Liang Su followed Su Huangzhe and An Ying with the medical records and said, "Hey, do we still want to go back to the Jiaofang Division? I think Shangguan Ru is still a little suspicious. Do you want to ask her to talk to her again? Besides, what else? Yang Yun'er, who is good at singing, and Gu Yuanfang, who plays the pipa, I think they are both suspects. Look..."
An Ying tilted his head with a smile and said, "Why don't Master Su call out all the famous people in the Jiaofang Division to take a look? It would be better if they all act in one? Also watch Wasi's drama?"
Liang Su chuckled, "That depends on Mr. Su's intention. There is indeed a drama that is very popular recently..."
Su Huangzhe looked around and said, "Liang Su, are you familiar with the Duke of Qi?"
"That's right, my grandfather and Duke Qi are old friends. Yan Kuan and I, oh, Yan Kuan is the eldest son of Duke Qi, we are good buddies."
"Okay, this is not far from the Duke of Qi's Mansion. We just want to go there and have a look. Let's go."
Liang Su complained as he walked: "If I had known you were going to Duke Qi, I would have gone home. On such a hot day, we still have to walk these roads. Oh, it seems that after I finish the Jinshi exam, I can't go to your Ministry of Punishment. I still Go to Honglu Temple..."
As soon as he arrived at the gate of Duke Qi's mansion, Yan Kuan came out. He saw Liang Su on the side and said in surprise: "Xiao Shao'er, why did you come here with Mr. Su? But what problem did your grandfather find?"
Liang Su pulled Yan Kuan while waving his hand, "Ah Kuan, I'm helping Mr. Su solve the case. Come on, I'm almost dying of heat. Bring me some drinks."
The waiter behind Yan Kuan quickly brought the ice-snow garden soup. An Ying was about to drink it in one sip when Liang Su stopped her and said, "Wait a minute, you were so hot that you didn't even sweat, so you suddenly drank the ice drink." , it will be uncomfortable.”
Su Huangzhe also took the ice drink from An Ying's hand and said, "Let's talk inside the house."
Yan Kuan led the way and said: "The servants are not careful. By the way, Yun Pan has already been here last time. I wonder what you want to see this time?"
An Ying asked: "I heard from Yun Pingshi that the Duke's study has not been used for more than a year. How do you take care of it on weekdays?"
Yang Kuan led them to a house deep in the shade, opened the door and said, "My father has been an official for many years. The study is where he usually draws. There is nothing important and no one will be guarding it. He will be there in a few days." Someone came over to clean it.”
"Then why did you enter the study and find that it had been rummaged through?" An Ying looked at the study and saw that it was indeed being rummaged through.
"It must have been the third day of the memorial ceremony held at home. Several of my father's former friends came over to pay their respects, and then they said they wanted to ask for some paintings of my father as a souvenir. I brought them over and took a look. I found it was being turned over."
Su Huangzhe's expression changed and he asked: "Which friend?"
"Several adults from the Ministry of Rites, Mr. Cai, Mr. Liu, and a few relatives, my brother-in-law Ma Tong, and Mr. Li from the Military and Horse Department. When they came in, they said that Mr. Cheng had passed away a few days ago. The study was also rummaged through. Then I became nervous, so I went with Mr. Li to Dai Fuyin to report the case."
"By the way, all the paintings and calligraphy here have been sent away. Yesterday I found that a few volumes of paintings were missing, but I looked at them and they were all paintings by Cheng Shilang. Mr. Su, would you like to take a look?"
After opening a few volumes, Liang Su stretched out his head and smacked his lips, "This painting is not very good. Isn't it said that Mr. Cheng has superb painting skills?"
Yan Kuan also said: "I'm surprised too. The dates are from a few years ago. The quality of Cheng Shilang's paintings is uneven, and the painting styles are also varied. I think my father has inscribed these paintings, and he probably wants to pay them back." Give it to Mr. Cheng, I will be delayed later because of illness."
"Take a look. If it's useful, take it first."
"Speaking of which, my father and Cheng Shilang are really good friends. They left at about the same time. Hey, when Cheng Shilang came to my house with the painting, my father said that it looked raw, but he just liked him. The two of them. After going back and forth like this, I actually accumulated so many paintings."
At this time, the sound of singing could be heard faintly from the distance in the yard. Liang Su listened carefully, grabbed Yang Kuan and said, "Ah Kuan, did your family hire someone to perform another drama? That one about Tao Hong looking for a husband? And the old man's story?"
