Zhang Long and Zhao Hu almost instantly,
They tied up the three thugs of the black inn!
The three thugs had fainted because of the medicine and wine.
Chen Jue sat by the chair and slowly put down his chopsticks. He turned his head and looked into the distance of the hall.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu tied up the three of them and immediately left the inn,
They began to patrol around and search.
Chen Jue asked Li Xiao, "Are you full?"
Li Xiao wiped the oil from the corner of her mouth and nodded.
Her belly was round.
"Then, Sir,
Are we still staying here? "Li Xiao stared at the three thugs in the distance.
This black inn should have been opened by the three of them. In the future image that she saw of the Lady Boss, no one else appeared.
"Of course,
Now that we are the owners of this place,
Naturally, we should stay here properly. "
Chen Jue picked up the teacup and slowly rinsed his mouth. He put down the teacup and stood up to walk towards the three thugs.
However, when he checked their breathing with his finger,
The three of them were already dead.
He stood where he was and frowned as he looked at the wine pot on the table. He felt a lingering fear in his heart.
Li Xiao stood at the dining table in the distance,
She didn't dare to get close.
She was afraid that the three of them would suddenly stand up,
She said nervously, "Sir,
You should stay away from the three of them,
What if brother Zhao and the others didn't tie them up very tightly? "
Chen Jue turned around and looked at Li Xiao with a smile,
He didn't say that the three of them were dead,
He was afraid of scaring the little girl.
After dinner,
The two of them circled around the inn.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu rushed back.
This was indeed just a small village. It wasn't a bandit's nest, nor was it an enemy's ambush.
It was just because they were strangers that they were slaughtered as fat lambs.
Later, Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and the Coachman helped to boil water.
Li Xiao was able to take a good bath.
Chen Jue lived in the room next to Li Xiao's. After taking a bath, he opened the letter from Zhang Tang.
What surprised him was that the letter stated that the Minister of Revenue, Zhao Zhifang, had died.
He was a dignified official of the capital, a second-grade Dayuan.
He had actually died just like that.
Chen Jue held the letter with some doubts.
In the letter, Zhang Tang also provided some other information. After monitoring Zhang Minglei in the Dali Monastery, he found that Zhao Zhifang was the person who had the closest relationship with Zhang Minglei.
It was obvious that the two of them were not on the same side, so it was impossible for them to be friends.
Then what was the reason for them to get closer to each other?
If … not only was Zhang Minglei involved in the assassination of Li Xiao, but also Zhao Zhifang …
Then who killed Zhao Zhifang?
The letter stated that Zhao Zhifang had died in his home, and his posture when he died indicated that he had committed suicide.
He held a dagger and ruthlessly cut his own neck.
It was not a cut, but a stab.
This stab was extremely forceful, directly piercing the entire neck from the front of the throat.
Did suicide need to be so ruthless?
If he had used a little more force, he could have directly cut off his own head.
He had never heard of anyone who committed suicide like this.
But … who killed Zhao Zhifang?
He was not in the capital, so this matter was investigated by Foreman Zhang of the Dali Monastery, who was also the young county magistrate he had just promoted.
Chen Jue already had a premonition that Foreman Zhang was probably scratching his head.
When Zhao Zhifang slept that night, he was still by his wife's side.
The next day, when his wife woke up, she found Zhao Zhifang sitting behind the bedroom screen and stabbing himself.
Presumably, Madam Zhao must have suffered a huge mental shock.
Foreman Zhang was not better off.
It was unreasonable for a person to stab himself like that in the middle of the night.
But if it was a homicide, then the guards in the residence were not alerted.
Even if Madam Zhao was a pig, she would not be able to sleep soundly when her husband was taken away from her and stabbed to death.
This matter was full of strangeness.
And Foreman Zhang probably had not dealt with the murder of a superpowered person.
Chen Jue sighed.
First, he wrote a letter to Foreman Zhang, asking him to organize all the evidence and information he could collect and bring it to justice.
For the time being, the case would be reported to the Emperor as a suicide. The case would be closed and the people would be reassured.
After the letter was sent out, Chen Jue sat where he was and read Zhang Tang's letter twice.
He had enough reason to suspect that Zhang Tang had written this letter several times.
There were no typos or edits in the letter, and he even took into account the rhymes and couplets.
The literati really had a lot of free time.
With a snort, Chen Jue rolled the letter to the candle and burned it to ashes.
He tapped the tea with his finger and wrote a few words on the table.
Li Yu, Zhang Minglei, Zhao Zhifang, Li Xiao.
Silence, revenge.
After writing, he erased all these words.
Obviously, it was not only Liu Tianping, who was targeted by Li Yu, who wanted to kill Li Yu.
It was also Zhang Minglei and Zhao Zhifang.
Zhang Minglei obviously did not send out the infantry to protect Liu Tianping, but because he and Liu Tianping had a common enemy!
There must be a reason why Zhao Zhifang was in contact with Zhang Minglei, a general who would definitely lose his power.
And before and after Li Xiao was assassinated, Zhao Zhifang suddenly had more contact with Zhang Minglei.
Chen Jue had reason to deduce that Zhao Zhifang and Zhang Minglei were both related to the assassination of Li Xiao.
Then, Li Yu's enemies should not only be Liu Tianping, but also Zhang Minglei and Zhao Zhifang.
Perhaps there was someone else …
And Zhao Zhifang was killed at this time.
