I rely on solving the case to attack the king of hell

The gate of Qian Xiang's house is majestic, and the word "Qian Mansion" is shining brightly in the sun. The two vermilion lacquered gates are as long as three people's arms, and the two stone lions at the gate are also mighty and domineering. It is extraordinary at first glance.

It's just that in the Qian Mansion at this time, white flowers and white lanterns are hung everywhere, and the people coming and going are all dressed in plain clothes, unsmiling, solemn and sad everywhere.

The pale-faced Mrs. Qian led a pair of children in sackcloth and mourning filial piety, and welcomed the group from Dali Temple.

"Lord Yan, is there any progress in the case?" Madam Qian sighed while leading the way.

Yan Han was silent for a moment, and only said: "Madam Qian, please mourn."

Madam Qian gave a bitter smile, and said with difficulty: "If it wasn't for the child, I would follow the old Qian."

Liu Yu comforted: "Madam Qian and Mr. Qian are deeply in love with each other, which is admirable, but people cannot be resurrected after death, so I hope Madam will cherish it."

Madam Qian shook her head and walked in silence.

Xie Zaiyue looked at the two people beside Mrs. Qian, and suddenly said: "Sister Yue, I don't know how to call you young lady?"

Madam Qian turned around, pointed to her son, and introduced: "Qian Lu, seventeen this year." Then she pulled her daughter back: "Qian Yan, thirteen this year."

Qian Yan hid behind her mother without making a sound, but Qian Lu saluted generously.

Xie Zaiyue said: "Sister Yue, just let Mr. Qian take us with you, go and rest."

Qian Xiang is Mrs. Qian's beloved husband, and is also the pillar of the Qian family. It can be seen that after his death, Mrs. Qian barely supported her, both mentally and physically on the verge of collapse.

Madam Qian was about to cry, she was polite, and seeing Xie Zaiyue's insistence, she no longer refused, and instead ordered: "Lu'er, you accompany the adults, and Yan'er helps me to sit down. Mrs. Yan, why not?" Please forgive my poor hospitality."

Yan Han said: "It's okay, madam can rest well."

Madam Qian nodded, and left the large group with weak steps, walking towards the bedroom.

Qian Lu watched his mother go away worriedly, then made a gesture of invitation, and said, "Father's study is in front, please, Lord Yan, Lord Xie, and Lord Liu."

"Young Master Qian, I'm only one year older than you, so don't call me an adult, call me brother." Xie Zaiyue and Qian Lu are about the same age, so they simply call each other brothers and build a relationship.

Qian Lu smiled slightly and said, "Brother Xie."

Xie Zaiyue nodded in satisfaction, thinking that he must let go of his guard so that he can better understand the situation.

Turning a small corner, Qian Xiang's study room appeared in front of him.

The study room is very large, and it can be regarded as elegant. There are bookshelves on three walls of the study room, and the bookshelves are full of books of various colors.

Xie Zaiyue looked around and said with emotion: "Qian Xiang is a well-read man."

Qian Lu nodded, "My father was born as a scholar. Later, even though he went into business, he still didn't forget to be a scholar. He just read, wrote, and painted when he had nothing to do."

Xie Zaiyue picked up a painting and unfolded it slowly, only to see that it was painted with high mountains and flowing water, but it didn't look like the scenery of Biancheng. There was a sentence on the left: "The grand scene is difficult, but the people are flying."

Qian Lu glanced at the painting, and introduced: "Father was born in Lingnan, and came to Biancheng in order to gain fame. Who knows that he failed to become an official in the court and fulfilled his dream of rising to the top. Instead, he has been ups and downs in the business world for nearly 20 years. Presumably he is also an accidental With emotion, I drew this picture and wrote this poem.”

Xie Zaiyue nodded, and looked carefully at the painting again, only to see that there is a small octagonal pavilion in the middle of the mountain, and there are several people sitting in it, both men and women, very lively.Some of them were drinking with wine glasses, and some were writing vigorously. It seemed that they were reciting poems and admiring the scenery.

Xie Zaiyue asked: "Look at the people in this booth, are they all your father's former friends?"

Qian Lu shook her head and said, "I don't know about it, I only heard from my mother that Qin Ji's boss has a relationship with his father."

It was Qin Yan again.

"Lord Yan, Sir Xie, look, Qian Xiang's painting of beauties is really good." Old Liu was looking at another painting by the window.

Xie Zaiyue walked over curiously, looked down, and saw a young woman in the painting, wearing dark clothes, calm eyes, gentle smile, hands folded on the lower abdomen, leaning on the couch, showing half of the wrist, vaguely Wearing a green jade bracelet.

"This is?" Xie Zaiyue asked.

Qian Lu glanced at it and explained: "Father created it on a whim, and there is no such person in the world."

Xie Zaiyue looked at the girl in the painting, suddenly his expression changed, and his eyes were fixed on the jade bracelet.

Then, he looked at a few scrolls calmly, some of which were simple paintings, and some of them also depicted banquets full of dignitaries and outings with friends.

