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Chapter 105
After sobering up, Jiang Rao lowered her head and, by the light of the palace lantern hanging on the corridor, touched the sachet she was changing around her waist, thinking that instead of being able to stun others, she was stunned first. Rao hugged his head in annoyance.
She felt that she had slept too long this time, maybe... two sleep hours.
But this idea is a bit absurd and bizarre, Jiang Rao can't be sure.
The only thing I'm sure about is that there's really something wrong with the medicine.
Some of the medicines she had taken before would also make her drowsy, but not so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyelids open.
She made a snow ball and put it in her hand, the coolness penetrated into her bones, and walked slowly out of the courtyard.
The sprained ankle doesn't hurt so much.
No one here does not know Jiang Rao.
Jiang Rao walked all the way, put her finger on her lips, and said "shush" all the way, signaling to others not to tell Rong Ting about her waking up. All those people listened to her words, which made Jiang Rao vaguely uncomfortable. She felt that being in Rong Ting's house was no different from being in her house.
Even the servants here should listen to her words more than the servants in her family.
She walked all the way to the outside of the study and saw the lights in the study.
Outside the study, Huai Qing was on duty.
Jiang Rao pressed her finger on her lips, and "shhh" towards Huaiqing.
Seeing Jiang Rao, Huaiqing was stunned for a moment, and then pursed her lips obediently, as if sewn together without saying a word.
Jiang Rao was afraid that her shadow would hit the window of the study, so she squatted down and moved to the study step by step.
Inside the study.
Liao Qiubai frowned, "Even if there is really a problem with that painting, you have to find the words that are exactly the same as Jiang Siye's. If you say imitating other people's handwriting, it's easy to change... Jiang Siye claims to be a school, and he can't learn rhyme if he learns shape. , who could it be?"
Just last night, as soon as the edict came out, things were no longer unresolved. As soon as the day dawned, the news that the case was still to be investigated.
The words he said were hard to accept, and he was convinced.
Rong Ting suddenly stood up.
Liao Qiubai asked, "What's wrong?"
Rong Ting narrowed his eyes for a while, "There is someone outside."
He walked quickly to the door and saw Jiang Rao squatting under the window.
Jiang Rao: "..."
This was the shortest corner she had ever eavesdropped on.
She had been tiptoeing carefully enough, but she was caught instead.
Rong Ting was very helpless, and rubbed his brows, "You go back to sleep for one night, and as soon as the sun rises, I will call you up."
Jiang Rao couldn't believe it, she shook her head, "I have something to say.
I want to tell you. "
She used "you" instead of "you".
Rong Ting's heart was a little gloomy, but instead he followed her will and brought her into the study.
When Liao Qiubai in the room heard the movement, he immediately got up from the official hat chair.
He thought that Rong Ting was talking about someone outside. It was a little thief with ears in the wall and a corner, but who knew that a little girl with a beautiful beauty came in, and he was stunned for a moment.
With sharp eyes, he quickly recognized who Jiang Rao was, a little surprised.
At first, couldn't understand why Rong Ting wanted to intervene in Ning Anbo's house, but now finally figured it out.
Liao Qiubai squinted his eyes and sighed secretly that the hero was sorry for the beauty pass. He didn't ask much why Jiang Rao was here, and saluted Jiang Rao in a proper manner.
Today, he worked hard to deal with Rong Ting, and he held all the handles in the opponent's hands, but he didn't know anything about the opponent. In the past, in front of people, others could not see through his mind, but now the feng shui is upside down, which makes him very uncomfortable.
At this moment, he suddenly relaxed a little.
Since this little girl came in, Rong Ting's eyes have been locked on her body, even if he leaves, it will not be too long.
There is weakness.
Then it's not so scary.
Liao Qiubai smiled and looked at Jiang Rao who made him realize this.
Jiang Rao returned her salute. She didn't recognize the somewhat unruly young official in front of her. She looked at Rong Ting, and Rong Ting tilted her head to answer her confusion, "This is a worker from the Ministry of Works. Liao Qiubai, Master Liao."
Liao Qiubai watched them from the side.
Women are also good-looking, men are also good-looking, put them together, and the word "Deng Dui" is just about to come out.
Not to mention that they understand each other just because of each other's eyes, which is extremely ambiguous.
Immediately, he felt that he was a little redundant, and he touched the back of his head and said, "Have I ever been in the same room with the girl in the middle of the night, why don't I... let me say goodbye first?"
The hippie temperament is deep into the bone marrow, and the tone is not very serious.
Rong Ting hid the person behind him and said in a low voice, "She is here to find me."
Liao Qiubai: "..."
Can't joke?
Got it. Got it.
Let the chair let the chair.
