The secret letter she had just found was intended to accept it. The writer wanted to bring Chu Kun under his command, and mentioned the word "jade seal" in the letter.
According to historical records, the jade seal disappeared during the palace war 20 years ago. Could it be that the objects passed down from the Qi family’s ancestors were actually jade seals?
Liu Ruyan's thoughts were flying, and she remembered that the head of the Qiu family once said, Yuliang.
The jade is moist and the tentacles are warm. How can it get cold after passing through so many people's hands? Unless it has been dropped at that time. Among them, Chu Kun is the most motivated, but he did not take the jade seal himself. There must be an inner response in the lobby. , She already has the answer in her mind who is her accomplice.
However, Lord Liu's death was indeed strange. These people came for treasures, so what went wrong?
Liu Ruyan walked back to the yard with a stack of cakes.
It was cloudy in the evening and it was dark early at night.
Qijia brought food boxes to each house and courtyard, as well as rice and rice that are rare in the north, each with crystal clear and full texture and fragrant and glutinous.
Liu Ruyan picked up a small handful of chopsticks: "This rice tastes good."
Chen Yanchu: "The taste is good."
Bai Zhi: "It's very good to be well-mannered in the family and treat people well."
A dignified Medicine Fairy was bribed by people's hearts in one meal.
When the night became darker and Liu Ruyan finished her meal, she planned to find out the whereabouts of the jade seal.
Following the path into Yiyuan, the leaves of the sycamore trees fell, and the broad leaves looked like human hands.
Liu Ruyan raised her head, and the tree where Liu Shangshu hanged himself was right in front of her. Nothing was seen during the day. At night, she saw a white light among the trees.
There are no stars at night, only the faint moonlight shines through the ink clouds.
She walked forward, and the branches and leaves swayed, and a glimmer of light appeared.
Liu Ruyan stopped and watched. The wind seemed to blow by her ears. The leaves of the sycamore trees slowly fell until her shoulders suddenly sank. After a glance, she saw that the leaves falling on her shoulders were a human hand.
Liu Ruyan stopped and looked at the fallen shadow on the ground. Behind her, there was someone.
The spring night was silent, and the person standing behind her suddenly spoke: "What are you doing here?"
Liu Ruyan's eyebrows were finally flattened, and she said without looking back: "No matter how you walk, you don't have any sound."
Chen Yanchu walked around her, looking a little stunned: "Why do you have to make a sound when walking?"
"Okay." She responded casually, and walked around the man again and came to the sycamore tree. "Did you see that beam of light? What do you think?"
Chen Yanchu also raised his eyes and looked at it: "Like a cat."
Liu Ruyan nodded, remembering that there was no light on the trees during the day, so why did the cat shadow only appear at night?
She thought hard that the cause of Lord Liu's death is unknown. Will the cat shadow be specially drawn by the murderer, and it can only appear at night. Liu Shangshu is strong and has the power to penetrate Yang hundreds of steps. He wants to turn people without knowing it. There must be some special method to plot murder and make Bai Zhi unable to detect it.
Liu Ruyan looked up at the treetops. The murderer was prepared and had to meet two conditions at the same time, namely, his arm strength was amazing and his lightness was extremely powerful.
There are still many suspicious points at the moment. She stared at the top, took a breath, rolled up her sleeves and prepared to climb a tree.
Chen Yanchu stopped her at the right time, but his brows frowned: "Why is your hands so cold?"
She sighed: "Although it's already spring, it's still cold at night. My cold hands and feet have not been there for a day or two."
Chen Yanchu held the cold hand and held it in his palm like a cluster of snow, light and cold, and he could control it firmly with one hand.
He lowered his eyes, and the five crystal-clear and small nails were glowing with light pink pearls. When his palm passed by, it seemed to stir up the silent lake.
A slight swell.
Liu Ruyan pulled out her finger, turned around, and looked at the phantom among the trees: "I have to climb up and take a look."
As she said that, she climbed up and arrived at the place in the blink of an eye. She twisted her fingertips lightly: "It looks like a powder ground from fluorite, but this white phosphorescence is indeed rare."
She took out the dagger from her arms, carefully scraped off the powder from the bark, and wrapped it in a veil: "Let's go back and give it to Bai Zhi for testing."
After doing all this, Liu Ruyan turned back to him and said, "How did you know I would come to the garden?"
She has rarely been alone with him since he has recovered his memory, and her encounter tonight surprised her.
Chen Yanchu walked side by side with her and said slowly: "The cause of death of the Minister of War is strange. I believe you will return to the crime scene to find some clues in the evening."
"You can see through it."
He shook his head: "Your thoughts are not difficult to guess."
"Oh? Then you know, why should I avoid you?"
Chen Yanchu stopped and looked at her: "Because you are afraid."
Liu Ruyan smiled but said nothing.
When the two returned to the courtyard, Bai Zhi had not yet stopped. He took the handkerchief handed by Liu Ruyan, spread it, twisted it with his fingers, and then placed it under his nose and sniffed it lightly.
He asked Xiang Liu Ruyan, looking puzzled: "In addition to fluorite and pearls, there is also the smell of insect corpses. Where did you get this?"
"It's the tree where Shangshu Liu hanged himself." She answered casually.
Bai Zhi's face became solemn, she carefully identified the smell in it, and suddenly looked up: "It's a centipede, dried the centipede and crushed it into powder."
Liu Ruyan was puzzled: "Just why do you want to wipe the centipede on the tree?"
Bai Zhi was also puzzled.
"During the autopsy this morning, did you find that there was a different cause of Lord Liu's death?" Chen Yanchu asked suddenly.
Bai Zhi nodded: "If you hang yourself, the deceased's fingers will curl up, but Mr. Liu's fingertips sag, which is obviously not in line with common sense."
Chen Yanchu was silent for a moment: "If the murderer fainted and then took him away, the target would be too obvious. Perhaps the deceased had been to Yiyuan before his death."
Chen Yanchu picked up the powder and said in a shocking way: "It was this firefly that caused him to go there rashly."
As soon as these words came out, even Liu Ruyan was stunned. She was indeed attracted by Bai Ying when she broke into Yiyuan that night. Thinking about it, the time of the crime can be met, but what is the motive for the crime? ?
Unable to think of the reason, she returned embarrassedly, and Chen Yanchu also walked out the door together.
The two walked side by side, and Chen Yanchu paused as her fingertips brushed across the back of his hand.
"Do you still feel cold when your hands are so cold?"
Liu Ruyan raised her hands and said, "I guess I'm tired, just go back and have a sleep."
"The day the matter will finally come to light." Chen Yanchu's tone was calm, "Don't worry too much."
"I know." She responded faintly.
Until the two walked into the wing together, Liu Ruyan was a little stunned: "The next door is your house."
Chen Yanchu pushed open the door open and leaned against her bed: "Go to sleep, I'll leave after dawn."
Liu Ruyan looked at the other person and tried to see some emotions in his face: "Are you worried about me?"
But the clinker has a cold eye.
The candlelight was lit all night, and Chen Yanchu and his clothes were sleeping, with a quiet expression. It was not until dawn that he opened his eyes, looked at the sleeping person beside him, covered her bedding, then stood up silently and walked out the door.
When Liu Ruyan woke up, it was already bright. A demon warmed her bed. The coldness of early spring seemed to dissipate overnight. She turned over on the bed and saw that there was no one in the room.
She supported her head and thought to herself that he had lost his words, but she was meticulous and cooperated with her. If it weren't for her old enemy, the two could be called close friends, but how long can such time last?