wine and playing the piano with me. When I woke up, I had this dress on my body. Am I looking for the owner of this dress?" Well, maybe we can continue the frontier."

"My lord, stop joking." Yan Sanbai seemed annoyed, took the coat and put it on, and stood a little further away from Li Yan.

But Li Yan knew that he was not angry, if any other man came over and was molested like this, he would probably walk away.But Yan Sanbai has a good temper, and his anger is also feigned, and the feign is not very clever, there is no anger in his eyes at all.

Li Yan didn't expose him, and went down the steps to accuse him, "Xiaosheng is rude."

Yan Sanbai glanced at the sky, and decided not to argue with him.There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles.It is like dew and electricity, so it should be viewed as such.

Be human, be calm.

Li Yan couldn't help but look at Yan Sanbai again, saying that he is calm and breezy, but it is a fact that his ears are red, but this indifferent temperament is exuded from his bones, contradictory, but strangely compatible , which ended up being a... strange attraction.

The two walked out of the temple side by side, Yan Sanbai inquired about Qin Sang and Jia Le, the son of Jia Qing's family, but they didn't get much.Li Yan was very impressed with this Mr. Jia.

"I met him at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Festival last year. He has a good literary talent and good handwriting. His appearance follows his father. He is very upright. He has not married a wife yet. Now he is a scholar."

"Scholar?" Hearing this word, Yan Sanbai couldn't help pondering.

Li Yandao: "Do you think it's a coincidence? The men connected with this case are all scholars without exception, just like that Dong Lang. And the reason why I remember Jia Le is because when everyone else is writing poems When appreciating the moon and nostalgia, he was the only one who wrote a love poem, which was full of emotion and seemed like an infatuated species."

Yan Sanbai pondered for a moment, "Let's go, we're going to meet this infatuated kind."

However, when Yan Sanbai and Li Yan arrived at Jia's mansion, the gate of Jia's mansion was closed tightly, and there was not even a porter.Yan Sanbai went up to knock on the door, but no one answered for a long time.

He looked back at Li Yan——?

Li Yan thought for a while, stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Sanbai back, and then suddenly, the folding fan closed behind his back with a slamming sound, and raised one leg, "Bang!"

The door opened.

Li Yan's red dress was swaying, and he walked in like a leisurely stroll.

Yan Sanbai was stunned behind, then followed.

Investigating cases with the King of Luoyang is like a cow, and there is no door in the world that he dare not kick.

But after entering this door, Yan Sanbai and Li Yan found something was wrong.No one answered the door just now, but it doesn't mean that there is no one in Jia's mansion. On the contrary, there are many people here, very chaotic, and in a hurry.All the servants hurried away, looking here, looking there, still shouting something.Yan Sanbai listened carefully, it seemed to be the word 'young master'.

Seeing Li Yan and Yan Sanbai coming in, those people still had a trace of panic on their faces, and hurried to call Jia Qing.

Li Yan and Yan Sanbai looked at each other—it was tricky.

After a while, Jia Qing hurried over.

Before he could speak, Li Yan asked, "Lord Jia, what happened in your residence?"

Yan Sanbai continued: "But Master Ling is missing?"

Jia Qing struggled. He absolutely didn't want to tell the story unless it was absolutely necessary. He was afraid that Li Yan would find out, so he kept it a secret.But I didn't expect... Alas, it seems that I can't hide it now.

"My lord, Lord Yan, to be honest, the dog is indeed missing. I have already looked for it in the mansion, and I think it has fled outside."

"Escape?" Yan Sanbai considered the word, "Master Jia, why did you use the word escape? Could it be that you locked Mr. Ling at home? Because of Miss Qin Sang?"

Jia Qing sighed, "Master Yan is so predictable, Jia is ashamed. To tell you the truth, Gou Zi admired Miss Qin Sang for a long time, and after hearing that she passed away, I wanted to see her desperately. My heart softened, and I granted him. I thought he would stop there, but after hearing about Li Qian, he decided that it was Qin Sang's ghost who came back to take revenge, and he was going to meet that ghost, do you think this is absurd?"

Jia Qing sighed, and the hair on his temples seemed to be turning gray, "I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I had to lock him up at home. I didn't expect the servants to say that he was gone just now. Prince, Lord Yan, this is the only son of Xiaguan. If something really happened to him, in my heart..."

Jia Qing said it emotionally, but he still didn't say one thing.The reason why he kept Jia Le at home and kept the matter a secret was probably because he didn't want Li Yan to know.Like everyone else, he felt that Li Yan and Qin Sang had a very close relationship. If Jia Le really had something to do with Qin Sang, it would inevitably make Li Yan unhappy.We must know that although Li Yan does not hold real power, he is still Luoyang Yin on the surface. If he is really offended, it will be extremely detrimental to Jia Qing's career.

Yan Sanbai and Li Yan are both smart people, so they couldn't think of such a reason, but telling the truth will only make Jia Qing look bad, and it won't help the case.The most important thing now is to let Jia Qing cooperate with them.

"Lord Jia, you probably already know about Cheng Rui's death, right?" Yan Sanbai asked.

"Of course, of course." Jia Qing wiped off his sweat. His concern for his son was not fake, and now that two of them died one after another, he was unavoidably upset.

Yan Sanbai said solemnly, "The plan for now is to find Mr. Ling as soon as possible, so as to avoid any accidents for him. I also ask Mr. Jia to help me, and don't hide anything."

Jia Qing quickly agreed, and Yan Sanbai didn't delay, after discussing with Li Yan, he immediately sent all the people in the government office to look for Jia Le.

Yan Sanbai asked Jia Qing for the copybooks that Jia Le usually used to practice calligraphy, and then decided to go to Qianjiang Tower again to meet Qiu Chan.Because Qiu Chan liked him, Li Yan decided to avoid suspicion, instead of following him, he went back to the palace.

Before parting, Yan Sanbai held him back and whispered a few words to him.Li Yan raised his eyebrows, "You doubt them?"

Yan Sanbai smiled, "Many people are suspicious, who is lying, who is hiding something, you can find out with a test."

Li Yan nodded in response.

After parting, Yan Sanbai walked to Qianjiang Tower alone.As Cheng Rui's death was reported back to the city, there were already many rumors on the street.Yan Sanbai listened attentively all the way, and what he heard the most was that Qin Sang cast a curse and turned into a ghost and came back to seek revenge on the wicked.

Were Li Qian and Cheng Rui wronged?In fact, not many people care about this, countless gossip will be dug out, and the unknown "other side" of Li Qian and Cheng Rui will gradually become more and more popular.As for whether the news is true or false, maybe only one out of ten is true, but the only true news is sometimes enough to explain everything.

Yan Sanbai walked and listened all the way, and the images of Li Qian and Cheng Rui gradually became full in his heart.Halfway through the journey, he ran over alone but hurriedly.

"Hero Yan!" Ling Ding ran up to him panting, waving the handkerchief in his hand, "Handkerchief, I found it!"

"How?" Yan Sanbai asked.

Ling Ding looked around, leaned into Yan Sanbai's ear and said, "This handkerchief belongs to a lady from a rich family, who lives in the east of the city. I went to investigate secretly, and the two of you probably have an affair!"