When Zhao Ling came out of the Criminal Department, he encountered Fengze who had been waiting at the door.
When Feng Ze saw her, he greeted her with a smile, and said, "You must be brother Mo Xinmo. I heard that you were responsible for removing the suspicion on me of killing Feng. I'm very grateful."
Zhao Ling was still dressed as a man, with a white jade mask on her face. The style was simple and straightforward, and Fengze did not recognize her as a woman dressed as a man. Of course, he didn't know that she was the Zhao Ling that he was thinking of.
Fengze insisted on asking Mo Xin to go to a nearby teahouse to talk to each other. Since Zhao Ling couldn't get rid of him, so she agreed. The two walked side by side on the way to the teahouse, followed by green bamboo whose face was still not very pretty.
Looking at their backs going away, on the window seat on the second floor of the restaurant opposite, two young men, one black and the other white, were sitting opposite each other and drinking. It was Meng Yuan and Yun Yi. Yun Yi looked at Meng Yuanheng on the opposite side, and said jokingly: "A Heng, it seems that your future princess is not going easy at all."
Meng Yuan was always cold and his expression was cold too, his black eyes were bottomless, and he couldn't display the slightest emotion in them.
Zhao Ling was a bit tired. It was just that the finger joints holding the tea bowl turned white, holding a cup of tea in her hand for a long time, and she couldn't drink it anymore.
After Fengze was released from prison, he devoted himself to busy daily inspections. Although he sometimes wanted to find Zhao Ling in Zhao mansion, it was not easy for a girl who had not been out of the cabinet to look for her all the time. He also wanted to chat with Mo Xin. He always felt that he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with Mo Xin. Chatting with him made him very comfortable, but he really couldn't spare the time.
Lu Ziqing was also too busy to look after Mo Xin's identity for a while. There were only less than ten days before the scientific examination. During this period, the security of the capital was really important. In addition to the fake Du Yu, Emperor Ming was furious and ordered the Criminal Department to conduct a thorough investigation.
Lu Ziqing really did his best to investigate. He sent someone to Dujiacha in Suzhou and checked at the inn where his son was staying. The black particles found during Zhao Ling's autopsy were found to be inconclusive, and no results were found. The government officer sent to Suzhou took at least 10 days to come back, so he now feels weak and frustrated.
Of course, Zhao Ling didn't know Fengze's thoughts. She had a good impression of Fengze. One big reason was that Fengze and Yuan Lie look alike, which made her feel kind in another world.
This kind of affection had nothing to do with men and women. Affection. In terms of emotions, Zhao Ling was indifferent and free, never deliberately pursuing, but also accepting frankly. Now she had given in marriage to King Xuan, so she has no other thoughts for the time being.
She couldn't help Lu Ziqing either. As a forensic doctor, all she had to do was to speak for the corpse, and she could not do anything else. It was just that the quality of the work here seemed to be worse than that. Since she wanted to live here, should she find a way to do something? Zhao Ling thought while rubbing a newly made set of scalpels.
Lu Zhu and Mother Xu were shocked watching from the side. Lu Zhu looked puzzled and said, "Miss, why have you become different from before?"
They didn't even know each other anymore. Where was the coward young lady who used to be with them.
Zhao Ling smiled slightly, and asked wittyly, "So, do you like the old lady or the current lady?"
"Of course it is the current lady." the two said in unison. Although the appearance of the current young lady has been ruined, she had become calm and wise. Especially when she was doing things seriously, the look in her eyes wass not generally attractive.
"That's not it." Zhao Ling raised her eyebrows.
What Lu Ziqing did not expect was that three days later, the government official sent to Suzhou did not return, but Du Yang, the second son of the Du family, came to Wuzhen. There was also a gentle and elegant young man in white clothes with him. Lu Ziqing saw him. Xie Mingyu, the world-famous "Master Mingyu".
