Huailin told everything she knew.
At the end of his speech, he suddenly stood up and bowed to Zhong Heqing.
She said that the first time Zhong Heqing entered the demon house, the vines that covered him were caused by her cousin of the same clan. They were all afraid that due to the misunderstanding between mortals and demons, Quan Lang would be captured and killed directly, so they wanted to take the opportunity to scare away the mortal Shaoqing.
But the development of things was far from what they had imagined.
The girl lowered her head.
"I didn't expect that Lord Shaoqing would be willing to give the demon a clean slate. Thank you... Thank you so much!"
... ...
After Huailin left, Zhong Heqing and Jiu Ji were the only two people left in the private room of Lengyue Tower.
The moonlight poured down from the exquisitely designed roof. People enjoying the scenery gathered in the lobby, making the whole restaurant very lively.
But it was quiet in the private room. Jiuji looked at her mortal husband and had been silently meditating since then. Until this moment, he seemed to be disturbed by the noise outside and raised his head.
Jiuji asked quickly.
"How to catch the real murderer, do you have any ideas?"
She thought that after listening to so many things and thinking about it for so long, he should have some ideas.
But when she asked, he shook his head.
"No."
Jiuji: "..."
He is indeed too young.
Unexpectedly, before she finished her thoughts, he spoke again.
"Perhaps we can change our thinking. We don't look for it and let the real culprit reveal himself."
Jiuji was stunned.
"Do you have any idea?"
There was a slight warmth in his brows. He didn't say what the solution was, but just said "hmm" softly.
Jiuji: "..."
Is all human communication based on guesswork?
But then again, he is willing to seek innocence for the demon, which is quite different from others.
Jiuji couldn't help but think for a moment.
If he discovers her true identity, will he let her go?
She couldn't help but glance at the young minister beside her, and felt that instead of waiting for him to let her go in such an unfavorable situation, it would be better for her to be more cautious.
It is a serious crime to pretend to be a mortal, not to mention pretending to be the wife of the young minister of Dali Temple, and entering the bridal chamber with her...
She didn't want to be held down by the monster hunters in the capital.
Jiu Ji thought about it and thought that if Quan Lang could come out smoothly, she would have to act as soon as possible...
Jiu Ji crossed her arms and thought secretly.
The private room became quiet, especially because of the increasingly lively singing and dancing outside. The private room seemed to be isolated from the world.
Zhong Heqing's eyes quietly fell on the person who was thinking with his arms crossed.
She didn't know what she was thinking about, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was thinking seriously.
Zhong Heqing didn't have the ability to see through all other people's thoughts at a glance, but he couldn't help but think about what happened tonight.
According to Guanxing and her statement, it was one of her uncles who brought Huailin here, and it was Huailin who took the initiative to find her.
According to Stargazer and her, this makes sense.
But Zhong Heqing inexplicably had another thought -
It wasn't necessarily that Huailin found her through someone else, but that she brought Huailin here.
This thought suddenly appeared, and Zhong Heqing's heart suddenly sank.
If that's the case, then why does she?
Suddenly, the voice of a waiter in a restaurant came through the door.
“Sir, our Lengyue Tower’s most amazing heavenly dance is coming tonight, come out and have a look!”
Zhong Heqing asked the people around him.
"Want to take a look?"
Jiu Ji has been busy in the mortal world for the past few months, and she has never seen any singing and dancing from mortals.
She said yes, and Zhong Heqing stood up and opened the door for her. The location of their private room was just right. Standing on the railing on the second floor, he could have a panoramic view of the singing and dancing in the lobby.
On the Lengyue Tower, the moonlight tilted and the high lights merged together. On the stage decorated with flowers, several women in exotic clothes danced together as softly as snakes.
Jiu Ji couldn't help but take a few more glances, and suddenly heard the man beside her ask in a low voice.
"Aren't you afraid that Huailin will come to see you today?"
Huailin is a demon and Jiuji is also a demon, so of course they won't be afraid. But Tang Yirao is not.
Jiu Ji knew that he would be somewhat suspicious, so she had to bring up the matter of extremely yin fate.
