I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

"What about you two being door gods in the backyard?"

Liu Yun hurried over, wiping away his sweat, not aware that the atmosphere was wrong, and said sadly, "I've been waiting for you two at the gate for a long time, is this case still under investigation?"

He stayed at the front door according to Ji Ting's instructions, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes, but after waiting for a long time, not only the old guy surnamed Gu didn't come out, even Ji Ting didn't hear from him.

"Investigate, of course we must investigate." Ji Ting turned his head and smiled, his eyes piercing: "However, it is up to Mr. Gu to decide where to start."

"Cough." Gu Huaishan leaned against his lips, lowered his head to restrain the expression on his face, and said calmly: "I have already sent someone to send a greeting card to Yongchang Hou Mansion, you two should go there with me. "

"Yongchang Hou Mansion?" Liu Yun's eyes widened in confusion, with a puzzled look on his face: "The Yongchang Hou Mansion that was named a Marquis with a different surname in the early years of the Southern Conquest and Northern War, and the glory of the moment is now empty?"

"Exactly." Gu Huaishan nodded with a complicated expression, and said: "The Marquis of Yongchang's life has been difficult these past few years, and only the little princess is left alone. Counting his age, it is time to perform the ceremony."

"Wait, aren't we investigating the case? What are we doing there?" Liu Yun was confused and turned to look at Ji Ting.

"Well, just follow along, so much talk." Ji Ting interrupted first, then quickened his pace indifferently, and distanced himself from the two behind.

What's the matter? It was fine just now.

Liu Yun was muttering in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face. He lowered his voice and approached Gu Huaishan: "Do you have something to hide from me? Could it be related to the tragedy in the Hou Mansion six years ago?"

Gu Huaishan nodded slightly, his eyes full of regret, if he could have solved the murder case earlier, then perhaps the fourth tragedy would not have happened at all, and the Yongchang Hou Mansion would not have killed both Lord Hou and his son overnight.

"Really?" Gu Huaishan's right eyelid twitched twitchingly, and his heart shuddered. When he raised his head in a daze, he saw that the Yongchang Hou Mansion had arrived.

The once glorious mansion is now extremely deserted, with dusty plaques and cracked stone steps. At a glance, it is not even as good as ordinary merchants in the imperial city.

"How can this place be so dilapidated." Ji Ting muttered to himself, touching a certain string in his heart, and when he raised his eyes again, a young man came out of the door poking his head out.

After Gu Huaishan negotiated with him, the servant led the three of them into the Hou's mansion, all the way to the door of the bedroom, and said in a low voice: "The princess is not feeling well this morning, so I can only receive a few adults through the curtain. Please bear with me."

"Where is it, I was the one who waited abruptly."

According to common sense, it is a crime of disrespect for the three adult men to enter the princess's boudoir rashly, but the young man apologized repeatedly, which shows how cautious the Yongchang Hou Mansion has been in recent years.

As soon as the door was pushed open, there were a few seemingly vague coughs from inside. Ji Ting walked in the front and had a full view of the furnishings in the room. It can only be said that no princes and nobles could find a simpler one than this. room up.

"Master Gu, you are here."

Through the thick curtain, the little princess's voice was a little hoarse, maybe it was because of a bad cough, Ji Ting always felt a little subtle.

Gu Huaishan bowed far away, and said respectfully: "Princess, I came to disturb you today because I want to ask about an old matter."

"My lord, just ask." The little princess's tone was soft, and she sounded like a gentle person.

Gu Huaishan didn't want to expose the scars of others, so he said in a deliberate tone: "Six years ago... the unexpected guest in the Hou's mansion, does the princess still have any impression?"

"I don't remember. I was only six years old at the time. When I saw my father and younger brother covered in blood, I subconsciously closed my eyes and didn't dare to look at anything." The little princess paused for a moment, as if he was out of breath, and his voice was ethereal: " Why did Mr. Gu think of making a special trip to ask this, is it the emperor's intention?"

Ji Ting frowned, and took two steps forward to stand in front of the curtain. The shadow instantly blocked the light. He squinted his eyes like a torch, as if he wanted to stare at a hole in the curtain, and take a good look at the expression of the man when he spoke.

"Then, then don't bother the princess."

Having said this, Gu Huaishan knew that there would be no results if he continued to question, so he found an excuse and wanted to take the two of them to leave.

But Ji Ting stood there motionless, as if he would never give up if he didn't ask anything.After a stalemate for a while, he glanced back at Gu Huaishan, and said in a deep voice, "Both adults, go back first, I still have a few things I want to ask the Princess alone."

"You, don't be fooled." Gu Huaishan did not dare to speak out, and warned Ji Ting with his lips: "She lost her father when she was young, and her life experience is miserable enough, so don't press her."

Ji Ting raised the corners of his lips, showed his signature smile, and said sincerely, "Don't worry."

The door was gently closed, and Ji Ting looked around the room on his own, and finally sat down on an old chair with peeling paint. He could clearly feel that the eyes behind the curtain were staring at him, so he became more and more He spoke unhurriedly:

"The princess has lived in poverty these years, and there is not even a hairpin on the dressing table. Could it be that the emperor's salary has been deducted by the servants?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, and after a few breaths, a vague laugh came from the curtain.

