In the blink of an eye, she regained her identity as the daughter of the Jiang Mansion, and finally determined that she had escaped this catastrophe. She breathed a long sigh of relief, straightened her dress and walked around to the main entrance, and was about to step in, but saw a group of subordinates greeted her with frightened faces, and said, "Lady, why did you come back!" Arlo She ...... He's dead! ”

The candles were dim, the night was dark, and in the small courtyard of the Jiedu Embassy, A Luo's body was lying on Xilingyue's bed. She was wearing a dress exactly the same as Xiling Yue, her eyes were wide open, her face was stunned, and her death was shocking—a dagger was in the center, the cold light was fierce, and the blood stains were thick into red flowers, almost staining the bed under her.

Xi Lingyue reached out to Ah Luo's neck to make sure that she had lost her pulse, and couldn't help but ask in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on?" ”

A servant girl came forward to reply with a crying and mourning: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight was a hairpin feast, and the servants knew that you were invited to participate, but they didn't dare to go to bed early." Afterward...... Later, there was a loud noise in the house, and the servants ran out to check, but saw your footsteps hurriedly entering the inner bed. The servants were afraid that something would happen to you, so they hurriedly knocked on the door...... Because no one answered in the house, he dared to push the door and enter, and saw Arlo...... Arlo is dressed in your clothes and lies on your bed...... It's dead. ”

"You mean, you saw me hurrying into the inner bed?" Xiling Yue asked.

The servant girl nodded again and again: "Five or six of the servants have seen it." ”

"How can you be sure that person is me?" Xiling Yue frowned.

The servant girl was speechless when asked, looked at each other with her companions, and hurriedly changed her words: "Please forgive the maid for her gaffe, the maid saw a woman...... Wear your clothes, with your back...... It's very similar. ”

Very similar...... The more Xiling Yue listened, the more she felt that something was wrong, pointed to her clothes, and asked, "Do you see clearly?" Is it me? ”

Several handmaidens nodded.

Xilingyue's heart gradually sank, and she asked again: "When you came in, did Ah Luo just die or ...... Or is the body getting colder? ”

"It's still hot." A bold servant girl replied, "It's just...... It's just out of gas. ”

After hearing these words, Xiling Yue came up with two possibilities, one was that someone ran into his room wearing his own clothes, killed Ah Luo, and deliberately let other maidservants see it. This kind of display is obviously trying to blame yourself!

There is also a possibility that Ah Luo was somehow wearing exactly the same clothes as herself, lying on her couch, and was mistaken for herself by the killer, so she was killed.

Whether it's the former or the latter, the killer's goal is clear - someone wants to kill her! harm herself, or harm the Jiang Yunyi she pretended.

If you want to harm Jiang Yunyi, the matter is simple, it is nothing more than someone who sees that she, the daughter of the Jiang family, is about to become the princess, and she is afraid that if she gets in the way of someone, she will be assassinated.

But if you want to harm herself, things will be complicated, Xi Lingyue admitted that after arriving in Zhenhai, she was in constant trouble, first pretending to be Jiang Yunyi, and inadvertently attracting Li Heng's favor, and then hunted out the rebel assassins, and then went to secretly rob the prisoners...... Each one is highly likely to lead to a lot of right and wrong.

The more Xiling Yue thought about it, the more she realized that the case was complicated, but the maids didn't know the inside story, so they hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, lady, it's just a dead house slave, just go to the government to intercede, there will be no big deal, and it will never affect your reputation." ”

The handmaidens also have a good basis for saying this. Datang's disposal of domestic slaves is very clear, slaves are the private property of their masters, they can be bought and sold at will, and if the slaves make a big mistake, they can also be killed privately after reporting to the government. Although Ah Luo is dead, on the territory of Zhenhai, as long as Li Qi's father and son say hello, who will embarrass the future princess?

But this refers only to the private killing of ordinary domestic slaves, and if it is a private killing of an official slave, the sentence is at least two years. I think that Prince An can write such a famous article as "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", but his career also ended because of the private murder of officials and slaves, and even caused his father to be relegated to the southern wilderness.

Coincidentally, Ah Luo happened to be an official slave, his ancestors were killed for being convicted, and all the female dependents were confiscated into slavery, and the identity of the descendants could not be changed. A Luo was born an official slave and was given to Jiang Gong, who was the middle doctor at the time, and to this day, her body deed is not in Jiang's mansion, but Jiang Gong pitied her for her young age and was born in a scholarly family, so he especially used her and asked her to serve Jiang Yunyi.

If the killer knew Ah Luo's identity and pretended to kill her, it would not be difficult to unravel the matter: someone must have wanted Jiang Yunyi's reputation to be ruined, and she was sent to prison, and she had no chance to be the princess. Then it is not difficult to guess that the mastermind behind the scenes is none other than the heads of several families who participated in the hairpin banquet tonight.

Xiling Yue secretly analyzed, her eyes were solemn, and the maids thought that she was afraid of getting involved, so they came up with ideas: "Don't worry, lady, you have been at the hairpin banquet tonight, and there are human and material evidence, and this matter is not on your head at all." ”

"Yes, yes, the servants only saw a Xiao like your back, but they didn't see the face. Besides, Ah Luo is still wearing your clothes, who knows if she did something wrong and committed suicide in fear of sin? Don't worry, my wife and the ladies at the banquet can testify to you, Aluo was not killed by you. ”

Having said that, Xilingyue knew very well in her heart that she had not been at the hairpin banquet tonight, and this dress had not been worn all night, and Mrs. Gao and the ladies of the family could not testify for themselves. If Ah Luo's death is publicized, he will not be able to provide alibi evidence at all, nor will he be able to explain his reasonable whereabouts, unless he tells the truth and takes the robbery away.

But she doesn't have the guts yet.

"Oh yes, lady, we found this too." A certain maid suddenly interrupted Xi Lingyue's thoughts and handed her a fine white silk.

Xilingyue took a look, this white silk was actually written in blood, the handwriting was sloppy and clumsy, and it was written: Luoxia and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

"This is a sentence from ...... "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng." Xiling Yue muttered to herself.

Although the maidservants of the Jiedu envoy's mansion knew a few words, they were not good at the resignation and could not answer. Xiling Yue hurriedly asked, "Where did you find this white silk?" ”

"It's right next to Aro's pillow." The maidservant replied, "None of us have moved. ”

The other maidservant was a little curious: "Could this be the suicide note left by Ah Luo?" ”

"It was left by the murderer." Xiling Yue said firmly, "Ah Luo is Jiang ...... It is my personal maid, who has been learning calligraphy with me since childhood, and her handwriting will not be so clumsy. ”

As she spoke, she carefully examined the white silk, which felt very good, the fabric was of the highest quality, and it was soft and close to the skin. And there are tearing marks on the corners of the white silk, which should have been written by the murderer who ripped off his clothes.

(End of chapter)