Watching the corpse be lifted out from under the flower vine, Barberry held the sword and twisted his brows, Jing Xuan also ordered yesterday to take good care of the people in the Shijiang Courtyard, I don't want someone to die under the noses of so many sword guards.

The two slaves were about to carry the corpse down and bury it at will, when Barberry stretched out his hand to signal a stop, "Send it to the lower courtyard, and don't put it in the ground for the time being." ”

Relieved of worries and stood solemnly, when Wu Qi failed to change the law, the new laws of Chu were all abolished, and its slavery system was preserved until the time of the country's break, I am afraid that even today, in the eyes of these people, the lives of slaves are not fateful.

This is also the reason why the maids in the courtyard are all timid as mice, and they are especially afraid of Jing Xuan. That's really a joy and anger of the master, and it may kill them.

"Doctor worry, the cause of this maid's death is strange, can you move to the lower courtyard and wait for the grave to arrive?"

In a certain way, it was Xie Wei who found this corpse, and it was not too much to ask her to go with her to testify...... If it weren't for her identity and Jing Xuan's ambiguous attitude towards her, Barberry Yuan wouldn't have planned to ask this question.

"It doesn't matter." Xie nodded generously and walked slowly with him.

In fact, she has never liked the things that caused trouble, but she sensitively felt that the death of this maid would be related to the matter of Shaoji, since she promised to investigate the cause of Shaoji's miscarriage for Jing Xuan, she naturally couldn't let go of a trace.

When passing through the passage between Huiyuan and Yuexuan, Xie Wu heard a subtle noise, which seemed to be tuned, and couldn't help but stand still.

"Doctor?" Barberry stopped and listened for a while, "Huiyuan direction." ”

"Hmm......" Xie Wei looked at the servant who was following next to him, and the servant shrank in fright.

The maidservant who had just led the way fainted in fright and was sent back to Huiyuan, so Shao Ji assigned another person to lead the way, which was also ordinary delicate and timid.

Xie Wei tried to soften his tone as much as possible, "Isn't it a young Ji drum Seye?" ”

"Whoa." The servant nodded, and after a while, he shook his head again, "Ji Fang wanted to drum the strings, but then inspected the strings, and the twenty-five strings were broken, so he ordered someone to retwist the silk strings and adjust the tone." ”

Xie Wei nodded, sure enough, it was tuning the strings and listening to the guqin, and there would indeed be such a noisy sound.

The lower courtyard was the usual dwelling place of the rough servants, and during the day there were few people, and because the weather was not very hot, two servants unloaded a door panel and propped it up, and placed the body of the servant girl in the courtyard.

When Jing Xuan got the news and rushed over, there were only Xie Wei and Barberry in the courtyard.

The blood stains on the corpse had been wiped away, and the maid's face was covered with a plain fine linen cloth, which covered her terrible countenance, leaving only a fatal wound on her bluish-white neck where the blood had coagulated, and the flesh and skin on the edge of the wound turned out, and there was a thin body fluid that had not dried up, and was still slowly oozing out.

Xie Wei half-knelt on the ground, twisted the sleeve of the servant in his hand, scooped it up from the water below, and looked at the sun carefully.

Jing Xuan didn't understand what she was looking at, lowered his eyes and waited for a while, then said lightly, "Are you afraid of medical worries?" ”

The injured are injured and their flesh and blood are blurred, after all, they are still alive, and it is still understandable that they are not afraid of worry, but the Chu people worship ghosts and gods, and in the face of such a handmaiden who died sideways, they don't care at all?

"Why fear?" Xie Wu looked at the light for a while, washed his hands in the water, and got up with his sleeves, "This woman's sleeve is contaminated with red ginseng juice, I don't know where to listen to?" ”

She had set up a fishing net in the wading yard, and now that the sun was approaching, the net was slowly tightening from the bottom of the river, and was about to surface, and this maid was the first fish to touch the net.

