Chapter 1176

Fang Tong slowly recalled. Said: "In those days, Du mubai was disqualified as a student, so he was unhappy all the time. He stayed in the house every day. In addition, he fell and hurt his ankle. It was inconvenient to walk. He had to rest and read in the house all the time. At that time, we didn't think he had any idea of suicide! One day, that is, the day he died It was also a snowy day. He went out early in the morning. At that time, I went to the bookstore with Jiang Wen and Bingzheng. The boss of the bookstore can testify that we didn't go back until evening. As soon as we opened the door, we saw Du mubai hanging in the house. We were so frightened that we took a lot of effort to put him down. Then he reported to the official, and the official came to check it. There was no trace of moving in the house, and Du mubai did self-examination

Yes, nothing unusual. "

Ji Yunshu listened carefully to these words, frowned and asked, "why did it take so much effort to put people down?"

"Because the rope is a little high, we can't reach it!"

oh

"Did he say anything strange, for example, a few days before he committed suicide?"

"To tell you the truth, Du mubai was ashamed of himself because he stole Bingzheng's poetry. In addition, he was in a room, so he didn't talk to us at all in those days."

No wonder.

Du mubai is a talented man. He has been appreciated by the Duke of Pingyang because of his talent and learning. Such a character has lost his reputation because of theft. No matter how cheeky, he is embarrassed to have fun with everyone again and pretend that nothing has happened.

After Du mubai was disqualified as a student, he had nowhere to go and could only continue in the wenshe.

Ji Yunshu's mind sank slightly.

Pondering Fang Tong's words.

Hope to find some clues!

At this time, Bingzheng was brought.

He is thin and weak and walks slowly!

His thin clothes are not enough to withstand the cold wind outside.

He bent his back and put his hands into his sleeves. He had no official temperament at all!

The bodyguard brought him in: "my Lord, he is Bingzheng. He won't be wrong this time."

Deliberately emphasize.

You can't make an Oolong any more, otherwise it will take a long time!

As soon as Bing Zheng came in, no one looked at him and kept his head down.

Song Zhi saw him and was surprised, "is it you?"

Hey, hey! How do you know each other again.

What a "well-informed" person!

People turned their eyes on him.

Song Zhi hurriedly explained: "I met with bingchilde on two sides and said something."

Hearing what he said, Fang Tong and Jiang Wen changed their faces.

Very nervous!

As if he had done something wrong.

They secretly pulled their clothes at each other.

Ji Yunshu saw this scene. She was sure that there must be a ghost between the two people and that there must be something to hide.

But if they ask directly, they will not say it.

Bingzheng was indifferent to what song Zhi said just now. He looked up at Song Zhi and said, "I don't know you."

what?

Why don't you know each other?

Song Zhi felt uncomfortable and hurriedly said, "it's me. We've met."

"I haven't seen you."

"...." Song Zhi couldn't understand it, and reminded him, "we met at the poetry meeting before. Today, I went to wenshe to find brother Fang and met you, remember?"

He wants to find out Bingzheng's memories.

We must recognize each other!

We knew each other.

Bingzheng sneered, and his hands shrank deeper into his sleeves. He said, "young master, don't recognize people casually."

I don't know Song Zhi at all.

Song Dynasty was as like as two peas. Is there a man who looks just like him? But even the tone is the same. This is the same person.

He was just about to say something——

Li Cheng interrupted him: "enough, you nerd is too strange. Why do you know everyone? Others say they don't know you. You keep posting forward."

Song Zhi was embarrassed and remembered that he had to do serious things.

He took two steps back.

He apologized and said, "I'm really sorry. I was rude just now."

Stop talking.

After this episode, Ji Yunshu went to Bingzheng and said, "master Bingzheng, you don't have to be nervous. It's not your crime to come to you, but to ask about Du mubai's theft of your poetry."

Bingzheng is very calm.

Seems to have guessed.

"Ask your excellency." The voice is heavy.

It's like coming out of an abyss.

Ji Yunshu asked, "everyone knows that Du mubai is a talented man. His poems and articles are first-class, but why steal your poems?"

"Sir, don't you believe me?"

"That's not what I mean. I just want to know." Ji Yunshu said.

Bingzheng looked up, looked at Fang Tong and Jiang Wen, who were still nervous, and said, "they can testify that they saw the poem I wrote with their own eyes."

Fang Tong and Jiang Wen became the focus.

They were frightened.

Swallowed his saliva.

"Yes, we saw with our own eyes that Bingzheng wrote the poem. Du mubai stole it."

The voice is trembling.

Jing Rong, who had been silent, suddenly opened his mouth: "if this is the case, why are you so nervous?"

"We..."

"Isn't there something else in this?" Jingrong's voice is not high or low, and it sounds very flat.

But Fang Tong and Jiang Wen looked ugly and felt guilty at a glance.

But compared with Jiang Wen, Fang Tong was a little calm. He hurriedly said, "we didn't hide anything! That's the fact. The poem was indeed written by Bingzheng, because Dumu white people are dead, so it's inevitable to be afraid to mention it now. After all, the dead can't be offended."

That's a good reason.

Jing Rong smiled and didn't believe it at all.

He has seen more people than they eat salt. People are ghosts. He can see some of them in the end.

But without evidence, it's not easy to ask.

But the smile on the corner of his mouth made Fang Tong laugh. They didn't dare to look directly at him and immediately moved their eyes away.

Then Fang Tong added: "Bingzheng knows the matter best. After all, Du mubai stole his poems."

He threw the whole thing back to Bingzheng intact.

Under the gaze of the crowd——

Bingzheng suddenly read a poem.

"In April, the catkins are flying. The old people smell the spring rain in front of the lake, and the small bridge has the south of the Yangtze River."

Huh?

After reading——

Bingzheng said, "this is my poem."

In April, the catkins are flying. The old people smell the spring rain in front of the lake, and the small bridge has the south of the Yangtze River. Very artistic conception!