Chapter 173: Sima Zhao's heart

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Yan Yan slammed two times, closed his eyes and ignored him, but his heart was thinking, is it really scary? When I think of it, it’s strange to be a criminal policeman who dares to be close to her.
Lei Guang is now, and the house is white. Late Green and Song Blue light up the interior lights.
For a long while, Yan Yancai stared at Xiao Yu. "Is it really terrible?"
Xiao Yu bent his lips and answered the question: "This is very good."
Although Yan Yan is cold, she is always true. People who know how to appreciate can know her good, and people who don't understand will probably be stabbed by her honesty.
The warm and mellow lights slowly light up. Xiao Yan saw the songs of "Guan Shan Yue" on the top of the scene. He reached out and smiled. "The fascia is full of thousands of scorpions. Only the mountains are beautiful. Changan West goes to Guanshan, the jungle. It stretches over the green. The sunrise is in the vast sea of ​​clouds, the snow is far away from the west of the west, the atmosphere is majestic, and the mind is open. The rain and bamboo are flowing, and the stream is more beautiful."
Xiao Yu is very interested in seeing Yan Yan, and her eyes are more and more smiling. "It’s even more peculiar. There are grasslands in the mountains, you can drive horses and gallop, and the grass walks, it’s wonderful."

Really?
Yan Yan rarely paid attention to such information in the past, and also vaguely knew the famous name of
Guanshanyue and Bohai Snow
.
Xiao Yujiu, seriously said: "Is it necessary for the seventeen mothers to go and enjoy the scenery together?"

Is it ok?
Yan Yan is a niece of the singer, and now she is about to live in her uncle’s home. Naturally, she can’t go anywhere. If there are more than a few gates of the family, Lang Junniang, together, it may be possible, "but you are a criminal minister, not very busy?"
"Yeah, very busy." Xiao Yu said with a sigh of relief: "However, the court officials have a month of marriage leave..."
Yan Yan stunned, and immediately pulled a piece of clothing and lost it. "Insidious!"
Xiao Xiao laughed loudly. He pulled off his clothes and quickly checked the wound on her arm. When he saw that there was no serious problem, he relaxed his breath. "There is a saying that it is not too late to avenge a decade, and no one will judge the situation."
Yan Yan glared at him, and immediately applied it, faintly said: "Well, I have to write down this sentence."
"Adding interest is also possible." Xiao Yu took a piece of paper from a few times and wrote a standard case on it. It was similar to a certain day in a certain day. Under certain circumstances, Xiao Yu said something cool. Roaring seventeen mothers, there are two people, a physical evidence... Finally, the "murderer" pleaded guilty.
Yan Yan looked at the paper and couldn't help but laugh.
The orange light in the room reveals the warmth and softness in the rain curtain that connects the sky.
There are no pedestrians on the streets of Jushui County. It is clear that the rain is screaming, but it has a illusion of silence to suffocation.
At the entrance of a dead lane, a plain clothes stand with a dilapidated oil-paper umbrella, and the woman is tall and thin and has a long face. There was heavy rain outside the umbrella. Her cheeks were covered with water stains and the clothes were wet.
"Jiro..." she murmured, a smile on her face, "only one..."
The sky was abrupt, the pale color illuminates the face of Luo Ling, and then the thunder screamed. She was amazed, as if she had come back to the temple, and stood in the lane for a moment before she traveled to the home of the city. Go.
The rain was so heavy that the afternoon was very short and it was very dark.
Xiao Yu accompanied Yan Yan to say an afternoon, most of the time Xiao Yu said, Yan Yan a reluctant expression.
At dinner time, the hospital suddenly rioted, and then Feng County ordered a rush to come in, "Xiao Shilang, Xiao Shilang."
Xiao Yu’s heart rose and got up and went out.
Although Feng Xianling was wearing an umbrella, his body was already soaked, and the water was dripping on his head. When he saw Xiao Yu, he quickly said: "The lower official is rude and rushed into the hospital..."
"Say business." Xiao Yu faintly interrupted his words.
"Yes, yes!" Feng County ordered almost yelling in the heavy rain. "Returning to Xiao Shilang, one more dead! After being identified, Wang Si, who lives in Luoyang, died on the river bank ten miles away. Hacked."
Xiao Yu’s eyebrows swelled, and the lightning flashed brightly to illuminate the heavens and the earth.
Feng Xianling was looking up and waiting for instructions. In an instant, he saw that Xiao Yu’s face was cold, as if he had the thunder and the thunder, and it was even more terrible than the thunder of the ear. Don't dare to say more than one word at the moment.
"Go to the scene." Xiao Yu's voice has not fallen, people have entered the rain.
Feng County ordered a busy umbrella, but Xiao Yu was taller than him. He was tall and long, and he was left behind in a few steps.
The sound of the hooves sounded outside the shutter, and it gradually went away.
The evening green stood outside, holding an umbrella in his hand, and squatting for a long while, she couldn't believe it. The sulky person would be a funny singer who laughed and laughed at her own mother.
The cold wind blew into the house, and the night green hit a squat and hurried into the inner room. "Mother, Xiao Langjun was in a hurry, and the slave's umbrella was not delivered."
"That's it." Yan Yan was a little sleepy, and when she saw it, she got up and went to see if Xing Niang had fried the medicine.
The evening green was put on the umbrella, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Mother, you didn't see it, only Xiao Langjun was scary. What is his nickname, right, 'Changan ghost sees you', slaves feel this name or polite It’s up."
Yan Yan did not take it seriously: "This murderer is arrogant, and he has to stretch out his hand. Can he not worry?"
Late green jaw, when I was packing up, I took the "case" and asked: "Where is this thing?"
I felt a faint smile on my lips. "I look."
She only looked at a few eyes and did not look at it. At the moment, it seems that the case is written in a professional, well-organized and well-documented evidence. It is only blank in the criminal motive.
"Hey, it seems that I have to interrogate the criminal motives." Yan Yan regained her gaze.
Late green muttered: "Mother is usually very transparent, this will be confusing, this criminal motive has to be interrogated? Ming is Sima Zhao's well-known, the motive is: intend to swindle mother to be a wife."
Yan Yan suddenly felt the blood rushing up, rushed to the cheek, and coughed a few times. "Late green, you will save your point later."
"The slaves used to be subtle. The songs from the last song told the slaves that you were holding Xiao Langjun’s hand and asked 'is confession or teasing'. The slaves thought that the mother liked it." The evening green was a bit of fun, while the case was "Care carefully, put it with the peach blossom."
Yan Yan looked at the roof and packed the body. The heart of the song, the blue, usually looks serious, how can it gossip?
"Mother..." The mood of late green suddenly fell a lot. "Can you speak blue?"
Yan Yan retracted her mind. "Her vocal cords have recovered almost. They should be able to make a sound. Maybe she hasn't talked for a long time, forget how to make a sound, usually let her practice with you... Come over, I will teach you..."
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