Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Chapter 708 Su Wuming 7

Su Wuming's heart melted completely. How could he bear Chu Hua's soft and hard coquettish offensive? He felt like a ball, being kneaded by Chu Hua.

"Okay, okay," he sighed helplessly, raising his hands in surrender.

"But you have to promise me that when you get to the scene, you must follow me closely, don't run around, and don't touch anything."

When Chu Hua saw that he finally agreed, she immediately burst into laughter, jumped up happily, hugged Su Wuming's arm, and said excitedly: "That's great! Thank you, Lord Su! Lord Su, you are so kind!"

Su Wuming felt his arms being tightly wrapped by something soft, and a strange fragrance entered his nostrils, making him feel a little dizzy.

This fragrance seemed familiar, yet with a hint of strangeness, which made him feel distracted. He looked down at Chu Hua who was hugging his arms tightly. The girl looked up with a smile on her face and her eyes moving around, like a kitten who had stolen some fish and was very proud of it.

"Lord Su, you are so kind!" Chu Hua's voice was clear and pleasant, tinkling like wind chimes.

Su Wuming coughed twice uncomfortably and wanted to pull his arm back, but was afraid of offending the beauty, so he had to let her hold him. His face felt like it was on fire and was so red that it was about to bleed.

"Ahem, then... let's go."

Along the way, Chu Huan was like a happy little bird, chirping non-stop. Sometimes she asked Su Wuming about the laws of the Tang Dynasty, and sometimes she asked about the customs and habits of Chang'an City. Su Wuming patiently answered her questions one by one, but occasionally his eyes would involuntarily drift towards her pretty face, and he would think to himself: This girl is really lively.

When we arrived at Jing'an Temple, the scene had already been cordoned off by the Jinwu Guards and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Chu Huan covered her nose, frowned, and tried hard to suppress the churning feeling in her stomach.

When Lu Lingfeng saw Su Wuming and Chu Hua appear at the crime scene, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes and he snorted, like a provoked wild horse snorting.

With his arms folded across his chest, he leaned against the temple's vermilion pillar with an arrogant attitude, just like a door god, except that this door god's face had "not welcome" written all over it.

"Captain Su, why did you bring a girl here? This is a murder scene, not a place for sightseeing." There was obvious sarcasm in Lu Lingfeng's tone, and his eyes looked Chu Huan up and down, as if he was examining a suspicious piece of evidence.

Chu Hua was not at all nervous. Instead, she bowed to Lu Lingfeng gracefully and said in a clear and sweet voice, "General, you are polite. I am Chu Hua, and I know a little about reasoning. Maybe I can provide some help to Lord Su."

Lu Lingfeng curled his lips in disdain: "The art of reasoning? What kind of reasoning art can a girl like you know? Did you read a few strange novels and call yourself a detective?"

Chu Huan smiled slightly and did not refute. She just looked around calmly with sharp eyes, like an agile cheetah looking for prey.

Seeing this, Su Wuming quickly tried to smooth things over: "General Lu, Miss Chu Huan does have some special abilities, maybe she can help. Besides, she is also curious..."

"Curious?" Lu Lingfeng interrupted Su Wuming with an even more sarcastic tone.

"Curiosity kills the cat, don't you understand? This is a murder scene, not something new. If something happens, who will be held responsible?"

Chu Huan smiled sweetly, her eyes moving with a hint of cunning: "General, what you said is wrong. Although I am not talented, I have some knowledge of the art of medicine, some understanding of the principles of stargazing, some knowledge of yin and yang and the Eight Diagrams, some knowledge of Qimen Dunjia, some knowledge of poetry and songs, some knowledge of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and some understanding... well, there are many more 'some understandings', I wonder which one the general wants to hear?"

Lu Lingfeng was a little confused by her series of "knowing a little bit". He originally wanted to ridicule her, but he didn't expect that she would outwit him. His face turned red, his neck stiffened, like a defeated rooster, and he couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

Su Wuming watched from the side, trying hard to suppress his laughter, thinking to himself: This girl is really eloquent, she even left Lu Lingfeng speechless.

Su Wuming ignored Lu Lingfeng's murderous look, grabbed Chu Hua's wrist, and walked quickly towards the crime scene.

Lu Lingfeng snorted angrily and walked away, muttering, "I know a little, I know a little, it's all just a little. I want to see what you can understand!" He flicked his sleeves and walked out of the temple quickly. His back looked rather embarrassed.

It was obvious that he was very angry with Chu Hua, but he couldn't lose face and could only leave angrily.

Chu Hua was startled by his sudden action. The place where his hand was holding her wrist felt like it was burned by a branding iron. A stream of heat flowed down her arm and rushed straight to her heart. She subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it tighter.

"Lord Su..." Chu Hua protested in a low voice, her cheeks flushed.

Su Wuming then realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly let go of his hand, coughing twice to cover up his embarrassment: "Sorry, I... I was too anxious."

A body was wrapped in red cloth and the air was filled with a strong fragrance.

Su Wuming stared at Chu Hua with a burning gaze, and there was a barely perceptible expectation in his tone: "Miss Chu Hua, you just said... you have a basic knowledge of Qi Huang's art, a basic understanding of astrology, a basic understanding of Yin Yang and the Eight Diagrams, a basic understanding of Qi Men Dun Jia... and many other 'basic knowledges'... are you serious about these?"

Chu Hua landed beside Su Wuming lightly, her eyes moving with a sly smile: "Sir Su, don't take it seriously. Those 'slight understandings'... are just to fool the young general of the Jinwu Guard. To be honest, Your Majesty only knows a little bit on the Internet..."

Although Su Wuming was completely confused by the word "Internet", Chu Hua's understated explanation made him accept this setting - just like he accepted that Chu Hua always had a strange fragrance on her body, and would occasionally say a few words that were incomprehensible but seemed to make sense.

He suppressed his doubts and focused on the body in front of him.

Chu Hua took out a small leather-covered notebook and a pen from somewhere.

She opened the notebook solemnly and wrote and drew on it with a pen, just like a coroner's apprentice who was taking careful notes.

Su Wuming looked at her like this and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Chu Huan, what are you doing..." Su Wuming couldn't help but ask, his eyes full of curiosity.

Chu Hua didn't even raise her head, and the tip of her pen moved quickly on the paper: "Record it, Lord Su. It's not just about solving a case. Of course, we have to record every detail to avoid missing out on key clues."

She paused and added, "That's what I wrote in my novels."