Lord Tao pondered for a moment, his face full of clarity: "Homedoon understands, did you not change according to the requirements of Master Jin, causing him to be in a coma? The three words "Huang Daxian" are used to refer to you. Zhang Ping, it seems that all the evidence is very unfavorable to you. What else do you have to say to defend me?"

Zhang Ping lowered his eyelids again: "The students have nothing to say."

Mrs. Jin kowtowed: "Please close the case quickly and avenge the husband of the civilian woman!"

Lord Tao stroked his beard, shook his head, and sighed. Wang Yan finally couldn't help but step forward: "Sir, I think there are still many doubts in this case. It's better to investigate it for a day or two, and maybe there will be more real evidence."

Lord Tao nodded slightly: "Well, let's leave the house today. Jin Li, don't worry, our department will definitely give you justice."

He was temporarily detained Zhang Ping in prison. Chen Chou was an accomplice and was released in the same hall. Jin Li left with the troupe in tears.

Lord Tao took the opportunity to explain his purpose, got Lord Tao's approval, and went to the file library to check the file.

Although this investigation was just a matter of style and could not be careless, it was almost evening before Lan Jue released the file library and informed Wang Yan of the results of the investigation.

Lan Jue sat on the side of the book and wrote the records of the archives, while Wang Yan stared at a bowl of tea and rubbed his temples.

Lan Jue couldn't help but smile and said, "Why did Mr. Wang sigh repeatedly?"

Wang Yan was angry and weak: "Oh, I've been chatting with Lord Shangshu for an afternoon of the case, and I'm having a headache."

Lan Jue dipped ink: "Sir Shangshu seems to have concluded that the screen is a criminal, why do you still have a headache?"

Wang Yan said: "Mr. Tao, our Lord, has always been cautious and prudent, and he is also afraid that he will make a mistake in the case, so he hesitated to make a decision."

Lan Jue said nothing. Today, Shangshu Tao's judgment of the case really opened his eyes. Unfortunately, the screen actually hit him in his hand. I wonder if it would turn into another unlucky wild soul at Caishikou.

Wang Yan took a sip of tea: "I think there is something else in this case, and the murderer may not be that Zhang Ping."

Lan Jue still didn't answer. When he finished writing the records, the ink was dry. Wang Yan stamped the seal and collected the archives department. Suddenly, he said, "Wear it, are you free tonight?"

Lan Jue said: "It's fine after returning to the Ministry of Commerce to file. Could it be that Mo Wen wants to treat me to a meal?"

Wang Yanxiu smiled and said, "It's better than eating. If you listen to a new drama, will you go?"

Lan Jue said: "Mr. Wang, if you want to investigate this case today, I will be a little unruly."

Wang Yan said: "It's the same as your Minister Lan's rules. Don't worry, I will definitely not cause trouble for you. I just ask you to help me. I'll ask you to have a play tonight, but can you sing in your mansion?"

At night, the water pavilion of Lan Shilang's mansion was hung with veils, the lights were bright, the breeze hit the curtain, and it was natural and cool. On the temporary platform, a scholar was pulling the lady and singing lingeringly: "My good sister, I have lost my heart in my mind these days. I don't want to have tea and food. I look at you every day in the pavilion. I wonder if you ever think of me..."

Lan Jue's back groove was sore, and Wang Yan shook his fan and said, "Oh, it's such a good place to listen to music."

The maid bowed to add tea, Lan Jue's eyes swept to a distance, and saw a corner of the fabric exposed behind the corridor column.

Lan Jue said in a deep voice: "Come out."

A small figure turned out from behind the pillar stiffly, lowered his head: "Dad." He saluted Wang Yan again.

Wang Yan smiled and said, "I haven't been to the mansion for a long time, and the man has grown a lot taller. I remember that his name is Lan Hui, come here to listen to the opera."

Lan Hui looked up happily, glanced at Lan Jue's face, and then quickly drooped his eyes.

Lan Jue said slowly, "You are still young now, and it is not suitable to watch this kind of love drama between men and women. Go back to your room to review the book, and go to bed after entering the room."