Chen Jue thought, "Is there someone else besides them who is watching Zhao Zhifang and killing him?"
If Li Yu was still alive, then …
No, the way Li Yu killed Zhao Zhifang did not match the way Zhao Zhifang died.
… Li Xiao and Li Yu's father?
Chen Jue rubbed his teacup and fell into deep thought.
After thinking for a while, he began to write a letter to Zhang Tang.
First, Zhang Tang had to find out if anyone else was investigating Zhao Zhifang recently.
Second, continue to keep an eye on Zhang Minglei.
Third, find out what Zhang Minglei, Zhao Zhifang, and Liu Tianping had done together in the past 20 years, as well as the cases.
Find out if there were any survivors who were close to the age of Li Xiao's father or mother in the past few years.
At the end of the letter, he remembered that Zhang Tang repeatedly asked if he and Li Xiao were well.
Chen Jue reluctantly added, "I'll do my best with my cousin."
The letter was tied to the carrier pigeon's leg. After it was sent out, Chen Jue heaved a sigh of relief.
Just now, he was thinking seriously and did not notice that his hair was still wet.
It was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. Even though he was heading north, the air was still a little humid.
After washing his long hair, it was difficult to dry it.
He grabbed a cloth towel and wiped it twice, feeling impatient.
But if his long hair was wet, it would make his clothes wet and stick to his body, and it would be really uncomfortable.
He thought about it and simply threw the book in his hand on the table, turned around, and left the room.
When he knocked on Li Xiao's door, he was still a little hesitant.
But it was much better than letting Zhao Hu, Zhang Long, or Coachman dry his hair.
As soon as he knocked on the door, he heard the sound of a little girl running over.
"Who is it?" A soft voice asked cautiously.
"It's me." Chen Jue's voice was deep, but there was also a hint of anticipation in his voice.
Had he been too clingy these days?
Li Xiao quickly opened the door, revealing a pink little face.
There were even water droplets on her face from the shower.
Girls took a long time to bathe. He had already finished bathing, but this little girl had only just finished bathing.
Chen Jue unceremoniously reached out and pushed the door open. Then, he casually barged into Li Xiao's room.
The little girl stood at the door, and her face became even redder.
She was only wearing a shirt and pants, and her outer robe was draped over her body. She cautiously pulled up the robe.
Chen Jue sat by the table and said without turning his head, "Dry my hair."
"Oh."
Li Xiao responded, but stood there hesitating for a while before moving a stool and sitting behind Chen Jue.
She grabbed a cloth towel and carefully dried Lord Chen's hair.
As for herself, her long hair was draped over her outer robe, and it was also wet.
Just now, before Lord Chen came in, she was holding a dry towel and struggling with her long hair.
Chen Jue closed his eyes slightly, straightened his back, and enjoyed the little girl's service.
His nose was full of fragrance. It was elegant, light, and warm.
In addition to the soap opera, there was also her smell.
It was like the fragrance that he smelled every time he got close to her.
There was a hint of shyness. It was faintly discernible, but it could not be ignored.
Slowly, Chen Jue's face turned pink. He took a deep breath and finally turned his head. His hot gaze fell on the little girl's face.
When Li Xiao saw Lord Chen turn his head, she hurriedly loosened the strength of her hand slightly as he turned his head, afraid that she would pull his long hair.
But when his gaze fell on her face, she lowered her head shyly, and the movements of her hands were messed up.
Chen Jue leaned over slightly and approached her.
He put his cheek next to her neck and took a whiff of her delicate scent.
Soon, he realized that the little girl's long hair was also draped over her back. It was like the most beautiful brocade, shining brightly.
It was so beautiful.
He could not help but reach out and stroke her long hair.
The little girl immediately shrugged and nervously lowered her head even more.
After kissing her in the carriage, Li Xiao was so shy that she did not dare to look at him for several days.
She even hid when she saw him. When they were in the same carriage, she did not want to look at him.
She was like a little rabbit, a little mouse.
She was cute, but it also made his heart ache.
He had endured too many days and nights, not wanting to be close to her.
Gently kissing the top of her head, Chen Jue said in a low voice, "I'll help you dry your hair."
As he spoke, he reached out with his long hand and grabbed another piece of dry cloth.
Li Xiao's ears were as red as the most delicate flowers, as if they would drip juice at any time.
Chen Jue sat behind her and copied her actions, carefully and gently drying her hair.
Every time her long hair was lifted, it would reveal her white neck, faintly discernible in the black hair.
At this time, that white color was even more attractive.
After he dried her long hair, he could not help but lower his head and gently kiss the back of her neck.
Li Xiao immediately shivered and quickly shrunk her neck.
Her cute little action made Chen Jue's entire body heat up.
In this kind of silence, the air was filled with the fragrance and steam of a bath.
In this kind of room, there was only him and Li Xiao.
He gently leaned against her back and wrapped his long arms around the little girl.
Li Xiao showed a rare improvement. Instead of dodging, she moved closer to him.
Chen Jue's heart was instantly filled with great joy.
He lowered his head and gently kissed her neck, inch by inch, little by little.
His hand couldn't help but cover her chest as he held her.
It was beyond his imagination. It was soft and filled with warmth in his palm.
He closed his eyes and felt that every inch of his skin was comfortable, and every part of his body was comfortable.
He gently rested his chin on her shoulder and could not help but sigh, "Xiao Xiao..."