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Chapter Eighteen

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    Calculated from the age, Murong Hongwen, who was famous for his literary talents in the capital decades ago, was indeed in the forefront.

    "At that time, Tang Po waited for him for a long time, but there was no news. The city was searched by Jin Yiwei day and night, so she couldn't help being anxious. Because she was worried that something would happen to him, she took the risk and returned to the capital. It turned out that it was after many twists and turns.  Mr. Guihong is Murong Hongwen." Wen Qian said as she turned her head to look at the dimly lit garden, without those junior sisters who practiced kung fu, the place looked very deserted.  "A talented man with a wife and a bright future."

    "Tangpo knew that she was not worthy of him in terms of identity and status, so she left her hometown alone and left the capital aimlessly. Coincidentally, she met a troupe going south on the way, and followed them here."

    "In these years, she has never been on stage to sing or dance, and she has survived until now."

    Wen Qian leaned on the railing, stretched out his hand and propped his chin: "It's just a stinky man, and he can't forget it after thirty or forty years. I really don't know what's so good about it."

    Always felt that she scolded herself, Yang Jin gave Wen Qian a helpless look.

    "That's why you all tried your best to ask me to go to Qingliang Villa to meet Murong Hongwen? Are you going to question him?"

    "It's a good idea, I don't have the time to worry about myself." She snorted softly, "It's the old lady who can't forget the old lover, and is begging me for nothing."

    Speaking of this, Wen Qian looked up at the night sky and took a deep breath, "There is no way, she is old and sick, the doctor said that she is only slightly unwell now, after a while I am afraid her eyes will close  Totally blind."

    Tang Po is almost the future of everyone in the music workshop.

    Every time she looks at her, Wen Qian will unconsciously think of her future.

    After watching for a long time, I am not so afraid.

    ?Life is alive, whether it is vigorous or mediocre, when half a leg is buried in the ground, it seems to be like this.

    Wen Qian withdrew her gaze, and sneered, "An old woman's love affair when she was youngisn't it boring?"

    Yang Jin walked up to her, put his hand on the railing, and said after a while, "Why did you tell me this?"

    Wen Qian raised her eyebrows at him: "Of course he surrendered himself."

    Seeing a flash of surprise in his eyes, she smiled and said: "Why, have you never seen a suspect who admits his mistake with such a correct attitude? Then would you like to say something nice for me? I can promise you with your body."

    "I¡­¡­"

    After hesitating for a long time, probably not really wanting to hear his answer, Wen Qian sat down next to the wooden pillar, and suddenly said softly: "You have uncovered Zhang He's 40-year-old case, and it will be a matter of time before you find out about Lefang. Tang Po  In fact, she intends to ask you to surrender. With her temperament and her dying age, she can only do so in order not to drag others down.

    "but¡­¡­"

    She paused, "It was my idea to tell you these things, including inviting you here today."

    Unexpected reasons.

    Yang Jin couldn't help but be surprised, turned his eyes and frowns to look at her, and still asked: "Why?"

    "Gamble." Wen Qian said in a relaxed tone, "I think you are a good person, at least you can tell right from wrong." She tilted her head with a sincere expression, "Master Yang, you probably won't expose this matter, right?"

    Yang Jin caressed the railing lightly, and said slowly, "If I had, would I have said it?"

    As soon as the voice fell, I felt my neck tightened, and my breathing immediately became difficult.  Wen Qian strangled him with a sweat towel from behind, blew a sinister breath into his ears, and said with a smile, "Then kill you here. Anyway, there are quite a few officials who die every year after being hit by a prostitute."   How about it, Master Yang, do you want to die under the peony flowers and be a romantic ghost?"

    Yang Jin was annoyed and funny when he heard that, he stretched out his hand and patted her forearm lightly, "Okay just kidding, let me go first."

    Wen Qian snorted, put away the sweat towel and sat back down.

    Her hand strength is not small, and it is not comfortable to strangle like this.  Yang Jin clenched his fist and coughed lightly.

    "For an old case decades ago, almost all the people who undertook it were dead. If I brought it out, I would be asking for trouble. There is no need for that."

    Wen Qian stirred the veil suspiciously, but did not answer.

    "Is this what you were hiding before?"

    She hummed: "It's sort of."

    Yang Jin nodded, lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to caress his lower lip. After a moment of silence, he said, "I haven't seen Mr. Murong for a long time. He had friendship with my father. In terms of etiquette, he should pay a visit."

    Wen Qian double-eyedfor what?  "

    Wen Qian took it for granted: "Of course I'm just talking nonsense."

    Yang Jin reprimanded: "You call that a clich¨¦?!"

    She was displeased, and followed her back: "Why didn't you call?"

    "That's still a child, how old is he?" Yang Jin looked directly at her, and suddenly asked, "Are you capable of killing anyone?"

    Before he could think deeply about the meaning of this sentence, Wen Qian's anger suddenly rose, and he narrowed his eyes and asked him: "What do you mean?"

    Yang Jin slightly turned his face away, "I don't mean anything."

    She walked around in front of him, stood on tiptoe and grabbed his skirt, "Don't think I don't know."

    "Don't you just think that I'm frivolous and disgraceful, and that I've lost face to you, Mr. Yang? Your Yang family is a gold-lettered signboard, and people hold it wherever you go."

    Hearing the second half of the sentence, Yang Jin suddenly became angry, his breathing fluctuated, and he blurted out immediately: "So what?!"

    "you!¡­¡­"

    Wen Qian was furious, let go of his hand and pushed him, and said coldly: "Yang Jin, if you feel that doing me this favor will cost you your worth, you can just say it, why beat around the bush, I, Wen Qian, can't do without you.  At worst, we will go our separate ways in the future!"

    He was about to speak, but Wen Qian snorted, turned her head and walked away quickly.

    Yang Jinwu was annoyed at the same place, and also snorted and walked in the opposite direction. After walking a few steps, he turned his head again and followed angrily.

    The Jinyi guards who were waiting not far away had already prepared their sedan chairs. Seeing the two of them side by side with sullen faces, they went around without seeing them.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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