I am a consultant in Kaifeng

Kaifeng House.

Du Xiaoning was standing in the interrogation room, and the boy Shoufeng was standing beside her.

In front of her is Mr. Zhang in prison clothes.

Mr. Zhang, whose name is Qingping, is now in his thirties, with a thin figure and a handsome appearance. Even in prison clothes, he can't hide his bookish spirit.

He stood up straight, looking directly at Du Xiaoning, "I pushed Ren Minling down the moat."

Du Xiaoning smiled, "I didn't ask you about it."

Zhang Qingping was stunned, he suspected that he had heard wrong.

He looked at Du Xiaoning suspiciously, and said, "If you don't ask about this, then why are you looking for me?"

Du Xiaoning winked at him, and said in a casual voice, "Let's chat."

Zhang Qingping: ""

He sneered and said sarcastically, "Looking for a chat with me? Are people in Kaifeng mansion so idle?"

The jailer brought in two chairs.

Du Xiaoning pointed to one of them, "Mr. Zhang, please sit down."

Zhang Qingping snorted softly, put his hands behind his back, and didn't sit down.

Du Xiaoning was not angry either, she lifted the hem of her clothes and sat on the chair.

"Everyone in Kaifeng Mansion is very busy. I'm the only one who has nothing to do all day long. I heard that a few days ago there was a man rushing to plead guilty. I was curious, so I came to have a look."

Zhang Qingping looked at her, "You are Du San."

Du Xiaoning raised her eyebrows, "Oh? So Mr. Zhang knows me."

Zhang Qingping smiled, and said in a contemptuous tone, "The three sons of the Ministry of Punishment are all famous in Bianjing, who doesn't know them? It's a pity, that's not a good reputation."

The third son said "Oh", and his eyes fell on Zhang Qingping.

He stood up straight, clenched his hands by his sides, in a very solemn gesture.

But the words spoken were too contemptuous, obviously looking down on the embroidered pillow of the third son.

- Contradictory gestures and speech.

This Zhang Qingping is not a liar.

Du Xiaoning gave a "tsk", "Mr. Zhang seems to look down on me."

Zhang Qing kept a straight face and snorted coldly.

Du Xiaoning looked at him with a strange tone, "You look down on me, and you're still waiting for me to chat with you?"

Zhang Qingping:? ? ?

Zhang Qingping's face was livid, "Who, who is waiting for you to chat?!"

The third young master sat on his seat, smiling without saying a word.

Zhang Qingping: ""

Standing behind the third young master, Shou Feng looked at the leisurely third young master, and then at Zhang Qingping, whose face turned blue and white, at a loss.

Mr. Zhang stared at the third young master like an enemy.

How did the third son see that Mr. Zhang was waiting for him to chat?

There was a silence between the two.

Zhang Qingping is indeed not a person who is good at lying, but not being good at lying does not mean that he cannot hide things.

The hand on the side was clenched into a fist and then released, and the Adam's apple was sliding up and down.

Du Xiaoning spoke in a gentle and calm voice, "You didn't push Ren Minling down the moat, why did you plead guilty?"

Zhang Qingping frowned slightly invisibly.

He pursed his lips, as if wanting to confront Du Xiaoning, and said in a blunt tone: "I pushed her down, believe it or not."

"Well, since you insisted, then you pushed her down."

Zhang Qingping:? ? ?

That's it?

He said that Ren Minling was pushed down the moat by him, does the third son believe it?

He didn't care how Ren Minling was pushed down, nor did he care how he fell in love with Ren Minling?

Zhang Qingping was really surprised

He didn't expect that Du San, the embroidered pillow, wouldn't ask.

He stood there for a while, then stared at Du Xiaoning with a serious expression, as if he wanted to confirm something.

Du Xiaoning met his gaze and asked, "Are you disappointed?"

Zhang Qingping pursed his lips and looked away.

Du Xiaoning stood up and walked in front of Zhang Qingping.

The two stood opposite each other.

Du Xiaoning's voice was still gentle, but his tone was somewhat cold, "Mr. Zhang, the Kaifeng Mansion never wrongs good people, but you should be clear in your heart that even if he is a good person, if he wants to die, the Kaifeng Mansion cannot stop him."

Zhang Qingping was silent and didn't answer.

Du Xiaoning didn't force it, she sat back on the chair, the jailer was considerate, and even brought a cup of hot tea to the third son.

The third son took the teacup, and his phoenix eyes cast another glance at Zhang Qingping, "I heard that Mr. Zhang is from Liangzhou. He went to Beijing to take the exam five years ago. After the exam, he stayed in Bianjing. After spending all his money, he went to The private school has become a teacher."

Zhang Qingping stood upright, with his hands behind his back, "Bianjing is a place full of luxury and money. I am fascinated by wealth and wealth, and I don't want to go back to the barren land of Liangzhou."

Du Xiaoning was amused, "Bewitched by wealth, why don't you work as an aide in an adult's house, but teach in a private school?"

Zhang Qingping stopped talking again.

This Mr. Zhang is indeed an interesting person.

He is not good at lying, and he knows this himself, so he doesn't talk much.

He was sure that the Kaifeng Mansion would not use torture to extract confessions, so he was always ready to respond with silence, and shut up all the things he felt he couldn't answer, or things that were easy to make mistakes.

How can I say it?

Du Xiaoning thinks that Zhang Qingping is very smart, he doesn't eat oil and salt, and a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

No wonder people like Gongsun Ce and Zhan Zhao have nothing to do with him.

Du Xiaoning tried to listen to his heart, and it was as quiet as the surface of a stagnant lake.

