After Zhao Chonghuan handed over the body of Wang Shitou, the murderer of Fan Huiniang's case, and some key evidence, to Dali Temple, he also took Li Sicheng to a hidden place and told him in detail what he saw and heard in Qingtan Courtyard.

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Li Sicheng was so happy to catch the murderer so quickly, but after hearing Zhao Chonghuan's words, he suddenly felt like a thunderous thunder hit the back of his head again.

He rubbed his hands helplessly and sighed in a flash.

"Why is this becoming more and more bizarre?"

Zhao Chonghuan pondered: "Wang Shitou's motive is really vulnerable! Also, it is the medicine that holds the machine, such a rare poison, how could he easily get it as a small servant? As for, he also deliberately

Framed by A Qiao, isn’t this clue worth exploring more?”

Li Sicheng nodded frequently.

"I understand what you mean! There must be another real murderer behind this matter, but-"

He looked at Zhao Chonghuan's ugly face, which was a pleasing person for a long time, and his expression was helpless.

"If this matter involves the person you are talking about, it will really be a piercing the Pingzhang Mansion!" He sighed, "Maybe this poisonous murder case will be broken when it comes to Wang Shitou!"

Zhao Chonghuan didn't respond for a while, but stared at the Liuyue Lake in the distance with a serious expression.

"I'm just an assumption! Because the motive for this murder case is still in vain! But since we have to kill people so deliberately, the motive is obviously extraordinary!"

When she said this, the lonely geese in her mind suddenly slid and shone lightly, and the shadow came-

"Is this the motivation?" Her starry eyes whispered brightly.

Seeing this, Li Sicheng was stunned and leaned closer: "What did Brother Zhao think of?"

But Zhao Chonghuan did not answer, but said softly: "Now, we need to wait for an evidence!"

"What is the evidence?"

"We need to see who Fan Huiniang was engaged to her when she was a teenager!" Zhao Chonghuan said firmly.

Li Sicheng immediately remembered her inferences and seemed to understand what she meant very quickly.

"You mean someone wants to cover up that scandal?" His reaction was also very fast.

Zhao Chonghuan looked at him, curled the corners of his lips, then raised his hand and bowed: "Mr. Temple Chief will definitely achieve something in Dali Temple in the future!"

When Li Sicheng heard this, his ears suddenly became sharp and he rubbed his nose with a little silly smiled.

"If we can handle cases together in the future, argue with loyalty and treason, bend and treason, and settle wrongs and imprisonment, this would be a great thing!" He couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing that he looked sincere and honest, Zhao Chonghuan couldn't help but feel a little warmth.

She raised her hand again, "It is a blessing for villains to be appreciated by the Temple Chief!"

Li Sicheng waved his hand quickly.

"How come the brother is so polite to me! I don't dare to be proud of myself in front of me, but in fact-"

He rubbed his hands and smiled, his eyes full of sincerity.

"I still hope to be able to join Jinlan with my brother, and to do some work in this prison matter in the future!"

Zhao Chonghuan smiled with emotion, "That's a blessing for villains! Maybe—one day!"

She stroked her left shoulder thoughtfully, with a few rare expressions in her eyes, like a tired bird on the way back, empty and misty—

If so, I can still be alive that day!

Li Sicheng thought she was worried about her current situation, so he couldn't help but feel relieved, "Don't worry, my current situation will always improve, our Master of Temple has been running for you!"

When Zhao Chonghuan heard this, his lips suddenly pursed his lips. In a moment, relief and gratitude appeared in his eyes, but he did not say more.

After seeing off Li Sicheng, she finally had the opportunity to visit the yard where Aunt Shi Niang Yin'er had lived before-

Evening Tower.

The building is full of apricot trees. The warm wind and the sun are late, and the apricot flowers are fat. Under the tree is a small pond, with red spots and fresh green spots. It is true that the spring scenery is so tempting.

Zhao Chonghuan looked up at the plaque on the pavilion, as if he was thinking about the source of the word "wanning":

"The apricot blossoms are in the light smoke at night, and the deep green is blew into the flat sand."

She couldn't help but her eyebrows were slightly moved, and she inexplicably remembered a pavilion in the west of the city. It was also full of apricot flowers, light red and faded white rouge, and the shadows on the water were the most affectionate.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chonghuan couldn't help but turn around and look around.

The man who was still wearing Wei Ruxin's face seemed to have something else since Li Sicheng and the others came. He kept silent and was particularly silent. He occasionally spoke just a false response to some tone.

She didn't realize the abnormality before, but when she saw him following him not far away, she was not as suspicious as usual when she always looked for every opportunity to be alone with her.

After taking a few casual glances, she withdrew her gaze.

After all, there was a maid who was originally serving in Wanning Tower by her side, so she didn't have much to say, so she could only investigate the environment first.

"Chuntao, come with me!" She turned around and looked at the maid who had been nervous and careful.

Chuntao is a girl with round face, with small eyes, but she has the unique simple spirit of a girl.

She was standing on the side hesitantly, waiting for the young man in front of her who was not very good-looking, to speak.

At this time, I heard my name calling, so I naturally hurriedly approached.

She followed Zhao Chonghuan into the main hall of Wanning Tower.

Wanning Tower is a carefully carved pavilion, which is similar to Lanxiang Tower. It pursues aesthetic tone with its magnificence. It seems to be dedicated to it only to demonstrate the wealth that is rich and powerful, which is as rich as the country.

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On several cases in the hall, it was probably because of the hasty incident when the hostess had an accident, and there was a teacup that seemed to have been used on the case.

The tea stains in the cup were already dry, and the glaze surface of the fine Yueqing porcelain was a little turbid, just like a piece of green and green shading material was pressed under the cabinet for several years, showing a dimness of time.

There is a Zhongni guqin on the side, with a tung-faced zither, with a broken pattern, exquisite workmanship, but it is not of high quality. Compared with such a magnificent house, it is indeed a bit pale.

"Has no one in this building touched since Aunt Ten was arrested?" Zhao Chonghuan asked.

Chuntao looked a little timid and whispered: "Yes, yes!"

"What are the affairs of Miss Chuntao usually responsible for?" Zhao Chong asked casually as if he was sick.

Chuntao twisted his hand and replied: "I am mainly responsible for some rough guys, such as preparing washing and bathing water, receiving gift buckets, cleaning the hall, running errands, etc."

She answered very carefully.

"There are not too many servants in our yard, because Aunt Shi is afraid of quarrels and does not allow too many people to arrange! Several servants are never allowed to come into the building, so only I and Niang Liu are in daily chores! And Mei Xiang is

Serve the Tenth Auntie!"

"Miss Liu?" Zhao Chonghuan repeated to himself, and asked again, "Who is this Ms. Liu in the yard of the mansion now?"

Chuntao said: "She went to the old lady's courtyard!"

Zhao Chonghuan didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

The two of them walked along the way. Zhao Chonghuan asked Chuntao if he had any doubts. The latter also answered honestly and did not dare to be negligent.

After inspecting the building, Zhao Chonghuan had some thoughts in his mind—

That night, the Ning Building looked gorgeous and rich everywhere, but it looked like a treasure that was put away, expensive but not energetic.

It's not like the place where a charming, lively and beautiful woman lives, but it seems like the master has always walked away from the beginning, and never looked back.

She stood in Yin'er's wing, looking around the rows of silk and satin cherry and jackets in the cabinet, and the jewelry rouge thrown randomly on the dressing table, and had a deeper recognition of her previous inferences-

This concubine, Ten, never planned to live here forever!
Chapter completed!