In fact, when Lan Yin decided to take out the jade pendant, she had already made plans in her mind. However, looking at Cui Yuanzao's half-smiling expression, she suddenly felt hesitant and could only give it a try.
"It was rude of me to let Shiro Fourteen come late at night. But now that I'm at the end of my rope, I ask Shiro Fourteen to save me for the sake of my fathers!" Lan Yin recalled Madam Yang's appearance and pulled back her handbags as a courtesy.
Cui Yuanzao looked at Lan Yin's non-standard etiquette and said gently: "Madam, you are polite. Although you and I have never met, we have been married since we were young. How can I ignore my mother's troubles? But if she doesn't tell me the truth, I have nowhere to start."
"It's a long story."
"There's no rush, it's a long night, Madam, you can speak slowly." Cui Yuanzao motioned to Lan Yin to sit down.
Liu Lanyin's heart was beating "gudong, gudong". She was quite satisfied with her performance. She finally finished speaking those awkward scenes. She glanced at Cui Yuanzao. It seemed that Cui Shilang didn't notice her dissatisfaction. OK.
Lan Yin decided to take a big gamble and trust him temporarily, but where to start?
——
Liu Lanyin met Lu Qian at Tongguanyi.
Because Tongguan Post is close to the big market on the official road, with many religions and people coming and going, it is not easy to get a room. Originally, the post was prepared for visitors and officials, and a "ticket" was required to stay.
However, after the Anshi Rebellion, the vassal towns were separated and no longer paid taxes to the central government. The imperial court could not allocate funds. It was an unwritten rule that the inns could only secretly accept wealthy guests from the past.
Lu Qian was willful, extravagant and generous, so he naturally grabbed a room in the upper room. However, a gentleman who called himself Cui of Qinghe came from nowhere. He watched the dishes being served and forced Lu Qian to give up the upper room.
Although Lu Qian was not Qiwang, he was born into a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River and was a famous painter. After having some wine, he naturally started to argue with Cui Langjun, but he only brought an old servant with him. Jun beat me up.
Seeing a large group of people beating up an old man, Liu Lanyin couldn't stand it, so she took a few peanuts on the table, threw them away, and immediately poured out a piece.
"The one who dares to plot against me, Cui Yuanpeng, doesn't want to live anymore?"
Even though Mr. Cui's eyes turned into frog eyes, it didn't help. He couldn't tell where the hidden weapon came from.
Liu Lanyin ate the peanuts without saying a word. People in the world were afraid of someone named Cui, but she was afraid that she would make a big deal and be taken back if she was not careful.
"Honey, help me!"
However, to her surprise, Lu Qian crawled towards her.
This old boy has such good eyesight?
Liu Lanyin was surprised, her hands were already faster than her brain, and she grabbed Lu Qian in a leap and escaped from the inn.
When they arrived at the hiding place, Liu Lanyin naturally dropped Lu Qian and was about to leave, but he grabbed her by the skirt.
Lu Qian was mostly sober from the wine at this time. After witnessing Liu Lanyin's amazing Qinggong skills, he secretly had an idea in his mind.
"Thank you, Madam. I wonder if Madam can send me to Zhao Jinggong Temple in Changlefang, Chang'an?"
Liu Lanyin was not dedicated to doing good deeds, so she naturally ignored him. With a slight shake, the skirt of her skirt slipped from Lu Qian's hands, and she jumped onto the branch with a quick breath.
"I'll give you a thousand guans."
Liu Lanyin instantly slipped from the bushes to Lu Qian's side and said with a smile: "Old sir, can you pay me some light gold and silver?"
"My lady doesn't know something. Zhao Jinggong Temple paid the old man 5,000 yuan to repair Wu Daozi's mural "Hell Transformation". As long as the lady sends the old man to Chang'an, why worry about having no money?"
Liu Lanyin was originally going to Chang'an. In that case, why not make the money?
But how could she have imagined that Lu Qian actually died in Zhao Jinggong Temple.
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"Ms. Yang, Miss Yang?"
Cui Yuanzao waved his hand in front of Liu Lanyin who was deep in thought.
Liu Lanyin came back to her senses, hid her face and said: "I'm a little scared to make you laugh. After escaping from Zhaoyi Town, I was in panic all day long. I wanted to come to Chang'an to join Shishi Lang. I happened to meet Lu Qian in Tongguanyi, because I liked him. I am a painter and calligrapher, so I traveled with him so that I could have someone to take care of me. How could I have known that such a disaster would happen."
Cui Yuanzao was secretly amused. Did this lady, who was pretending to be weak, ever find that her sitting posture was already a sitting position?
Cui Yuanzao said calmly: "How do you think Lu Qian died?"
When he came, Cui Yuanzao had actually read the file. This was really a strange case.
Lu Qian died suddenly after repairing murals in the East Zen Temple of Zhao Jinggong Temple for three days and three nights.
Madam Yang was the only one who had seen Lu Qian in the past three days, so she was the natural suspect.
Liu Lanyin said: "This thing is indeed strange. Lu Qian was afraid that people would disturb him while he was repairing the murals, so he locked the door from the inside. On the day of his death, I asked him to have a meal, but he never answered. I thought it was weird so I opened the door. As a result, he already dead."
"You broke the door open by yourself?"
Cui Yuanzao's eyelids were drooped, and Liu Lanyin could not see his expression.
Only then did she realize in shock that she had let it slip. Madam Yang was born in the Yang family of Hongnong. How could she have such great strength?
She thought that her secret would be exposed in the future, so she might as well explain it in advance, and she told a few lies smoothly: "I have been very strong since I was a child, and my health was not good when I was a child. My father-in-law and my mother-in-law put me in the gym and learned some basic kung fu. "
Cui Yuanzao saw her pouting and looking angry, which was a bit funny, so he added to the anger, "Madam, you have so much strength."
Liu Lanyin has been playing the role of a virtuous lady for so long, and now she can't stand it anymore. She thinks that she should let Cui Yuanzao adapt to the setting that his fiancée is a rough man as soon as possible.
Lan Yin took pictures of several cases, and a fingerprint suddenly stood out.
She looked sideways at Cui Yuanzao, as if to say, I am so strong, what's wrong?
Cui Yuanzao was secretly amused, but he still adjusted himself, as if he didn't care, and continued to ask: "This is a bit troublesome. No one can prove that Lu Qian was already dead when you went in."
"That's why those idiots arrested me." Liu Lanyin said angrily. After speaking, she was shocked to realize that such words did not seem to be consistent with Madam Yang's identity, and she quickly shut up.
Cui Yuanzao didn't seem to notice and continued: "It's not that they are stupid. I have read the file. Lu Qian is in good health. There is no evidence of sudden death such as chest numbness and heartache. He has also been tested and there is no evidence of poisoning. There is no evidence of sudden death in his body. trauma."
He pondered over and over again and said, "However, his expression before death was horrified, as if he had seen something terrifying, as if he was scared to death. Think about it, is there anything special happening in Zhao Jinggong Temple these days?"
Liu Lanyin said confusedly: "Lu Qian is quite courageous. How could he be scared to death?"
"Think about it."
Liu Lanyin was originally here for the Qian Guan, and she was not Lu Qian's slave. How did she know anything about him?
After racking her brains, she finally remembered that Lu Qian's expression after seeing the "Hell Transformation" that day could indeed be called frightened.
Could it be that Lu Qian was frightened to death by this painting?
"'Hell Transformation'?" Cui Yuanzao repeated silently, and then smiled half-heartedly: "Whether Lu Qian died because of this painting or not, it is only serious to rescue the lady now."
