MTL - Journey To the World of Film and Television-Chapter 32 I'm your sister

  Chapter 32 Because I am your sister

   There are eight inspection institutes.

Shadow looked at the continuously burning rice paper in the stove, and said to Xuan Jiu in front of the desk: "Master Dean said, don't spread the matter of imitating Lin Gong's handwriting, and Zhang Daqian's family should not cover it in secret, the dean has sent someone to arrest his concubine son. Send it to Nanjun, if other people seek revenge for Lin Xiang, then let him go."

   Xuan Jiu, the host of the Eighth Office, closed his eyes slightly, put down the wolf hair in his hand, and sighed: "I understand."

   If His Majesty wants the Inspection and Investigation Institute to close the case, the Inspection and Investigation Institute must find a reasonable 'truth' to show to the world. As for why Chen Pingping poured the dirty water of colluding with the Northern Qi Dynasty on Lin Gong?

   Is this… important?

  ………

   "Master Xiang. This!"

  Yuan Hongdao took the secret letter from Prime Minister Lin and combined it with the case files of the Forensic and Investigation Institute, he couldn't believe it but had to believe it.

   "In this way, the second son was deceived by the villain and stole Zhou Ji's sword box, but was silenced by Langtao."

   "And Cheng Jushu miscalculated Zhou Ji's strength, even if he didn't have the weapon in hand, he would kill him with one move!"

  Yuan Hongdao combined the existing information and deduced the most reasonable answer.

  Of course, the so-called 'deceived by villains' is just the beautification of words. Both the secret letter and the case file show the reality of Lin Gong's collusion with Northern Qi.

  Lin Xiang leaned on the table and the case was precarious, his face was alternately bitter and sad, mixed with shame, anger and anger, with mixed feelings.

   "Is this the truth that the old man wants?" Lin Xiangqiang walked to the coffin, looked at the jade ornaments that had been burned and cracked, and said bitterly: "Gong'er, Gong'er, how can you be so unwise!"

  Fan Xian is your brother-in-law, if you don't like it, I will find a way to call off the marriage.

  How could he collude with outsiders and come up with such a stupid trick?

  Northern Qi Zhongzhong is so scheming, what you do is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger!

"What you want is to let Fan Xian die, but you don't know that the death of both of you will completely make our two families forge a death feud, and we will be at odds from now on. This is in the best interest of his Northern Qi." Lin Xiang's voice became lower and lower, his hands clenched Holding the edge of the coffin, his fingertips turned white. "Wolf peach! Beiqi! Heavy!"

Yuan Hongdao still had some doubts in his heart, but seeing that Prime Minister Lin had made a final conclusion, he didn't say much. The reason for seeking the truth was to ask for peace of mind, but if the investigation continued, the scandal between Lin Gong and Bei Qi would definitely not be concealed. Detonating the capital and even the whole of Nanqing, I am afraid that even Prime Minister Lin himself will be implicated.

  The case ends here, to save Lin Gong the last bit of face.

   It must be for this purpose that the Appraisal Institute sent the case.

  Fan Xian sent Prime Minister Lin away, then returned to his small courtyard, found Fan Ruoruo who was in a daze in the courtyard, and smiled, "What are you thinking about?"

   "Brother, I'm thinking of the story of Liang Zhu that you told me when I was young."

  Fan Ruoruo didn't look back. Usually she was either smart, or gentle and generous. Fan Xian had never seen her look so sad, as if she had walked out of his book The Red Chamber.

"When did Ruoruo change her surname to Lin?" Fan Xian squatted beside Fan Ruoruo, looking at a brightly blooming rose, thinking that Wan'er's tuberculosis was almost cured, and she could prepare some green plants to send to her later. I must be very happy.

   "I'm not Lin Daiyu." Fan Ruoruo gave Fan Xian a blank look, and said softly, "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"

  Fan Xian coughed lightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed for some reason, and said carefully, "Ruoruo, what do you think of Zhou Ji?"

   "Very good, what's the matter?" Fan Ruoruo thought that Fan Xian would mention Zhou Ji, so he said openly, "Brother, if you have anything to do, just tell me, don't beat around the bush like Aunt Liu."

  Fan Xian nodded in agreement, and then asked directly, "Do you like Zhou Ji?"

   "Huh?" Fan Ruoruo didn't expect Fan Xian to be so direct, a blush spread from his cheeks to his ears, and his voice raised an octave, "Can't you be more tactful! This is too direct!"

   "Didn't you tell me to say it straight?" Fan Xian couldn't laugh or cry, and waved his hands, "Answer me, what exactly are you thinking?"

"I don't know either." Fan Ruoruo lowered her head, her voice completely lost the aura just now, and said in a low voice, "At Yishiju, my brother suddenly lost his composure when he heard "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". You met him once, but you decided that he was your best friend."

"Later, I experienced a series of things. I often watched you chatting and playing with you. Gradually, I began to transfer my trust in my brother to him." Speaking of this, Fan Ruoruo carefully glanced at Fan Xian, seeing his expression There was a change, and he quickly made amends: "Of course, I still trust my brother unconditionally now. Trusting him is different from trusting you."

   "I can't tell the difference, I just want to see him more, even if it's just a daze together, I think it's very interesting."

  The more Fan Xian listened, the more uncomfortable he became. From Fan Ruoruo's spring-like eyes, he saw something called 'first love'.

  He also has this kind of thing. Fortunately, his first love has become an unmarried wife.

"Is this love?" Fan Ruoruo talked about the details of her and Zhou Ji. Even though there was not much interaction and intersection between the two, there was always an inexplicable beautification filter in her narration, which made Fan Xian Shake your head straight.

   Is the perfect and beautiful man you are talking about, or the twisted Zhou Ji he knew?

  Dang Duan was constantly being disturbed by it. Fan Xian already knew Zhou Ji's plan to go to the temple, and also vaguely felt that Zhou Ji would come to say goodbye to him sooner or later.

   It's not too late.

   After a long silence, Fan Xian finally shattered the girl's fantasy, and said in a deep voice, "What if he doesn't like you?"

   "Why doesn't he like me?" Fan Ruoruo asked back.

  Since Fan Xian came back in the morning, she was hesitant to speak to her, she knew that the matter of discussion must have something to do with Zhou Ji, so she was here in a daze while accumulating courage.

  Fan Xian opened his mouth and said another way: "You guys are not suitable?"

   "Where is it inappropriate?" Fan Ruoruo asked again.

  Fan Xian couldn't answer the two questions, so he could only put it another way: "He said it himself."

  Fan Ruoruo snorted coldly, stood up, raised her head and said, "You let him come and tell me in person."

   "Then why do you think he likes you? Why are you two suitable?!" Fan Xian had no experience in persuading people to break up, and was forced to do nothing by a series of rhetorical questions. He stood up and said with a doll.

"Because I'm good-looking, I'm knowledgeable, I can make pastries for him, I can go shopping with him, I can see the coldness in his heart, I can feel that he is just like you loneliness"

   "Because I'm your sister!" Fan Ruoruo said aggressively, and every time she said a word, she took a step forward until she forced Fan Xian to the wall.

  Fan Xian's scalp was numb, and he couldn't refute a word.

  Zhou Ji, you can solve your own troubles yourself, I don’t care!

   Phew! No, my sister is not troublesome.

   Next week, we will try the water push, the popular recommendation of the web channel + the popular serialization of the client channel.

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