"No, I'm here. I just want to ask you some questions!" Hang Tianyi said.
Zhao finally couldn't hold it back: "Master, what happened to him?"
"He's dead!" Hang Tianyi said.
Mrs. Zhao's face was even paler than before, her body was shaking so badly that she staggered and almost fell.
Hang Tianyi was going to help her, but when he stretched out his hand, it still stopped in the air, not knowing what to do.
"How could this happen?" Mrs. Zhao's eyes were filled with tears.
Hang Tianyi said: "He lets you live here and lets Zhao An take your surname. This is to protect you, so..."
For a moment, Hang Tianyi didn't know what to say.
"No, I must bring the master's body back and bury it in glory!" At this time, Zhao could hear what Hang Tianyi meant.
Hang Tianyi can understand, after all, Zhao is very sensitive about Zhou Kui.
It can also be seen from her behavior that she loves Zhou Kui very much, even though there is a big age difference between them.
Hang Tianyi has long understood that when commenting on a person, one cannot simply distinguish between good and bad.
Outside, Zhou Kui may be a smart man, have all the tricks in the world, and have done many bad things, but at home, he is definitely a good husband.
"If you show up, you will be exposed, which will betray his feelings!" Hang Tianyi knew this was cruel.
But some things have to be faced.
Parting between life and death has always been the most painful thing.
When Zhao heard this, her breathing became even more severe, and there was a look of struggle in her eyes. It was obvious that it was not an easy decision to make.
But at this moment, Zhao An's voice came from outside: "Mother, mother..."
After hearing these two calls, Mrs. Zhao finally made up her mind not to see Zhou Kui for the last time.
Everything is for the children!
"The official came today not just to talk to the women, right?" said Zhao.
Hang Tianyi sighed and asked, "Did Zhou Kui say anything about famous paintings in front of you?"
"Famous paintings?" Zhao's face was full of confusion.
The little fire of hope that arose in Hang Tianyi's heart was extinguished in Zhao's expression until nothing was left.
"He didn't say anything about the famous painting, but one night, he locked himself in the room. After a long time, he said, 'I see, I see, the person in this painting is actually you.' That night, the master was a little excited.
!" said Zhao.
Hang Tianyi's heart trembled suddenly. It seemed that the secret Wu Qiming knew was probably the identity of the beauty in the painting.
But, who is the beauty in this painting? Why did she get killed?
Hang Tianyi thought for a while, but finally couldn't figure it out. He asked again: "Did you say anything else?"
Zhao is not a fool. She is grateful to Hang Tianyi in her heart.
I tried hard to recall, but still didn't give Hang Tianyi any useful clues.
At this point, Hang Tianyi has gained nothing.
The yamen disposes of corpses, and if no one comes to claim them, they can only go to mass graves.
Hang Tianyi told Zhao the time to haul Zhou Kui's body, and also told her the specific burial location, and asked her to go to the mass grave to find Zhou Kui's body.
Being able to talk to Zhao about this, Hang Tianyi had already planned everything when he came.
Mrs. Zhao originally thought she would never have the chance to see Zhou Kui for the last time. When she heard this, she thanked him repeatedly and was so excited that she couldn't describe it.
Coming out of Zhao's courtyard, Hang Tianyi couldn't help but sigh secretly.
When people live in this world, they will always be troubled by things of one kind or another.
But it is precisely because of these ties that people can live like one person.
"Forget it, let's forget about these philosophical questions for now. What is the identity of the people in the painting? Why are Hu Ri'ang and Zhou Kui so excited?"
Hang Tianyi muttered to himself, and his thoughts quickly changed.
To figure out this problem, maybe he should go to the richest man, Lian Bufan. After all, he has three five-beautiful pictures in his hands.
This scumbag probably knows the identity of the beauty in the painting!
If he didn't know, why would he want to collect the Five Beautiful Pictures? Is it really for the treasure?
Treasures are unfounded, but there is no doubt that scumbags like beauties.
Hang Tianyi had doubts in his eyes that the beauty in the painting might be someone he had a relationship with.
If this is the case, and it is involved in two murder cases, the probability that the scumbag is the murderer will skyrocket instantly.
Suddenly, Hang Tianyi's breathing became rapid.
If Lian Bufan is really the murderer, then wouldn't this trip to Lian Mansion lead to the Dragon Pond and the Tiger's Den?
Even if it's a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, you have to go through it. Hang Tianyi has no choice. He collects his mood and moves on.
Dajing Jingcheng covers a very large area, with the imperial city in the center, surrounded by streets in the southeast, northwest, and alleys, with streets and alleys connecting one place to another, as if there is no end.
Hang Tianyi has been arrested in Kyoto Prefecture at any time, but he has never been to Lian Prefecture.
Before going to Rongbaozhai, Lian Bufan was almost living in legend.
After Zuixian Tower, I was confused and even got a little happy. These were obviously not what Hang Tianyi could think of.
"Excuse me, please tell me that Hang Tianyi is here to visit!" Hang Tianyi said to the boy guarding the door.
The servants of Lian Mansion have always been extremely well-educated.
After Hang Tianyi reported, someone went in to report, without any sign of looking down on others' actions or expressions.
Not long after, the boy who went in to announce came out: "My young master invites you!"
Hang Tianyi followed the man into the Lian Mansion and looked around carefully. He had to sigh with emotion. It was indeed the mansion of the richest man. Although it was not as good as Wang Boduan's Prime Minister's Mansion, it was definitely the top one in the capital.
After walking through a corridor and turning into the courtyard at the back, in the open space in front of me, I saw the knife in Lian Bufan's hand spinning at lightning speed.
The sword light was criss-crossed, and the sword energy was confused. With him as the center, everything within a radius of one foot was filled with energy.
Hang Tianyi's pupils shrank slightly. This extraordinary swordsmanship has really reached its peak.
Although Hang Tianyi has never seen the legendary Sword Demon and Sword God, he must not be much more powerful than Lian Bufan, right?
Under the eaves at the back, Hang Tianyi also saw someone, the painting idiot Gu Yuanci.
From this point of view, Lian Bufan's sword skills were trained for Gu Yuanci. What a good friend!
"Brother Lian is good at swordsmanship!" Hang Tianyi's voice came out, and Lian Bufan, who was practicing swordsmanship, finally stopped.
"Brother Hang is here?" Lian Bufan's face was filled with a gentle smile, and he had an extraordinary aura when he raised his hands and feet.
Hang Tianyi nodded and smiled: "It's so abrupt to visit like this!"
The most taboo thing for people who practice martial arts is to watch others practice sword or sword practice.
Lian Bufan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Lian, don't worry, I'm practicing swordsmanship, I just came here first to kill time!"
The smile on Hang Tianyi's face did not diminish: "Brother Lian is too polite. If you want to practice sword skills like this casually, wouldn't it mean that all practitioners in the world are not qualified to practice sword skills?"