Lan Hui nodded and moved reluctantly. Lan Jue said again: "Have you eaten for dinner?"

Lan Hui whispered, "I've eaten it." He looked up at Lan Jue again, "Dad, uncle said, let me go over and eat rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival."

Lan Jue said: "Then you go there. Your cousin Tong's scientific exam this year. My father wants to avoid it, so he won't go with you."

Lan Hui nodded again, bowed to Lan Jue and Wang Yan, and was led back to the room by the manager.

Wang Yan sneered: "Peizhi, you're too tight to care about your son. The son is seven or eight years old this year. What's wrong with the show? The three wild monkeys in my family followed their grandmother to watch the show, and they haven't seen anything. They jumped all day long, and they just broke up the wall of the courtyard for me. They are indeed not as gentle as the son."

Lan Jue picked up the teacup and pounced Fuye: "I have never cared about him watching a show, but I have to watch a good show. With such a team and such a wild show, would you ask the men to go back to the mansion to listen to this?"

Wang Yan bowed: "I'm wrong. I'm really sorry to Minister Lan this time. If there is another turnaround in this case, I will thank you very much."

As he said this, the play on the stage had been finished. A servant came to his seat and beat Qian'er and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Lan and this master. I don't know if the two masters of the play just now are attracted by it. I report to the other two, the next episode is "The Moon Under the Meeting".

Lan Jue frowned: "This drama is just so normal. I don't need to sing the next episode. I'll take the roster of the drama and click another one."

The servant stepped down with fear and fear. After a moment, he came with a middle-aged man. The man was singing a clown with makeup on his face, and a snow-white nose was applied to the opera list. He said respectfully: "If the two masters don't like literary operas, the younger ones will sing another martial opera."

Lan Jue slowly flipped through the playlist: "I like to listen to literary operas. It's too noisy to listen to martial operas at night. But they are all talented men and beautiful women, so tired of listening to them. Is there anything new?"

The man nodded quickly: "Yes, yes! I wonder if adults like to listen to the dramas of gods and monsters. There is a "Golden Lady of Gujing", which is a scholar and a water ghost, and another "Fairy Resentment", which is a Cowherd and Weaver Girl, and there is a "Mei Niang", which is a fox fairy..."

Lan Jue said: "I think it's a female fox fairy. The scholar is still a bit old-fashioned when he meets a female fox fairy. Is there anything newer? It's like a young lady meeting a male fox fairy..."

The man's expression flashed for a moment and hesitated: "There is one, but one, but..."

Lan Jue raised his eyebrows: "Is it not convenient to sing in my mansion?"

The man hurriedly said, "How dare you? It's a blessing for the young people to sing opera in Lan's mansion for several lifetimes. However, this is a new opera, and it hasn't been written in the booklet yet. I have just been scheduled for a few days, and I'm afraid that the lyrics will be born and not sing well, so I'll be surprised."

Wang Yan said on the side: "No wonder, no wonder, just listen to a new drama."

Lan Jue closed the opera list: "Sing it and listen to it, even if you sing it wrong, it doesn't matter."

The man nodded repeatedly and stepped back with the servant.

Not long after, the play will begin. The play is called "Hulang". Wang Yan said: "Hulang Hulang, it should have been called weasel."

On the stage, a woman dressed in a lady lay on the couch, holding a round fan, and sang quietly: "It's spring again, and the spring flowers in the garden are full of spring. I looked at the spring scenery and I picked up the diamond glass. The person in the mirror never had a little spring color on his eyebrows..."

Lan Jue's teeth began to become sore again. The screen was so lurking that it could write a girl's love for spring so lively. It was indeed a person who could not behave like a person.

The lady in the play is named Yudie. She was eager for spring love and went to the temple to burn incense. The statue of the god in the hall suddenly spoke: "...I was originally a scattered immortal in the heavenly court. Occasionally, I went to the mortal world to see that you are sincere and firm in your heart, so I promise you a good marriage, and it is in the back garden at midnight..."