"I'm a little scared, but I've seen a lot since I was a child, so I'm always more courageous than others, right? Otherwise, I would have been scared out of my wits."
She said with a smile, not wanting to get entangled in this, and randomly changed the topic.
"Although I am not an official of Dali Temple, isn't this case very difficult for you? Huailin may have the key to solving the case when she is found. Is it right for me to help my husband handle the case?"
Although she was lying to him, the fact that the case was solved was not fake. If the case was really solved, the credit would not go to Zhong Shaoqing.
Jiuji murmured in her heart, hoping that this mortal would stop asking.
But this mortal asked her another question.
Just when this question came out, Jiuji was stunned for a moment.
His voice was inexplicably low and soft amid the loud singing, dancing and cheering.
"...You just said you were helping your husband?"
Jiu Ji blinked.
What's the problem? Did she mean to help Tang Yirao's husband?
Jiuji couldn't figure out what complicated things were thinking in mortal minds.
she said bluntly.
"Yes, you are helping your husband."
Isn't this how it should be?
But for some reason, the man's eyes became softer and softer as she answered. He looked at her, and it seemed as if moonlight was flowing into his eyes under the exquisitely designed double eaves, causing gentle ripples in his calm eyes.
Jiu Ji blinked, and the man lowered his eyes slightly.
"I see."
What do you know?
He didn't say anything more, just turned around and stretched out his hand to her while escorting her downstairs from the crowded and noisy corridor.
"There is water on the floor, be careful if it gets slippery."
Jiuji will be careful.
But looking at the hand he stretched out, after much deliberation, he still put it up according to his wishes.
Zhong Heqing's palm had long since returned to warmth, but the one he held in his hand was slightly cold.
He tightened her deep in his palm.
No matter what, she is his wife.
Marriage is a strong bond, and the six realms are understood, isn't it?
*
It's April, and the yang energy released by the sun adds a certain irritability to the streets with many cars.
I don’t know where the news came from, but within half a day, it spread all over the streets and alleys.
"Have you heard? Mr. Du's case is in trouble again."
"Didn't you say that Dali Temple caught a demon?"
"Oh, that happened a few days ago. The current rumor is that the demon is not killing people, but Dali Temple is going to release the demon!"
In the crowded crowd, the news was like the wind of approaching summer, blowing all over the streets and alleys.
"Is this news accurate? Isn't it true that a demon kills someone? Is it credible? Isn't Dali Temple bewitched by a demon?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Dali Temple is the government office of the imperial court, and it is at the feet of the emperor. It is surrounded by a strong aura. How can it be deceived?"
"Then who killed Mr. Du? Is there someone else?"
"I don't know, there are rumors everywhere today. There is no smoke without fire. Maybe Dali Temple really has some evidence. Maybe if we let this monster go, we will catch the real culprit!"
... ...
In the small and exquisite courtyard, someone rushed in in a panic and knocked over the wine cup in the hand of the accompanying singer.
The singer said "Yeah" and knelt aside.
Someone asked unhappily from behind the screen embroidered with flowers and birds.
"Why are you so flustered? You're out of control!"
The person behind the screen said this, seeming to realize that something was wrong with the visitor's expression. He raised his hand and kicked out all the singing girls who were accompanying him. As soon as the person left, without waiting for him to ask, the person who came said.
"I heard that Dali Temple is going to release the dog demon! There are rumors on the street that Dali Temple has new evidence that proves that the dog demon is not the murderer, and that the murderer is... someone else!"
The person in the screen stood up, and his tall figure was reflected on the screen.
"really?"
The person who came was not very sure, "It's been rumored on the street, but there seems to be no news from Dali Temple."
When he said this, the people inside snorted in dissatisfaction.
"I have no idea what you came to tell me about? You're still in such a panic!"
He said, sat back and drank half a glass of wine.
"The dog demon has already confessed his crime. No matter how great Zhong Heqing is, can he still reverse the case overnight? You go back and wait until I have someone find out the situation."
He was like this, no matter how scared the visitor was, they could only wipe away the beads of sweat and comply.
