In an elegant courtyard in the mausoleum.

Jing Yinuo stood under the porch, looking at the snowflakes that kept falling in the air.

This is already the third heavy snowfall.

Food and cloth were rising throughout the city, and people with a keen sense of smell had begun to stock up on goods.

"Childe, you better come into the house, it's cold outside, the cold this winter is particularly heavy, be careful of getting the wind chill."

Ah Zheng took a sable cloak out and put it on for Jing Yinuo.

He looked at the snow in the courtyard and couldn't help but wonder: "Childe, why do you say the snow is so heavy this year?" Although it is said that it is a good year, it is not normal for the snow to be too big. ”

"You can see that your son-in-law naturally found out a long time ago, and there is a snow disaster across the country this year." Jing Yinuo said with a sigh, stretched out his hand, and caught a snowflake.

Why haven't you replied yet?

According to his calculations, it was time for them to reply.

In a farmhouse on the outskirts of Lingcheng, a young man who looked like a farmer came out of the house.

He straightened out his clothes that didn't fit well, put on his fur hat and set off in the snow.

Half an hour later, he came to an inn in the mausoleum.

I asked for a guest room, changed into a set of porter's clothes, and quietly went out when no one was around.

After several tosses and turns, I finally came to a secluded mansion.

I knocked on the door three times regularly, and after about a quarter of an hour, the door finally opened.

A pair of eyes appeared inside the crack in the door, and he asked in a low voice, "Is there any news?" ”

"Hmm!" The people outside hurriedly replied.

The eyes inside made sure there was no one outside, so they let him in.

The young man walked quickly all the way to the door of the flower hall, shook off the snow on his body, and simply took care of his appearance, and then walked in quietly.

When he arrived at the desk, he knelt down respectfully and made a big salute: "Slave see Your Highness." ”

The person sitting was Jiang Yuancheng, wearing a fine sable cloak, stopping the brush in his hand, and looking up at the person in front of him: "Intercepted?" ”

"Yes, Your Highness despises it." The young man stood up and took out a bloody letter from his sleeve.

Send it to Jiang Yuancheng and put it down, then retreat with a huff and don't ask any more.

Jiang Yuancheng opened the envelope, saw the handwriting inside, and hooked the corner of his mouth contemptuously: "The little emperor brother is really powerful, he can actually find Jing Yinuo here, it's just a pity that ......"

He won't see the letter anymore.

Jiang Yuancheng raised his hand and handed the letter paper to the lamp, and the tongue of fire quickly engulfed the entire letter.

He raised his hand and threw it into the porcelain jar next to him.

After a while, Jiang Yuancheng stood up and said, "Come on." ”

The man guarding the door hurried in.

"Jing Yinuo can be the next sable cloak?"

The person replied: "Your Highness, don't worry, Jing Gongzi didn't accept it, but the little guy next to him, Ah Zheng, is next." ”

"That's good, I'll meet him again today."

Kangcheng, Yamen.

The people sent out by Jiang Yuanhan finally came back and brought back even more worrying news.

After reading the letter, he held his forehead and was silent for a long time.

Until someone knocked on the door outside: "Your Highness, Madame is here." ”

Only then did he stand up, get up and go to the door to greet Wen Qingzhu.

Wen Qingzhu stepped in, a thin layer of snow fell on his head, his little face turned pale, and his cherry lips became more and more red.

The bright eyes and red lips, and the plain face make people more and more unable to take their eyes off.

"Yuanhan?"

shouted and didn't respond, Wen Qingzhu took the initiative to walk inside.

After a while, Jiang Yuanhan came to his senses, lowered his head and hurried to follow.

After both of them sat down, Wen Qingzhu looked at the desk and asked him, "Have you received the news from outside?" ”

"Hmm."

"How's it going?"

"Not so good."

"Can it be solved?"

"I want to see it."

Wen Qingzhu stood up: "Okay, if there is a problem, you try to come to me, here in Kangcheng, I have asked Tian Chong to integrate all the grain merchants and prevent them from transporting the grain out." ”

"Sister is leaving?" Jiang Yuanhan raised his head and looked at her with some trepidation.

Wen Qingzhu turned his head, took the account book from Lu Tao's hand, handed it over to him: "Since you want to figure it out yourself, then trust you." ”

didn't say much, Wen Qingzhu simply admonished a few words, turned his head and left here.

At the gate of the mansion, she met Ning Ping, who was returning.

He was not wearing an official uniform, but a cyan civilian dress, which seemed to have gone outside the city, and the underside of the robe was stained with a lot of yellow mud, and there were some traces left by melting snow.

"Madame is here?" Ning Ping saw the person who came clearly, and hurriedly saluted and said hello.

Wen Qingzhu waved his hand and saw the two boxes in the hands of the official behind him.

Then he asked, "What are you doing here, Lord Ning?" ”

"Recently, there have been two murders outside the city, which made the town outside panic, and Weichen Weifu went over to take a look and found out some clues."

He looked at the box in the hand of the person behind him again: "I got some evidence, I'm going to check it first." ”

"Need help?"

Wen Qingzhu was a little curious about the contents of the box.

Ning Ping pondered for a moment and nodded: "Weichen is grateful, trouble Mrs." ”

followed Ning Ping to the side of the prison.

After waiting for a while, the headcatcher and the servant came over.

Both boxes were opened, and inside on the left was a bloody belly pocket, and on the right was a bowl of rancid meals.

First, let the servant verify that there is no poison in the food.

The top of the belly pocket was also carefully verified, and there was no problem.

"Where did you get this food and belly pocket?" Wen Qingzhu was a little strange, how could these two pieces of evidence be found together? Is it evidence of two homicides, or is it one? "God of Dancing eBook

Ning Ping replied: "The two murderers, because they are not far from the location, so they come back together." ”

"What is the case?" Wen Qingzhu's gaze swirled over the two pieces of physical evidence, and he asked again.

