Chapter 9: Newcomer
Liang Weiping's legs went weak and he felt he couldn't stand anymore.
Yes, he had doubted her identity more than once - autumn water eyes, lotus face, creamy skin, willow waist...
The person in front of him should be a woman no matter how you look at it.
However, for a hundred years, the Southern Dynasties did not allow women to take the imperial examinations, let alone serve as officials.
The reason why Liang Weiping had doubts countless times but easily exposed them every time was because he couldn't believe that there would be a woman who was willing to risk the crime of deceiving the emperor and was so desperate.
Speaking of deceiving the emperor, Liang Weiping swallowed his saliva... Now that he also knows about this, does it also count as covering up deceiving the emperor?
Perhaps guessing something from his alternating pale and blue face, Lin Wanqing added: "Brother Liang, don't worry. You are the only one who knows about this. If the truth ever comes out, you just have to pretend that you don't know. I will definitely not betray Brother Liang."
"Yes," Liang Weiping nodded.
Anyway, he knew it even if he didn't want to know. How could he really forget it?
But what happened next...
He lowered his head, his eyes fell on Lin Wanqing's torn robe, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.
Following his gaze, Lin Wanqing turned around and looked at her back.
The light grey robe was stained with blood and had some slight tears. But fortunately, the weather has not been hot recently, and the undershirt is not too thin, so the bra underneath is not exposed.
She then said to Liang Weiping, "I don't have anyone I can trust now, so I'd like to trouble Brother Liang to help me clean the wound."
Liang Weiping was stunned, and his hands were almost tangled together, but after hesitating for a while, he walked to the low cabinet on the wall and took out a pair of scissors.
A crisp crackling sound was heard, and Lin Wanqing felt a chill on his back.
The clothes were fine, but the cloth used to wrap the chest was stained with blood. After drying, it had already mixed with the exposed flesh. If it was pulled slightly, it would cause severe pain.
Liang Weiping moved twice, but seeing Lin Wanqing gritting her teeth and breathing heavily, he didn't dare to attack again.
Perhaps it was because the wound was pulled too painfully, when Lin Wanqing lay on the bed gasping for breath, her eyes and nose felt sore and a few tears fell from the tip of her nose.
The tears are salty, like salt that traveled from twelve years ago.
An emotion that she couldn't tell whether it was grievance or unwillingness suddenly surged up in her. She simply stood up and angrily tore at the cloth strips on her back.
The wound had just stopped bleeding, but when she pulled it, it started bleeding again.
Liang Weiping was horrified as he watched from the side and wanted to step forward to stop it, but due to the strict rules between men and women, he didn't know how to start.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The two were startled. Lin Wanqing quickly wrapped herself in a quilt and retreated to the inside of the bed.
"Who is it?"
Liang Weiping stood in front of the bed with his frail body, opened his slightly trembling arms, and asked with all his might.
"It's me, Ye Qing, the guard of Lord Su, the Minister of Dali Temple."
The two people in the room almost stopped breathing.
Liang Weiping stared in horror and turned to look at Lin Wanqing, only to see that Lin Wanqing was looking at him with the same horror.
"Knock knock knock..."
The thin wooden door started shaking again, causing the bed to shake a few times.
Lin Wanqing felt that if Ye Qing had knocked on the door with a little more force, the small broken door would have been knocked away.
So it seemed meaningless for them to be struggling here about whether to open the door or not...
So, when the door was opened, what Ye Qing saw was Liang Weiping, sweating profusely and standing by Lin Wanqing's bed with unsteady steps. Lin Wanqing, lying on the bed, wrapped herself in a quilt like a dumpling, leaving no gaps.
The two of them looked at him evasively. There was even a hint of wariness in Lin Wanqing's eyes.
Ye Qing was a rough man who could never understand the twists and turns in people's minds, so he was too lazy to ask in detail. He simply placed the two large bags of herbs on his back on the low table in the small room and said, "This is what Lord Su asked me to deliver."
Lin Wanqing was stunned and could not believe his ears.
"He asked me to bring you a message," Ye Qing reached into his arms again, took out a small porcelain bottle and placed it on the table, saying, "Heal your wound and report to the Dali Temple."
*
These days, Lin Wanqing has been in a daze and couldn't believe that this was true.
