Chapter 42 Competing Acting Skills
Liu Xuetian's eighteenth concubine stood at the door to greet her, followed by two maids. When they saw Li Motang, they immediately wanted to worship her. Apparently they had learned her identity from Luan Zhongqing.
Li Motang didn't stop her. After she finished bowing, he said directly: "Don't stand at the door and talk in the room."
Huang Feng looked at the woman in front of him. The Liu family was still taking turns to keep vigil for Liu Xuetian.
Everyone in the Liu family was dressed in mourning clothes. Although this woman was not dressed up, her features were neat and clear, and her peach blossom eyes were very beautiful.
Even if compared with the famous beauties in Qifeng Garden, she is no less generous. Although she is less charming, she is more pure and has an innocent background. No wonder Liu Xuetian likes her.
But is his life experience really innocent?
Huang Feng remembered all the information related to this woman after reading it.
When she first came to Shulu, she was only eight years old. When she entered the city, she registered her name as Song Juan. She claimed that her parents had died and she was alone.
Wu Langzhong was alone, without a family, and she had no idea how she gained Wu Langzhong's favor. He was recognized as his goddaughter and helped in the medicine shop for more than ten years.
Later, the governor Liu Xuetian contracted a stomach disease and couldn't eat or sleep well. He searched for famous doctors in the city and finally took the medicine Wu Langzhong prescribed, and he slowly got better.
After several consultations and medicines, Liu Xuetian gradually had an idea for Song Juan and wanted to take her as his concubine.
The process of taking a concubine is unclear, but from the time Song Juan became the 18th concubine, and Wu Langzhong entered the Liu Mansion specifically to recuperate Liu Xuetian, it should have gone smoothly.
There is no doubt about Song Juan's experience in Shulu. The problem lies in her identity before coming to Shulu.
That year was a severe drought, famine broke out in many places, there were many victims, and many people died. There were many orphans like Song Juan. If someone deliberately forged their identity, there would be no way to trace them.
Song Juan didn't know what Huang Feng was thinking, so she invited them into the house: "Princess, Master Luan please, Young Master please."
Huang Feng said with a smile: "I won't go in yet. I caught a fortune teller last night. He may be related to this case. He is still under trial. There may be news later. I will wait outside."
"Fortune teller?" Song Juan was a little surprised, "Could it be that he is the murderer of the master?"
Huang Feng observed the other party's expression calmly: "It's not clear yet, so I can't go into details for now. After all, if I make a mistake, I will inevitably disappoint my wife."
"That's it, then I won't disturb the young master anymore." Song Juan wanted to ask again, but she didn't dare to let Li Motang wait in the room. After a moment of hesitation, she returned to the room.
After closing the door, Li Motang said calmly: "Don't be nervous, because in addition to Mr. Liu, I heard that the other deceased Wu Langzhong also had a close relationship with you, so I asked you to ask."
"Wu Langzhong is my godfather." Song Juan looked sad, "I was helpless when I came to Shulu. It was my godfather who took me in because he thought I was pitiful and he allowed me to live today. I don't understand why someone wants to harm me." He, why would someone want to harm the master!"
As she spoke, Song Juan sobbed softly, cried for a while, and realized something was wrong. She quickly wiped away her tears and apologized to Li Motang and Luan Zhongqing: "I made the princess and Lord Luan laugh."
The presence of people in the yard did not affect Huang Feng's ability to pay attention to the house with his spiritual consciousness.
Song Juan's performance was very appropriate, just the right amount of sadness without being disrespectful.
Thousands of people may behave in various ways when faced with the same thing. Before entering the house, Song Juan heard Huang Feng mention the fortune teller, but there was no flaw. So far, it is difficult to conclude that there is something wrong with her.
Huang Feng was in the yard and chatted with Song Juan's two personal maids.
The two personal maids were chattering, their faces flushed when talking to Huang Feng, and they wanted to tell everything they knew.
"We slept in the outer room, and my aunt was in the inner room. That night, we woke up when we heard shouting outside."
"Yes, my aunt woke up at that time. We helped my aunt put on her clothes and went out to check together. Only then did we know that the master had been killed."
"Do you usually sleep deeply?" Huang Feng asked.
"We sleep very lightly because my aunt occasionally has to go out or is thirsty at night. We take turns accompanying her. We are used to it and wake up when there is the slightest noise."
Huang Feng: "So, if your aunt wants to leave the room, you will definitely know?"
The two little maids nodded together: "Well, if someone pushes the door, we will definitely wake up."
"There are really no loopholes left." Huang Feng thought to himself, maybe he guessed wrong, "Wait a minute, even if he guessed wrong, it was Li Motang who lost face in front of Luan Zhongqing. I don't need to take the blame. I am at most a wise and powerful person. His image suffered some damage.”
Thinking of this, I felt happy again.
Next, it’s up to Xiao Nuan and Bai Yang.
Xiao Nuan, who came a step late on purpose, hurriedly shouted: "Miss!" as soon as she entered the yard.
Hearing the shouting, Li Motang came out of the room with a cold look on his face: "Didn't I teach you the rules? Now the Liu Mansion is doing some white stuff, what are you yelling about, and what's the etiquette on it?"
Xiao Nuan said quickly: "Miss, the fortune teller confessed. This is a signed confession. I am anxious to get it to you."
Luan Zhongqing, who followed out, was overjoyed: "Do you have any clues?"
No one paid attention to him, Huang Feng secretly observed Song Juan, and finally found a flaw in her face.
When she heard the news, she did not eagerly ask for clues like Luan Zhongqing. Instead, she lowered her head, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes, and then asked, "Have you found the murderer of my master?"
This reaction made him more confident about what was going to happen next.
Li Motang handed the forged confession to Luan Zhongqing and said half truthfully: "Young Master Huang met him outside the city last night. He was a ghost monk. It took some effort to capture him. Something unexpected happened, so he Mr. Luan won't blame me for not being taken to the government office for further questioning, right?"
"Princess, you are serious. I don't know how to adapt to this." Luan Zhongqing smiled and took the confession. Not to mention Li Motang's rich body, even if it is an ordinary arrest, as long as this damn case can be solved, the rules don't matter.
After reading the confession, Luan Zhongqing opened his eyes wide and looked at Song Juan: "It's you!"
"What am I, sir? What do you mean by this?" Song Juan asked in confusion, then her face suddenly changed and she cried out, "Sir, you don't think that I was killed by my concubine, do you?
I have been following my godfather since I was eight years old, and I have only learned how to grasp and decoct medicines. I don’t have the strength to tie a chicken. Even if I wanted to, I still don’t have the ability. "
Before Luan Zhongqing could read the confession to her, Bai Yang arrived: "Brother, Xiao Nuan was in a hurry just now and forgot to bring the evidence with him."
exhibit?
Hearing the sound, everyone in the courtyard focused on Bai Yang.
Bai Yang took out a gray wine bowl from his sleeve, covered with gray branches and exuding a dark green luster.
Seeing the Soul Gathering Lamp, Song Juan's face instantly turned pale, and she stopped shouting loudly for herself. If she had doubts just now and was ready to resist, she was now desperate.