*
For two days in a row, the rumors in the streets became more and more popular, and people began to come to Dali Temple to inquire.
Dali Temple did not say yes or no to this, but said that the case was still under investigation.
In the evening that day, another person came to inquire outside the gate of Dali Temple, but this time, it was Du Xiucai, the son of Mr. Du.
Du Xiucai originally only regarded the dog demon as the murderer of his father, but now he heard that Dali Temple was about to release him, and he was extremely anxious.
Liao Chun stopped him from coming in directly and came to find Zhong Heqing himself.
"Shaoqing, Du Xiucai is very anxious. He insists on seeing you and asking you clearly, what should I do?"
Zhong Heqing put down the case file in his hand and took a look outside.
He shook his head.
"Just say that I'm not here, and don't talk to anyone else. But I have to send someone to follow him. Don't let anything happen out of impatience."
Liao Chun sighed, "I understand."
Liao Chun spent a lot of effort to send Du Xiucai away. There were so many people who came to inquire, so Zhong Heqing simply left the office early.
He stayed at home these two days, even in the main room.
Although she was a bit uncomfortable tossing and turning on the bed, she didn't say she wanted to share a bed with him.
Today Zhong Heqing left the office early and naturally went all the way home.
It was not convenient for others to recognize him, so he changed into ordinary clothes and blended in with the crowd and walked all the way home.
The setting sun casts golden light on the street, and the stall owners on both sides of the road shouted hard when there were the most people walking before sunset.
Zhong Heqing was also attracted by the shouting, but as soon as he looked, his eyes were fixed on the person in front of the stall.
It was a stall selling small ornamental fish. She was wearing a light yellow dress that he had never seen before. Under the slanting light of the setting sun, she looked as agile and beautiful as a goldfish in the water.
At this time, she was bending over and looking at the goldfish, one tank after another, very carefully.
Zhong Heqing glanced at it and remembered that she also liked to look at the small fish in the pond at home.
It's just that the fish seemed to be afraid of her. When they saw her walking away, they turned around and swam away. Even when she called and sprinkled the fish food, the fish refused to get closer to her.
Madam, why do you have the leisure to go out on the street today?
Zhong Heqing raised his feet and walked over.
But as soon as he took a step forward, he saw the bent woman straighten up.
The man's footsteps suddenly stopped and he saw the woman's figure clearly——
The woman in front of the stall was obviously taller, with shiny black hair faintly interspersed with brown-blond hair, and the setting sun traced golden lines on the side of her face.
She held her chin with one hand and asked the stall owner, "This fish of yours is really beautiful. How many days can it last?"
The stall owner said that it was still growing, "it won't be a problem in ten or eight years."
She crossed her arms in disbelief, "Aren't you the old lady selling melons?"
The stall owner said something else. The words fell in Zhong Heqing's ears, but he heard nothing.
He only looked at the people in front of the stall. Where was his wife?
But he had also seen the person in front of him, it was the benefactor of Yaofang.
The few times he saw her in the Demon Shop, he always felt an inexplicable familiarity that he couldn't grasp, but he couldn't figure out why she felt inexplicably familiar.
But today, he suddenly knew the reason for this inexplicable familiarity.
Zhong Heqing's heart skipped a beat.
He retracted his steps and did not step forward again, standing at the roadside in a daze.
She glanced back and forth in front of the stall a few times, watching the fish swim away from her. She smiled helplessly and shook her head, then turned around and left the stall without buying.
But the direction she left was towards Zhong Heqing's homecoming.
There are more and more people on the street, and the crowds are swarming together like a school of fish looking for food.
When Zhong Heqing was blinded by the crowd, she disappeared into the street.
... ...
At Zhong Mansion, when the man returned home, he saw the concierge closing the door.
"Why did you open the door just now? Someone is here?"
When the concierge saw Lang Jun coming back, he quickly opened the door again.
He saluted and replied.
"Back to you, sir. Madam went out in the afternoon. She just came back from outside. The young lady opened the door for her."
Hearing this, Zhong Heqing took a deep breath slowly.