It was not until she stood upright outside Su Moyi's study and looked up at the imperial gold-plated plaque that she felt it seemed to be true.
After the bailiff at the door heard her name, he led her all the way here. He even opened the door for her without any hesitation and let her go in to wait.
This is a quaint and simple study room.
There is a huanghuali wooden table and an armchair by the window, and next to it is a large screen with a landscape and green phoenix, which separates the high wooden frames on the other side of the room.
Lin Wanqing came to a wooden shelf and saw a number of files labeled with names and numbers neatly arranged on it, stretching as far as the eye could see. They were like bricks on a city wall, dense and neat.
The Yangzhou Wang family massacre case in the sixth year of Hongwu, the Qingzhou headless female corpse case, the Jingzhou prefect’s bribery case, the Jizhou case...
Lin Wanqing went through all these files and was really shocked by their number.
These are the cases that Su Moyi handled during his four years in the Dali Temple. The number and severity of the cases are staggering.
But...
she paused, as if she realized something was wrong, so she went back to the beginning and sorted out the files again.
Did this person number all these files according to the year, state, county, and name of the murderer? !
His heart skipped a beat, and Lin Wanqing's hand stopped on a line of small characters at the bottom of the file - "The sky and the earth are dark yellow, the universe is vast and boundless... Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin..." "
..." How weird must one have to be to do such a twisted thing?
Lin Wanqing twitched her lips and suddenly felt a little scared of her new boss.
The door behind him was pushed open at this moment.
The smell of pine wood is mixed with grass, with a hint of green cherry scent in April. It is a clean and refreshing smell.
Lin Wanqing felt a chill on her back and turned around to greet him, but she saw Su Moyi walking towards her with a sullen face. Without saying a word, he almost pushed her against the wooden frame behind him.
Even though he had imagined the meeting scene thousands of times, Lin Wanqing was still at a loss as to what to do at the moment.
The delicate scent that she had just smelled now completely surrounded her. It became several times stronger in an instant, and even carried a hint of murderous aura.
The damp smell of the pages was mixed with the scent of fresh ink - this man must have come directly from the interrogation room.
She suppressed the heart that was about to jump out of her throat and looked up to see Su Moyi's expression.
Unfortunately, the difference in their heights was too great, and even if Lin Wanqing stood on tiptoe, she could only see Su Moyi's sharp Adam's apple.
"I... I... just..."
The person in front of her didn't even listen to her explanation. He moved to the side, brushed his long arm across her ear and said coldly, "Go to the side."
Lin Wanqing was startled and moved her feet along the wooden frame.
Su Moyi frowned slightly, her long fingers fell on the case file she had just touched, she turned sideways and looked at it for a while, then pulled it out a millimeter away.
All the files were back in a perfect straight line. Su Moyi sighed with satisfaction, then stood up and looked at Lin Wanqing.
"..." Lin Wanqing's eyelids twitched wildly and he was speechless.
"Tea tasting, together?"
"Huh?"
*
The sun is shining brightly, with patches of light all around.
Lin Wanqing had not expected that this seemingly cold-hearted Dali Temple Chief actually built a very romantic little balcony in the green cherry forest behind his study.
The balcony is not high, and there is no shelter on all sides except for the gently swaying white gauze curtain. It is a great place to enjoy the falling cherry blossoms and the warm sunshine.
Lin Wanqing followed Su Moyi onto the couch with a nervous mood.
He remained silent, with his head down, adjusting the hem of his robe, as if he was thinking about something.
A servant nearby brought some files over and was about to leave when he was stopped by Lin Wanqing.
"A pot of West Lake Longjing, thank you."
The servant was stunned, looked at Lin Wanqing with disdain and said, "This is the Dali Temple, not a restaurant or teahouse."
Lin Wanqing choked and was about to speak, but heard the person opposite him say slowly, "A pot of West Lake Longjing and two tea cups."
"Yes." The servant nodded, put down the file and left.
Lin Wanqing: “…”
“What do you think about Wang Hu’s death?”
A case file was handed to him. Lin Wanqing came back to his senses, took it, and slowly unfolded it.
It was indeed a rape and murder case in which Wang Hu was involved, but it had been cleared of any connection with the case from the previous year. This case file was also newly written, and it bore the official seal of the Dali Temple Chief Justice.
