Feng Cheng looked at that face regularly.

The woman looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with wet clothes on her body, and the style was the kind that the maid often wore.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but she saw a red mole at the end of the female corpse’s eyes. The more she looked at the blue and white face, the more she felt it was similar to the portrait.

Feng Cheng's heart beat a few times in a hurry.

It's not such a coincidence, right?

Or was she too eager to find the maid and was dazzled?

Thinking of this, Feng Chengqing couldn't help but take a step forward.

Feng Jinxi pulled the person back with a shocked look on his face: "Cheng'er, what are you going to do?"

Why does he feel that his niece wants to pounce on the body?

"I was fascinated by it for a moment."

Feng Jinxi looked strange: "Can you still see the corpse in a divine way?"

It’s easier to accept that it’s scary!

Feng Cheng smiled embarrassedly and whispered: "Somehow, I think this woman looks familiar."

"How is it possible—" Feng Jinxi subconsciously retorted and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong with Uncle San?"

Feng Jinxi stared at the female corpse without turning his eyes, his expression becoming more and more serious, and he even took a step forward involuntarily.

Feng Cheng held him, laughing and crying: "Uncle San, if you get closer, you will notice you."

Feng Jinxi pulled Feng Cheng out of the crowd, his tone was confused: "It's strange. When you said that just now, I actually felt that the woman looked familiar."

Feng Cheng's heart moved.

She said that looking at the female corpse was familiar because there was a red mole at the end of the eye of the female corpse, she couldn't help but think of the portrait.

Uncle San looked at the female corpse familiar-

Feng Cheng's eyes lit up, and an exciting guess emerged: Uncle San may have seen this woman and even knew the other party's identity!

"Uncle San, do you know the dead woman?" Feng Cheng asked in a low voice.

Feng Jinxi was stunned and shook his head slowly: "It shouldn't be."

When he came to Jinshui River to play, he would also look at the outstanding beauty. In comparison, this woman was too ordinary.

"Uncle San, think about it carefully."

At this time someone shouted: "The official sentencing is here!"

The onlookers immediately made a clear path.

Several officials came over, one of them squatted down to check the female corpse on the ground, and the others began to ask people watching the fun.

Feng Jinxi pulled Feng Cheng and whispered: "Cheng'er, let's go back."

If the official asked him about this, he would be fine, but his father knew that he would bring his niece to Jinshui River.

Feng Cheng didn't want to leave, and whispered: "Uncle San isn't curious about the identity and cause of this woman's death?"

"There are a few drownings every year in Jinshui River, which is nothing strange. As for identity, she looks like a maid in clothes—" Feng Jinxi paused and slowly stroked her chin with slender fingers, "Maid--"

"Uncle San, did you think of something?"

Feng Jinxi put away the folding fan and knocked his head, murmured: "I mean, why do you look familiar? It turns out that I have seen it before!"

He looked at the direction of the female corpse and sighed: "I came to play with my friend a few days ago, and the friend said he knew a new flower-"

"Hua Niang." Feng Cheng calmly added.

This is not a time to waste time.

Seeing that his niece was so calm, Feng Jinxi was no longer confused, and then said, "He said that although the newly-known Hua Niang was not famous in the Jinshui River, he had a good voice and pulled me to listen to the music together. This drowning woman was the maid of the Hua Niang."

"Uncle San admitted his mistake?"

If I had only met once, it would be great to remember Hua Niang. Even Hua Niang’s maid remembered - based on her understanding of the third uncle, it shouldn’t be.

"It's a coincidence. When the maid was drinking, she accidentally spilled the wine on my clothes. The flower girl took out a handkerchief to rub the wine stains on me. It was a newly cut summer clothes. The color and style were the ones that satisfy me the most. Can I wipe it clean with a handkerchief?"

"What then?" Feng Cheng asked in a complicated mood.

Then the third uncle wouldn't change his clothes under the service of Hua Niang...

Ah, she seems to know too much.

Feng Jinxi forgot to sympathize with the dead maid for a moment and said with a heartache: "Then I left, my favorite new clothes were stained, so how could I feel like listening to the song?"

Feng Cheng: "..."

"So I have a deep impression of this maid, but Hua Niang looks a little blurred."

Feng Cheng was amused and crying.

"Uncle San, do you want to tell the official accountant about the identity of the female corpse?"

Feng Jinxi hesitated for a moment: "It should be said."

No matter what his identity is, it is a life at least. It would be fine if he didn't know it, but he didn't say anything, and he felt a little sad.

But my niece is there too, and it's a bit difficult to deal with.

Feng Cheng understood what Feng Jinxi was worried about and hurriedly said, "Uncle San, go and talk. There are so many people watching the fun. I hide in the middle of them. No one knows we are here together."

Feng Jinxi was right when he heard this and reminded him: "Then let the little fish follow you without leaving any steps, and we will meet up at the place where we board the boat later."

It has become a scene when Xiaoyu dances guns and sticks under the big willow tree outside the Shangshu Mansion every day. The Shangshu Mansion has long been used to it, so he naturally knows that Xiaoyu is good at it.

Feng Cheng responded and hid among the people watching the fun with Xiaoyu.

Feng Jinxi tightened the folding fan in his hand and strode towards an official who was asking questions.

"Young Master has something to do?" Seeing a handsome young man in a brocade robe coming over, the official asked politely.

Most of the people who come to Jinshui River to play are either rich or noble, so they are naturally not easy to offend.

Feng Jinxi lowered his voice and said, "Master, I seem to have seen this female corpse."

The official's eyes lit up: "Where has the young master seen it?"

"It's just called--" Feng Jinxi got stuck for a moment and thought for a while and said, "It seems to be called Yun Yao Xiaozhu."

"Yun Yao Xiaozhu?" The official frowned and thought, but couldn't remember what this place was.

"Yes, this is the name, it is a pleasure boat on the Jinshui River."

"So that's it." The official's eyes looked at the boy a little clear, "Does the young master know the identity of this woman in Yunyao Xiaozhu?"

"Yunya Xiaozhu's famous flower girl is Caiyun, and this woman is Caiyun's maid."

"Thank you, my grandson, for telling me. I don't know that my grandson is—"

Feng Jinxi smiled: "There is no need to say about my identity."

Seeing that he was easy to talk, the official officer said politely: "I don't know how the woman drowned yet. The young master is the one who provides the key clues. Please tell me about his identity."

Feng Jinxi hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I am from the Minister of Rites' Mansion. I don't want to spread it, otherwise my father will know--"

When the official heard this, he became more and more polite: "Don't worry, young master, I understand."

After saying that, the official commander ordered his two subordinates: "You two go and inquire about the pleasure boat called Yunyao Xiaozhu, and ask Hua Niang named Caiyun to come and recognize the body."

Two yamen runners took the order and left.

The onlookers saw that there was still fun and couldn't bear to leave.

Feng Cheng was mixed in the crowd and couldn't hear what Feng Jinxi was saying. Seeing that two yamen runners left, he couldn't help but feel expectant.

I hope Uncle San will not recognize the wrong person.

Feng Cheng thought silently, suddenly he felt someone approaching.
Chapter completed!