The young man was stunned for a moment, then tried to back away: "Can you please take the knife away first?"
"Open your hand."
Wenren Qianjue's expression was cold, and his words were as cold as a queen's, making people feel forced to surrender.
The young man opened his hand, holding small scissors commonly used in the kitchen: "I just saw him so afraid of something happening, so he grabbed a pair of scissors first, ahem, to protect himself."
Wenren Qianjue took the small scissors from his hand.
They were indeed common items in the kitchen, nothing special.
Just now she noticed something in the young man's hand clenched tightly, and she thought it was something that could kill the chef.
After throwing away the small scissors, Wenren Qianjue turned around and left.
A young man's voice came from behind: "Um, where are you going?"
He had just experienced a strange death, and he didn't want to be alone with this corpse.
"Report to the official."
Wenren Qianjue quickly walked away and disappeared.
The sudden appearance of the body would definitely involve the government, so it was better for her to inform the government in advance.
The young man hurriedly chased after me: "Wait for me, I'll go with you."
The newly appointed prefect was very young and seemed to be the new number one scholar who passed the exam this year.
He brought people to check and then ordered in a cold voice: "Arrest these two people."
"Wait a minute."
Wenren Qianjue stopped his behavior and raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean, sir?"
"Huh, what do you mean?"
The prefect looked around at Wen Ren Qianjue and said, "You two appeared here alone in the middle of the night, and the deceased died so miserably.
He must have caught you two having an affair in the middle of the night and was killed by you."
"Oh" Wen Renqian was definitely not angry, but just narrowed his eyes.
The young man spoke first, with a solemn tone: "Sir, you can't say that.
I'm a man, it doesn't matter.
But she is a girl.
If such words spread, her reputation will be ruined."
"Don't think that the new officer doesn't know who she is."
The magistrate smoothed his sleeves and looked smug: "Wenren Qianjue, right?
Her reputation has long been gone, so there is no question of whether it can be destroyed or not." snap In the blink of an eye, he slapped the prefect on the face.
When everyone was dumbfounded, Wenren Qianjue blew his hand lightly, as if it was dirty, and spoke slowly: "The slap just now is to let you calm down and reflect on what you said. .
When I came to deliver the invitation to the tasting conference, I jumped in when I heard a strange sound.
Why did I come to report the crime?
" "You" the prefect covered his face, shocked and angry He is the number one scholar in a new subject.
He just walked across the street and it was at the height of his popularity.
Who dares to slap him in the face like this?
His mouth was full of the taste of blood.
He took a sip and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, with a white tooth falling out.
When the magistrate saw the tooth, he was already furious.
His hand trembling as he pointed at Wenren Qianjue: "Come on, come on, help me capture this cunning woman."
The government officials hesitated.
They had all followed a previous magistrate and knew that Wen Renqian was not someone to be trifled with.
Seeing this formation, the magistrate was even more furious.
He rolled up his sleeves and took action himself: "I don't believe it anymore.
I can't cure you, a cunning woman."
Wenren Qianjue's eyes were cold: "Sir, I came to find you to report the case.
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Why don't you handle the case?
You can't get along with me alone."
How could the prefect still listen?
A big stick was struck down and was held up by Wenren Qianjue's ancient sword.
She blocked the stick in the air and didn't even draw the sword.
The terrifying look in her eyes gradually emerged and she spoke word by word. : "There are not many people here today.
As long as I don't say anything, no one will know that I hit you.
You'd better not mess with me."
At the end of the sentence, the prefect put down the stick in his hand and could only grit his teeth and said: "Come here, take the body back to me and hand it over to Zuzuo.
As for what happened tonight, none of you saw it."
The government officials responded and rushed to move the body.
Wenren Qianjue lowered his eyes and said with a faint smile: "Sir, Gaoming, since I am involved in this matter, I hope you can let me know after the autopsy."
The prefect gritted his teeth, but couldn't say anything, so he could only move the body and leave.
The young man grinned: "You are awesome."
"Over at Fushou Tower, don't take me with you when you tell me."
Wenren Qianjue whispered, saying that it would be better to do less than to do more.
She is investigating this case secretly, and it is best not to get involved in public opinion.
"Okay."
The young man escorted her out of the Fushou Building.
Seeing the thin and tall figure walking away, a misty smile appeared in his eyes.
He calmly reached out and took off the invitation posted at the door of the Fushou Building.
"Tasting conference?"
he murmured.
When he returned to the inn, the room was pitch dark.
Wenren Qianjue opened the door softly, then gently touched the bed, deliberately avoiding a certain position, and lay down on his own half of the bed.
That's not right.
She frowned slightly.
He stretched out his hand and pushed it towards the people around him, wanting to say that someone had not paid the room fee for today.
But my hand was empty His Majesty Seventh Prince is not here She sat up suddenly and lifted the quilt.
Sure enough, there was nothing around her, and there was no heat at all.
That person really didn't come back.
Has he returned to Night Palace?
Wenren Qianjue rubbed his head, wondering why His Highness Seventh Prince, who was so picky about everything, came to stay on the bed of an inn.
No matter how good the inn was, it couldn't compare to the beauty of the Night Palace.
I touched around to make sure there was really no sign that someone had come back.
She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and felt that something was missing.
Wenren Qianjue sighed.
Sure enough, it would be uncomfortable to have no money for a day.
At this moment, a faint and mellow voice sounded in my ears: "What are you looking for?"
She quickly moved a little to the side.