"My lord has misunderstood. The Yongchang Hou Mansion is grateful for the royal kindness. This year, it has sent all its savings to the south of the Yangtze River to help the victims."

"Oh..." Ji Ting deliberately elongated his tone, and said with a light smile: "The Princess is really a bodhisattva."

"My lord has given me too much credit. I am the only one left in the Hou's mansion, so I don't need much expenses."

"Although the princess advocates frugality, you can't be too self-denying." Ji Ting raised his index finger and tapped the table rhythmically, seemingly inadvertently mentioning: "What kind of illness is the princess? Have you asked a doctor to see it? I am familiar with every famous doctor, why don’t you invite me for diagnosis and treatment.”

"No, I..."

"No, or dare not?"

There was a crisp sound on the table, Ji Ting stopped his movements abruptly, and blinked his eyes through the curtain.

"What do you mean by that, my lord?" The Princess's voice could not discern joy or anger, only a little bit of doubt.

Ji Ting changed into a comfortable sitting position, propped his chin and said casually: "Many years ago, I heard my father mention that the Hou Mansion was happy with a pair of sons and daughters, and they were twins. Because I was overjoyed at the wedding banquet, I fell down while holding my little son who had just turned one month old, and accidentally left a scar on his wrist."

Before the words were finished, the breathing behind the curtain seemed a little heavy.

If Ji Ting hadn't heard about it, he continued: "Old Hou was afraid that I would go home and be beaten, so he hid it from everyone. After many years, I didn't remember clearly at first. I don't know why, when I saw the princess Suddenly remembered."

"...I didn't expect A Yuan to have such a bond with adults."

The person behind the curtain let out a low laugh, a trace of sarcasm appeared on his pale face, his black hair was loose, and his eyes fell on the wrist with half-faded sleeves, where there was a light red scar, like a faded flower. of red plums.

"People in the world can't believe that there is such a coincidence in the world. The sister who survived by chance is..." Ji Xiao kept silent, stood up with a smile and walked to the front of the curtain: "You have been hiding your strengths and bide your time these few years. Have other purposes?"

"I am a dead person, what purpose can I have!"

The curtain between the two suddenly opened, the young man's slender fingers tightly gripped the fabric, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there was bone-eating hatred hidden in his eyes.

His stature just reached Ji Ting's chin, he was dressed in a white shirt, and his beautiful peach eyes were a bit seductive. If he put his hair up in a bun and said he was a boudoir lady, some people would believe it.

Ji Ting looked at him calmly, with a trace of unbearable in his eyes, he raised his hand to help him pull down the slipped collar: "Don't stare at me like this, at least I hugged you when I was young."

"Heh, since you've seen it all, why pretend?"

"I didn't pretend, and I didn't stay here to expose you." Ji Ting spread his hands and explained patiently: "I'm here to investigate the case, and you must have found a lot of clues over the years."

The young man sneered and his voice was hoarse: "Ji Ting, should I praise you for being smart, or should I call you stupid. You can guess that I am alive, but you can't guess why I am alive?"

Ji Ting's face darkened, and he suddenly realized something, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Back then, sister dressed up as me and wanted to sneak out to watch the lantern festival..."

"Okay, Yuan, stay in your sister's room and pretend to be asleep. When my sister comes back, I will bring you sweet jujube suds."

"She just said this, and ran out impatiently. I was very reluctant in my heart, and quietly chased after her, and then..." He choked for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then I hid in the dark, Watching the man in black hold the sword..."

Ji Ting frowned, and caught the key: "What does that sword look like?"

He turned his head and smiled, and slowly spit out a few words.

"Anyway, it's different from Zhen Guo's sword."

Who would have thought that the pending case six years ago turned out to be like this, Ji Ting's pupils trembled violently, and he rushed out of the Yongchang Hou Mansion in disbelief.

Why didn't the murderer use the stolen sword?Aren't the murderer and the thief the same person at all?

Why did his brother suddenly stop investigating the case six years ago?What exactly did he find in the Hou Mansion?

Too many questions popped up one after another like mushrooms after a spring rain. Ji Ting quickened his pace. He had to find his brother as soon as possible and ask him exactly what happened that year.

Looking past the general's mansion from the corner of his eye, Ji Ting suddenly stopped, froze and maintained a stiff movement.

that casket.

On the Lantern Festival six years ago, on the day when the theft and murder occurred, he gave Ji Xiao a box of unknown origin.

If the murderer didn't use Zhen Guo's sword, where did the stolen sword go? Could it be taken away by some unlucky guy for no apparent reason, and then... a catastrophe.

Can guess that I am alive, but can't guess why I am alive?

The murderer didn't kill the "Little Princess" because she was a woman and could not inherit the title at all.

Ji Ting turned his head slowly, and the truth emerged in front of his eyes.It turned out that he was the one who pushed his brother into the abyss with his own hands!

The wind whistled past his ears against his cheeks, and when Ji Ting came back to his senses, he had already run all the way to the gate of the palace, and a figure approached not far away.

He rushed up at once, hugged the man tightly, his vision gradually blurred: "Brother, why didn't you say anything, your father beat you and scolded you for poisoning you...why didn't you explain?"

"???"

With three question marks on his face, He Yang patted Ji Ting's back stiffly under the eyes of many guards at the door, and coaxed, resisting the numbness in his heart: "What do you know, tell me."

【Is it really good for you to be such a routine child...】