Chapter 1162

Jingrong put on her cloak, stood beside her and held her cold hand.

Ji Yunshu warmed up.

At the moment, she felt extremely happy.

Jing Rong asked her, "what do you think?"

She was a little dull at this question.

There was a long silence.

Slightly shook his head: "I don't know."

I really don't know.

I was just fascinated by the snowflakes.

Jing Rong smiled at her answer.

Very good laugh!

Even better than snowflakes all over the sky.

For a moment, Ji Yunshu stared at him and couldn't move away.

Jing Rong looked into her beautiful eyes and asked, "what are you doing looking at me like this?"

She smiled and said nothing.

Keep staring at him.

This time——

A figure came running in a hurry in the heavy snow.

He also shouted, "Mr. Ji."

Ran to him.

It broke the harmony between Ji Yunshu and Jingrong at this time.

"Are you?"

The man was covered with snow, panting and said, "I've been ordered by Lord Li. Please go there quickly, Mr. Ji."

Oh, it's from the city Department.

Ji Yunshu asked, "now?"

"Yes, some people say they know the identity of the dead and are waiting for you at the city Department."

The result of the portrait finally came out!

Ji Yunshu glanced at Jing Rong, as if to ask his opinion.

Jing Rong said to the man, "OK, we'll be there later."

"You'd better go now. The carriages at the door are ready."

How thoughtful!

……

The hall of the city Department is full of people!

Waiting to uncover the identity of the dead.

Suddenly——

"Here comes Mr. Ji."

I don't know who shouted.

Hearing the sound, they looked at the door, and the crowd dispersed slowly.

He saw Li Cheng sitting in the front chair, an adjutant's posture.

As soon as he saw Ji Yunshu and Jingrong coming, he got up to meet him.

They welcomed her into the hall.

Li Cheng: "you've been here for a long time."

Ji Yunshu: "did you find out?"

"Here! There!" Li Cheng pointed in one direction.

Looking down, he saw a small woman surrounded by the crowd.

The woman turned back at the moment.

It happened to collide with Ji Yunshu's eyes, but after only a moment, the woman's eyes moved to Jingrong's line of sight.

This person is Zhao er?

Zhao ER was wearing a cloak and holding a small stove to warm her hands. She pressed tightly on her abdomen. Beside her, there was a little girl waiting on her.

This girl is the woman who saw the portrait in the street yesterday.

When she learned who the woman was, she immediately went back and told zhao'er.

That's why they came here today.

At the moment, when Zhao Er saw Jing Rong, although he was surprised, it was difficult to hide his happiness.

The corners of his mouth inadvertently showed a trace of shy smile.

She knew that God would bless her to see the childe again.

She will be like a butterfly!

Happiness, freedom.

Jing Rong was also stunned when he looked at her. The center of his eyebrows couldn't help twisting gently. He didn't think how she could be here?

Their eyes were intertwined and they were caught by Ji Yunshu.

Confused, she glanced at Jing Rong and the little girl.

They know each other?

Who did you know?

Why doesn't she know?

Her confusion was soon interrupted by Zhao er.

Zhao Er smiled at Jing Rong: "young master Jing, I didn't expect that we could see each other again. It's really fate."

She was very happy.

A simple and clean smile hung on his face.

Like the dust-free snow!

When Jing Rong faced Zhao Er, his usual cold and fierce spirit seemed to be reduced a little.

He asked, "Why are you here?"

"I know the man in the portrait."

"Do you know?"

"Yes!" She nodded.

Li Cheng suddenly put in a sentence: "so you know! The world is really small."

Sigh.

Ji Yunshu asked, "who is she?"

Li Cheng said, "don't you know her? I thought you knew her. She is Zhao Er, the second young lady of the government. She met me."

The government?

It's a big man!

Jing Rong's eyes tightened.

I seem to be surprised by the identity of the little girl.

Ji Yunshu is neither stingy nor jealous.

When she saw the woman's eyes, it was clear that she was interested in Jing Rong.

And Jing Rong was surprisingly gentle to her.

She doesn't want to find out why.

This is not the time for gossip.

Then get straight to the point.

Ask the girl, "do you know who the dead are?"

Zhao'er took his eyes back from Jing Rong, and Ji Yunshu bowed, "yes, I know."

"Who is the dead?"

"Yes..." she said, and couldn't help looking at Jing Rong secretly.

But Ji Yunshu saw it again.

"Girl?" She shouted to zhao'er.

Zhao Er reacted and then replied, "the person on the portrait is Su Qiao."

"Who is Su Qiao?"

Zhao Er shook his head.

"Since you know that the woman in the portrait is Su Qiao, why don't you even know her identity?"

"I..."

"Girl, this is a homicide case. Don't play tricks."

"I......" Zhao ER was speechless.

Li Cheng hurriedly said, "zhao'er, don't be afraid. You say everything you know."

Zhao Er looked at Li Cheng and said, "but brother Cheng, I really don't know."

Brother Cheng shouted very close.

Not surprising!

Although the Duke of Pingyang and the Duke of the kingdom are opposite, they do not affect the exchanges between their children.

In the early years, Li Cheng provoked the eldest lady of the Duke of Kingdom, that is, Zhao er's sister, so that the Duke of Pingyang and the Duke of kingdom had a hard time in the court, and Zhao Er met each other at the time when Li Cheng provoked her sister.

Ji Yunshu burst into tears when he saw the little girl.

Then he said softly, "then tell me what you know." Zhao Er nodded and said slowly, "in fact, I really only know her name. I remember three years ago, it was raining heavily that day. I saw her huddled in a corner of the roadside, soaked and trembling all over. So I sent her to the Inn and let her go

She stayed first for the time being. She said her name was su Qiao and she just came to Gaoding to look for someone, but I asked her who she was looking for, but she refused to say. Since it was someone else's private affair, it was naturally difficult for me to intervene. "

"No?"

The girl beside zhao'er suddenly said, "Miss, I'd better say it."

"Yes." The girl continued: "I took care of her during the days when Miss settled her in the inn, but in those days, she always went out. I asked her where to go? She refused to say. She cried with a burden every time. Later... When I went to the inn again, she was gone,

I asked the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper said she never came back after she went out the night before, but I didn't think much about it at that time. I thought she was going home. Where do you know... She died. "

The more you speak, the less you speak. Even with a trace of fear.