Yan Kuan pointed at Liang Su, "You have the sharpest ears. We have been inviting guests at home these days, and we have to invite guests back for at least three days. I heard that it is now popular to invite guests to watch dramas at home, and my mother also likes them, so I specially arranged it."
"Hey, you might like it too." Liang Su elbowed Yan Kuan and said with a smile, "Have you bought the latest story book from Cheng Bitang?"
Yan Kuan smiled mysteriously, "Not only did I buy it, the Baixi Theater I invited this time also performed a play adapted from the storybook."
"Yes, yes, my family also invited the Ghost Theater to perform. I wanted to invite the troupe of Baixi Theater to perform, but they couldn't. It turns out they came to your house. I heard that Baixi Theater's play was produced by Mr. Qingluan himself. Arranged?"
Yan Kuan nodded proudly, then turned back to greet Su Huangzhe and An Ying and said, "Does Mr. Su read story books and dramas on weekdays?"
Su Huangzhe nodded, "My mother likes it, and I sometimes accompany her to watch it. My mother also likes Mr. Qingluan you are talking about. Next time our family can also invite Baixi Theater to perform it."
Liang Su looked at An Ying who was silent and said, "Hey, Xiao An Sizhi, why don't you speak? Don't you read the storybook? Don't you watch the drama? That's not right. There are people performing dramas in your tea shop. You should be better than us. I’ve seen a lot.”
An Ying shook his head, "Every time I go back, I have to help with the work. I haven't looked at the textbook a few times. I see my little sister and brother reading it. I'm supervising a class at Guozi recently. I can't even read the textbook. Where can I read it?" I have time to read the storybook.”
As they were talking, several people arrived in an open area, where the Duke's wife was watching a play with a group of female relatives.
"Xiao Su is here. What, do you have any clues about my old man's affairs?" Mrs. Zeng, the Duke's wife, who was full of white hair and energetic, looked at Su Huangzhe and asked.
Su Huangzhe saluted respectfully and said, "I'm investigating a case nearby today. I'll stop by and have a look."
"Hey, I don't know what's in my old man's study. It's really worrying. Please check it out. Hey, isn't this a boy from the Liang family? Why are you here too?"
Liang Su smiled and went over to greet him and said: "If we meet him on the road, let's come together and have a look. Where are our ancestors watching the drama? Hey, our ancestors also like to read Mr. Qingluan's story books."
At this time, the woman next to Mrs. Zeng came over and saluted, "Brother Su, and brother Xiaoshao."
Liang Su touched her nose and said, "Sister Ayan, you are also watching a show with your ancestors."
Su Huangzhe nodded slightly and said: "I have official duties today, and I have to go back to the Ministry of Justice for official duties later. Since the Duke's Office has seen it, I will leave first."
An Ying originally wanted to take another look, but just as he was about to say something, Liang Su pushed his arm. An Ying turned around and saw him winking, and following his eyes, it turned out that Ayan was looking at her affectionately. Mr. Su.
An Ying immediately shut his mouth and followed Master Su to bow and leave.
On the way back, An Ying chatted with Liang Su, "Hey, why did they call you Xiaoshao?"
Liang Su scratched his head, "Hey, what about this? When I arrested Zhou, I grabbed a spoon, and my grandpa gave him the nickname Little Spoon." He rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "You know you Mr. Su, Mr. Xiao?" What’s your name?”
An Ying glanced at Mr. Su secretly, and when he saw that he was silent, he lowered his head and muttered to Liang Su, "What's your name?"
"Hehe, his name is Tuanzi. Because when he was born, he looked like a glutinous rice dumpling, white and fat."
An Ying couldn't help but glanced at Mr. Su secretly again. Don't tell me, he is so good-looking and has a good body, but he can't be associated with Nuomi Dumplings.
Liang Su came over with another wink and said, "That Ayan just now is Mr. Su's fiancée."
"Ah, if you didn't tell me earlier, I didn't salute just now." An Ying pushed Liang Su angrily, "You should tell me earlier next time about such an important matter."
"Why do you want to know this?" Liang Su asked, "Is it possible that you are interested in your Master Su? Hey, you girl, don't make blind decisions. You Master Su is the best in the capital, and the beloved of many girls in the boudoir... ..."
"What are you talking about? Mr. Su's fiancée will be our boss's wife in the future. Do you understand how powerful the pillow style is? Hey, you made me miss the opportunity to show my face in front of my boss's wife."