Suzhou Xie Family was a scholarly family. The Bishan Academy it founded had a long history and was well-known throughout the country. No one knew know how many students were proud of entering Bishan Academy. Xie Mingyu was the most outstanding member of the Xie family's young generation. He was calm and became literary at a young age.
In recent years, he had gradually began to help with the affairs of Bishan Academy, and he looked like the head of the next metabolite. Therefore, Lu Ziqing didn't dare to neglect the two of them. Hearing that they had come, he led them to the morgue to identify the bodies.
Du's family was also one of the largest families in Suzhou. Du Yu was the son of Du's family. He studied with Lao Songyue at Bishan Academy. Three years ago, he studied at the Du family's out-of-city courtyard and concentrated on preparing for this. Session test. Unexpectedly, a few months before the scientific examination, Du Yu suddenly disappeared in the other hospital. Du's family inquired about his where about in many ways, but there was no news.
A few days ago, they suddenly heard that there was a life case in the capital and that a Juren named Du Yu died. The Du family was shocked and immediately sent Du Yang to the capital to identify the person.
Although Lu Ziqing had long known that the deceased was not Du Yu, he still felt a little heavy on hearing Du Yang's denial. Sure enough, this case was more complicated than expected. Now that Du Yu was missing again, his life and death situations were uncertain. It was really a wave of unrest. Now the only way was to start the investigation from the identity of the deceased, but the crowd was so big, it was not going to be easy.
Du Yang confirmed that the deceased was not his eldest brother Du Yu, and went back to Suzhou both happy and worried. It was always a good thing not to see the corpse for a day. What he was worried about was that the eldest brother had been missing for so long and there was still no news.
Xie Mingyu stayed in the capital. He came to the capital this time, first, to accompany Du Yang to recognize the corpse. The Xie family had been in good relationship with the Du family for many years, and Du Yu was a student of Bishan Academy. Although Du Yu was usually a bit arrogant and did not suit Xie Mingyu's appetite, he still had to accompany him in terms of the friendship between the two families.
The second thing was for him to see Zhao Ling. He remembered the first time he saw his cousin, he was thirteen years old, and she was only three years old. At that time, his aunt died of illness. He followed his father from Suzhou to Beijing and saw one girl under a crabapple tree in the Garden of the Guogong Mansion. The little girl yelled "mother", crying silently.
At that time he hugged her and coaxed her, her tears and nose misted him all over. Later, he saw her twice. When was it? Xie Mingyu couldn't remember very much. In his impression, Zhao Ling was a small, crying little girl. Every time she saw him, she liked to pull his sleeves and look at him with big black and white eyes, reluctant to bear it whenever he was about to leave.
Now she should be eighteen years old. He wondered what happened to the crying little girl back then?
When Xie Mingyu saw Zhao Ling, she couldn't overlap the veiled woman in front of her, who called herself "cousin" softly, and the tear-stained, pitiful little girl in his impression. She was confident, calm and gentle. With a calm appearance like this, where was the shadow of childhood?
In fact, Zhao Ling was a little excited to see Xie Mingyu. In the memory of the original owner, Xie Mingyu had always occupied an important position in her heart. She had always remembered that when she was three years old, her mother died suddenly, and she was crying under one of her favorite begonia blossom trees in her life.
A jade-like teenager picked her up, coaxed her, and let her lean on his shoulders. Every time her uncle came to visit her at the National Palace, Cui did not dare to bully her. Therefore, in the memory of the original owner, Xie Mingyu was a general existence of a healing system.
After many years, this year, Xie Mingyu should be twenty eight years old. Zhao Ling was surprised to find that Xie Mingyu's appearance had not changed much. He still looked like a jade in his impression, but it had added a bit of maturity and calmness, making him look more attractive.
However, it was amazing that such a handsome young man had not yet married a wife at the age of twenty eight, and there was no object to discuss marriage.
Could it be a habit of breaking sleeves? Zhao Ling thought secretly. If so, how many unmarried women in Dasheng would be sad by this?