Half an hour ago, the main hall of Liu's house.

Liu Yungu was deep in thought without saying a word.

Seeing her suddenly not speaking, Wen Yu asked again: "What did you see?"

Liu Yungu looked at her bruised arm, lowered her head and said, "That woman gave Zhao Manglang a post before leaving, and the expression on his face at that time was very fanatical. Later, I huddled in the room and waited for him to leave.After I found it, I quietly found the post he hid, on which were the four big characters of Jinyi Villa with gilt borders."

Wen Yu has never heard of this name, but she knows that there is no villa named Jinyi in Capital City.

Liu Bihe also has no impression of the name Jinyi Villa. All she pays attention to is Liu Yungu's every move. Her expression is full of distress for her daughter and self-blame for her own ignorance at the beginning, which made her daughter marry an inhumane person.

But Liu Dashun, who hadn't responded at all, suddenly jumped out at this moment, gritting his teeth, the teeth rubbed so deeply that he even made an uncomfortable creaking sound.

"Niu, let's go and sue the officials. Zhao Menglang is gambling. Let's go to Nankang Mansion to report him now and get your brother out."

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment: "Uncle Liu, how do you know?"

Liu Dashun spat: "A while ago, I went to deliver stir-fried fruits to a certain store, and there was a mixed bag of fish and dragons. I heard that Jinyi Villa is the name of the underground casino."

Wen Yu asked sharply, "Are you sure?"

Liu Dashun seemed to have used up all his courage just now, and stammered, "I, I, I don't know either. It's just that I heard what Niu said just now, and suddenly I remembered it."

Regarding gambling, or gathering people to gamble, Daqi's laws and regulations expressly stipulate that once found, they will be arrested and imprisoned immediately.The imperial court's punishment for gambling is particularly severe, followed by the execution of the decision, and the more important thing is the torture before death.So now the so-called gambling and casinos no longer exist on the surface.

If Zhao Manglang is really gambling, and the amount involved is huge—this is indeed a deadly threat.

But she thinks it won't be that simple.

Wen Yu stopped Liu Dashun who was about to report to Nankang Mansion, and pushed him back on the seat.

Wen Yu tapped the coffee table lightly, sorting out the clues she already knew.

Zhao Manglang's temper became more and more irritable, and Liu Yungu observed that the Zhao family's things were gradually decreasing.If the gambling matter is established, then Zhao Manglang must have lost money, and has been losing money.

Wen Yu glanced at Liu Dashun who looked like he said something wrong, Liu Yungu who was loveless, and Liu Bifu who was at a loss.

On the premise that none of these people lied, Liu Baishuan must have seen something when he sneaked into Zhao Manglang's house that night.

Wen Yu's tapping on the table stopped.

At the same time, a few drops of cold sweat rolled down Liu Dashun's forehead.

It all went well, but then——

Wen Yu recalled what happened just now, feeling a little annoyed.

"Little brother, why don't you come back to your senses?"

Suddenly hearing a familiar voice in her ear, she raised her head suddenly, her throat suddenly seemed to be choked by something, and she immediately lowered it again.

She swallowed the words she wanted to vent into her stomach abruptly, and raised her head only after she calmed down.

Wen Yu's brows were tinged with joy: "Brother, when did you come back? I thought I wouldn't see you before I left Beijing."

Song Duan seemed not to see the end of her reddish eyes. He stared at the wound on her lower lip for a moment and then moved away: "How can it be done? If you can't see me, brother, I will hurry up and go from so far awayIsn't it a waste of time to rush back from the Qing Chi Mansion?"

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment: "Qing Chi Mansion!?"

Song Duan: "Why, Xiao Tanhua, I know this place."

Qingchi Mansion was her original hometown, Wen Yu was a little dazed, she pursed her lips, pretending to be indifferent: "No, I just wonder why you traveled so far away."

Song Duan's eyes flashed sharply when he thought about the Qingchi Mansion, then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "I will go wherever Your Majesty tells me, how can I have a choice."

"I haven't seen you for three months. You are my colleague now." Song Duan looked at the tree full of purple flowers on the corner of the street.

