"Girl, is it delicious?"

he asked shakily.

Surao paused with the chopsticks in her hand, raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of his pale face, staring directly at her bowl, and suddenly understood something.

A sly smile flashed in her eyes, "Do you want to try it?"

As she spoke, she moved the bowl forward.

The rice grains coated in the soup were swaying in the bowl, as if they were coming to life. When they penetrated into Zhu Yan's eyes, Zhu Yan's stomach was churning and he almost vomited.

He was so suffocated that his voice changed.

"Girl, you should enjoy this delicious food by yourself. I won't be able to enjoy it."

"You really don't want to eat?"

"Don't eat."

Surao stared at him for a long time, holding back her laughter and taking the bowl back, "Well, this mushroom soup is delicious, and it's best used to make rice. It's a pity."

What a pity!

Zhu Yan cursed in his heart, is it a problem with the mushroom soup? It's clearly a problem with imagination. This round body really looks like the piles that fell from the corpse...

During the autopsy, he was leading a search in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and did not see it with his own eyes. However, after listening to the people in Yingxi talking about it in private, it is not difficult to imagine how exciting it was at that time.

After seeing this bowl of soup rice, he suddenly felt more exciting.

The brief conversation between the two fell into Yan Yun's ears. As soon as he put the chopsticks of rice to his mouth, he suddenly froze. After taking three breaths, he finally put down the chopsticks and put down the bowl.

"I'm done eating, you eat slowly."

After saying that, he stood up without changing his expression, turned around, and left quickly.

Surao stared blankly at his slightly hasty steps and blinked. What should I do? She seemed to have accidentally hurt her ancestor.

But now that the matter has come to this, repentance is useless.

She began to enjoy the food to herself.

With chopsticks on the left and a spoon on the right, it's a joy to eat.

Zhu Yan saw this and said sincerely: "Girl, you have a great appetite."

His young master might not even be able to drink at this moment. They had seen many cases in Dali Temple, but this tragic scene... was the first time.

The bystanders looked sallow and couldn't eat, but she, the instigator, was not affected at all.

What a freak!

"You just haven't seen enough. When you see more of the murder scene and the corpse in the future, the discomfort will soon pass. Today's corpse is still fresh. If it is discovered in a few days..."

Surao talked to him while eating. Hearing her description, Zhu Yan quickly refused: "Stop talking, I don't want to know."

"It's okay not to know."

Otherwise, let alone today, I'm afraid he won't be able to eat for a long time.

After lunch, Surao found some light fruits and brought them to the next door.

Yan Yun was sitting behind the desk writing something. When he saw her coming in, he folded the note slowly and stuffed it into the bamboo tube.

"Why are you here?"

Surao glanced at his movements, didn't ask any questions, and said with a smile: "Young Master didn't have anything for lunch, so let's use these cushions first."

She placed the plate on the table.

The fruits in the temple were all bought from farmers. They were strange in shape but very sweet, and there were still water stains on them. Yan Yun did not refuse, "You can sit down first."

"Isn't the young master busy with something?"

"It doesn't matter."

Yan Yun shook his head lightly, "I just wrote a letter to inform Kyoto of the situation here and asked them to find out where the mark came from."

"Does the palace know about the account books?"

"I don't know."

This case involves the royal family and nobles. Without conclusive evidence, Yan Yun will not bring the matter directly to His Majesty.

It is not a good idea to strike at the grass and scare the snake.

Surao saw him leaning against the back of the chair, seemingly thinking about something, and couldn't help but ask: "What is the young master thinking about?"

"Mu Tianfeng."

His voice was light and indifferent, "The confession he gave only stated that Song Daiyan opened a private mine, ordered him to massacre the village, and assassinate the mining tax envoy. There was no mention of the people behind Song Daiyan or the account books.

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"Young master, do you think he wants Song Daiyan to take over the case?"

Surao followed his thoughts and said.

"It's not impossible. Since he was able to escape by faking his own death, he waited until he had made these confessions before taking action. It's really suspicious."

"If we follow this line of thinking, then maybe he is looking for the account books to eliminate evidence of guilt?"

It would be interesting if that were the case.

A Xianyi foreigner and a Tianhuang nobleman, the two parties being brought together is a major event that is enough to shock the entire Dayong.

"I have ordered people to spread the news that we have obtained the account books."

Yan Yun said calmly and calmly.

Surao's eyes brightened slightly and she said with a smile: "In this way, even if they know it's a trap, I'm afraid they will still rush in and jump in."

"Then we have to leave?"

After the fish takes the bait, a fierce fight is inevitable, and bloody killing is inevitably inappropriate in this pure Buddhist land.

"No need."

Yan Yun's answer was beyond her expectation, "When the enemy is hidden and we are exposed, it is best to wait and see. Qichi has already asked the abbot to evacuate the monks and pilgrims around Jialan Courtyard to avoid unnecessary casualties."

"What do you need me to do?"

she asked.

Yan Yun glanced at her indifferently and said in a cold tone: "Take good care of yourself, there is nothing you need to do."

This time, he is bound to catch Mu Tianfeng and others in one fell swoop!

"And there are such good things."

Su Rao would naturally not refuse being able to sit aside and watch the show. She was very curious about this lingering Xianyi leader.

After she catches him, she will have a good fight with him.

Yan Yun saw her beaming and smiling. He wondered if he took his words to heart, and emphasized again: "You are not allowed to take action until your old wounds have healed."

"OK."

Surao nodded obediently.

Seeing this, Yan Yun looked at her suspiciously for a moment, then lowered his eyes lightly: "It's best if you really keep it in mind."

"Don't worry, sir, I will remember it."

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Yan Yun is skeptical about this. She has always had her own way of doing things. It is difficult to make her obey!

With this thought in his mind, he did not refute it.

Jialan Courtyard was quiet and peaceful, but at this time, there was a dull and distant bell, which was a bit more sad than the previous simple and heavy ones.

Surao looked out through the window and saw the spire standing alone in the dense forest in the distance, with human figures hidden on it.

"Master Huishan has passed away. We need to perform rituals in the temple for several days to pray for him and Linlang."

"Are you going to see it?"

She must have felt sorry in her heart for the woman who had been rescued by her own hands, but had passed away.

Hearing this, Surao shook his head without hesitation and said with a smile: "It's better to forget it. I don't want to see separation between life and death. If I go, it will only add trouble to my heart."

"She is sincere towards Song Daiyan."

"The broken bones and scars all over my body, I don't know how much torture I suffered during my lifetime, but I didn't even hand over the things."

The words were full of melancholy and infinite regret.
Chapter completed!