My Lady Is Not A Demon

"I'm sorry you two, I have kept you waiting for a long time."

But after a while, Mr. Ruan, dressed in a green shirt, returned to the house and apologized to the cupped hands of Chen Mu and Yun Zhiyue who were sitting in the chairs drinking tea.

Chen Mu put down the tea cup, got up and smiled: "It's okay, we should be sorry to disturb Mr."

"If Chen catches the head, I hope you can come every day."

Mr. Ruan motioned to Chen Mu to sit down, and personally added tea and said in a joke, "Maybe I can bring a few more poems so I can feast my eyes."

"Then you can only take a chance."

Chen Mu smiled, staring at the most talented gentleman in the college in front of him, his eyes flashing with inexplicable emotions.

Although Mr. Ruan is in his forties, the gentleness that he exudes is quite charming.

It is said that young girls like the vicissitudes of the uncle.

With Mr. Ruan's talent and temperament, even two or three years old is likely to attract the favor of many women.

"I don't know what the so-called Chen Catou came here today."

Mr. Ruan asked curiously.

Chen Mu gently scratched the edge of the wooden table with his fingers, and said in a calm tone: "It's like this, I wonder if Mr. Ruan remembers the poem conference held by Qin Academy on November 19 last year."

The teacup that Mr. Ruan held took abruptly, and his sharp eyes shot directly at Chen Mu.

Like a cold sword.

It's cold to the bone.

But after a short while, he returned to normal.

Frowning for a while, he asked suspiciously, "Last year's Poetry Conference...You were talking about the night Liu Xiangjun died?"

Chen Mu, who had been staring at the other side's expression, smiled and nodded: "Yes, it was that night."

"Why did Chen catch the head mention this again?"

Mr. Ruan is puzzled.

Chen Mu leaned his back on the chair and said lightly: "I have some new investigations into the case of Liu Xiangjun falling into the water, so I want to ask Mr. Ruan about the specific situation that night."

"What's wrong? Xiang... Didn't Liu Xiangjun fall into the water accidentally?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Ruan looked confused.

He put the teacup back on the table, thought about it, and picked it up again, filtering the tea gently with the lid.

The tea water rippled round and round, twirling the thin leaves.

Just like his state of mind at the moment.

Chen Mu sighed: "I'm afraid there is still inside information. I can't say more here. I just hope that Mr. Ruan can tell me what you know. For example, who did Liu Xiangjun meet at the time, or what did she do?"

Mr. Ruan was silent for a long time, then spoke softly:

"Actually, I don't know much. After all, I am not very familiar with Liu Xiangjun, but I can still remember some of the circumstances that night.

Our Qin Academy organized that poem conference, and invited the girl from Ju Chunlou to sing a lively atmosphere.

Originally, we also invited Miss Xue, but it was a pity that she did not come that night.

On the contrary, Miss Liu Xiangjun is more active than usual. She seems very happy, even..."

Mr. Ruan paused and said helplessly, "We even invited many men to drink with her. You must know that according to Ms. Liu's past temperament, those men have no chance to get close to her.

Later Miss Liu got drunk, I remember Yuan Xinger and other girls took care of her.

Unfortunately, an accident happened at the end of the poem conference.

At that time, Xing'er Yuan and the other girls said goodbye to the people on the shore outside the cabin, but ignored the drunken Miss Liu in the cabin.

Because the mezzanine at both ends of the cabin was opened at that time, Miss Liu may have climbed to the rear cabin when she was vomiting. She accidentally fell into the water and died when she was rescued ashore. "

After finishing speaking, Mr. Ruan sighed long: "It's a pity a beautiful woman."

Chen Mu remained silent for a long time after listening.

The brain, like the blades of a blower, spins fast, analyzing the situation at that time.

It's weird.

Judging from the tone described by Mr. Ruan, he is like a close bystander, but also a long-distance bystander standing on the shore.

He remembered some details very clearly, but some details were very general.

"Have you ever said anything strange, Liu Xiangjun."

Chen Mu asked again.

Mr. Ruan laughed and shook his head: "I don't know this, and it's hard to remember."

"Did Mr. Ruan drink with Miss Liu?"

Chen Mu frowned.

Mr. Ruan quietly watched the heat lingering in the teacup, shaking his head and smiling bitterly:

"That's not the case. To put it a bit too much, I am not very interested in women in the dust. Of course, I have accompanied my friends to Ju Chun Tower several times, just for entertainment."

"I see."

Chen Mu nodded suddenly, but he was quite slanderous in his heart.

not interested?

Not interested in what you do with other girls?

"Oh, right."

Mr. Ruan suddenly thought of something, his face turned straight, and he changed the subject, "It just so happens that you are here today. I have something to tell you, so that I won't go to you personally."

"whats the matter?"

He understands that the other party is deliberately avoiding the topic.

But very curious.

Mr. Ruan lowered his voice: "The poem you gave before caused some trouble. Although we have reserved this trouble, it is still used for hype."

"Use hype? What do you mean?"

Chen Mu had a bad feeling.

Mr. Lu said bitterly: "This poem has basically spread throughout most of the world, including the capital. People who have done a good job have used this poem as an article and fabricated some rumors to criticize the Queen Mother.

Some say that the nameless Daoist is an old minister oppressed by the Queen Mother, and others say that he is a depressed talent who has been repeatedly ignored by the Queen Mother.

There are even rumors that this man intended to assist the emperor, but was demoted by the queen mother.

In short, some forces secretly contributed to the flames, and began to question that the Queen Mother was not recruiting talents like the rumors, and deliberately suppressing the emperor..."

Chen Mu's face became difficult to look.

This completely exceeded his expectations.

If he had known it long ago, he would not be so reckless, at least he should copy a poem with a low profile.

But at the same time he felt a burst of refreshment inexplicably.

A poem can stir the court situation, and it is really cool.

"According to the news in the palace, the Queen Mother was also furious with Thunder, and sent Charon to investigate the matter and also looked for the unknown Daoist."

Mr. Ruan said, "Chen catches his head, you will also be investigated at that time, in short, you still have to deal with it carefully."

Chen Mu frowned.

Sure enough, I am now stuck in bad luck.

Not to mention the emperor, now even the queen mother is provoked, the rhythm of death in minutes.

Looking at Mr. Ruan's worried expression, Chen Mu smiled relievedly: "Don't worry, I'm just a passerby beside the nameless Daoist."

"That's good."

Mr. Ruan also laughed.

After the other party interrupted like this, Chen Mu didn't know how to continue to ask, so he asked some piecemeal questions, and got up to say goodbye to Yun Zhiyue.

After sending both Chen and Mu out of the Qin Academy, Mr. Ruan returned to the house.

He looked at the half-painted landscape on the table, and he didn't say anything for a long time. He didn't know how long it took before he picked up the pen again and dipped it in the ink.

I held the green pen but did not fall until a drop of ink fell on the paper.

He frowned, crumpled the unfinished paintings into a ball and threw them on the ground, turned around and took out a stack of paintings from the bookcase and looked through them carefully.

Looks complicated.

There is only one woman in all the paintings-Liu Xiangjun.

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