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Minister of Dali Temple

 Chapter 4 undercurrent It was still raining outside, and because the windows were closed, the sound of pedestrians passing by on the street was muffled by a layer of fog. Compared with the eerie and silent atmosphere in the house, it actually made her heart beat faster.  Su Moyi seemed to have heard it but also seemed not to have heard it. From the beginning to now, he was like a jade sculpture, hidden in the fragrance of tea, without any distinction between emotions. Perhaps it was the pressure of someone who had been an official for a long time, or perhaps it was his temperament of being a nobleman, Lin Wanqing put away her recklessness for no reason and only looked up at him. Putting his white jade-like fingers on the rim of the cup, he tapped it three times. Su Moyi said with a half-smile, "Lin Lushi's analysis makes sense." Lin Wanqing was stunned for a moment. This compliment that didn't sound like a compliment made her laugh. She didn't know how to answer

Minister of Dali Temple

 Chapter 3 Doubts Li Jingzhao chased Su Moyi away. Lin Wanqing watched him run away, she felt that the crimson official uniform and the gold and jade belt around his waist were strangling him like two fat sausages. She suddenly felt stuffy and wanted to vomit, so she turned her head to avoid it, but she ran straight into Liang Weiping's helpless face. "I know what you are going to say," she lowered her head to calm herself down and waved her hand casually, "but I don't want to hear it now." Liang Weiping showed helplessness, took out another rice dumpling candy from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Wan Qing said: "It's time for lunch at this time. I'll treat you to a drink." The rain outside the corridor still showed no signs of stopping. Liang Weiping brought two oil umbrellas, and the two of them left Jingzhao Mansion and came to a high-end restaurant in the bustling West Market. Today is not a holiday, so this restaurant, which specialize

Minister of Dali Temple

Chapter 2 After hearing what Li Jingzhao said, everyone present was startled. The tip of the pen that Lin Wanqing had just raised suddenly stopped, and the elegant small regular script in her hand was ruined. Li Jingzhao seemed satisfied with everyone's reaction, and chuckled: "Yesterday, the gangster committed another crime, and he was caught by my men." "Yes..." Before the words of inquiry were spoken, Lin Wanqing felt a twitch on her sleeves. She turned around and saw Liang Weiping's face with distorted features. He shook his head twitching like a muscle spasm. So when the words came to her lips, they were swallowed back. She had no choice but to raise her eyes gloomily and look at Mr. Su, who was sitting upright on the main seat. Under the dim light, he looked indifferent, as if the matter had nothing to do with him. Li Jingzhao was also a little embarrassed by his reaction. He cleared his throat to resolve it, and then said: "This person was captur

Minister of Dali Temple

 Chapter 1 The early spring in Shengjing is rainy,  drizzling and continuous. Like a veil sweeping across the sky, it completely covered the empty courtyard of the main hall of Jingzhao Prefecture. On the stone staircase in front of the main hall, Liang Weiping, the chief secretary of Jingzhao Prefecture, walked back and forth anxiously, making the silent spring rain that moistened everything a little agitated. "Master Liang," the servant of Jingzhao Prefecture asked from behind him, "Master Su's carriage has stopped at the door of the mansion..." "I know." Liang Weiping's heart tightened, and he pulled up his sleeves to wipe off the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Today is the day when Dali Temple was ordered to take over the serial rape and murder case from Jingzhao Prefecture before the New Year. Liang Weiping had already known that this case was serious, but he never expected that the emperor would order his own nephew, Su Moyi, the minist