"Sir..." Lin Wanqing's heart trembled, and he looked up at Su Moyi in surprise.
She remembered that Su Moyi had said before that he didn't want to get involved in this case.
The aroma of tea filled the air as the person in front of her poured tea for her slowly and said, "Now these two cases are both under the jurisdiction of the Dali Temple."
Two cases?
What this meant was that he not only brought Wang Hu's case to trial, but also took away the serial rape and murder case.
Lin Wanqing's hand holding the file trembled, and then she heard Su Moyi ask: "Who do you think is responsible for Wang Hu's death?"
"Of course it's the real murderer."
"Oh?" Su Moyi was calm and just pushed a cup of hot tea in front of her.
"When Wang Hu was imprisoned, the real murderer had already thought of this."
Su Moyi's expression relaxed slightly when he heard this, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "But if the real murderer did it, shouldn't he make it look like he committed suicide out of fear of punishment?"
Lin Wanqing lowered his head and took a sip of tea, thinking: "If that's the case, why didn't the real murderer just kill Wang Hu directly at the beginning, but let him go to prison? Isn't it much easier to kill people outside than in prison?"
Su Moyi remained silent and silently added tea.
"So Wang Hu was the variable that the real murderer didn't consider from the beginning."
Lin Wanqing looked at Su Moyi and continued, "The person the real murderer wanted to kill was only Aunt Zhao. He wanted to push the case to the murderer of the rape and murder case. For such a vicious person, no one will investigate further if the victim becomes more or less, so he is the best person to frame."
"But when Jingzhao Yin went there, he happened to meet Wang Hu at the crime scene."
Lin Wanqing nodded, "Yes, that must be the case. So, it was Li Jingzhao himself who mistakenly thought Wang Hu was the murderer, and then he was greedy for merit and took risks to torture him into confessing. The murderer was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he wanted to kill to silence him."
Su Moyi did not comment, and his bony index finger tapped lightly on the rim of the white jade cup, "Then it comes back to the question, why not make it a suicide out of fear of crime?"
Lin Wanqing was silent.
Yes, if the real murderer wanted to silence someone, he would never make such a scene. It is obvious that he wanted to attract attention from all parties. It really doesn't make sense.
Judging from the dead bodies at the scene, the person who committed the crime had obviously received professional training. If you want to sneak into the prison without anyone noticing, it is not impossible.
Their thoughts came to a deadlock, and only He Feng Luoying was left between the two of them.
Su Moyi brushed off the flying catkins on the hem of his robe and said, "There is no rush. Once you are familiar with the Dali Temple, we can discuss everything in the long run."
Speaking of the Dali Temple, Lin Wanqing had other thoughts. She followed Su Moyi's action of lifting his robe and stood up, and asked tentatively with bright eyes, "I heard that the Dali Temple keeps the files of all the major cases since the founding of the dynasty?"
Su Moyi paused, turned around, and asked, "So what?"
Lin Wanqing was not polite and said bluntly, "Can I go and have a look during my day off?"
"Day off?" Su Moyi seemed puzzled, "You are not an official of the Dali Temple, so how can you have a day off?"
"..." Lin Wanqing was stunned, opened his mouth, but did not utter a syllable.
In other words, Su Moyi asked her to come to Dali Temple, but did not intend to give her a formal status?
Is this really the Dali Temple that is in charge of the world's criminal justice system, rather than some shady workshop on the street? !
But the man in front of him had a righteous look on his face, and said confidently: "You were invited here by me alone, so naturally you should follow my itinerary."
"Then..." Lin Wanqing stabilized his expression that was about to collapse, "What if I want to look up some information and documents?"
Lord Su continued to look up words in a stern manner and said: "The only case you are responsible for is the serial rape and murder case. You should go to Jingzhao Prefecture to look up information."
"..." Lin Wanqing was already a little hurt, but he still didn't give up and said: "I am dull by nature, and sometimes I need the experience of my predecessors to open up my thinking, so..."
Before Lin Wanqing finished speaking, Su Moyi seemed to have lost his patience, turned around and left a sentence, "I am dull by nature, and it just so happens that I can use this rape and murder case to clear my name. Anyway, I don't keep idle people in the Dali Temple."
Lin Wanqing: "..."
——————
Su Zhinan: Go away, you messed up my books.
Lin Wanqing: From now on, every day will be a 996 day where we are forced to work.
