Three days later, when Lin Sui'an was sitting in a tea shop in Dongshi, Mu Zhong had made great progress.
"The Luo family are not stupid either. They refused to let go of the profitable shops and caravans under Luo Shichuan's name. It took me a lot of effort to get them to compromise." Duke Mu said with a proud expression, "The young lady of the Luo family also intends to separate the family. But Meng Langjun doesn't agree. Unless the land deed of the shop and the caravan trading documents are missing, in my opinion, it's his fault - Ahem, Madam Lin, are you listening?"
"Mr. Mu worked hard, Mugong is righteous." Lin Sui'an said casually, his eyes fixed on the movements of Dr. Tea at the table.
This tea shop has the best business in Nanpu County and is packed with seats. Dr. Tea is a thirteen-year-old boy, neatly dressed, with white and tender fingers and neatly trimmed fingertips. Although he is young, his tea-making skills are first-class. First, in order to make an appointment with Dr. Tea, Lin Sui'an queued for two days.
The little tea doctor cleaned the tea utensils in an orderly manner. He used long wooden chopsticks to hold the tea cakes and bake them carefully. He turned them over from time to time. When the tea cakes emitted a faint steam, he put the tea cakes into a paper bag, folded it and set it aside, and whispered in a low voice. , "Mrs. Sir, please wait a moment for the tea to cool down and wake up."
Lin Sui'an observed the position of the tea utensils on the table for a while, then took out the location map of the items at the crime scene from his pocket and checked them one by one. Mu Zhong whispered, "You won't always keep this map with you, right?"
Lin Sui'an: "What's wrong?"
"Okay, okay." Mu Zhong laughed dryly and moved his butt farther away from Lin Sui'an.
After Lin Sui'an checked, he found that except for the location of the wind stove, the locations of tea cakes, tea rolls, tea grinders, small pots and cauldrons for making tea, water cubes, ladles, tea bowls and other utensils were all the same as those of Luo Shichuan. The placement is different.
"Young gentleman, what's the importance of placing this tea set?" Lin Sui'an asked.
Dr. Tea: “In my tea shop, the position of each tea utensil is very particular, so don’t touch it without permission.”
"What if you make tea at home?"
"Of course it depends on personal preference."
"Does everyone have a fixed place for placing their tea utensils?"
Dr. Tea glanced at Lin Sui'an, as if he was wondering why she asked such a question, "Cooking tea is an elegant matter. Only by trying it many times can you choose the most comfortable and convenient method, which is not easy to change."
In other words, if a habit is formed, the position of the tea utensil will basically remain unchanged. Lin Sui'an understood.
After the tea wakes up, the tea doctor breaks up the tea cakes and puts them into the tea grinder, crushes them finely, pours the tea scraps into the tea grinder, sifts out the tea powder and puts it away, burns the wind stove, fills the cauldron with water, waits for the water to boil for the second time, and sprinkles the tea powder .
Lin Sui'an noticed that before the furnace was ignited, there was already a layer of charcoal slag in the furnace, and he had to stir it several times before lighting the fire.
"It turns out that Mrs. Lin is interested in tea ceremony," Mr. Mu came over and said, "The tea ceremony in Yangdu is the most prosperous, especially the tea shop in Chunzhifang. It is a hundred times better than here. I will invite you to taste it someday."
Before Lin Sui'an could reply, the young tea doctor was not happy. He pursed his lips and muttered, "Although my family is not as good as Yangdu, it is also a famous tea restaurant in Nanpu. Every year, students who pass by on their way to take exams are full of praises. They even left poems on the wall."
Mu Zhong was a little embarrassed and touched his nose.
The water was boiled for three times and the tea was fried. The tea was divided into two bowls and presented to Lin Sui'an and Mu Zhong. "Mr. Sir, Madam, please have some tea."
There was foam floating on the surface of the tea, which was evenly thin and thick. It looked indeed stronger than the Luo family's tea. Lin Sui'an picked up the tea bowl and took a sip with great expectation. He rolled his eyes in pain and looked at Mu Zhong furtively, his teeth cracking.
Dr. Xiaocha stared at the two of them with his big eyes, with "I'm not done with you until you drink it all" written all over his face.
"Ahem," Lin Sui'an put down the tea bowl calmly, "Where is the poetry wall? We both want to taste it."
*
"Don't tell me, Dr. Xiaocha is really not bragging." Mu Zhong said, crossing his arms.
"It's breathtaking." Lin Sui'an said.
The south wall of the teahouse was carefully painted with paint, and it was covered with densely packed poems. The regular cursive script was dancing around, and the five characters and seven rhymes complemented each other. It was simply a nightmare for trypophobia. There were people on three levels inside and outside, gathered around to comment, sipping tea, shaking their heads and reciting poems, all enjoying themselves.
The four treasures of the study are placed on the table by the wall. The pen has been polished and the ink has been polished, ready for the next poet to splash ink at any time.
Lin Sui'an and Mu Zhong looked at each other and turned around, only to see the young Dr. Tea still sitting there, staring directly at them, as if I would chase you to the ends of the earth if you don't come back and finish drinking tea.
Mu Zhong touched the word "山" and Hu Shayou began to compose a poem, "This tea tastes as bad as bile. Oh my God, it's killing me..."
Lin Sui'an raised his forehead and said, "Let's go quickly."
Mu Zhong: "There are many people and thieves at the back door of the tea shop. You go to drink tea and I will leave first."
"..."
This uncle is addicted to playing.
Lin Sui'an was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned around and ran away, and happened to pass by a scholar. The scholar's voice, which sounded like crying and laughing, penetrated into the ear canal like a spider's thread.
This voice!
Lin Sui'an suddenly turned around and saw the scholar stumbling to the poetry wall, grabbing a brush and writing frantically. The crowd of onlookers suddenly became energetic and read out word by word along with his strokes:
"Chunxi - Yanzhu - first meeting you,"
"The cool moon - like eyebrows - loves me so much."
"Red flowers - have seasons - love has no seasons,"
“The flow of water—infinite—is like Lang’s will.”
"Hey, why did this gentleman write his love poem here?"
"Could it be that the young lady that this husband likes is here too?"
The scholar crookedly wrote the last painting, threw away the brush, sat down in the corner, covered his face and cried, "Lian Jun... Lian Jun... you are so cruel... wu wu wu..."
Lin Sui'an was stunned. She recognized this voice. It was the protagonist in Su Chengxian's memory - the lover who had an affair with Su Chengxian.
And this poem turned out to be Su Chengxian's love poem.
*
"Who are you? Do you really know Lord Lian?" the scholar asked.
The scholar's name was Wei Li. He was dressed in white and handsome. He was suddenly invited to drink tea by Lin Sui'an. His tear-stained face was full of alertness.
The "Lianjun" in his mouth is the name of Su Chengxian.
Mu Zhong looked at Lin Sui'an, feeling like there were question marks all over his forehead. I don’t understand why she picked up a scholar and had a relationship with Su Chengxian. Could it be that he had the power of prediction?
Lin Sui'an was much more shocked than Mu Zhong. The scholar's appearance once again proved that her golden finger was indeed a golden finger and was not an illusion or imagination. She could not face the scholar in front of her at all, so she could only pretend to be profound and drink tea. Unexpectedly, he received an approving look from Dr. Xiaocha.
"Ahem, we do know the husband of the Su family." Mu Zhong said.
Wei Li: "How to prove it?"
Mu Zhong scratched his head: "This..."
how to prove? Take him to see Su Chengxian’s body?
"Thousands of miles away from the mortal world, no one can help but feel the love." Lin Sui'an said, "These are the last two lines of the poem."
Wei Li: "H-How do you know?! Su Lang clearly said that this song is--"
"A love poem for you." Lin Sui'an looked at Wei Li's suddenly pale face and couldn't bear it. "To be honest, including you, Su Chengxian has already given this love poem to three people."
Wei Li's body shook violently, as if he understood something, tears burst from his eyes, and he laughed softly, "I see... I see... He still went back... I was so stupid, I thought he was sincere. To me, I kept his luggage stupidly, thinking that I could go to Dongdu with him to catch the exam. It turned out that the luggage was just a cover for him to deceive me..."
Only then did Mu Zhong understand the relationship between the two, and his jaw dropped in shock. He whispered, "I heard that there are often good men in high-ranking families, but I didn't expect to see them today. How did Mrs. Lin know about it?" ?”
Haha, I almost got a needle eye when I saw it with my own eyes.
"Su Cheng gave me the same love poem first." Lin Sui'an said expressionlessly.
Wei Li suddenly stared at Lin Sui'an. Mu Zhong was choked, his eyes were rounded with pain, and he spat after a while, "Scumbag!"