He immediately stood aside and vacated the official hat chair to let Jiang Rao sit, but was stopped by Jiang Rao's soft and indifferent voice, "Master Liao, there is no need for this, I am not here to disturb you."
Her voice was tired and slightly hoarse.
The snow thrown into her neck just now made her awake a little bit, but her head was a little dizzy, and she wanted to lower her head subconsciously. But the gentle cultivation in her bones will not be eroded away by adversity. She just straightened her pearl hairpins and sideburns outside. Although it was not as delicate as the maid combed her, she was still decent. When she spoke, she also looked humbly. To Liao Qiubai, there was no rudeness.
"I overheard you, and it's my fault. But you ask who can learn my father's handwriting, and I seem to know someone."
But she asked nervously, "You said, someone copied my father's handwriting, is there really such a thing?"
Liao Qiubai nodded and was about to speak, but Rong Ting obviously didn't want to give him a chance to speak.
Jiang Rao was immediately a little excited. She suppressed her emotions and said, "Guyi County, there is a scholar surnamed Zhang there. He makes a living by forging my father's paintings and calligraphy, and he can learn seven or eight images." Jiang Rao tried his best to remember The scene of that year, "That was four or five years ago."
Liao Qiubai's eyes became sharp, "Miss Jiang means that what happened to your father was the scholar's intentional revenge?"
"It means to doubt him." Jiang Rao admitted frankly, but she didn't beat him to death. "However, I don't think he is."
"how do I say this?"
Jiang Rao explained, "In the few months in Guyi County, I heard that he learned from my father's calligraphy and painting and sold paintings for a living. I was angry and felt that my father's things were stolen by him."
Rong Ting kept silent and made a cup of tea for Jiang Rao, Jiang Rao took the tea, lowered his head and took a sip, "I originally wanted to seek justice and tell him to stop selling his paintings under the guise of my father. , but my father wouldn't let me. Before I left, my father bought a painting of that person in someone else's name. We never even met him, I forgot what his name was, I only remember the Guyi County There are many people with the surname of Zhang and Tuesday, and he is the surname of Zhang... Since there is no conflict, if that person is retaliating... it seems a bit wrong."
Jiang Rao didn't dare to assert that this scholar was the one who framed her father, but she vaguely felt that this matter had something to do with him. The words they said just now about her father's painting were imitated, causing her blood to flow rapidly. , "But I want to check this man."
"Where is the painting now?" Liao Qiubai asked her.
"It should be in my study."
"Zhang Liuyuan."
Rong Ting, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up.
His narrow eyes suddenly narrowed slowly, as deep as pool water, "That scholar's name is Zhang Liuyuan."
As if Tianlinggai was beaten, Jiang Rao immediately remembered the name, "It's him."
But at the same time she looked at
Rong Ting, "How did you know?"
"His name appeared on the roster out of Beijing." Rong Ting glanced at Liao Qiubai, "Lord Pei has also seen him. He is the city that came out on the nineteenth of this month."
Liao Qiubai twitched the corners of his mouth and did not answer.
He had seen the roster, but he couldn't remember it.
The last time thieves entered Ning'anbo Mansion, and the family members of the powerful family were in a panic, which made Emperor Zhaowu pay special attention to the people who entered the city.
It's just the roster on the 15th, and there must be more than 10,000 different names.
"When your father wrote the pen, his strokes were often like picturesque hooks. Although the two characters 'Zhang' and 'Liu' he wrote on the roster were different, only the last stroke of the character 'Yuan' was very similar to your father's handwriting. Verve. "
Liao Qiubai shamelessly replied, "It's true", as if he remembered it too.
Rong Ting continued: "On the roster within the fifteenth day, it is only recorded that he left the city on the nineteenth of this month, and the reason is written to return to his hometown to celebrate the New Year. But the day of entering the city, I want to come on the fifteenth day."
Jiang Rao's heart was pounding, Zhang Liuyuan... Maybe there was something wrong.
Then her father is really saved!
But she was afraid that it would be Jinghuashuiyue, so she didn't dare to be too happy, "I... want to check his details."
"Then go check it out." Rong Ting followed her words, "The painting that your father bought should also be found."
"If this person came out of the city on the 19th day, four days ago... it would be earlier than the time when the Supreme Court received the impeachment." Liao Qiubai said, "It's not necessarily this person, but there is indeed something strange."
Four days ago...
She really slept an extra day!
Jiang Rao stared blankly at Rong Ting, and after a while, that dazed expression turned into frowning annoyance.
Rong Ting was swept away by her line of sight, and he knew what happened. His eyes were annoyed for a moment, and his tone was soft, "It's my fault."
He lowered his eyes, panicked and at a loss, "Your foot injury hasn't healed yet. Sleeping all day will help you recover, but I made an opinion without consulting you. It was my fault."
