The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Wang Yanqing nodded, no wonder Lu Heng stayed by the couch for so long at that time, so he was restoring the scene at that time. Wang Yanqing asked, "So, those scratches on the edge of the couch are also related to Liang Rong's death?"

Lu Heng said lightly, "You can't draw conclusions too early before you see the body. However, those scratches are thin and deep, with slight rolling marks, which should be fingernails in thickness. There are traces of wetness. At that time, the tea cup should have been placed on the couch, and it was knocked over. The tea soaked the book, and part of it flowed down the legs of the table to the couch. Although the table was wiped several times, they forgot Clean up the couch below. According to these traces, Liang Rong should have been killed while lying on the couch, struggling before dying, with scratches on the edge. The muffled sounds that Liang Fu heard should be the movements of Liang Rong's struggle. "

After Lu Heng finished speaking, he went around Wang Yanqing's hair and casually added: "Of course, this is just my guess, and the specific evidence will have to wait for the body to come out."

"This is already very powerful." Wang Yanqing responded with admiration, thinking of herself, she said with some discouragement, "I went to the study with you, but I only saw the surface and found nothing, unlike the second brother, Even the process of committing the crime is almost out. The second brother is so capable of investigating, why do you still need me?"

Lu Heng let out a low laugh, moved his palms up, rubbed the top of Wang Yanqing's head, and said, "Qingqing looks at me highly, and the case handling is based on experience. After seeing more, you will naturally notice it. It's not like Qingqing, dòng Cha Qiuhao is very talented."

"You're coaxing me again."

Lu Heng lowered his head and saw the beauty lying beside his legs, with jade-like skin and black hair hanging down beside the couch, with a few strands tangled on his clothes. It was a gesture of complete trust and defense, and she lowered her eyes, bit her lip slightly, and felt guilty for not being able to help him.

Lu Heng suddenly understood why Fu Tingzhou hid her for ten years. If he has such a "sister", he must be careful to store it and place it properly so that outsiders will not have the slightest chance.

"How could that be?" Lu Heng said slowly, his fingers lingering from his hair to her cheek, slowly sketching the arc of her profile, "solving a case is not the work of one person, investigation, interrogation, and arrest have their own responsibilities. You have your use, You have to believe in yourself."

"real?"

"Really." After Lu Heng finished speaking, he covered Wang Yanqing's eyes with his palms, and said, "Other girls listen to the stories of talented and beautiful women before going to bed. It's better for you to ask all these murderous things. I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, You should go to sleep."

His eyes covered Lu Heng's palm, his nose was lingering with his breath, and he, sitting not far from her, had an extremely strong presence. Wang Yanqing felt very relieved for no reason, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

Wang Yanqing's breathing gradually calmed down, and Lu Heng retracted his hand and watched her silently under the light. He originally thought that Wang Yanqing, a girl's house, would not be safe in the Jinyi Guardhouse, which was full of men, so he let her stay in his room. Thinking about it now, it might be the most unsafe to be by his side.

Lu Heng put his hand on his knee and stared at the light a little dazedly. He is twenty-two years old this year. This age is very young for officialdom, but it is too late for starting a family and starting a business. Because he has not married a wife for a long time, there are a lot of speculations in private in the capital. There are many rumors such as being masculine, not holding up, and having perverted hobbies among people. Some people even say that he has done a lot of immoral things, so he has children. There is a shortage, and it is destined to fail.

Lu Heng knew all about it, but he didn't bother to pay attention. He didn't marry a wife, simply because he didn't want to get married. It happened that he met Shouxiao this year, so he pushed back again.

The benefits of not marrying a wife are very real. He doesn't like being pinned down, and he doesn't like bào showing his weakness. With a family, he has set a target that everyone knows. Yue's family is smart, but if his father-in-law is stupid, he will In turn drag him down. Moreover, the emperor's heart is suspicious and the party is fierce. He doesn't want to destroy the balance he finally established because of a woman. Most importantly, Lu Heng believed from the bottom of his heart that he could not trust people in this life.

He couldn't even trust the parents who gave birth to him, how could he sleep peacefully beside another strange woman and reveal all his words and deeds in front of her? He intrigues with the emperor in the courtroom, and infights with the minister in Nanzhen.

Most of the wives he married were also noble ladies whose fathers and brothers held great power. This kind of noble lady has been brainwashed by her family since she was a child, and she always thinks of her parents' family in any way. And Lu Heng has a special status and is most taboo to leak news. He just wants to have a different dream with a woman and test each other, and he feels less interested.

There are many advantages of not having a wife, but none of the advantages of having a wife. Lu Heng knew himself very well. Since he couldn't believe it, he might as well not marry him. But now, he felt Wang Yanqing's shallow breathing, the faint warm fragrance on his body, leaning on his leg in a completely trusting gesture, thinking that maybe getting a wife may not be without benefits.

Obviously at first, he just wanted to use her. Lu Heng knew the essence of deceit. To convince others, he must first convince himself. He imagined that he really had a childhood sweetheart and a younger sister who had been with him for ten years. If Wang Yanqing came to their house at the age of seven and studied martial arts together for ten years, what would they look like when they got along? Lu Heng imagined in his heart, and then treated Wang Yanqing like this.