Chapter 137

Master Mingwu sat in the carriage, with a trace of compassion on his old face. He read a sutra and said softly, "all the dharmas in the world are related to one another. If master Liu has doubts about her, I have nothing to say if I don't question her face to face." The master said a Buddha ceremony, but he didn't speak again.

Liu Yuxin knows that he can't find out anything but to give up: "it's shallow, master, slow down."

Get off the curtain, the carriage slowly toward the outside of the city.

Liu Yu turned back and looked at the magnificent gold and lacquer plaque on the gate of Xiangfu. There was something ominous in his heart, as if something important was going to happen.

Liu Wei goes back to huaiyue yard. All the servant girls in the first room are waiting for her in the yard. They are relieved to see her come back completely.

Emerald is young and has always been loved by the eldest lady. At this moment, emerald is pushed out by all the sisters. She walked carefully to the eldest lady and said timidly, "Miss, the elder sister named Yihui said, you beat mother Qin?"

As soon as these maids entered the mansion, they were placed under mother Qin's hand and waiting for distribution. So before entering the house of huaiyue, they only recognized one mother Qin. However, they know that mother Qin is said to be the old slave servant brought by the old lady from her mother's home. Because she was old and didn't comb herself like mother Yang, she was chosen by the old lady to get married, and then she worked outside.

In other words, one day's master servant, the whole life's master servant, mother Qin is the old lady's old man, so there is an old lady as a backer. The old lady has beaten people, and I heard that she has fainted. Isn't that to offend the old lady?

The little servant girls are very afraid, for fear that someone will come to the door next second.

Liu Wei looked at their timidity and smiled, "it's not me, it's the master's order."

The little maids were relieved at once. They said that the eldest lady was soft and weak. How could she hit someone? It was the idea of the master and the eldest young master. That was not about their huaiyue hospital.

The sadness in my heart was relieved, and several servant girls were alive again.

Liu Wei takes ling'er to yue'er's room. Yue'er lies on the bed. Seeing the eldest lady coming, she remembers to salute.

Liu Wei holds down Yueer and doesn't let her move: "have a good rest."

Yue'er asked anxiously, "I'm afraid that the eldest lady will not be afraid to offend mother Qin tomorrow..."

"I'll worry about these things. You can take good care of yourself first, and then you can use it to your time."

Read son biting lip, although still uneasy, but somehow obediently lie down.

Coming out of Yueer's room, I saw Yihui standing in the red corridor with a bruised face.

See Liu Wei come out, also Hui then plops a kneel down, thank again and again!

The girl swore that she would be loyal to her in the future. She would never give up her mind. More importantly, she would comb herself and never marry. She would serve her all her life to the old age to repay the kindness of saving her life.

Liu Wei has a little headache. She brings Yihui to her side. It's not pure kindness, but purpose. She wants to use her to lead out the murderer behind the scenes.

At the moment, Yihui is so sincere and serious, but Liu Wei is a little embarrassed.

Call Yihui and take her to the room.

Liu Wei first gave Yihui two bottles of medicine, let Yihui go back to apply the medicine, and then led Yihui to the table and asked her what happened to the wounds on those clothes.

Although Yihui did not know why the eldest lady asked her this, she still answered one by one honestly.

Liu Wei asks Yihui to apply the medicine, then closes the door and orders no one to come in.

After closing the door, Liu Wei went to the window, opened a small gap in the window, and placed a basin of pink blue camellia on the windowsill.

But for a while, the wind was howling outside, then the windows were swaying, and when we were back, there were two more people in the room.

Two dark Wei eyebrows sharp, expression serious, to Liu Wei Gongshou salute: "Mr. Liu."

Liu Wei said straightly, "I already know that a man has run away, but you have dealt with him, and there are always some discoveries. Let's listen."

They looked at each other, and one of them said, "the man is five to six feet tall, in his thirties, dark, beardless, and treacherous. His kung fu is not Central Plains Kung Fu, but maybe a foreigner. We have recorded his face to face, and we will recognize him next time we meet."

Liu Wei took out a charcoal pen and rice paper, spread the paper on the table, and said: "it's not enough for you to recognize it. What kind of eyes are big or small? Is the nose high or flat? Say it more carefully. "

Two dark Wei thought Liu Wei wanted to draw a wanted image, but why not use a brush to draw, but use charcoal?

They didn't understand, but thinking that Mr. Liu was eccentric and talked to the birds, they doubted and said all the features they remembered.

Liu Wei actually chased the murderer, but just after she was chased, she was blinded by the bat, so she could not see the color of the man's clothes but her appearance.

At this time, through what they said, Liu Wei drew his portrait.

Liu Wei has learned some criminal investigation portraits, so when she inquired, she was very skillful. The words and sentences of ancient human appearance were too general, so it was absolutely not the same when she drew them. So the professional vocabulary she used, together with guidance, came out in less than half an hour.When the pen was closed, Liu Wei blew on the paper, blew away the soot, picked up the rice paper and looked at it, then turned to let the two see: "is that so?"

They had been careless, because they thought that if charcoal could draw a picture, the mud could make a man. But when they saw the lifelike, real-life human figure, they were so shocked that they could not close their mouths.

They hoarse their throats and stare at the rice paper, as if they could see a flower!

Liu Wei looked at their silence, looked askance at his paintings, smacked his lips and said, "don't you like it?" He said, throwing the portrait aside and laying a new piece of paper: "it's OK, redraw, you can tell me more."

"No, no, no, it's very similar!" Standing on the right, the dark guard watched the portrait fall to the ground, hurriedly picked it up, shook the dust that didn't exist on it, and found that he was a little fussy, so he said dryly, "very, very similar."

Liu Wei asked uncertainly, "really?"

"Really."

"How many images are there?"

Two people wry smile, although do not want to admit, still say: "ten, ten."

For them, this is indeed a ten image, just like the living people are on the paper, at least compared with the wanted images of their yamen painters, they don't know how many times.

Liu Wei looked at their expressions, not like lying, and said: "then take this picture back to your Duwei, and let him remember the killer's appearance. Next time you see him, don't lose him again."

The two dark guards blushed. Today, they lost the man. The man went into the Xiangfu, hiding in the East and running in the West. They could hardly find anyone. At the critical moment, thanks to Mr. Liu's timely appearance, they followed the murderer. They also saw Mr. Liu's trace from afar, and then came along, blocking the murderer's hand in a wasteland.

I thought this would catch people. Unexpectedly, a group of bats came out in the middle and let life go.