After Yudie returned home, she thought to herself: "A wooden sculpture statue with clay sculpture is so undescending. I am afraid that there are no immortals in the world, and someone pretends to be a god and tricks me."

Wang Yan said: "This woman suddenly became smart, but she was so smart that she couldn't sing the play."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yudie suddenly sang the lyrics on the stage: "It's really not right for me to think this way. Gods and immortals have the kind heart to save all living beings, and they have already enlightened me. How could I not go and meet the wish-fulfilling man given that day..."

So Yudie went to the back garden and met a young man wearing a mask. He was extremely fragrant all over. Although Yudie couldn't see his face, she was so numb by the fragrance that she committed herself to the man.

After a happy reunion, Yudie returned to the boudoir and began to sing: "Calm down and think carefully, I didn't feel that my whole body was cold. The human and ghosts were not determined, and the true or false were not clear. The fragrance was like a ecstasy soup, which made me bury my innocent, and I...

Behind the curtain, a head was poked out and whispered: "Wrong, wrong..."

Lan Jue raised his hand and stopped the show, calling the troupe's person, "Why did you say it wrong?"

The white-nosed man sucked for a while and stammered: "Sir, I'm not sure about it. This play was later changed. Our head teacher said that he had written it for the first time and then edited it again. He just sang the wrong lyrics and sang it as if he hadn't changed it. The young people deserve to die!"

Lan Jue said: "The first paragraph of Yudie who came back from the temple was wrong and sang it into an old lyrics. The later paragraph was the new lyrics that were sang at the beginning of the play, right?"

The white-nosed man crawled on the ground: "Yes, yes..."

Lan Jue had already seen that the jade butterfly had been holding the round fan in his hand and was covered with lyrics. He probably made a mistake in the old manuscript and then sang it wrong. He smiled and said, "Forget it, I was forced to sing it. It's a bit difficult for me to make a mistake. It's nothing to sing it. Let's continue sing."

The white-nosed man left with gratitude. The jade butterfly on the stage changed into a round fan and started singing again. The tune was still the same as the one before, but the lyrics completely changed.

"Calm down and think carefully. After thinking about it, they are all my husbands. Hu Lang, you must be an immortal, so that I can hold my heart. Hu Lang, I wish that the day will turn into night tomorrow and see you again..."

Yudie and Hu Lang secretly fell in love for several days, but Yudie suddenly found that Hu Lang was a little wrong.

On another lingering night, Yudie asked: "Lang, why do you have a tail?"

Hu Lang finally admitted: "I shouldn't have deceived you. Actually, I am a fox, not an immortal."

Hu Lang said that it was a fox that wanted to become an immortal, and was obsessed with the beauty of the jade butterfly, so he met her every night. Hu Lang also said that the rich fragrance on his body was to hide the fox's slut.

Yudie held the fan in front of her eyes and sang softly: "...The ecstasy fragrance is quite good for this reason, but why did she refuse to let me see your true face? Could it be that she is still cheating me..."

Yudie suddenly paused, took two steps back and quickly reached the side of the curtain, and turned around in a pretentious manner. When Hu Lang held her shoulder and turned her around, the butterfly-playing peony fan in her hand had turned into a dragonfly perched on the lotus.

Lan Jue couldn't help but smile.

Yudie sang to Hu Lang affectionately: "You don't have to deceive me. Even if you are a fox or an immortal, my heart for you will remain unchanged..."

The next day, Yudie's married sister returned to her parents' home. Yudie told her that she fell in love with a fairy and was about to leave with him. She also said, Sister, if I cannot be filial to my parents, please apologize to them on my behalf and don't blame me.

My sister only thought Yudie was talking in her sleep. A few days later, her family suddenly found that Yudie was missing, leaving only a letter and a sachet.

In the mountains and forests, Jade butterfly and Hu Lang snuggled in front of the flowers.

After the opera was finished, it was nearly four o'clock. Lan Jue ordered someone to give a generous gift to the opera troupe. Wang Yan murmured: "I'm afraid that this case was really not done by Zhang Ping."
Chapter completed!