Yes, he had doubted her identity more than once - autumn water eyes, lotus face, creamy skin, willow waist...
The person in front of him should be a woman no matter how you look at it.
However, for a hundred years, the Southern Dynasties did not allow women to take the imperial examinations, let alone serve as officials.
The reason why Liang Weiping had doubts countless times but easily exposed them every time was because he couldn't believe that there would be a woman who was willing to risk the crime of deceiving the emperor and was so desperate.
Speaking of deceiving the emperor, Liang Weiping swallowed his saliva... Now that he also knows about this, does it also count as covering up deceiving the emperor?
Perhaps guessing something from his alternating pale and blue face, Lin Wanqing added: "Brother Liang, don't worry. You are the only one who knows about this. If the truth ever comes out, you just have to pretend that you don't know. I will definitely not betray Brother Liang."
"Yes," Liang Weiping nodded.
Anyway, he knew it even if he didn't want to know. How could he really forget it?
But what happened next...
He lowered his head, his eyes fell on Lin Wanqing's torn robe, and he was a little at a loss for a moment.
Following his gaze, Lin Wanqing turned around and looked at her back.
The light grey robe was stained with blood and had some slight tears. But fortunately, the weather has not been hot recently, and the undershirt is not too thin, so the bra underneath is not exposed.
She then said to Liang Weiping, "I don't have anyone I can trust now, so I'd like to trouble Brother Liang to help me clean the wound."
Liang Weiping was stunned, and his hands were almost tangled together, but after hesitating for a while, he walked to the low cabinet on the wall and took out a pair of scissors.
A crisp crackling sound was heard, and Lin Wanqing felt a chill on his back.
The clothes were fine, but the cloth used to wrap the chest was stained with blood. After drying, it had already mixed with the exposed flesh. If it was pulled slightly, it would cause severe pain.
Liang Weiping moved twice, but seeing Lin Wanqing gritting her teeth and breathing heavily, he didn't dare to attack again.
Perhaps it was because the wound was pulled too painfully, when Lin Wanqing lay on the bed gasping for breath, her eyes and nose felt sore and a few tears fell from the tip of her nose.
The tears are salty, like salt that traveled from twelve years ago.
An emotion that she couldn't tell whether it was grievance or unwillingness suddenly surged up in her. She simply stood up and angrily tore at the cloth strips on her back.
The wound had just stopped bleeding, but when she pulled it, it started bleeding again.
Liang Weiping was horrified as he watched from the side and wanted to step forward to stop it, but due to the strict rules between men and women, he didn't know how to start.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The two were startled. Lin Wanqing quickly wrapped herself in a quilt and retreated to the inside of the bed.
"Who is it?"
Liang Weiping stood in front of the bed with his frail body, opened his slightly trembling arms, and asked with all his might.
"It's me, Ye Qing, the guard of Lord Su, the Minister of Dali Temple."
The two people in the room almost stopped breathing.
Liang Weiping stared in horror and turned to look at Lin Wanqing, only to see that Lin Wanqing was looking at him with the same horror.
"Knock knock knock..."
The thin wooden door started shaking again, causing the bed to shake a few times.
Lin Wanqing felt that if Ye Qing had knocked on the door with a little more force, the small broken door would have been knocked away.
So it seemed meaningless for them to be struggling here about whether to open the door or not...
So, when the door was opened, what Ye Qing saw was Liang Weiping, sweating profusely and standing by Lin Wanqing's bed with unsteady steps. Lin Wanqing, lying on the bed, wrapped herself in a quilt like a dumpling, leaving no gaps.
The two of them looked at him evasively. There was even a hint of wariness in Lin Wanqing's eyes.
Ye Qing was a rough man who could never understand the twists and turns in people's minds, so he was too lazy to ask in detail. He simply placed the two large bags of herbs on his back on the low table in the small room and said, "This is what Lord Su asked me to deliver."
Lin Wanqing was stunned and could not believe his ears.
"He asked me to bring you a message," Ye Qing reached into his arms again, took out a small porcelain bottle and placed it on the table, saying, "Heal your wound and report to the Dali Temple."
*
These days, Lin Wanqing has been in a daze and couldn't believe that this was true.
It was not until she stood upright outside Su Moyi's study and looked up at the imperial gold-plated plaque that she felt it seemed to be true.
