Chapter 82 We are suffering and deep

Jiang Dianyu knew that Su Yunxia had something to say to Xiao Jiading, so he opened the prison, then called the painter up, and went out to wait first.

After they left, Xiao Jiading stepped in and the two sat down beside the bed. Before they could speak, Su Yunxia's tears had already rustled down. She looked at Xiao Jiading with tears in her eyes and said, "Brother Xiao, he..., is what he said true?"

Xiao Jiading said: "I don't know this either. I was shocked when I heard it. County Magistrate Kang has ordered me to investigate this matter. Don't worry, I will find out."

"But my mother..., she hasn't talked about this..."

"Of course your mother can't say it. How can you tell your daughter about such a thing? It must be an absolute secret that can only be hidden deep in her heart. He also said it in the lobby that if you hadn't committed a death sentence and had a close relationship with this, he wouldn't have said it."

"My mother said, it was my mother who asked him to take my mother to elope, but he refused. Why did he say that he wanted to take my mother to elope, but my mother refused?"

"This..., I don't know. Actually, this doesn't matter much. What needs to be found most now is whether he raped your mother and gave birth to you. This determines who your biological father is. If it is really Cai Laoshan, the result of this case will be different."

Su Yunxia looked at him and said tremblingly: "If this is the case..., will it be...I...I can live without death..."

For a girl in her youth, her hope for life is naturally very strong. If she can live without death, how could she not care?

Xiao Jiading nodded solemnly: "Yes, if this is the case, the Wu family you reported will not be your legitimate mother, and at most it can be considered your adoptive mother. If the adoptive mother kills her biological mother, it is allowed to be reported according to the law of the king. Then you will be innocent."

When Su Yunxia heard this hope of life, she couldn't help but tremble in her delicate body, and her eyes, which were originally full of despair, were full of vitality.

Xiao Jiading glanced at no one outside, came to her ear, lowered his voice and said, "Although this matter needs to be investigated, based on my intuition, I don't think he lies. As long as it is not a lie, it will be possible to find out! So don't worry!"

Tears filled Su Yunxia's eyes again. She stared at Xiao Jiading in a daze, got up, lifted her dress and was about to kneel down and kowtow: "Thank you, Brother Xiao..."

Xiao Jiading quickly supported her arm and helped her up. This time, Su Yunxia was no longer panicked, but she was still shy and lowered her head. Then, she raised her eyes again, looked at Xiao Jiading with tears, and drooped her long eyelashes.

This little woman is really beautiful and charming, especially her pitiful expression, which can always touch the most touching heartstring in a man's heart. Xiao Jiading couldn't help but be obsessed with it.

After a while, he came to his senses and found that he was still holding the girl's arm, so he hurriedly took his hand back embarrassedly.

Xiao Jiading saw half of the leftover steamed bun on the table, so he took it over and whispered: "Wait a moment, the painter in the yamen is coming to paint you, and even the prisoners in the death row have to paint you. However, you are too beautiful, and I am worried that it is not necessarily a good thing to hang out with the portrait. So, you have to pretend to be ugly, do you understand?"

In fact, this portrait was used for identification. The reason why Xiao Jiading didn't say it was to find another excuse to prevent Su Yunxia from suspecting that Xiao Jiading was making trouble in it, and suspected that Cai Laoshan was actually not her father, so this might lead to trouble.

When Su Yunxia heard him praise her beauty, she couldn't help but feel shy and blushed. She blinked her big eyes and looked at Xiao Jiading. She didn't understand why the portrait of the death row prisoner could not be too beautiful. But since Xiao Jiading said that, there must be a reason. So she nodded solemnly.

Xiao Jiading handed the steamed bun in his hand in half and said, "Put this on the cheeks on both sides, then squint your eyes, and pout your chin slightly. Do you understand? Try it!"

The reason why Xiao Jiading arranged this way was because Su Yunxia had a melon-shaped face, and Su Laocai also had a sharp face with larger eyes, while Cai Laoshan had a round face with relatively smaller eyes, especially his lips, which was slightly pursed out, which had a little bit of a big idea. Xiao Jiading taught Su Yunxia to do this to get closer to Cai Laoshan so that she could draw more vividly.

Su Yunxia was smart and did a good job. Xiao Jiading looked left and right and felt that there were a little more steamed buns on the right, so it was more obvious. It looked a little unnatural. Without thinking, she raised her hand and wiped Su Yunxia's cheek. She looked again, nodded and said, "It's much better."

After saying this, he realized that Su Yunxia's face was flushed and her head was lowered, like a blooming mimosa. Then she remembered that her actions just now should be too intimate. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and responded quickly, and immediately said: "Stay like this, remember, keep your eyes narrowed, I'll call the artist!"

After saying that, he hurried out.

