Beauty is sick

Jin Lingjiu was in a good mood. After he came out of the nephrite hall, he had a faint smile on his face.

Ever since he came to Huaizhou City, he smiled a lot more than before, especially after it was reported that he had a deep personal relationship with a certain Tanhua Lang. Zuo Ping was used to it, and he didn't need to guess to know that his ninth master should be just now. What happened to Pei Tanhua, otherwise she wouldn't have taken off her coat again.

Strange to say, ever since he met Pei Zhe, Jin Lingjiu always brought extra clothes when he went out, and he had to take them off unexpectedly.

Mu Jiao was sent away from Jiangyang when she was more than ten years old, and she has not seen Jinling Jiu for many years.

In her impression, senior brother is a taciturn person who doesn't seem to be able to laugh, he is not interested in anything because he learns everything without effort.

Usually, he always looks indifferent, not to mention laughing, it is rare to even hook his lips, but today he can't suppress his emotions, and his joy is real and strong.

While Mu Jiao was in a trance, Zuo Ping explained the progress of the plan in detail.

The matter of the porcelain kiln was just an excuse, including Pei Zhe, they knew very well that there were other important matters in Yecheng that could not be known by Pei Zhe, so Jinling Jiuzhi separated the two of them.

Zuo Ping took care of the affairs of the first floor in the world. Jin Lingjiu had never been in front of him before. He would only go with him today when he was interested. He did not expect to meet Pei Zhe.

But fortunately, even if he doesn't show up, Zuo Ping can handle the matter well by himself.

"The evidence of the letter has been destroyed. No one will find us. The two of them just wanted to go back to their old club on a whim. Unexpectedly, something happened here and they were brutally killed."

"The kid killed someone and took all his belongings. With the cover of our people, he left the nephrite hall without being discovered."

Jin Lingjiu suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "Find someone to watch him, don't let him leave Yecheng, if he escapes, then everything will be in vain."

The left screen responded, and he just walked to the place where the horses were watched. He took out the thick velvet cloak he was wearing and handed it to Jinling Jiu: "Master Jiu, go back and ask the doctor to cook some medicine to drive you out. Especially cold."

Jin Lingjiu had just recovered from his illness, and now that the wind is blowing, he is afraid that he will catch a cold again.

If it wasn't for his uncle Jiu's severe cleanliness, Zuo Ping would have taken off his coat and put it on for him.

Jin Lingjiu frowned when he heard the words: "No need, it's not that cold."

Zuo Ping knew that he would say that, and quietly bumped Mu Jiao's arm.

Jin Lingjiu didn't like to take medicine, and was afraid of suffering. If he had no choice, he would not take it.

A few days ago, he was in a trance, had a low-grade fever, and didn't take any medicine. The doctor didn't understand his physical condition, and was afraid that the prescribed medicine would conflict and aggravate his condition, so he could only let him recover in a daze.Medicines for dispelling cold are common and will not interfere with other medicines. There will be no problem if you take one or two doses.

Mu Jiao showed a well-timed shock: "Couldn't senior brother be afraid of suffering?"

Jinling Jiu didn't lift his eyelids: "Yes."

He has a kind of willful magnanimity, and he doesn't pay attention to the world's prejudices at all. For example, men should be strong and responsible, and it is ashamed to show weakness.

"I remember when you were young, taking medicine was the easiest thing to do, and you didn't need to be coaxed. When did you start to fear suffering?" Mu Jiao wondered.

After being reminded by her, the image of taking medicine when she was a child appeared in her mind, and Jin Lingjiu froze all over. It seemed that she had never cried out for suffering at that time, but why is she afraid of suffering now?

He couldn't even think of when this feeling of fear of suffering began.

It seems that from a certain point of time, suddenly, many subtle habits have been added. Those habits are hidden under the calm water and will not be revealed easily. Some clues can be seen in the minutiae.

Now is that moment, and he also found the clue, but he couldn't find that point in time.

