"Sorry, you two, let's wait for you for a long time."

But after a while, Mr. Ruan, wearing a blue shirt, returned to the house and bowed to Chen Mu and Yun Zhiyue, who were sitting on a chair and savoring tea.

Chen Mu put down the teacup, stood up and smiled, "It's okay, we should be sorry to disturb sir."

"What's the matter with Captain Chen? I hope you can come every day."

Mr. Ruan signaled Chen Mu to sit down, and personally added tea and said in a joke, "This may bring a few more poems to feast our eyes."

"Then I can only take my luck."

Chen Mu smiled and stared at the most talented gentleman in the academy in front of him, his eyes flashing with inexplicable emotions.

Although Mr. Ruan is at his forty, the elegance exudes on his body is quite charming.

It is said that young girls like the vicissitudes of the uncle.

With Mr. Ruan's talent and temperament, even if he is two or three years older, he will probably attract the favor of many women.

"I don't know what happened to Captain Chen coming today."

Mr. Ruan asked curiously.

Chen Mu gently scraped the edge of the wooden table with his fingers in a calm tone: "It's like this. I wonder if Mr. Ruan remembers the poetry conference held by Qin Shu Academy on November 19 last year."

Mr. Ruan paused suddenly, and his sharp eyes shot directly at Chen Mu.

Like a cold sword.

It's so cold.

But in just a short moment, he returned to normal.

After frowning and thinking for a while, he asked suspiciously: "Last year's Poetry Conference... were you talking about the night when Liu Xiangjun died?"

Chen Mu, who had been staring at the other party's expression, smiled and nodded: "That's right, that night."

"Why did Captain Chen mention this matter again?"

Mr. Ruan was puzzled.

Chen Mu leaned his back on the chair and said lightly: "I have some new investigations about the case of Liu Xiangjun falling into the water, so I want to ask Mr. Ruan about the specific situation that night."

"What's wrong? Xiang... Didn't Liu Xiangjun fall into the water accidentally?"

Hearing this, Mr. Ruan looked confused.

He put the teacup back on the table, thought about it and then picked it up again, and gently filtered the tea with the lid.

The tea ripples appeared, and the thin leaves spiraled.

It's just like his state of mind at this moment.

Chen Mu sighed: "I'm afraid there is still inside story. I don't want to say more here. I just hope Mr. Ruan can tell me what you know. For example, who did Liu Xiangjun meet at that time, or what did she do?"

Mr. Ruan was silent for a long time and spoke softly:

"Actually, I don't know much. After all, I'm not very familiar with Liu Xiangjun, but I can still remember some of the situations that night.

Our Qinshu Academy organized the poetry conference and invited the girls from Ju Chunlou to sing and sing to liven up the atmosphere.

We originally invited Miss Xue, but unfortunately she didn't come that night.

However, Miss Liu Xiangjun is more active than usual, and seems to be very happy, even..."

Mr. Ruan paused and said helplessly, "I even invited many men to drink with her. You should know that according to Miss Liu's previous temperament, those men did not have the chance to get close to her.

Later, Miss Liu got drunk, and I remember that it was Yuan Xinger and other girls taking care of her.

Unfortunately, an accident happened at the end of the poetry conference.

At that time, Yuan Xing'er and other girls said goodbye to the people on the shore outside the cabin, but ignored the drunk Miss Liu in the cabin.

Because the interlayers at both ends of the cabin were opened at that time, Miss Liu might have climbed to the back cabin when she vomited, but accidentally fell into the water and died when she was rescued.

After saying that, Mr. Ruan sighed long: "What a pity for a beautiful woman."

Chen Mu did not speak for a long time after listening.

The brain rotates rapidly like a blower blade, analyzing the situation at that time.

Very strange.

Judging from the tone of Mr. Ruan's description, he looks like a bystander at close range and a long distance bystander standing on the shore.

He remembers some details very clearly, but some details are very general.

"Have Liu Xiangjun said anything strange?"

Chen Mu asked again.

Mr. Ruan laughed and shook his head: "I don't know this, and it's hard to remember it."

"Have Mr. Ruan not drunk with Miss Liu?"

Chen Mu frowned.

Mr. Ruan quietly looked at the heat lingering in the teacup and shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"This is not the case. To put it a little too much, I am not very interested in Fengchen women. Of course, I have accompanied my friends to Juchunlou several times, all for social engagements."

"I see."

Chen Mu nodded suddenly, but was quite slanderous in his heart.

Not interested?

Not interested in what you do to draw other girls?

"Oh by the way."

Mr. Ruan suddenly remembered something, his face turned right, and changed the subject, "Captain Chen, you are here today. I want to tell you something, so that I won't go to find you in person."

"What's the matter?"

He understood that the other party was deliberately avoiding the topic.

But he is very curious.

Mr. Ruan lowered his voice: "The poem you gave before caused some trouble. Although we have reserved this trouble for a long time, it has been used to hype."

"Use the hype? What does it mean?"

Chen Mu had a bad premonition.

Mr. Lu said quietly: "This poem has basically spread throughout the world, including the capital. Some people who have made good use of this poem as an article and fabricated some rumors to criticize the Queen Mother.

Some say that the nameless Taoist was an old minister oppressed by the empress dowager, and some say that he was a depressed and unsuccessful talent who was repeatedly ignored by the empress dowager.

There are even rumors that this person originally planned to assist the emperor, but was demoted by the empress dowager.

In short, some forces secretly contributed to the fire and began to question that the Empress Dowager was not as recruited as rumored, and deliberately suppressed the emperor..."

Chen Mu's face began to look ugly.

This was completely beyond his expectations.

If he had known it, he would not have been so reckless. At least he should have copied the poem with a low reputation.

But at the same time, he felt a little refreshed inexplicably.

A poem can stir up the storm of the court, and it is indeed a great match.

"According to the palace news, the Queen Mother was also furious about this, and sent the Underworld Guard to investigate the matter and also looked for the nameless Taoist."

Mr. Ruan said, "Captain Chen, you will be investigated at that time, but you still have to deal with it carefully."

Chen Mu frowned.

Sure enough, I am now plagued by bad luck.

Not only did he provoke the emperor, but now he even provokes the queen mother, and he is a rhythm of killing every minute.

Looking at Mr. Ruan's worried expression, Chen Mu smiled relievedly: "Don't worry, I'm just a passerby next to the unknown Taoist."

"That's good."

Mr. Ruan also laughed.

After the other party interrupted, Chen Mu didn't know how to continue asking, so he asked some fragmentary questions and stood up to say goodbye to Yun Zhiyue.

After sending Chen Mu and the others out of Qin Shuyuan, Mr. Ruan returned to the house.

He looked at the half-painted landscape on the table, and he didn't say anything for a long time. It took him no idea how long he picked up the pen and dipped it ink again.

Holding a green pen in hand, it has not fallen until a drop of ink falls on the paper.

He frowned, kneaded the unfinished paintings into balls and threw them on the ground, turned around and took out a stack of paintings from the bookcase, and looked through them carefully.

A complicated expression.
Chapter completed!