After recalling for a long time, Ning Ping said slowly: "The previous one was a peasant woman Wang who died in the kitchen and was strangled to death, and this bloody belly pocket was found in the deceased's room. ”

"The deceased's room? Are their kitchens and bedrooms in a row? ”

Wen Qingzhu turned his head to the recorder's side and glanced at the booklet in his hand.

It was found that the booklet did not record the layout and structure of the deceased's house.

"Give me the booklet." Ning Ping took the booklet and quickly drew the layout of the deceased's house.

He handed it to Wen Qingzhu: "There are two deceased, and the distance between the two families before is also marked." ”

Wen Qingzhu took it and found that the kitchen was far away from the deceased's bedroom.

Because the kitchen is sitting alone in the backyard.

Looking at the identity of the deceased again, the peasant woman was not very old, but her husband was ten years older than her.

After carefully looking at the relationship spectrum of the deceased's hair, he did not find anything abnormal.

She looked at the message of the other deceased.

The other person who died was a young man of the same age as the peasant woman, and the family relationship was very simple.

But on the last page, Wen Qingzhu saw that the two deceased had a purse on their bodies, a mandarin duck and a duck, which happened to be matched.

"What's going on with this?" Wen Qingzhu held up the booklet.

Ning Ping explained: "This peasant woman Wang once said that she married this Liu Fei three years ago, and then because of the dowry negotiation, and later married Zhu Dayi, we initially suspected that Zhu Dayi killed them, but Zhu Dayi can prove that before and after their death, they were not at home at all." ”

"How long has this case been going on?" Wen Qingzhu couldn't help but glance at the bowl of rancid food.

"Ten days."

Wen Qingzhu stared at the bowl of food and thought about it, did she think too much.

"Madame, do you have any ideas?" Ning Ping immediately asked.

After a while, she shook her head: "No, let's do this first, you continue to investigate, if there is no progress, I will find a way to see." ”

"Thank you, ma'am."

Ning Ping personally sent Wen Qingzhu away, and when he turned back, he saw someone beating a drum and shouting grievances.

Looking at it intently, that person was Zhu Dayi's old lady.

There were more and more people gathered around, Ning Ping thought about it, bypassed the crowd, and returned to the yamen through the back door.

Wen Qingzhu, who was sitting in the carriage, naturally knew the situation behind.

There's a reason she didn't stay.

After coming back, Wen Qingzhu immediately went to find Uncle Zhong.

It was found that Zhongbo was prick Beidou with a needle.

"Is he sick?" Wen Qingzhu was a little strange.

Beidou wanted to stand up, but he couldn't move when he was pressed by Zhongbo.

"Why did the young lady come here?"

Wen Qingzhu walked to their side and observed the acupuncture points on Beidou's body.

Very puzzled, he asked, "Does he have a problem with his larynx?" ”

Zhongbo nodded, pointed to three of the acupuncture points and said, "I used to follow adults and learn some medical skills, and I have seen cases like him, so he still has a chance to speak." ”

"Really?" Wen Qingzhu was a little incredulous, so he asked Beidou to stretch out his hand and probe, and found that his pulse was indeed different from before.

I looked at his throat again, and there were some very subtle changes.

Zhongbo explained, and Wen Qingzhu also understood the principle.

It would naturally be better if Beidou could speak.

"By the way, I came here to ask Uncle Zhong for a favor, I remember my grandfather said that there is a kind of poison that only exists when people are alive, and it will disappear when they die, does Uncle Zhong remember what it is?"

After pondering for a moment, Zhongbo replied: "I can't remember it for the time being, but Xue Ren's words must know, I'll help Miss ask." ”

"I'm sorry for you." Wen Qingzhu nodded, hoping that she had guessed wrong.

It's really that the deaths of Wang and Liu Fei are a bit strange, there are no fatal injuries, and there are no obvious traces of poisoning on their bodies.

It seemed to die naturally, which really worried her.

When he went out, Beidou suddenly stood up.

He followed Wen Qingzhu's steps to the door, and the silver needle on his head had not yet been removed.

Wen Qingzhu turned his head abruptly and saw that his gaze was scanning the courtyard, and finally settled on Lu Tao.

"Who are you looking at?"

Beidou gestured, indicating that he was looking for Xi'er.

Wen Qingzhu could only sigh: "She doesn't want to see you now, but when she wants to see you, she will naturally come over." ”

He hurriedly gestured again: When then?

"I don't know, you should first follow Uncle Zhong to understand our living habits here, and when you understand it thoroughly, you will know why she doesn't want to see you."

Beidou looked very disappointed, and the Zhongbo in the house called him, and he turned and went in.

Looking at Beidou's lonely figure, Wen Qingzhu looked back at the gate of the courtyard, where Xi'er was standing outside the door.

She must have heard her own words.

Wen Qingzhu now actually hopes that Xi'er can like Beidou.

But she can't do this kind of thing by herself, and she can't ask others.

In the afternoon, it snowed again.

The weather was overcast and there was not a ray of light in sight.

Wen Qingzhu sat in the room, recalling the events of his previous life, and writing down the disaster of the year with a pen.

Things have changed in this life, but there are still many examples to refer to.

Cash-for-work is the best solution.

But there is no project large enough to accommodate so many people.

The most important thing is that in the last canal project, it was men who could really come to use.

Most of the women were abandoned, sold, and so on when they arrived.

When the disaster passed, the man who had the ability to survive wanted to marry a wife, which almost caused a conflict.

At one time, there was a case of a young woman being abducted and robbed.

On the Cannes side, no woman dared to go out for a while.