The appearance is more pitiful than the woman with the pear blossom and the rain.
Like a flower of Jieyu being beaten by frost, thinking of others, she was injured.
Liao Qiubai looked straight.
Why did you suddenly start admitting mistakes?
Is he suddenly deaf? What did they make eye contact with?
"you you……"
Jiang Rao also looked straight.
She didn't change her anger, so he confessed in front of Liao Qiubai?
She would never be in front of others, and she would never care about him at this juncture, she was just a little angry secretly.
But his confession came faster than her anger.
For example, the Kongming lantern shrunk down before it was blown up, and would not rise again in the wind.
Jiang Rao had nothing to do with him, and read two words "you" in succession, only then did she notice Rong Ting's clothes.
The same dark red as in her dream.
The person who knelt all night in the palace, in the snow...
Her heart was numb, and what she wanted to say finally took a detour and returned to the business, "Go check Zhang Liuyuan."
"Okay." Rong Ting replied.
One hundred and one hundred. Liao Qiubai clicked his tongue behind him.
When Rong Ting stepped out of the study, Liao Qiubai followed.
Jiang Rao also followed with a limp.
The shadows of the three were reflected on the bluestone steps.
Rong Ting instructed Huai Qing, "Bring the fourth girl back to Beishen Courtyard."
"I also want to check, you guys, I'll go home to find the paintings." Jiang Rao interrupted in dissatisfaction when she heard that Rong Ting wanted her to stay in Beishen Courtyard.
Rong Ting's obedience to her was an exception at this time, "No."
"No way." Jiang Rao was a little worried.
Rong Ting glanced at her ankle.
With just a glance, Jiang Rao understood.
She choked, she shrank her feet back, lowered her head, and said glumly, "I...not going out."
She had a sprained ankle. She was sleepy and tired, and she had no martial arts skills. When she went out in the middle of the night, she could only involve others to take care of her and cause trouble.
"Go to sleep at ease." Rong Ting lowered his head and said in a deep voice in her ear, "I'll be back soon."
Then he got up and walked out of the yard with Liao Qiubai.
Liao Qiubai followed behind Rong Ting and said, "Zhang Liuyuan is indeed a tricky person, but if it is not him, what is the plan of the Ninth Highness?"
Rong Ting stopped for a while.
Then break his hand first so that he can no longer write.
Cut off his tongue again, so that he can no longer speak.
In this way, no one listened to his grievances and complaints, and no one knew the appearance of his handwriting.
The calligraphy and painting that Jiang Siye bought back then was the evidence that could make him a scapegoat.
Even if the paintings from four or five years ago are not ten percent, but time goes by... People will change, and so will the skills of painting and writing. As long as there are a few images of the paintings at that time, it can be said that the person is him.
Anyway, his father only wanted a face, and the people who were watching the lively said that they wanted justice, but they wanted a boring talk.
After all, a person who steals other people's reputation for personal gain is not clean and not worthy of sympathy.
Yuehua is like practice, slowly poured down, sprinkled on the little
Nian's shoulders became a layer of frost, white and deserted.
Thoughts of extreme cruelty did not make his dark lips and face look ugly, even though he had evil spirits in his heart and had no compassion for all living beings, his face was always as moving as the moonlight.
"Then check his relatives and friends." He casually dealt with Liao Qiubai.
When he was about to step out of the hospital, he looked back thoughtfully, and sure enough, he saw that his little girl did not go back to sleep obediently, but stood under the porch, watching him leave.
He stopped helplessly, opened his mouth, and said a word.
But there was no sound.
In such a windy night, even if he made a sound, his voice would be annihilated in the cold wind.
But Jiang Raohuan knew what he was talking about.
"do not worry."
She looked at him until his figure disappeared behind the wall.
After realizing that he and the person in the dream are not the same, she is no longer afraid, but often feels pity for him.
After taking care of him became a habit, he subconsciously forgot the ruthlessness and sternness of this person in the future.
Even if his temperament has been tamed, he still has his abilities.
But... once she thought that the medicine he fed her made her miss a day, Jiang Raohuan felt a little sullen.
If he hadn't entered the palace to see Emperor Zhaowu, then when she woke up, wouldn't she have to face the edict of the Nine Clan?
She had been blown by the wind for a long time in the yard, but she was still struggling to relieve her anger. When she returned to the house, she looked at the quilt on the couch, and couldn't help but put her hands together and smashed it twice.
She couldn't bear to vent her anger at him, so she had to vent her anger at his quilt.
There were more dents on the quilt that had been smashed into by her little fist.
Jiang Rao looked down at the extra folds on the quilt. After looking at it for a long time, she stretched out her fingers and flattened them one by one.