Ordinary people may ignore it, but Jin Lingjiu will not let go of this doubt. His excitement gradually calmed down, and he changed the subject calmly: "Who arranged the screen?"

In the room of the Nephrite Jade Pavilion, the screen at the partition was red. He only realized after taking off his clothes that it was not blood, but a mixture of cinnabar and water. Because the wounds of the two deceased were too large, the blood flowed a little ground, covering up the smell of cinnabar.

It coincided with their plan, and it definitely couldn't be done by that kid.

The reason why Jin Lingjiu cared about this was mainly because the impact of the screen and the bright red bloodstains was so strong that he couldn't control himself and remembered some bad things.

That was the deepest fear buried in his heart, and it was a psychological obstacle that he could not overcome so far.

It was also because of that scene that his emotions suppressed by the medicine began to surge again, driving him crazy, and he couldn't help but show his hidden side to Pei Zhe.

Mu Jiao's train of thought was indeed taken astray by him, and she proudly said: "I came up with it. I saw a painting in Daddy's study before. The screen on that painting was dotted with cinnabar. I thought of this, and then made a fuss on the screen, does it work well, brother, what do you think?"

Master's painting?Jin Lingjiu lowered his eyelids, and responded in a neutral voice: "It's pretty good."

Not only is it very good, but it directly made him sick.

It was rare to be praised by Jinling Jiu when she was young. These three words made Mu Jiao very excited, and the senior brother praised her.

Her brother with facial paralysis will laugh!And he will praise her!

She is a child at heart, simple and straightforward, without so many twists and turns, and can't see the hidden thoughts of her senior brother. Only Zuo Ping still remembers taking the medicine, and wants to remind Mu Jiao that seeing her so excited, she doesn't want to. To please her, he silently shut his mouth.

Jin Lingjiu was wearing a big cloak, and grabbed the fluff at the collar: "Stay here tonight, don't go back and forth."

The coat he wore before was left to Pei Zhe, and it was covered with cinnabar paint dyed from the screen. Tanhualang knew he was wrong and said he would wash it for him, and he agreed.

Pei Zhe's behavior was not out of line. After the two separated with a kiss, they inevitably fell into a slightly awkward situation, so they used the matter of washing clothes to change the topic.

At that time, although Jin Lingjiu's mood had calmed down, a turbulent sea arose in his heart. Once his illness flared up, it was not easy to suppress it. In the past, he had to cooperate with the medicine prepared by his master to restore his calm. This time he was unexpectedly beaten by Pei Zhe Kiss to appease.

Surprised in his heart, a trace of ecstasy filled his heart, he stared closely at the person holding him down, and forced the bold and presumptuous Tanhua Lang to stare blankly, his face turned red.

That spot of red is brighter than the cinnabar on the screen.

As soon as this idea came out, Jin Lingjiu immediately felt that the screen that was similar to what he remembered was no longer so hideous, but rather charming, hiding ambiguous thoughts that could not be expressed.

He knew it was called Aiwujiwu.

There are a lot of people coming and going in Yecheng, hotels and inns can be seen everywhere, the three of them led the horses, and found one that looked good.

Something happened in the nephrite hall tonight, the Huaizhou commanding army intervened, and it was still restless in the middle of the night. Whether walking on the street or in the inn, you could hear endless noises.

The three of them shared a room with each other, but something happened tonight, and Yecheng urgently sealed off the city gates, causing a large number of passers-by from other places to stay in the city, and hotels and inns were in short supply. Due to the high price there are two vacant rooms left.

Seeing them hesitate, the shopkeeper smacked his lips, and said slowly: "The last two rooms, do you want the guest officials? If you don't want them, I will rent them out. It's the middle of the night, where can I find a second inn? Those who don't want to sleep on the street There are too many people, don’t just pretend that someone needs you.”

What he said was justified, and there might not be a suitable inn any further.

Mu Jiao, an unmarried daughter's family, naturally couldn't share a room with their two big men, so it didn't sound good to hear about it.

