Chapter 170

Ran Yan and WAN green chatted in the corridor for a while, only then knew that the courtyard was Liu Qingsong's temporary residence for them. It was near the county yamen. Mention Liu Qingsong, ran Yan can't help grinding teeth, he had better not appear in front of her!

It's getting late.

Xiao Song guessed that ran Yunsheng would come back two minutes later, but this time it was obviously a miscalculation. Ran Yunsheng did not return until the evening.

Ran Yan had already entered the room with the help of Ge Lan and WAN green. The wound on her leg was a little cracked, which was several times more painful than when she was injured.

Ran Yunsheng has just finished the wound.

"Ah Yan wakes up!" Ran Yunsheng looked very happy, smiling, but his face was slightly pale, and there was a melancholy between his eyebrows.

"Let ten brothers worry." Ran Yan felt guilty.

Ran Yunsheng handed the things in his hand to the evening green. He sat in front of the couch. "You're OK."

Ran Yan saw that he was a little uneasy, "ten elder brother has something on his mind?"

"It's not a big deal." Ran Yunsheng wanted to say something more, but to ran Yan's calm eyes, he got up and said, "it's been bumpy all the way. I'm a little tired. Ah Yan has had an early rest."

Ran Yunsheng did not return.

Ran Yan frowns. Ran Yunsheng is not a man who can't hide his mind. Ordinary things can't disturb him so much. She is not able to take the initiative to go to ran Yunsheng to find out about the situation. Moreover, he is not willing to talk about it now, and he may not be able to say it when asked.

"Evening green, you go to ask the boy of ten brothers, what happened to Luoyang today." Ran Yan said.

The evening green answered and went out.

After Ge Lan helps ran Yan wash, he goes out to pour water. Ran Yan hears someone coming in and thinks it's the night green coming back, "asked?"

"What do you want to ask?" A man with a smile.

Ran Yan lies on the couch and turns back hard. After seeing the bamboo curtain, he has a shadowy figure. He can see clearly that Xiao Song is wearing dark purple round collar clothes. Although he looks much thinner than before, he is also in a vigorous appearance. He is no longer lazy and tired in the morning.

"Come in." Ran Yan regretted what she said. In her subconscious, she didn't think it was wrong to live alone with a man. But this is Datang. Would Xiao Song misunderstand what she said?

Xiao Song opened the bamboo curtain and came in. Standing beside the bed, she looked at her untidy appearance. She frowned and said, "is it that the wound has split again?"

"Well, it's just a small wound. It's no problem." Ran Yan said faintly, "please have a seat."

Xiao Song didn't tear her apart. After lying for six days, those small wounds were almost healed. Now they can be split. How can they be small injuries?

"Another one died. It's called Yu Zhi. " Xiao song suddenly said.

Ran Yan was stunned and said for a long time, "it's no secret that you went to JuShui county! Why did the murderer dare to commit crimes against the wind? Confidence? Or crazy... "

Ran Yan's heart is more inclined to the latter. If he still dares to be confident to such a degree in the hands of the Ministry of punishment, he is afraid to be close to madness.

Xiao Song sat down on the edge of the cave and said, "ten years ago, it was not long after Zhuang Yin's death that his jailer left his humble career. Although Zhuang Yin was sentenced to be beheaded, he ran into a wall and committed suicide before the inquisition. Due to the long time, the county magistrate has changed several terms, and the situation at that time can not be verified. However, there is reason to suspect that the seven jailers were bribed by Zhuang Yin and committed a trick of concealing the sky and the sea. "

"Is there a suspect?" Ran Yan asked.

"At present, there are only two people, Zhuang Yin and Ozawa Pingzhi." Xiao Song said.

Zhuang Yin is a bandit leader. Judging from his style of conduct, he is confident and arrogant. However, ran Yan can not blindly determine a person's character based on this thing.

"Nazapingji..." Ran Yan thought for a long time. She had an ordinary or ordinary impression of this man. She had a good appearance and no characteristics. Her skin was neither dark nor white, and her temperament was very mediocre. She was an ordinary middle-aged man who would never be noticed by others in the crowd.

"He is the owner of Yuelai inn. He is more suspicious than Zhuang Yin." In fact, Xiao Song felt that it was only relatively speaking. If you think about it carefully, there are still many clues that are difficult to get through.

Ran Yan asked, "what's the motive of killing?"

"Perhaps there is a reason why the checks and balances between them have been destroyed?" Xiao Song guessed that there was no other reason to explain it.

Ran Yan murmured, "did the beggar Liu Wen know this matter by accident, and then suffered the calamity of the pond?"

When Xiao Song saw the appearance of her serious thinking, a certain place in her heart softened up, and her tone also softened, "OK, what doubts do you have tomorrow? You can have a good rest and recuperate. I'll see you again tomorrow. "

He stretched out his hand to help ran Yan arrange the quilt, and then he got up and went out.

"Wait!" Ran Yan stopped him.

Xiao Song stopped in front of the bamboo curtain and turned to ask, "what's the matter?"

"Well." Ran Yan heard that he came back again. With his hands wrapped in thick plain cloth, he pushed the brocade box beside the pillow to the edge of the couch, "return these two yunzans to you. Although I have long guessed that it was from you, I have only recently known what it means. I'm sorry, I can't accept such an important thing. "Xiao Song bent down to take the brocade box, opened the lid, two not dazzling sheep fat jade hairpin, with a warm water like luster quietly lying on the red brocade.

Ran Yan looked at his handsome face, inexplicably worried. As for what she worried about, she didn't know.

Xiao Song took out two cloud hairpins and put them into his sleeve pocket. He took out a wooden hairpin from his arms and put it into the brocade box. "This is a peach wood hairpin carved by myself. It can be important or not."

Because it is not worth money and has no special symbolic significance, it can be unimportant. Because it is a piece of heart, the receiver can also see it as important. It has always been Xiao Song's style of speaking. Listening to it implicitly, I find that it points to the center of gravity.

And ran Yan often contacts the corpse. It is said that peach wood can ward off evil spirits. Although Xiao Song doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, he focuses on his mind.

The young peach, burning its brilliance, the son to return, appropriate to its home. That's what he meant.

When Xiao Song sent out the yunzan, he knew that he would be rejected one day. He thought he could accept it calmly, but now he is in a complicated and miserable mood.

"Very nice." Ran Yan stares at the peach tree hairpin road in the brocade box. This is not a comfort or a compliment. It is really a beautiful and elegant hairpin. The hairpin is like a cloud. The head is a small cluster of peach blossoms. Two peach blossoms next to each other are in full bloom, and another one is half open. At the top of the hairpin, there are several budding flower bones, which show the vitality of Pengbo. Not only the shape is beautiful, the carving is also very exquisite, even the stamens are silk to see, a few peach flowers seem to be able to send out fragrance.

"Just like it." Xiao Song was relieved.

Ran Yan said, "if you are down in the future, there is a craft that can make a living."

Xiao Song laughed heartily, "if so, the craftsman who only produced a finished product this month will starve to death sooner or later."

Not long after he left Suzhou, Xiao Song began to carve the hairpin. At first, he did not know why he did such a boring thing. When he heard that there was a murder in Suzhou, he volunteered to take the hairpin without thinking about it.

Day and night on the road, when he stood in Suzhou, his mind was not murder, but a beautiful but not vivid face. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )

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