Lin Sui'an: "Master Wei, where is the luggage you just mentioned?"
*
Wei Li lives in Qiandufang. He walks along Chunman Road from Dongshi to the end of the road, and then walks eastward along Xilu Street for a quarter of an hour. The houses are densely packed, and they are all local residents of Nanpu County. Lin Sui'an made a rough calculation and found that there were about fifty households. The floor area ratio was already very high in Nanpu County.
Wei Li's rented house is located in the southwest corner of Qiandufang. It has a main hall and an inner room. There are bamboos outside the window and potted flowers in the courtyard. It is quite elegant. The main hall is filled with scrolls and scrolls.
Wei Li had just lost control and didn't ask any questions. Now he had come to his senses. He was holding Su Chengxian's luggage and refused to let go, looking at Lin Sui'an with eyes burning like fire.
Lin Sui'an scratched his forehead, feeling helpless.
It seemed that Wei Li regarded her as his love rival.
"Is your surname Luo?" Wei Li asked.
Lin Sui'an: "My surname is Lin."
"Lin? Why Lin?" Wei Li took two steps back, "No, who are you?!"
When Mu Zhongshi couldn't stand it anymore, he directly enlarged his attack: "Su Chengxian's body is parked at the county government office. I will take you there later."
Wei Li gasped and sat down on the ground. In the next moment, he grabbed Mu Zhong's shirt with his claws and fangs, and shouted, "Lian Jun is dead?! How did he die?! Why did he die?! You lied! "
Mu Zhong leaned back, trying to avoid him: "Speak slowly if you have something to say, don't move your hands or feet——"
The luggage in Wei Li's arms rolled to the ground. Lin Sui'an immediately grabbed it and rummaged through it. The luggage was very simple, a purse containing two pennies, three pieces of change of clothes, a pair of cloth boots, Mr. Su Cheng's place of residence, and a fire certificate. , four scrolls of books, all of which are collections of poems and essays that students often read, nothing special. Lin Sui'an became a little anxious and shook off all the clothes. Suddenly, a bulging small cloth bag fell out, about four inches long, with various colors and shapes. It is exactly the same as the bag that contained the original diary, and it is the "帙" that contained the scroll book.
Lin Sui'an's heart was beating wildly and he pulled out the scroll. There were three words "Shi Jing Ji" written on the cover.
Oooh!
People searched thousands of times for him, and it took no effort to find him!
"Ms. Lin!" Mu Zhong suddenly shouted. Lin Sui'an quickly stuffed the Shijingji into his sleeves. He saw Mu Zhong grabbing Wei Li's arms and his eyes were about to fall out, "He just He said that Su Cheng would be with him first on the night of August 15th!"
"What?!" Lin Sui'an grabbed Wei Li's elbow. Wei Li screamed and almost knelt down. Lin Sui'an hurriedly relaxed his strength and said, "Are you sure it's the night of August 15th?"
Wei Li's eyes turned red: "Of course I'm sure! The night of the full moon is the day when Lord Lian and I fell in love, how could I remember it wrong?!"
Lin Sui'an: "You guys have been together all night?!"
Mu Zhong's face turned red: "Ahem!"
Wei Li: "Let's stay together all night!"
Lin Sui'an: "We were never separated for a moment?!"
Mu Zhong: "Cough cough cough cough!"
Wei Li: "I will never leave you even for a moment!"
"I have a mother!" Mu Zhong covered his face and shouted.
Does Su Cheng have an alibi? !
Is he not the murderer? !
Lin Sui'an let go of Wei Li and walked around the room. The chaotic images and sound fragments in his mind seemed to be involved in a storm and swirled wildly. Suddenly, a bright thread appeared, stringing all the fragments together:
The blooming osmanthus tree, Luo Shichuan sitting in a pool of blood, the broken door latch, the harsh words of the Luo clan, Mu Zhong's words in the fragrance of tea, the map of the murder scene, Su Chengxian with only half of his face left, Dr. Tea's brewing of tea Technique, Luo Kou threw herself on Luo Shichuan's body and cried...
"When did Su Chengxian leave?!" Lin Sui'an asked.
Wei Li: "It's dawn, the gate has just opened..."
Lin Sui'an closed his eyes tightly, turned around and left.
"Where is Mrs. Lin going?!" Mu Zhong chased her out.
Lin Sui'an tightened his grip on the handle of Qianjing's knife and looked directly in the direction of Yanrenfang: "Go and catch the real culprit!"