"I didn't expect the sycamore tree to bloom at this time."

Song Duan did not let Wen Yu go home, but instead took her into the carriage and went directly to the Imperial Academy.

Fortunately, before she was called away by Aunt Liu today, she had already packed all the materials she needed into the robe.

Wen Yu opened the curtain of the car: "Brother, is this the right way?"

Song Duan didn't know that Wen Yu was just a bit of a road idiot at this time, and subconsciously thought that she had discovered her little thought of letting the driver detour, so his heart changed, and he blinked innocently: "Today is the day when the imperial election releases the rankings., this road is close and less crowded.”

But probably only he himself knew that what he said just now was not entirely a lie, but in the final analysis it was to avoid Yu Xiuyue.

Song Duan doesn't want to see the high friendship between the two again.

Wen Yu nodded, but she just asked casually.

Song Duan looked into her eyes. It was clear but like a magnificent sea. He couldn't help but want to find out. He always felt that the younger brother was hiding some secrets, some secrets that interested him.

He licked his palate, no, not the time.

"Woo-guest, the place is here."

Song Duan opened the curtain: "Let's go, junior brother, I'll take you through the formalities for returning home."

Wen Yu hurriedly jumped out of the carriage: "Brother, I can do it myself."

Song Duan narrowed his red phoenix eyes with some displeasure, and raised his eyebrows.

"Why, Tanhualang, do you think I'm not qualified?" He didn't want to waste time on this matter, what happened today, he would have to pry it out of this stubborn little brother in a while.

Wen Yu shook her head hastily, the black hair on her forehead was a little messy in the wind, "I didn't mean that. Brother, I just don't want other people to know our relationship. I don't want them to show you and Uncle Wu by approaching me.Well, this will embarrass you."

After finishing speaking, she stuffed the bag of chicken head rice, which was not very light, into Song Duan's arms, and ran in alone.

Song Duan, who stayed where he was, laughed back angrily.

With his back against the parasol tree, he glanced at the main gate of the Imperial Academy with his raised phoenix eyes, and then closed it again.The daylight was shifting, and the contours of his face flickered, and suddenly the tip of his tongue touched his lower lip, and he thought of something, and the protruding Adam's apple moved.

Returning home in rich clothes is what the ancients respected.

If it was put back seven years ago, returning home with the gold medal title was just an unrealistic daydream that Wen Rongfa often talked about for Wen Yu.

But today, when she took the paperwork handed to her by the head of the academy with a smile, she realized in a daze that she also wanted to return home with a beautiful dress.

Wen Yu's family lives in the north of Lingchang Lingshuiyuan, and the capital city of Nankang is a land of waters in the south. The distance between the two places is not close.And the imperial court arranged holidays according to the distance, so Wen Yu could stay at home for more than a month, except for the time spent traveling back and forth on the road.

Suddenly hearing the good news, she thought she could only stay for a few days at most, but suddenly she was overwhelmed with joy, pacing back and forth indiscriminately, and even the sullen feeling that she knew she was being counted in the morning was relieved a little.

Returning home, returning home.

Looking up, a sycamore flower falling from the tree greeted the eyes, and joy hung on the brows.

Only then did she realize that she was going home.

Song Duan was slightly startled, and picked up the fallen flower on the ground: "Little brother, let's go."

The noon sun was dazzling, and the cicadas were singing loudly.

Song House.

The two sat on both sides of the living room, one on the left and one on the right, separated by two or three meters.

Song Duan took out a grain of chicken head rice from the bag, chewed it in his mouth, and looked at her unabashedly.

The gaze was too hot, Wen Yu was caught off guard and met his eyes, and was burned a bit.

Song Duan raised his eyebrows at him, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent.

Wen Yu rubbed her forehead, and said in surrender: "Brother, don't look at me like that. Whatever you want to ask, I'll say it, okay?"

Hearing this, he came in big strides, stopped in front of Wen Yu, and looked at her scabbed lips.

Suddenly bent over, with a smile on his lips: "What happened before I met me this morning? Junior brother, don't lie to me~"`

The author has something to say:

What did Song Duan think of?(laugh)