Du Xiaoning didn't bother to deal with him, and went straight to the point, "Do you know that Ren Minling is pregnant?"

Zhang Qingping's face remained unchanged, his attitude was natural and flawless, "I don't know, if I knew, would I still need to persuade her to cook raw rice with me, and force Ren Wu to agree to our marriage?"

"You lied, you already knew." Du Xiaoning pierced him with a gentle tone and even a smile, "This is so natural, you have practiced it many times in secret, right?"

Zhang Qingping didn't know how to answer, so his face was paralyzed.

Shoufeng couldn't help but glanced at Zhang Qingping.

To be honest, the young man wondered how the third son could see that he was lying and practice secretly.

At this moment, the third young master raised his hand holding the teacup.

The young man took the teacup with great insight.

Du Xiaoning stood up and stretched out her hands to straighten her sleeves.

She looked at Zhang Qingping, and said with a very good temper: "You came to Kaifeng Mansion, and you clearly asked for something, but you didn't say anything, how can someone help you?"

Zhang Qingping took a deep breath, but still didn't speak.

Du Xiaoning changed the subject, "Have you heard of the Golden Pavilion?"

Zhang Qingping glanced at the third son, nodded and said: "I heard that the jewelry inside is very expensive, and ordinary people can't afford one with their life savings."

Du Xiaoning: "Ren Minling has a shrimp whisker bracelet hidden in the Golden Pavilion."

Zhang Qingping was silent, and there was no surprise on his face.

Seeing this, Du Xiaoning smiled, and asked again: "You said that in your case, should the Kaifeng government start the investigation from the Dafo Temple, or from the Zangjin Pavilion?"

Zhang Qingping raised his eyelids and said nothing, apparently with a very casual attitude.

Du Xiaoning smiled, turned around, "Shou Feng."

Shoufeng:? ?

The third son has already walked out the door, "Let's go."

Shou Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Zhang Qingping, and quickly followed Du Xiaoning.

Walking out of the interrogation room, the sun is shining outside.

Du Xiaoning's eyes were squinted by the dazzling sunlight.

"That..." Shou Feng, who was following her, considered his words, "Third Young Master, Mr. Zhang looks like this, is he a good guy or a bad guy?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't think Mr. Zhang looks like a bad guy."

"You can't judge by appearance. There are many bad people who look like good people. Have you forgotten Mr. Mu?"

Shoufeng said "ah", "That's right."

He walked beside Du Xiaoning, and when he walked through the half-moon-shaped arch, he suddenly said: "Then why will the third son tell Mr. Gongsun and my brother about Mr. Zhang?"

Du Xiaoning paused and looked at Shoufeng.

Shoufeng looked innocent, "They seem to have great expectations of you."

Du Xiaoning: ""

Du Xiaoning smiled: "What else can I say? Let's just say it."

Mr. Zhan was a little unhappy.

Anyone who is fooled like a fool will not be happy in his heart.

But when he was upset, it wasn't like a storm, but his brows were a little stern.

Mr. Zhan was sitting on the armchair, his long legs had no place to rest, so he simply hooked a chair to sit on it, looking casual and uninhibited.

He looked at Du Xiaoning who was drinking water, and asked, "What do you mean, Zhang Qingping came to plead guilty because he knew that the Kaifeng Mansion would not wrong good people?"

Du Xiaoning raised her eyes, "Probably that's what it means."

Gongsun Ce, who was busy at work, came over, sat opposite Du Xiaoning, and asked, "Did you get any clues?"

Du Xiaoning shook his head, "His words are mixed, and he is unwilling to cooperate. It is difficult to find useful clues."

Gongsun Ce sighed helplessly, "He pleaded guilty, and his mouth is like a clam shell. It's really hard to make any progress."

Du Xiaoning: "He came to the door to plead guilty on purpose. He concealed many things and did not report them. There is no accident. He just wanted to draw the Kaifeng government's attention to Ren Minling's case."

Gongsun Ce was quiet for a moment, then asked again: "You and Mr. Zhan went to Renjia Village, and now you see Zhang Qingping again, what do you think?"

Du Xiaoning was holding the Nine Chains in his hand, and he was focused on two things, "Ren Minling's death was not an accident, whether it was suicide or homicide, it was premeditated. Zhang Qingping went to Beijing for the exam five years ago and lived in the Great Buddha Temple for some time. Ren Minling will go to the Great Buddha Temple to pray and burn incense for her parents on the first and fifteenth day of every month, and she should investigate what happened when Zhang Qingping lived in the Great Buddha Temple five years ago."

Du Xiaoning put down the Jiulianhuan in his hand, and took out a gleaming golden shrimp whisker bracelet.

When Gongsun Ce saw the shrimp beard bracelet, he was a little surprised, "Is this from Ren Minling?"

Du Xiaoning nodded.

Mr. Gongsun was very knowledgeable, and said with a frown, "This is an ornament from the Cangjin Pavilion. Mr. Zhang can't afford it even after selling all his belongings."

Mr. Zhan was very surprised to hear Mr. Gongsun's words.

Zhan Zhao: "Do you know the ornaments in the Golden Pavilion?"

Gongsun Ce: "Yes."

Zhan Zhao: "I thought you were quite poor."

Gongsun Ce didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't deny the fact that he was poor, and said half-jokingly: "It's because I'm poor that I want to know these valuable things to motivate myself."

Zhan Zhao: ""

It's justifiable and irrefutable.

Gongsun Ce's fingertips lightly touched the edge of the shrimp beard bracelet, looking at Du Xiaoning's black eyes reflecting the sunlight outside, they were clear and gentle, "Should we also check the Tibetan Golden Pavilion?"