She was a little tired, slumped down, and buried her face in it.
The quilt smelled exactly the same as on him. holding the quilt...
As if hugging him.
Jiang Rao shuddered for a moment because of the thought that suddenly popped up in her mind, and immediately blushed, as if she was hot, and hurried away from the quilt.
Some breathless, took a deep breath.
It was the bed and quilt that she had slept on day after night, but she didn't dare to touch it again, and turned around the room.
Now, can't sleep anymore.
...
Although the edict was a little late, Ning Anbo's mansion was still surrounded by soldiers, and the people inside could not get out. When Rong Ting's carriage stopped outside Wuyi Lane, Liao Qiubai showed these people what Emperor Zhaowu had given him. A search warrant, they got out of the way, allowing them to pass.
All the way into the study, saw the table inside, Bogu
There are calligraphy and paintings on the shelf and on the floor. There are paintings that are of no market value in the painting workshop, but they are randomly placed here. Liao Qiubai sighed, "No wonder the thief broke into the study room instead of the warehouse last time."
"Looking for a painting." Rong Ting didn't even look back at him.
He was still sitting in a wheelchair outside. The search warrant given to Rong Ting by Emperor Zhaowu allowed him to mobilize two hundred guards. Rong Ting transferred more than 20 people, turned the study upside down, and finally found the painting .
On the painting, Jiang Xingzhou's name was smeared out, and the words "Zhang Liuyuan" were inscribed on the side.
Liao Qiubai came over and took a look, "Sure enough, there are seven or eight images, it was like this five or six years ago..."
That day, it may really be able to learn more.
"Four days ago, he didn't go far. He moved near Jinling. He might not return to his hometown. Find someone who knows him and ask him if there is any place he wants to go." Rong Ting closed the painting and threw the token to his hometown. Liao Qiubai, "Take someone to chase."
A great opportunity was given to him, Liao Qiubai was full of blood, clutching the token tightly, "Okay!"
He checked the roster of each city gate, non-stop, and chased north all the way.
In an inn, when Zhang Liuyuan was found, he met the dead man who assassinated Zhang Liuyuan.
There was a silver snake on the corner of the dead man's shirt. Liao Qiubai rescued Zhang Liuyuan. He tied someone back and told Rong Ting the news.
Rong Ting looked at Zhang Liuyuan and instructed his servants, "Bring four girls here."
After Jiang Rao came over, Rong Ting pointed to Zhang Liuyuan, who was tied to the foot of the wall, and said softly, "This is the one who framed your father."
When Zhang Liuyuan heard Rong Ting's words, he immediately wanted to get up, "Sir, it's none of my business to frame the fourth master, I just collect money to do things, I never thought of framing the fourth master!"
Liao Qiubai frowned and asked, "It's really just for money?"
Zhang Liuyuan gritted his teeth.
He has a similar style of calligraphy and painting to Jiang Xingzhou. When he was young, his family was poor, and when someone said words and Jiang Xingzhou's portrait a few times, he had a crooked mind. After tasting the sweetness, he has been imitating Jiang Xingzhou's style, writing and painting.
He learned more and more alike and earned more and more silver taels, but he became more and more dissatisfied.
Why are their words and paintings the same, Jiang Xingzhou is high on the altar, but he is a hideous mouse in the gutter, secretly clinging to Jiang Xingzhou's reputation.
He was fed up with not having a painting with his name on it.
"If Jiang Xingzhou were to die, then it would be you, the holy hand of Dazhao's Danqing."
Those who came to him said so.
He couldn't resist the temptation.
But he didn't expect that the person who was looking for him to do things actually wanted to kill him to silence him!
He looked at Jiang Rao, who was present
A few people, Jiang Rao looks the softest, looks the most kind and gentle, not as difficult as the two officials, Zhang Liuyuan rolled his eyes and rushed to Jiang Rao, "Girl, you Forgive me, I have seniors and juniors, I want to support the whole family, and I can't help it!"
Hearing the begging for mercy, Jiang Rao took a deep breath, and suddenly said to Rong Ting and Liao Qiubai, "Turn around."
After they turned around, she lifted the hem of her skirt and kicked Zhang Liuyuan a few times with her uninjured foot, completely losing her ladylike demeanor.
Rong Ting smiled softly.
Liao Qiubai looked at him strangely, "What are you laughing at?"
Rong Ting listened to the movement behind him and knew what was going on behind him. Not only did he not stop pretending that nothing happened, but he couldn't hide his smile from the corners of his eyes.
"cute."
Liao Qiubai suspected that his ears were wrong, what kind of love would a girl who would hit someone be?
Jiang Rao was panting, she stopped when she was tired from kicking, and looked down at Zhang Liuyuan, "Who is the one who ordered you?"