Jin Lingjiu was very suspicious, he never let people stay overnight in his room, and he would never expose his fragile state while sleeping to outsiders, not even Zuo Ping, who had been with him for many years.

It's too late to find another inn today, but fortunately he is still in good spirits today, he is not in a weak state like before, sitting opposite Zuo Ping, it is not unbearable to stay up all night.

He was about to make arrangements when Mu Jiao said first: "I want both rooms! Zuo Ping and I share a room, and senior brother has a room by himself, okay?"

Zuo Ping's face suddenly turned red: "This, this is not polite, if it spreads, it will be bad for you."

Jin Lingjiu nodded: "That's right, you have a room by yourself, and Zuo Ping and I share a room."

"Pfft, senior brother, Zuo Ping, why are you all so pedantic?" Mu Jiao stretched her waist, and said indifferently, "What kind of etiquette is not polite, we children of the world never mind these things, I have been out and about all these years, there are It's too late to find an inn, we all make do together in the ruined temple, and occasionally we can meet someone who stays with us, no one cares."

Jin Lingjiu: "This is different. If Master finds out, I—"

Mu Jiao waved her hand, interrupted his words, and walked upstairs to the inn: "My father doesn't mind, you didn't change your mind because of the world, why did you become so polite? Could it be me and Zuo Sleeping in the same room, is it unclear to us? Besides..."

She turned her head and sighed faintly: "Brother, don't I know you? You never share a room with others. You must be planning to stay up all night. It's fine if it's normal, but not tonight. I just had a low-grade fever a few days ago, and the illness is still not cured, and now the cold wind is blowing again, if I don’t rest well, the illness will definitely get worse, I can’t just watch you fall down."

Jin Lingjiu fell silent, he could see that Mu Jiao had made up her mind, and it was useless to persuade her again.

Mu Jiao is four years younger than him. Because of his master, he has always regarded Mu Jiao as his younger sister. When she was a child, Mu Jiao loved to cry and fight, and he carefully protected her. Now that the little girl has grown up, she is no longer what she used to be. , but turned his head to protect him, even considering such subtleties.

Even though Mu Jiao said that the sons and daughters of the world don't care about trifles, Jin Lingjiu still couldn't enjoy her concessions with peace of mind.

"What are you still doing in a daze, Zuo Ping is in a hurry, brother too, get some rest early, I have work to do tomorrow." Mu Jiao greeted them standing beside the stairs.

Zuo Ping panicked and looked at Jinling Jiu helplessly: "Master Jiu, I..." Am I going?

Sharing a room with Mu Jiao was something he had never thought about.

No, I dare not think about it.

Jin Lingjiu sighed: "Go, you play the floor."

Zuo Ping's head was numb, he thought to himself what kind of floor bed should I sleep on, and why should I sleep at the door, so I can stand guard at the door.

He thought so, and did the same. Mu Jiao couldn't persuade him anyway, and she was sleepy again, so she fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Zuo Ping sat at the table, with his back straight, his back facing the bed, and he didn't glance at it.

In the next room, Jin Lingjiu tossed and turned, but did not fall asleep.

As soon as he was lying on the bed, he couldn't control himself, recalling what happened in the nephrite hall, and that unexpected kiss.

Jin Lingjiu had found out a long time ago, he didn't hate Pei Zhe's touch.

When we first met, Pei Zhe approached him, held his hand, and when he touched him, he just felt offended, and he didn't have the disgust for other people.

The first time was in the hot spring, he became obsessed with ghosts, and approached Pei Zhe on his own initiative. At that time, the two of them were more or less dizzy and couldn't count.

But this time, Pei Zhe was sober. Although he was not very calm, the eased emotions could explain the problem better.

Being easily swayed by one person and one kiss, Jin Lingjiu had a headache and was at a loss, and perhaps had a little secret expectation and joy.

Pei Zhe was also at a loss.

