Xia Qianqian thought deeply for a while and said, "Where is he going and what is he doing?"

"It was he who told the jailer to take good care of me and not to torture me, so that I could save my old bones."

Uncle Wang glanced at the next door and whispered: "Gong Xiaoba works under guard Geng, and Geng Zhong is the guard of Young Master Mo, so this Young Master Mo..."

Uncle Wang has doubts about the identity of Cuttlefish.

Xia Qianqian thought about it for a while and said: "Master Mo's family has a lot of property in Jiangcheng. As the saying goes, money can make the world go round. He will help you. Just remember his kindness and don't worry about the rest."< /p>

Uncle Wang nodded repeatedly and said at a loss: "I just think Zhao Qian is a good person, and the government is paying close attention to him. I am afraid that there is a hidden reason behind his death."

"Well!" Xia Qianqian comforted Uncle Wang and sent him out of the house.

After thinking about it, she ran to the next door and knocked gently on the door.

Geng Zhong opened the door and said enthusiastically: "Miss Xia, please come in."

This is Xia Qianqian's first visit to his house after it was repaired.

A bluestone road leads directly from the door to the door of the wing in the inner courtyard. The ground is washed clean and very refreshing.

Xia Qianqian stepped in, walked through the small courtyard, and came to the door of the wing.

Before he could speak, the door of the room was opened from the inside. He was wearing a moon-white brocade robe, standing under the moonlight, with a cold face and deep eyes.

In the beginning, he always gave people a kind of indifference and aloofness, which made people feel afraid and unwilling to get close to him.

But after being in contact with him for a long time, you will find that he has very few ways to express his emotions.

He rarely gets angry, rarely gets ecstatic, and rarely worries about gains and losses. His only emotion, just like now, is as cold as if he has no desires or demands.

Because of this simple way of expressing emotions, it can be inferred that he must have experienced too many joys and sorrows while growing up. Under the tempering of such joys and sorrows, he could only become calm.

Calm down, calm down, and then become indifferent.

This seemingly indifferent attitude is actually the best way to protect yourself when you are at a loss.

The wise king of Daqian Kingdom, a young man whose parents died young and had no one to rely on, lived a miserable life despite his high position.

Xia Qianqian smiled and said, "I'll break through the door."

"Come in!"

He looked at her and led her into the house.

The layout of the rooms here is almost exactly the same as the layout of her home.

The only difference is that her home is used as a dining room and a study room.

Under the dim candlelight, a drawing was spread out on the desk not far away.

Xia Qianqian stepped forward and took a look, it was the geographical topography map of Fanshan Mountain.

He marked the strategic places, and there was a familiar scroll on the front of the table.

Xia Qianqian recognized it at a glance, it was a picture of a hang glider.

"Are you still researching it?" She teased with bright eyes, "I didn't expect you to care so much about it?"

"Of course I care." He sat down at the table and lightly traced his finger across the map. "This drawing has accumulated many years of my hard work."

"It has always been my dream to conquer Fanshan."

The young man in front of me clearly looks like he is in his early twenties, but his whole body exudes inexplicable maturity and perseverance.

Perhaps, people in ancient times matured prematurely.

"I believe you can do it." Xia Qianqian cheered him up, not forgetting to remind him: "In addition to hang gliding being the focus at the moment, there is another very important thing."

"Seize the fine work?" he asked.

"Yes!" Xia Qianqian paced, sat on a stool nearby, and said, "If that person is not eliminated for a day, people are in panic all day long, and the name of the village is uneasy, how can he wholeheartedly convince the imperial court."

Her remarks hit the nail on the head.

With the words in front of her, who could connect her with that idiot girl in the village?

Ji Zimo looked at her and said, "Do you have an idea?"

"Uncle Wang came to see me. He was suspicious of Zhao Qian's death." Xia Qianqian laid off Uncle Wang's suspicion.

Ji Zimo's slender fingers gently tapped the table, making a crisp sound, and he fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he waved his hand and called Geng Zhong, "Go and order someone to compare everyone's fingerprints again."

"So, how can we compare people?" Geng Zhong was slow and didn't understand what he meant.

Ji Zimo explained: "Compare everyone's fingerprints one by one. See if there are any two people in nearby villages whose fingerprints are consistent?"

Even if you don't compare with Luo Hong, you can still compare the same fingerprints. The problem is that there are never two identical people in this world.

Xia Qianqian suddenly became enlightened.

Cuiyu is afraid that someone will kill Zhao Gan and use his fingerprints to survive.

That person is most likely the hidden craftsman.

Geng Zhong took the order and left. Xia Qianqian stood up and said, "It's too dark, I'll go back first."

"I'll give it to you!" She lives next door, what can I give you?

Xia Qianqian walked out along the bluestone path, and he followed closely behind her.

The moonlight projected down, stretching the silhouettes of the two people very long.

When she came to the door, Xia Qianqian suddenly remembered something and turned around suddenly. Unexpectedly, the speed was too fast and he was following too closely.

Her head suddenly hit his chest, and her whole body fell into his arms.

This is a gentle embrace, with his unique refreshing scent on the nose. The scent of ambergris mixed with the incense of concentration always gives people an inexplicable sense of security.

For a moment, she felt a little greedy.

But intellectually, she immediately sobered up.

Putting his hand between the two of them, she tried to get up in a panic, but a hand came over at the right time, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Her body fell into his arms again.

Xia Qianqian was slightly startled, and her heart immediately started to beat wildly.

She said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

"Just a moment! Just a moment!" His voice was hoarse and restrained.

"I..." Xia Qianqian opened her mouth, but the rest of her words were stuck in her throat.

An indescribable feeling began to overflow and spread around...

The ripples of breath were like pink bubbles, surrounding the two of them tightly, making people unable to breathe for a while.

It was only a few breaths, but at the moment when the two embraced each other, time seemed to be stretched indefinitely and became lengthy.

Xia Qianqian's mind went blank, except for a heart in her chest that was beating wildly.

She didn't move, suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"I..."

Ji Zimo took a breath, "I... feel a little dizzy."

Huh?

Xia Qianqian came to her senses, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Come on, I'll help you lie down inside for a while."

She put his hand on her neck and supported his waist with the other hand, forcing him to help him to the wing.

She is a small person, a head shorter than him, and her body is extremely thin. She can be blown away by a gust of wind. I don't know where she got such strength.

"No, I can do it myself!"

He tried to break away from her, but she didn't let go. Instead, she hugged her tighter, "Don't be brave."
Chapter completed!