The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

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Nanzhen Fusi is notorious, and the iron-clad people will never get a restful sleep if they enter here. But Wang Yanqing slept peacefully this time, probably because his body was full of his breath.

She slept enough to wake up, and unexpectedly found that it was still early, and the hall was empty. Wang Yanqing sat up hugging the quilt, not understanding what was going on.

What about Lu Heng?

Wang Yanqing slept in her clothes yesterday, and it was very convenient to get up. She tangled her hair again and looked at the silent hall, not sure what to do.

She knew very little about Nanzhen Fusi, where should she go to find him? If you stay here, this is the government office after all, what if someone comes in to look for Lu Heng?

Wang Yanqing hesitated, the door was pushed open. Lu Heng came in from outside, saw that she had woken up, and signaled his subordinates to stop. He closed the door, walked to Wang Yanqing's side, and asked, "Why didn't you sleep, why did you wake up so early?"

Wang Yanqing felt that it was enough for her to fall asleep in Nanzhen Fusi last night. If she sleeps late, I am afraid it is not the psychological quality of human beings. Wang Yanqing asked, "Brother, did you just go out?"

Lu Heng didn't want to burden her, so he said vaguely, "Just go out for a walk."

Looking at the dew on Lu Heng's clothes, he had obviously been out for a long time. Wang Yanqing couldn't help but sigh, "When do you go to bed and wake up every day?"

It was clear that Lu Heng slept later than her last night, but when he woke up this morning, Lu Heng was nowhere to be seen, doesn't he need to sleep at all? Wang Yanqing really didn't understand, how could he be so energetic and lively with such a high degree of work and lack of sleep?

Lu Heng stepped forward with a smile and gently held her sun xué: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Wang Yanqing nodded, but his expression was still a little sluggish. Lu Heng said, "It was inconvenient for me to leave yesterday. It's hard for you. Do you want to have breakfast here, or go back?"

Wang Yanqing didn't even think about it, and said directly, "Go back."

Lu Heng had brought the witnesses and evidence back to the Nanzhen Fusi. He also mastered Ji Huan, who was in contact with the Marquis of Wuding, and Jian Yun, who wrote the book. It couldn't be easier to ask something. The most important step has been completed, and the next step is nothing more than sorting out the manuscript and interrogating the clichés. Lu Heng was light-hearted, and accompanied Wang Yanqing home quite leisurely. After breakfast at Lu's residence, he would return to Nanzhen Fusi as an errand.

In order to accompany Wang Yanqing on the road, Lu Heng did not ride a horse, but took a car instead. Lu Heng held Wang Yanqing's icy hand and asked, "There is still a long way to go home, do you want to sleep first?"

Wang Yanqing shook his head. It was autumn and the morning light was cold. Wang Yanqing was shocked by the cold wind and was completely awake. Wang Yanqing asked, "Brother, is your business done?"

Lu Heng nodded with a smile, looking at his spirited appearance, it was obvious that everything went very well. Wang Yanqing had a premonition that his wish should be fulfilled again. Wang Yanqing was truly amazed. Everyone had a wish, but Lu Heng was able to turn his wish into a plan little by little, and fulfilled it satisfactorily. Wang Yanqing was astounded by this planning and action ability.

Wang Yanqing asked, "Can you tell me now, how did you determine that the person who wrote the book was Jian Yun?"

Lu Heng gave a soft "um", still thinking about how to make a condition, when Wang Yanqing suddenly hugged his neck and kissed the corner of his lips. Her movements were so light and fast that she pulled away, and Lu Heng hadn't reacted.

Lu Heng was stunned, Wang Yanqing asked in a low voice, "Is that enough?"

Lu Heng's mind finally recovered from the suspension of work, and he immediately followed the stick: "I never accept apprentices easily, how can this tuition be enough?"

Lu Heng hugged Wang Yanqing's waist for a long time to "charge", and finally he didn't want to stop. Wang Yanqing was out of breath, tidied up her messy clothes, and said angrily, "Are you going to tell me?"

"I said." Lu Heng is the person who knows the most about current affairs. When he needs to be tough, he is stiff, and when he needs to be soft, he immediately kneels. He said, "Actually, I also found it by accident. When you were looking at the bookshelf, I didn't intend to pick up the pen. I suddenly found that the ink table is placed on the left side. Depending on the degree of wear and tear of the desk, this is a place that is often used. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone must be placed in the most comfortable position. Especially when writing a book, you need to write a lot of words, and stretch it to the left side after each writing. To dip the ink, don't you bend your hand?"

Wang Yanqing recalled, after Lu Heng said this, it seemed that the ink table of the Han family was indeed placed on the left side of the paper. Wang Yanqing felt even more incredible: "How do you know she is left-handed?"

When Lu Heng just received the "Appreciation Ceremony", he took off the purse from her belt. Lu Heng was playing with his purse and suddenly said, "Qingqing, catch it."

Wang Yanqing subconsciously caught the flying kit, and when she held the thing, her face seemed to understand. Seeing that she understood, Lu Heng said, "When she first entered the room, she wiped away tears with her left hand. I didn't take it seriously at the time, but later I realized that the ink was on the left side of the paper, and I suddenly realized that something was wrong. So I used a paper ball. I tried it, and sure enough, she caught it with her left hand."

Wang Yanqing suddenly realized. Yesterday, she was wondering why Lu Heng would throw the evidence to the suspect. It turned out that he asked if the handwriting was fake, and it was true to distinguish the dominant hand. Wang Yanqing really admired it. When he first entered the door, he was mainly observing the environment, but he could even notice which hand the background characters used to wipe their tears. How terrifying it would be to fight with someone like Lu Heng.

Even Wang Yanqing remembered more. When she asked Jian Yun yesterday afternoon, every time she talked about writing a book, Jian Yun used "we". Wang Yanqing thought it was a bit strange at the time, but she didn't grasp the idea. Looking back now, it was clearly a subconscious term.