She paid with her life for it—it wasn't something she wanted to see, but when she laid it out like that, she knew that someone would die because of it, so she didn't care about it.

Jing Xuan uncovered the linen cloth covered by the maidservant, frowned and looked at it, her face became more and more solemn, "This maid of the Snow Hall, send someone to summon Yan Yao." ”

Relieve worries and raise eyebrows, the second one to fall into the net will be Yan Yao? The beauty who sang "Mayfly", she seems to have never seen it these days.

So, what about Yue Nu? In her guesses, the most suspicious one is clearly Yue Nu.

"Healing."

Hearing someone calling, he looked back at his worries for a long time, and then realized that there was still a person standing behind Jing Xuan, who was dignified in gray clothes, but he had not seen the Xiangfu Mausoleum for many days, and he didn't expect that he was really staying in Jiuzhi.

"Worried about this maid strangled her throat with a sharp weapon, cut through the veins and died, what is the master's opinion? Can you tell what is being murdered? ”

Xiangfu Ling stepped forward with his sleeves folded, stood about half a foot away, and looked at it carefully, "This thing is soft and sharp, not a sword and a short dagger, this woman is not only in the river courtyard, but most of them are also killed by women. ”

“…… Xiang Fuzi laughed. Xie Wei glanced at him, and was very unhappy that he revealed his identity on the spot, not to mention that she never took care of boudoir matters such as needlework and weaving, and if she asked her what she could use as a murder weapon, she really didn't know.

"I have heard that there is a soft sword in the world, made of fine iron, which is wrapped around the waist on weekdays, and the sword comes out when it moves, and it hurts people without noticing." Xie Wei looked at Xiangfu Ling, Jian Ji used such a soft sword, he didn't say he didn't know.

Xiangfuling smiled and met her gaze calmly, "Soft swords are naturally there, but the matter of forging iron is troublesome, and non-powerful families can't have it." And such a subtle wound can only be made with fine iron filament, not a soft sword. ”

The smelting of iron in this era is far from being so masterful.

Although in Xie Wei's eyes, this is clearly a wound strangled by sharp wire, she also has to admit Xiangfuling's statement.

So, what else could it be?

Seeing that Jing Xuan could hear it, Barberry reminded softly, "Mound, Yan Yao is the best." ”

Xie Wei also raised his eyes when he heard this, and saw that at the other end of the courtyard gate, a light makeup beauty came out behind the two sword guards.

Yan Yao is dressed in a moon-white dress, the style is by no means a Chu suit, but it is somewhat similar to the clothes in Qin Zhao's area, her face is not delicate and exquisite, but a high nose and big eyes, a snow-white complexion, and eyebrows with the beauty of the north, which is set off by this plain color of clothes, like an exotic fairy.

With just a quick glance, Xie Wei felt a sense of arrogance in her.

It's extreme arrogance, like ...... It's like the princess who lost her mother country in the dust of the Western Regions—she didn't know how to suddenly think of such an image.

Could it be that he is really a descendant of Nanyan Kingdom......? But this Southern Yan Kingdom is still far away from the Western Regions, and it can't explain Yan Yao's appearance.

Yan Yao walked slowly into the courtyard, her steps were steady, she didn't have the pitiful delicate posture of Yue Nu and Bo Ji, she bowed her head hastily, and her voice sounded a little perfunctory, "Lan respects the grave." ”

Jing Xuan also treated her very coldly, only uncovered the linen cloth on the corpse's face, and asked coldly, "Yan Yao knows this maid?" ”

"Yes." Yan Yao responded lightly, and she didn't know if she had seen the corpse, "This maid is no longer listening to affairs in the Snow Hall this morning, and Lan doesn't know where she is." ”

Xie Wu secretly admired, between these ordinary words, Yan Yao's guilt that was about to fall on her head was wiped out, she was really a powerful woman.

And she is so cold to Jing Xuan...... It's supposed to be a total of no friendship, right?