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Chapter Fifty-Five

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    The man'sfinger marks?

    Jiang Yan's eyes widened, her lips trembled several times, and she wanted to ask, but her throat seemed to be strangled, and she couldn't say a word.

    "Also, that letter did imitate your handwriting very much, but it's not flawless." Fu Li dipped his index finger in the porridge water, and imitated the handwriting on the letter paper, and wrote the word 'engraved' on the ground, 'Hai  'The word has two apostrophes on the lower side, the upper apostrophe is longer and the lower apostrophe is short.

    However, Jiang Yan's usual brushstrokes are all short up and down.

    She understood something, raised her head from Fu Li's arms, silently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, tried her best to stabilize her trembling wrist, and stretched out her finger to write another word "carve" on the ground.

    Xing Kai is elegant, 'hai' has two bottom strokes, a short top stroke, and a long bottom stroke, with a point in the shape of a drop of water, which is obviously different from the stroke of the character Fu Li copied.

    Jiang Yan held back her grief, and slowly curled up her five fingers. Her nails almost pierced her palm, and her originally bright eyes were filled with gloom.

    "It's not enough to just prove my innocence. I want to find the person who killed Ayu and let him be punished!" She closed her eyes and tried her best to regain her senses.  exist?"

    Fu Li took out the neatly folded paper from his arms.  The moon shadow was slanting to the west, and Xia Chong whispered. He lowered his voice and said: "I want to avoid suspicion in this case, and Fushi Cai will personally take over the case. When their people arrive at dawn, all these physical evidence will be handed over."

    The faint smell of blood came from the paper, and Jiang Yan couldn't help souring the base of her nose. While wiping away her tears, she nodded and said in a choked voice: "I understand."

    This paper has been crumpled and folded, but it has not been damaged at all, and its wear resistance is much better than that of ordinary rice paper. Anyone who can use this kind of rice paper as letter paper must have a wealthy family.

    However, there are too many well-to-do people in the Guozijian, and this alone is not enough.

    Fu Li moved the oil lamp on the table a little closer, and said, "You are good at running script, so you are used to using Xuancheng pure leather, which does not match the material of this paper."

    Jiang Yan smelled the ink, but unfortunately the smell of blood was pungent, and she couldn't smell it, so she looked at Fu Li with red eyes and said, "Do you know the ink on it?"

    The students in the Guozijian will buy ink sticks at different prices according to their family backgrounds. Some spend a lot of money, while others buy the worst gray ink.  Fu Li obviously checked it carefully, and said in a low voice, "The ink is black in color and has a slightly pungent smell. It should be a low-grade oily ink."

    Jiang Yan felt a chill in her heart, "The paper is precious raw Xuan Xuan for 10 cents and 50 pieces, but the ink is soot ink for 20 cents and 1 yuan. The quality of paper and ink is not at the same level."

    Fu Li nodded: "The murderer is deliberately hiding his identity."

    "Wait!" Jiang Yan's eyes froze, she looked carefully at the paper to the candlelight, brushed her thumb over a certain word, and looked at two inconspicuous gold powders faintly visible on her fingertips.  , "What is this?"

    On the second day of June, the Ruan family came to welcome Ruan Yu's mother who was going back to her hometown to be married and rushed to Yingtian Mansion, but this kind old mother saw that her girl was broken, her hair was disheveled, and her forehead was shattered.  Lying motionless on the bed like a dead person, fainted on the spot from grief.

    ? On the same day, Jin Yiwei, with the assistance of the two divisions, found the handwritten copybooks of more than 300 students in the Guozi Academy and the Taixue Academy, and checked the handwriting one by one.

    Cai Qi and Feng Jijiu were the chief judges and supervisors, Jiang Yan was waiting for the trial, Fu Li avoided suspicion, and waited outside the door with a knife.

    Except for Guozixue and Taixue who are the children of officials, the rest of the lower class scholars can't afford such expensive rice paper, let alone get Jiang Yan's handwriting to copy.  Therefore, the murderer could only be a Tai student or a Guozi student from a wealthy family, and most of them were people who had a close relationship with Ruan Yu.

    Every moment of the screening was like torture. Jiang Yan's heart was hanging in the air, and she looked at Cen Siye and Xun Siye who were comparing the handwriting one by one without blinking. For the first time, she felt that time was like this  long.

    More than 300 copies of handwriting were found from the early morning to the sun, and finally, Cen Siye's thin hand suddenly stopped on a piece of paper that used Yangzhou Shengxuan, paused, and raised his eyes after his graying eyebrows in a low voice, dumb  Voice: "Found it."

    "Found it?" Jiang Yan hurriedly stepped forward and said earnestly, "Si Ye, can you let me have a look?"

    Cen Siye pondered for a while, then handed the selected rice paper to Jiang Yan.

    The moment Jiang Yan touched the rice paper with her fingers, her breath was suffocated, and she felt the familiarity of the paper almost immediately.  She tightened her hand holding the rice paper, took a deep breath to calm her beating heart, and then slowly unfolded the paper.

    The strokes are rough, in the handwriting of a man, and it is a sentence from "The Analects of Confucius": [Three people walk together, there must be my teacher How can you be benevolent?  ¡¿

    The two characters of "Xing" are both up and down long, Jiang Yan didn't seem to hear it.

    Seeing that she was not moving, Fu Li silently scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge, blew on it, and gently handed it to Jiang Yan's mouth.

    Jiang Yan's eyes turned red, and before the tears fell, she turned her head and said, "I don't want to eat."

    After finishing speaking, she realized that her tone was not very good. She was stunned for a while, then leaned over with red eyes, and gently hugged Fu Li as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

    Fu Li's hand holding the porridge bowl froze, and his slightly dilated eyes were lost for a moment.  If I remember correctly, this should be the first time Jiang Yan took the initiative to hug him

    But soon, warm tears wet his shoulders.

    "Sorry." The suppressed cry sounded in his ears, with deep guilt, and he didn't know who he was talking to.  "Fu Li, I shouldn't have said anything to say farewell to her, and I shouldn't have left the Imperial College in such a hurryI was the one who killed Ayu."

    "Jiang Yan, you are trying to get into the wrong place." Fu Li's eyes were cold, but his voice was softer than ever before, and he lowered his voice, "Jin Yiwei has gone to Xue's house to investigate. You eat first, and after eating, I will take you to see Ruan Yu  .¡±

    The momentary emotional burst, hearing Fu Li's steady voice, she quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, cheered up and said, "I will eat by myself."

    Although her eyes were wet and red, and there were still some teardrops on her eyelashes, they were no longer out of control as before.

    Fu Li handed her the porridge bowl, and watched her put her head down and take a mouthful, almost mechanically sending the porridge water into her mouth. He couldn't help feeling sore, and reached out to stroke the corners of her moist eyes, "Jiang Yan, I don't want to  Make you cry again."

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    Ruan Yu will not die.

    Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with the nutrient solution~

    Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ya'er, 5 bottles of fake Xida, 1 bottle of idler, 1 bottle of Mian Mian

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!  ^_^(Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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