After the bailiff at the door heard her name, he led her all the way here. He even opened the door for her without any hesitation and let her go in to wait.
This is a quaint and simple study room.
There is a huanghuali wooden table and an armchair by the window, and next to it is a large screen with a landscape and green phoenix, which separates the high wooden frames on the other side of the room.
Lin Wanqing came to a wooden shelf and saw a number of files labeled with names and numbers neatly arranged on it, stretching as far as the eye could see. They were like bricks on a city wall, dense and neat.
The Yangzhou Wang family massacre case in the sixth year of Hongwu, the Qingzhou headless female corpse case, the Jingzhou prefect’s bribery case, the Jizhou case...
Lin Wanqing went through all these files and was really shocked by their number.
These are the cases that Su Moyi handled during his four years in the Dali Temple. The number and severity of the cases are staggering.
But...
she paused, as if she realized something was wrong, so she went back to the beginning and sorted out the files again.
Did this person number all these files according to the year, state, county, and name of the murderer? !
His heart skipped a beat, and Lin Wanqing's hand stopped on a line of small characters at the bottom of the file - "The sky and the earth are dark yellow, the universe is vast and boundless... Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin..." "
..." How weird must one have to be to do such a twisted thing?
Lin Wanqing twitched her lips and suddenly felt a little scared of her new boss.
The door behind him was pushed open at this moment.
The smell of pine wood is mixed with grass, with a hint of green cherry scent in April. It is a clean and refreshing smell.
Lin Wanqing felt a chill on her back and turned around to greet him, but she saw Su Moyi walking towards her with a sullen face. Without saying a word, he almost pushed her against the wooden frame behind him.
Even though he had imagined the meeting scene thousands of times, Lin Wanqing was still at a loss as to what to do at the moment.
The delicate scent that she had just smelled now completely surrounded her. It became several times stronger in an instant, and even carried a hint of murderous aura.
The damp smell of the pages was mixed with the scent of fresh ink - this man must have come directly from the interrogation room.
She suppressed the heart that was about to jump out of her throat and looked up to see Su Moyi's expression.
Unfortunately, the difference in their heights was too great, and even if Lin Wanqing stood on tiptoe, she could only see Su Moyi's sharp Adam's apple.
"I... I... just..."
The person in front of her didn't even listen to her explanation. He moved to the side, brushed his long arm across her ear and said coldly, "Go to the side."
Lin Wanqing was startled and moved her feet along the wooden frame.
Su Moyi frowned slightly, her long fingers fell on the case file she had just touched, she turned sideways and looked at it for a while, then pulled it out a millimeter away.
All the files were back in a perfect straight line. Su Moyi sighed with satisfaction, then stood up and looked at Lin Wanqing.
"..." Lin Wanqing's eyelids twitched wildly and he was speechless.
"Tea tasting, together?"
"Huh?"
*
The sun is shining brightly, with patches of light all around.
Lin Wanqing had not expected that this seemingly cold-hearted Dali Temple Chief actually built a very romantic little balcony in the green cherry forest behind his study.
The balcony is not high, and there is no shelter on all sides except for the gently swaying white gauze curtain. It is a great place to enjoy the falling cherry blossoms and the warm sunshine.
Lin Wanqing followed Su Moyi onto the couch with a nervous mood.
He remained silent, with his head down, adjusting the hem of his robe, as if he was thinking about something.
A servant nearby brought some files over and was about to leave when he was stopped by Lin Wanqing.
"A pot of West Lake Longjing, thank you."
The servant was stunned, looked at Lin Wanqing with disdain and said, "This is the Dali Temple, not a restaurant or teahouse."
Lin Wanqing choked and was about to speak, but heard the person opposite him say slowly, "A pot of West Lake Longjing and two tea cups."
"Yes." The servant nodded, put down the file and left.
Lin Wanqing: “…”
“What do you think about Wang Hu’s death?”
A case file was handed to him. Lin Wanqing came back to his senses, took it, and slowly unfolded it.
It was indeed a rape and murder case in which Wang Hu was involved, but it had been cleared of any connection with the case from the previous year. This case file was also newly written, and it bore the official seal of the Dali Temple Chief Justice.
"Sir..." Lin Wanqing's heart trembled, and he looked up at Su Moyi in surprise.