Xie Zaiyue said: "Qian Xiang is a good painter, I wonder if you can send some pictures to Brother Yu?"

Qian Lu waved his hand generously and said, "My father's paintings are only his favorites. My mother and sister and I never look at them. Brother Xie can pick whatever he likes."

Xie Zaiyue picked out a few paintings with figures, and tied up the picture of beauty that Lao Liu had found just now, ready to take it away with him.

Yan Han suddenly said: "Qian Ji will be handed over to you in the future, Mr. Qian, please cheer up."

Xie Zaiyue raised his eyebrows, thinking when did Lord Yan learn to care about people?So kind, probably for the sake of clichés.

Sure enough, Qian Lu smiled wryly, and said in a low voice, "In the future, Qian Ji...the fate is really hard to say."

Yan Han asked with great interest: "Oh? How do you say that?"

Qian Lu said: "Qian Ji's formula was originally left by Yue Ji, but after Yue Ji changed its course, the formula was drastically improved by his father. However, it was also because of his father's improvement that Qian Ji's business flourished day by day. Super Yue Ji from the past."

"But..." Qian Lu shrugged helplessly, "Father attaches great importance to the formula. Even our mother and we don't know what is in this formula and where to put it. Now that my father has left suddenly, Qian Ji may have to withdraw his confession in the future. ...or it can only be made according to the previous Yueji recipe."

Yan Han was surprised and said: "You are already seventeen, and Prime Minister Qian hasn't told you the formula yet?"

Qian Lu spread her hands, and said helplessly: "Father values ​​the formula more than his life. He once said that he would tell me the secret formula when he was in trouble. By the way, a helper tried to steal father's formula not long ago. He even beat me up and kicked me out of the house."

This is a new clue. Xie Zaiyue's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Can you tell me more about it?"

Qian Lu thought for a while, and recalled: "We don't know much about my father. I only remember that the helper was young, at most twenty, and he came to find a job on his own initiative. My father saw that he had good qualifications, so he arranged for him to work. Working in the workshop, and often taking him home for dinner, it seems that he wants to cultivate it well. I didn’t expect that he would steal the formula later, it’s really knowing people’s faces but not their hearts.”

After a pause, he continued: "By the way, my father seems to have mentioned that that person was also instructed by others."

Xie Zaiyue bowed his head and thought, a businessman who regards the formula as his life, once he finds out that someone has made an idea on the self-driving formula, will he have a murderous plan?

Yan Han continued to ask: "What is this man's name and where does he live?"

Qian Lu frowned and said, "It seems to be Wu Nian. When Qian Ji was working, he lived in the dormitory of the workshop. I don't know where he lives now."

After leaving Qian Mansion, several people hurried back to Dali Temple.

Xie Zaiyue didn't care about dinner, so he quickly spread out Qian Xiang's paintings one by one, looked at them back and forth for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Master Yan, Lao Liu, what do you think these paintings have in common? ?”

Lao Liu stroked his chin, paced back and forth, imitated Xie Zaiyue's way of thinking, and said, "The similarity is probably due to the generality of the paintings?"

Xie Zaiyue shook his head, then looked at Yan Han again.

Yan Han stood up, glanced briefly, and said solemnly: "There is the same woman in these paintings."

"What? That sounds creepy." Old Liu said in horror, then looked down as if he had seen a ghost.

Xie Zaiyue first pointed to the picture of high mountains and flowing water, and tapped on a woman. Similarly, he made some gestures on the next few pictures, and then said seriously: "These people are all one person."

"Why didn't I see it?" Lao Liu said depressedly.

Xie Zaiyue spread out the picture of beauties, and said: "Look, old Liu, the woman in this picture wears a jasper bracelet on her left hand, and the women I pointed out just now also wear the same jade bracelet on their left hands!"

Liu Yu couldn't believe it, and after a while of studying these paintings, he finally admitted: "Master Xie, you have really good eyesight."

Xie Zaiyue ignored his compliments, and continued: "A woman frequently appears in Qian Xiang's paintings, which only shows that this person has a special meaning to Qian Xiang. Guess who she...is it?"

Old Liu bowed his head to think about it, and said: "Qian Xiang is a backdoor, so dare to find other women?"

Yan Han denied: "The scenery is all in the south of the Five Ridges, which means that this woman should be the object of Qian Xiang's love before he came to Biancheng."

Xie Zaiyue nodded, and said slowly: "I have a guess, Qin Yan should be an insider of this matter, maybe it was Qin Yan that Prime Minister Qian wanted to harm in the first place."

Yan Han said: "There are some truths, but there are also things that don't make sense. First, why did Prime Minister Qian think of sealing Qin Yan's mouth after 20 years? Second, it was just a pre-marital love. No one? Third, since Qian Xiang wanted to kill Qin Yan, why did he poison Zhao Xinnan's perfume?"

Old Liu praised: "Our Master Yan is very considerate, and I admire you very much!"

Xie Zaiyue: "..."

Yan Han pondered for a moment, then said: "Qin Yan needs to investigate again, and the boy named Wu Nian also needs to investigate."