He is not as comfortable as Jin Lingjiu, he has a bed to sleep in, and the nephrite hall is not over yet, he wants to sit in town with Lin Jingkong, since Jin Lingjiu left, he has not come out of the room where the deceased was found.

There was blood everywhere, or cinnabar, and there was nowhere to set foot, let alone sit.

What he was holding in his hand was Jin Lingjiu's clothes, the fabric was fine and smooth, in line with his wealthy temperament.

This is a silver-gray robe, and after being stained with cinnabar, the red is particularly obvious.

Pei Zhe squeezed the center of his brows with a headache. He has washed clothes, but he has never washed clothes that have been so "dirty". It was done by him again, and it seems inappropriate to let others wash them.

Even if it is suitable, he has already promised Jin Lingjiu that he must wash it himself.

Pei Zhe was worried about how to wash his clothes, his brows were almost twisted into Sichuan characters.

Lin Jingkong saw his appearance as soon as he entered the door, and his heart tightened: "Is this case difficult?"

"Difficult." Pei Zhe sighed.

Lin Jingkong swallowed his saliva, and began to think about how to get the case out. The officials in Yecheng were a good candidate, and the case happened within his jurisdiction, so it should be his responsibility.

It seems that in a few days, Jun Shuci will arrive. As the new magistrate of Huaizhou City, he is the top leader. The new official will be the top three. No matter what happens, he has to solve a case to show his ability.

When Pei Zhe recovered from the laundry problem, Lin Jingkong had already thought of several ways to "shirk responsibility", and waited for Jun Shuci to go to Huaizhou, so he could try them out one by one.

"When did you come?" Pei Zhe restrained his expression, "Is everything arranged properly?"

Lin Jingkong: "The arrangement has been made, and the city gate is sealed. Yecheng is a small place, but there are many people coming and going, so the arrangement was delayed a little. Xiao Chi is negotiating with the local officials here. There are not many people here, so they should I'll come over later, and bring Wuzuo with me."

After speaking briefly, Lin Jingkong frowned: "Do you want to go out first?"

Thinking about things just now, my mind was tense, but now that I calmed down, I was dizzy from the thick bloody smell, and I wanted to run away.

Pei Zhe glanced at him: "Have you ever seen a dead person? Can't even bear this?"

Lin Jingkong said with a dull face: "I have seen dead people, but I have never seen such a tragic one. The murderer didn't know what kind of enmity he had with these two people, and his intestines were pulled out. Look, I only know about the bloody one now." , the death of Lord Zhifu is nothing at all."

In contrast, the magistrate had only his neck broken and his feet cut off, which is indeed not so cruel in terms of the way of death.

In addition, it was Wu Yong who made the move, and he was fascinated by Mr. Wu when he was young, and the way he twisted his neck was crisp and neat. It seems that the magistrate should not have suffered much before his death.

The two women were different. There was an opening in the stomach, and the intestines were pulled out. No other wounds were seen on the body. The wound on the stomach should be a fatal wound, not a one-shot death. The degree of pain can be imagined.

Pei Zhe rubbed the clothes in his hands, and said "um" indifferently: "What is this? Although the way of death of these two people is a bit unbearable to look at directly, it is still within the acceptable range, but the way of death of the magistrate It’s really simple, how cheap he is.”

Although Lin Jingkong also thought so, but he only dared to think in his heart, he would not say it out loud, at least he was an official in the same dynasty, even if he looked down on him, he would not be so blatant.

What Pei Tanhua said was somewhat cruel.

The officials from Yecheng had to wait for a while to arrive, Pei Zhe didn't care too much, but he was afraid that Lin Jingkong would make a fuss, so he followed him out of the room.

The door of the room was guarded by a commanding army. Since the discovery of the body, the entire Nephrite Jade Hall has been brought under control, including the presence or absence of the madam, and all the people in the Nephrite Jade Hall have been placed in one room.After the other guests were searched and checked, they could register their names and surnames, and then they could leave the Nephrite Hall, but they could not leave Yecheng.

Lin Jingkong could tell at a glance that Pei Zhe was holding Jin Lingjiu's clothes. Since seeing the two holding hands, his impression of Pei Zhe had completely changed.

It's nothing to pick up clothes, maybe one day this skinny and shameless Tanhua Lang will kidnap and take Jiu Gongzi to do other things.

"Did the ninth son fall down? Why is there so much blood on his clothes?"

Pei Zhe was copying the middle part of the clothes with one hand. The outer side of the silver-gray robe was almost completely dyed, turning a dark color.

"It's not blood, it's cinnabar." Pei Zhe shook his clothes and said absently.

"Cinnabar again?"

Lin Jingkong couldn't help frowning.

Pei Zhe was stunned for a moment, the word "again" reminded him that using cinnabar to pretend to be blood was similar to the case in Huaizhou City.

During the Shangyuan night banquet, the blood from the fake corpse fished out of the river was cinnabar, and the words on the soles of Sun Liu’s feet were also written in cinnabar. This cinnabar is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

It's like a symbol, connecting the two cases.

Pei Zhe raised his head suddenly: "By the way, where's that idiot from before?"

When he went downstairs, he felt that something was wrong, and wanted Lin Jingkong to take the fool away, but the bustard suddenly appeared, followed by the corpse, disrupting everything.

Lin Jingkong: "Earlier, the old bustard said she needed someone to help her wash and wash, so she was taken to another room. I remember that room seemed to be on the easternmost side of the second floor."

Pei Zhe's expression was serious, Lin Jingkong faintly felt that something was wrong, and ran to the other side of the corridor.

The room was empty.

Lin Jingkong turned around and left: "Maybe I misremembered the room, I'll ask the bustard if it's somewhere else."

Pei Zhe grabbed him: "No need."

Lin Jingkong: "What?"

Pei Zhe pointed to the torn clothes in the corner: "That's the clothes that idiot wore before."

Lin Jingkong hesitated: "Maybe she changed her clothes after taking a shower?"

Pei Zhe glanced at him like a fool: "Is there a bucket in this room? The water hasn't been delivered in such a short time. What does she use to bathe? Is there water in your head?"

Lin Jingkong: "..."

A good Tanhualang, who looks like a dog, why is he always not doing human things, not speaking human words?

Pei Zhe walked to the corner, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to pick up the dress. When he was about to touch it, he withdrew his hand again and looked back at Lin Jingkong: "Commander Lin, please come here."

Commander Lin immediately understood what he meant: "Master Pei, I suddenly remembered that there is still something to do, or you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Zhe narrowed his eyes and said: "Lin Jingkong, do you still want to solve the case? This is the clue. If I'm not wrong, that idiot should be deliberately attracting our attention. She was with the murderer."

Seeing the threat on his face, Lin Jingkong gritted his teeth secretly: "Master Pei, can't you make a move?"

"Okay." Pei Zhe stood up slowly, "If you want me to do it, don't ask me to use my brain after that."

Lin Jingkong had nothing to say, and picked up the dirty clothes on the ground.

"What are you looking at me for? Am I also holding a piece of clothing?" Pei Zhe glanced at him.

Commander Lin didn't bother to break up with him anymore, can this fucking be the same, a dirty rag, and a scented dress, can they be compared?

Pei Zhe obviously didn't want to end this topic easily, so he smiled, pretending to be incredulous: "If you want to blame you, blame Jinling Jiu."

Lin Jingkong raised his eyes in doubt, how could Jin Lingjiu be blamed for this?

Pei Zhe saw his doubts, and explained slowly: "It's not that I have to trouble you, you know better than me how expensive the shopkeeper on the first floor of the world is, and the clothes are like a person, Jin Lingjiu specially asked me to get them for him." It’s not good to get your clothes dirty.”

At this moment, he had already forgotten that if it wasn't for him, the clothes wouldn't be soiled.