She remembered that Su Moyi had said before that he didn't want to get involved in this case.
The aroma of tea filled the air as the person in front of her poured tea for her slowly and said, "Now these two cases are both under the jurisdiction of the Dali Temple."
Two cases?
What this meant was that he not only brought Wang Hu's case to trial, but also took away the serial rape and murder case.
Lin Wanqing's hand holding the file trembled, and then she heard Su Moyi ask: "Who do you think is responsible for Wang Hu's death?"
"Of course it's the real murderer."
"Oh?" Su Moyi was calm and just pushed a cup of hot tea in front of her.
"When Wang Hu was imprisoned, the real murderer had already thought of this."
Su Moyi's expression relaxed slightly when he heard this, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "But if the real murderer did it, shouldn't he make it look like he committed suicide out of fear of punishment?"
Lin Wanqing lowered his head and took a sip of tea, thinking: "If that's the case, why didn't the real murderer just kill Wang Hu directly at the beginning, but let him go to prison? Isn't it much easier to kill people outside than in prison?"
Su Moyi remained silent and silently added tea.
"So Wang Hu was the variable that the real murderer didn't consider from the beginning."
Lin Wanqing looked at Su Moyi and continued, "The person the real murderer wanted to kill was only Aunt Zhao. He wanted to push the case to the murderer of the rape and murder case. For such a vicious person, no one will investigate further if the victim becomes more or less, so he is the best person to frame."
"But when Jingzhao Yin went there, he happened to meet Wang Hu at the crime scene."
Lin Wanqing nodded, "Yes, that must be the case. So, it was Li Jingzhao himself who mistakenly thought Wang Hu was the murderer, and then he was greedy for merit and took risks to torture him into confessing. The murderer was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he wanted to kill to silence him."
Su Moyi did not comment, and his bony index finger tapped lightly on the rim of the white jade cup, "Then it comes back to the question, why not make it a suicide out of fear of crime?"
Lin Wanqing was silent.
Yes, if the real murderer wanted to silence someone, he would never make such a scene. It is obvious that he wanted to attract attention from all parties. It really doesn't make sense.
Judging from the dead bodies at the scene, the person who committed the crime had obviously received professional training. If you want to sneak into the prison without anyone noticing, it is not impossible.
Their thoughts came to a deadlock, and only He Feng Luoying was left between the two of them.
Su Moyi brushed off the flying catkins on the hem of his robe and said, "There is no rush. Once you are familiar with the Dali Temple, we can discuss everything in the long run."
Speaking of the Dali Temple, Lin Wanqing had other thoughts. She followed Su Moyi's action of lifting his robe and stood up, and asked tentatively with bright eyes, "I heard that the Dali Temple keeps the files of all the major cases since the founding of the dynasty?"
Su Moyi paused, turned around, and asked, "So what?"
Lin Wanqing was not polite and said bluntly, "Can I go and have a look during my day off?"
"Day off?" Su Moyi seemed puzzled, "You are not an official of the Dali Temple, so how can you have a day off?"
"..." Lin Wanqing was stunned, opened his mouth, but did not utter a syllable.
In other words, Su Moyi asked her to come to Dali Temple, but did not intend to give her a formal status?
Is this really the Dali Temple that is in charge of the world's criminal justice system, rather than some shady workshop on the street? !
But the man in front of him had a righteous look on his face, and said confidently: "You were invited here by me alone, so naturally you should follow my itinerary."
"Then..." Lin Wanqing stabilized his expression that was about to collapse, "What if I want to look up some information and documents?"
Lord Su continued to look up words in a stern manner and said: "The only case you are responsible for is the serial rape and murder case. You should go to Jingzhao Prefecture to look up information."
"..." Lin Wanqing was already a little hurt, but he still didn't give up and said: "I am dull by nature, and sometimes I need the experience of my predecessors to open up my thinking, so..."
Before Lin Wanqing finished speaking, Su Moyi seemed to have lost his patience, turned around and left a sentence, "I am dull by nature, and it just so happens that I can use this rape and murder case to clear my name. Anyway, I don't keep idle people in the Dali Temple."
Lin Wanqing: "..."
——————
Su Zhinan: Go away, you messed up my books.
Lin Wanqing: From now on, every day will be a 996 day where we are forced to work.
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