The little girl of the general's house

Chapter 1417

"Go in and talk!" Lu Zheng immediately walked to the arresting room upon hearing this.

He took two steps forward, thought for a while, then suddenly turned around and asked Li Yujiao, "Together?"

Li Yujiao was looking at the paintings that Lu Zheng brought back with her chin propped up, she thought for a moment: "Go ahead, I'll take another look, I feel like I see something."

Lu Zheng hummed, and entered the arresting room together with the arrester.

Li Yujiao stayed in front of several paintings for a long time, always feeling that the colors of these paintings were not the same, but she touched them with her hands, but she couldn't feel anything unusual, nor could she smell any strange smells.

Where is the problem?
Or are there no problems with these paintings at all?
Li Yujiao couldn't understand it.

She has circled around these paintings several times, but still find nothing.

When she was starting a new round of circles, she suddenly heard Jing Zhong's voice in front of the corridor.

"Hey, Li Wuzuo, what are you looking at?"

When Li Yujiao heard this voice, she immediately beamed with joy.

Although she, Lu Zheng, and the bunch of rough men in the arresting room didn't know how to do it, Jing Zhong was a flirtatious, arty coquette.

So today she treated Jing Zhong with extra enthusiasm: "Morning, Jing Sizheng, what wind brought you here?"

Jing Zhong looked at Li Yujiao as if he was insane.

Even the pace of walking over there was a little hesitant.

Li Yujiao saw him chattering, so she went up to her and said, "What's the matter, Jing Sizheng? I didn't eat in the morning, and my walk is slower than that of a turtle."

Jing Zhong lowered his head and glanced at the hand that was pulling his arm, and smiled embarrassingly: "You... what's wrong?"

Li Yujiao smiled at him: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I just feel like I haven't seen Jing Sizheng for a few days."

Jing Zhong nodded: "Indeed, Dali Temple is really busy these days, I can't leave."

"Yeah, come here, come here and enjoy these paintings." Li Yujiao said while pulling Jing Zhong to the side of those paintings.

When Jing Zhong saw Li Yujiao's eyes full of expectation, the corners of his mouth twitched: "What are you doing? Did you act so abnormally just to let me look at the painting for you? Then you should have said it earlier, you don't have to be so overly enthusiastic, and I am too." I’ll be more than happy to help you see it.”

"Really?" Li Yujiao said perfunctorily, "It's not surprising that there are so many people, Jing Sizheng, please take a quick look to see if there is any mystery in this painting."

Jing Zhong also looked around like Li Yujiao, and clicked his tongue: "The painting is not bad, but I'm afraid I will disappoint you. There must be no mystery."

Li Yujiao frowned, pointed at the first painting and the second painting: "But don't you think the colors of these two paintings are different?"

"It's normal. Different batches of paint can't have exactly the same color. Due to the weather, or the length of storage, the colors displayed are different. I think it's okay."

"Okay." "But..."

"But what?"

"But this layman Linshan, I do know some things about him."

"What's the matter? Stop hiding it and say it quickly."

Jing Zhong couldn't help laughing: "As for being so nervous? Can I still run away?"

"Racing against time, this matter is related to the salary of our entire yamen, okay?"

"Really?" The smile on Jing Zhong's face became brighter, "Does that also include Lu Zheng's?"

(End of this chapter)