Su Yunxia sat alone beside the bed. Thinking of Xiao Jiading's actions just now, she couldn't help but feel shy and sweet. When she heard footsteps coming in, she didn't dare to look up. She looked at the embroidered feet on the ground with the corner of her eyes, and knew that Zaoli was raising the table and sitting on the couch. Until she heard Xiao Jiading's voice: "Raise your head, the painter wants to paint for you."

Then she narrowed her eyes slightly, pouted her chin slightly, raised her head with a dull expression, and looked at Xiao Family Ding.

Xiao Jiading was very satisfied with Su Yunxia's performance, patted the painter sitting next to him on the shoulder and said, "Draw it quickly!"

The painter had never seen Su Yunxia before, so he didn't know that she had done something, so he started painting.

During the painter's painting process, Su Yunxia kept looking at Xiao Jiading, but she didn't dare to look at Xiao Jiading's eyes, for fear that ripples would arise in her heart and affect her painting, but she just turned her eyes to his chest. It was wide and strong, and it must be a harbor that could hide from wind and rain. What kind of happiness would it be if her boat was pounding in such a place?

Thinking of this, a hint of blushing quietly hit her pretty face.

Xiao Jiading immediately noticed it keenly. There was no problem at this time. He immediately walked out of Su Yunxia's sight, leaned against the desk beside the wall, picked up a book that Su Yunxia placed on the table and read it.

This is a collection of poems, mainly poems from the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Traditional Chinese vertical lines, without punctuation, and the quality of stereotype printing is also very rough. It was difficult to see that it was put down. Seeing a stack of silk paper next to it, there were some manuscripts written, I picked it up and watched it. I saw that the font was beautiful and elegant, probably Su Yunxia's writing, so I slowly studied it. One of the poems was:

One of them says:

Ascend to that river and see the clearness.

The water is rippling and waving.

I pray for good fortune and never wake up.

The general was killed and the concubine was shocked.

Xiao Jiading felt very sympathetic after reading it. This should be Su Yunxia's lament, despair and shock in her heart before facing death. So she sat down, picked up her pen and continued to write:

We are bitter and deep,

The water is not deep in the net.

We are suffering and the mountains are quiet,

The net is built and the mountains are not secluded.

This is a poem by Yuan Jie, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Xiao Jiading also wrote it casually when he came out of his mind. He didn't know if it could be matched. He put the brush down and read other poems by Su Yunxia. He found that the little girl's poems were very sad, and she must have felt a lot of depression in her heart, and she couldn't help but sigh.

He turned his back to Su Yunxia, ​​and her mood gradually calmed down. The painter painted very quickly, and Chinese paintings were mainly painted in white, focusing on freehand painting, and did not deal with the light and dark colors, so it was even faster. When Xiao Jiading finished reading the poem, the painter had completed it and reported to Xiao Jiading.

Xiao Jiading went over and took the painting and looked at it. He was secretly happy. The woman on the painting was indeed somewhat similar to Cai Laoshan. Especially her face, eyes and chin. She was secretly proud of her heart, so she took the portrait by herself and gave the painter a reward. The painter refused repeatedly and dared not ask for it. In the end, she took it away with the money and painting tools. After thanking her, she left happily.

Only then did Su Yunxia take out the steamed bun in her mouth, glance at Xiao Jiading, and then shyly lowered her head and dared not look at him.

Xiao Jiading said: "I'm going to investigate now. Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Su Yunxia then looked up at her, her eyes full of gratitude, and she whispered: "How lucky Yunxia is to meet Xiao Lang? It's hard to repay her kindness!" After that, she was about to bow again, and Xiao Jiading quickly supported her and said: "Don't be so polite, I'm just handling the case impartially. I'm leaving!"

After saying that, let her go and walked out of the cell with great strides.

Su Yunxia watched him disappear at the corner, savoring his firm and powerful arm that supported her arm, she couldn't help but blush again, feeling sad and sweet in her heart.

After staying for a while, she picked up the collection of poems on the table and was about to continue reading. Suddenly, she found that there were more lines and lines behind her poems on the table. She shouted and picked them up and looked at them. The ink traces had not dried yet. She knew that it was written by Xiao Jiading just now. After reading them carefully, she couldn't help but become obsessed.

Although the poem continued by Xiao Jiading is about landscapes, with her current state of mind, she immediately realized that Xiao Jiading was hinting at herself - something without hope, as long as she makes efforts, there will be hope. The hope of life in her heart that had been ignited by Xiao Jiading just now became even more intense, burning her heart warm.

I was unexpectedly going to the gates of hell. If I could meet such a elder brother who loved me, what else could my husband want in this life?

Thinking of the deepest part of my heart, I gently pressed the manuscript to my heart and closed my eyes.

A string of crystal tears slowly rolled down.

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Chapter completed!