Lin Jingkong didn't speak, just stared at Pei Zhe for a long time, and finally asked seriously: "Master Pei, are you sure you're not showing off?"

Pei Zhe: "Huh?"

After Lin Jingkong was out of anger, a lot of water evaporated in his mind: "If you want to express that your relationship with Mr. Ninth is unusual, you don't need to beat around the bush and ask you to hold the clothes. This kind of statement is too blunt."

Commander Lin, who was so bullied that he lost his mind, finally gave up on being a little fugitive and turned back.

Pei Zhe stood in the room for a while, until Lin Jingkong left.

Is he showing off?

Showing off your unusual relationship with Jin Lingjiu?

How can it be!

The room was very quiet, and there was no strong smell of blood. The scent of plum blossoms on the clothes mixed with the smell of cinnabar, blending a special smell, which belonged to Jinling Jiu tonight, lingering on the tip of Pei Zhe's nose.

After a while, he touched his lips, sighed, and gave up deceiving himself.

It is possible, he admits.

Because Jin Lingjiu was unusual in his heart.

Pei Zhe and Lin Jingkong waited in the nephrite hall until dawn, but no officials from Yecheng came over.

Xiao Chi promised that he had conveyed everything, and the officials from Yecheng also agreed to come soon. As for why they haven't arrived yet, he doesn't know what's going on.

Lin Jingkong asked the commander of the army to buy food, and everyone finished eating together. After a while, the officials from Yecheng came to the nephrite hall.

The local official in Yecheng, surnamed Liu, called Liu Xun, brought Wu Zuo here in person.

Wu Zuo performed an autopsy on the corpse, and Pei Zhe, Lin Jingkong, and Liu Xun were at the door talking about what happened tonight.

Pei Zhe was very dissatisfied with Liu Xun's late arrival, and immediately asked: "Yecheng is such a big place, and it won't take long to bring your assistant. Why did Master Liu come so late?"

Liu Xun had heard about the Huaizhou City a long time ago, and had some understanding of this Mr. Tanhua from the capital. Knowing that he was angry, he respectfully said: "Reporting to Mr. Pei, it was not because I delayed on purpose. Last night Commander Xiao After finishing speaking, I planned to bring Wu Zuo over, the reason why I came late was to catch the murderer of this case."

Pei Zhe raised his eyebrows: "The murderer?"

Lin Jingkong said anxiously: "Do you know who the murderer is?"

Liu Xun nodded: "I've caught it, come and bring him here."

Pei Zhe and Lin Jingkong turned their heads to look, but saw a familiar face, it was Jun Baibi who just arrived in Yecheng yesterday, he was gagged, and when he saw Pei Zhe and Lin Jingkong, he immediately struggled stand up.

Pei Zhe almost lost his breath, and shouted: "Do you know who he is, let him go!"

Liu Xun didn't expect his reaction to be so big, and he was frightened: "He, he is a murderer!"

Before Liu Xun could order, Lin Jingkong had strode over, pushed away the officers and soldiers in Yecheng, and untied Jun Baibi.

Pei Zhe laughed angrily: "He is a murderer, are you joking? You don't even dare to kill a chicken, and you expect him to kill?"

Jun Baibi was free, and immediately pulled the cloth from his mouth: "How dare you treat me like this, when my brother comes, I will let him arrest you all!"

Pei Zhe rubbed his temples, and the moment he saw Jun Baibi being tied up, he knew that there was no way to make things right.

The young master held in the palm of Jun's family is usually a coquettish, coupled with the pampering of his father and elder brother, he has never endured hardship, how can he bear this kind of anger.

Jun Baibi hummed softly: "Pei Zhe, don't talk nonsense, who dares to kill a chicken!"

The author has something to say:

There was a heavy rain at home today, the power was cut off and the network was cut off, blah blah, just connected, almost too late to update.

When I saw that the network could not be connected, I was numb and cried.