Baili Suye's eyes were very close, and the pupils were bright and clear.
It's dark, but it gives off an unexpected richness.
The sharp smell of him lingered in his nose.
Whenever His Majesty the Seventh Highness appears, he is always so invisible.
He must have been watching the excitement in the dark for a long time just now.
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When she thought of this, she felt very unhappy Wenren Qianjue raised his smile and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "I'm looking for money."
With a snap, the curve that originally raised the corner of His Highness's mouth disappeared instantly.
Apart from money, what else does this woman know?
"Get out of the way."
Baili Suye said calmly, but she could sense an irritation inexplicably.
No matter why, she was not surprised by His Seventh Prince's unpredictable temper.
His Highness lay down, and she suddenly felt that the half of the bed she was living in was not that small.
As long as there is money to be collected, everything is good.
She closed her eyes, and when her vision went dark, the nervous face of the chef appeared, with a greedy desire for food, like a moth flying into a flame.
That's no longer human.
She murmured: "Your Highness Seventh, I just saw the second deceased."
"Hmm."
Baili Suye responded calmly, indicating that he was listening.
"It's very similar to the previous one.
He ate everything before he died, but instead of chewing himself to death, he put his hand into the frying pan to get the fried chicken, pressed it on his face and kept biting it, until he was scalded to death."
Wen Ren As Qian Jue said, the scene seemed to be replayed in front of her eyes.
Baili Suye listened quietly and suddenly put his hand on her forehead.
The refreshing smell rushed over instantly, and the temperature of his hand was very cool, but it seemed to ignite everything into flames.
Wenren Qianjue gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Your Majesty, Seventh Highness, I don't have a fever."
Do you think everything she saw was just a daydream?
"I know."
Baili Suye's hand slowly slid down, closed her eyes, and rested on it nonchalantly.
The temperature was just right and the strength was just right.
The deep and mellow voice sounded extremely comfortable: "Sleep."
In the darkness, there was no longer that crazy chicken-eating scene.
Wenren Qianjue wondered when the sinister Highness became so gentle.
Isn't he sick?
At this time, Baili Suye lightly opened her lips again: "You frowned."
His slender fingers were still covering her eyes.
In the dark night, all touches became particularly obvious, and she could clearly feel the frown between her eyebrows.
"Oh" Wenren Qianjue no longer thinks so much.
He stretched his eyebrows and quickly fell asleep under the comfortable warmth of His Highness's hands.
In the darkness, Baili Suye's eyes darkened.
The lips raised a vague arc Within a few days, Pei Yuange had taken care of all the matters for the tasting conference.
The location was chosen in Ouyang Junnuo's newly opened restaurant.
Needless to say, it must have been "suggested" by Ouyang Junnuo.
The restaurant was not far from the inn where Wenren Qianjue lived.
Guessing that it was almost time, she and His Highness wandered over.
There were many luxurious carriages and horses gathered in front of the restaurant, which made it seem very strange for her to be the only one walking there.
Especially the man in black clothes next to her wore a strange silver mask on his face, and his face could not be seen.
When he walked to the boy at the door, Wenren Qianjue touched his waist and found that he had forgotten the invitation that Pei Yuange had sent in advance.
It would be troublesome to go back to the inn to get it, and no one he knew at the moment was at the door.
"Miss, something is missing."
The servant is Ouyang's subordinate.
He is gentle and polite in dealing with others, and he does not look down on others.
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But the dignitaries who came down one after another couldn't help but sneer: "Oh, isn't this a well-known thing?"
"Thinking that if you succeed in the draft, you will be on a high tree."
"Who said she is one of the four gourmets who are popular in the capital recently?
I didn't invite her to the tasting meeting.
It must be a misunderstanding."
Wenren Qianjue curled her lips.
The person who said this was probably the show girl who had failed to win the election.
She was so jealous that she could say anything.
It's a pity that they don't seem to know who the masked person next to them is.
Squeak, a light silk sedan also stopped at the door.
The maid next to the sedan immediately stepped forward and opened the curtain, and a beautiful woman stepped out.
She had black hair and temples, and her figure had lost a lot of weight.
She was obviously recovering from a serious illness, but she was still radiant and looked like a sick beauty.
Wenren Xuexi had a faint smile on her face, and her eyes were sparkling.
It attracted most people's attention as soon as it appeared.
Her eyes soon fell on Wen Ren Qianjue, who was standing alone near the servant.
Before she could enter, a soft smile appeared on her fairy-like face.
It was written almost clearly in the water eyes: Wenren Qianjue, we meet again Wenren Qianjue glanced at her expressionlessly, and then continued to touch his waist calmly, looking for the invitation from Pei Yuange.
At this moment, a black figure walked over, stood lazily in front of the servant, and said calmly: "I want to take her in." 88 His voice was so low that no one could hear him.
The young man had been following Ouyang Junnuo for a long time.
How could he not recognize this mask?
He immediately became respectful and said, "Master Ye, please come this way."
Many dignitaries holding invitations followed a man wearing a mask and went in first, with angry expressions on their faces.
"We are still queuing up, who are they?"
The boy smiled lightly: "Everyone, please be patient and come one by one.
That one is the one you never want to offend."
On the side, Wenren Xuexi's watery eyes almost burst out with fire.
She squeezed the maid's hand that was supporting him tightly, and her nails were embedded in the maid's flesh.
Although others don't know him, she will know.
Although that person has changed his mask, there is no doubt that His Highness: