Jiang Shuihan first took them to He Wenle's house. The house was decorated in messy manner, and there were scattered books and papers everywhere, piled up into small hills.

"Brother He is a free and easy person, and he doesn't like to be restrained. He throws away the books and texts as soon as he writes them. Don't look at his messy house, he never can find anything he wants. But it will be difficult for us to find something he wants."

At first glance, the house was so messy that it was impossible to get off the ground, but the only things that were messy were the scholars. As for He Wenle’s personal things, they were not placed on the countertop, but instead neatly packed in the cabinet.

It seems that He Wenle is also a rough and delicate person.

Jiang Caishuang picked up a few books and read them. He had all kinds of them, but he couldn't tell his preferences.

"Brother He has a wide range of knowledge, read a lot of books, and even has research on Buddhist scriptures and Taoisms." Jiang Shuihan explained.

Jiang Caishuang put the book in his hand back to its original place, picked up a few pieces of rice paper to see. It seemed that he was practicing calligraphy, including large characters, small characters, running script and cursive script. Some of them wrote articles and poems casually on them, and most of the articles were sharp and pointed directly at various weaknesses and problems in the court.

"Let's look for it separately."

"good."

Jiang Shuihan had already come to He Wenle's house, but he still bent down and looked for clues in the books all over the room.

He also wanted to solve the case as soon as possible and find his friends back as soon as possible.

There were too many books piled up in the house. The three of them looked through for a long time and couldn't find any useful clues.

Yan Anjin suggested: "It's better to go and check out the doors of other people's rooms first and then come here to look for them."

“Okay.”

They went to Zhou Kang's room door again. This time the room was much cleaner, and the books and articles were piled neatly on the bookshelf.

Jiang Caishuang picked up a collection of royal works, and the pages were mottled and old, so people should read them frequently.

She flipped it around casually and a piece of paper fell out of it.

"Come on, come and see," Jiang Caishuang waved to the two of them, "Why are the words on this piece of paper so ugly?"

There are only one word that is ugly and hard to read in the room.

This word is not as good as hers.
Chapter completed!