After listening to Song Yun'er's words, Yang Qiuchi was slightly comforted, and now he can only hope that Song Yun'er's words are true, and after a while, Liu Ruobing will come back. However, Yang Qiuchi knew that this time was completely different from before, and Liu Ruobing's hope of coming back was so slim.

What to do? Yang Qiuchi had an impulse in his heart, wanting to search for it through Jinyiwei all over the country, but as soon as this idea was generated, he denied it, when Liu Ruobing on the Yellow Crane Tower captured himself, the envoy of Jinyiwei's commander, this case has not yet been concluded, Liu Ruobing still belongs to the criminal that Jinyiwei focuses on pursuing, and he sent her portrait to the hands of Jinyiwei across the country, although it may not necessarily leak the stuffing, but it is always inappropriate.

Besides, this kind of Jinyiwei nationwide search may annoy Liu Ruobing, once she turns her face and hurts Jinyiwei, then the matter will be even bigger.

Moreover, according to the last experience, Liu Ruobing's possible surname in the town is very small, and she is most likely hidden in the deep mountains, where Jinyiwei is beyond the reach of the whip, even if she wants to go shopping in the city, she will definitely think of disguise, because she already knows that she is the envoy of Jinyiwei's commanding envoy, and she is likely to use her authority to search for her throughout the country.

Tracking with a little black dog? Impossible, this time Yang Qiuchi did not bring a little black dog to investigate the case, if he went back to get it, it would take almost a day to go back and forth, and the wind on the top of this mountain was strong, and the smell had already dissipated.

Yang Qiuchi had nothing to do, he could only hope that God would be pitiful, so that Liu Ruobing could change his mind and return to himself after giving birth to a child one day.

Yang Qiuchi and Song Yun'er didn't know how long they had been sitting on the top of this mountain, and then they sadly returned to the nunnery.

Song Yun'er helped Yang Qiuchi clean and deal with the wound, Yang Qiuchi looked at the wound on her hand, her heart was sad, Liu Ruobing must have seen herself fall, and she also knew that she fell very hard, but she didn't come out to see herself, she must have made up her mind to leave herself, and she couldn't help but feel sad in her heart.

Song Yun'er treated Yang Qiuchi's wounds, served him and took off his official robe outside, forced him to go to bed, and then sat at the head of his bed and guarded him.

It is not the first time that Yang Qiuchi and Song Yun'er have slept in the same room, the first time they are in Beishao Village. Song Yun'er had never seen Yang Qiuchi so sad, and thought that it was really the master who refused to accept him as an apprentice, and he was sad, so she was a little worried in her heart, so she stayed with him.

Yang Qiuchi felt sorry for Song Yun'er in his heart, and hoped that she could stay by his side at this time, there were only the two of them in this small Zen courtyard anyway, and Song Yun'er couldn't go back to her room Outsiders didn't know, so he hugged Song Yun'er's small waist who was sitting at the head of the bed, didn't want to speak, her heart was sour, and she fell asleep groggily.

When I woke up, it was already dawn, Song Yuner and Yi were sleeping soundly next to Yang Qiuchi, with one arm still around him, and the two slept together with Yi and slept all night.

Yang Qiuchi gently took Song Yun'er's Hao arm off his body, and with this gentle movement, Song Yun'er woke up, opened her eyes, saw Yang Qiuchi, and asked with concern, "Brother, are you awake?" Did you sleep well? ”

"Hmmm! What about you? ”

"I ...... I was going to accompany you to watch you sleep, but then I was so sleepy that I somehow lay down and fell asleep......" Song Yun'er didn't have the rudeness of Pingshu, and said softly, turned over and got out of bed, and tidied up her dress.

At this moment, Nangong Xiong's voice came from outside the courtyard gate: "Lord Yang! Yuantong and the other three masters have already brought them back. ”

Flexible? Yang Qiuchi's head hadn't turned around from last night's sadness, he frowned and thought about it, only then did he remember that Yuantong and the other three nuns went down the mountain to turn into a fate, because Yuantong was suspected of committing a crime at that time, he sent a team of Jinyiwei to arrest them overnight last night, but he didn't expect Jinyiwei to be efficient, and they were arrested in one night.

However, Yuan Miao has already admitted to the murder, this case can be closed, and Yuan Tong actually doesn't need to be arrested.

Song Yun'er knew that Yang Qiuchi was about to investigate the case, and of course this official master had to wear an official robe to investigate the case, but the sleeves of Yang Qiuchi's official robe were hung up last night, and there were blood stains everywhere, and she didn't bring extra official robes, so after Song Yun'er took off Yang Qiuchi's clothes last night, she immediately washed the official robe, wrung it out and dried it in the house.

It's June now, the weather is hot and humid, and the official robe will be dry overnight, Song Yun'er walked to the corner of the house to get the official robe, and suddenly exclaimed: "Brother~!" My master has been here! I also left a note! ”

Yes!? Yang Qiuchi was pleasantly surprised, climbed out of bed with a rolling belt, and ran over barefoot: "Where?" ”

Song Yun'er pointed to Yang Qiuchi's official robe hanging on the rope in the corner of the room: "Look! ”

Yang Qiuchi looked at her fingers, and saw a small note on his official robe, pinned to the official robe with a hairpin, Yang Qiuchi was so happy that he almost jumped up, ran to the window and shouted: "Willow ...... Yanagi-senpai! ”

"Don't scream, if Master wants to see you, she will come by herself, since she doesn't show up, she may be dozens of miles away at this moment," Song Yun'er said with a smile, her head tilted, and her big eyes flashed: "I said it, my master will come back!" After a pause, he smiled again: "Hey, why don't you call me Sister Liu?" Hee-hee. ”

Yang Qiuchi thought that Song Yun'er was reasonable, and he didn't care about her jokes, so he carefully pulled off the silver hairpin, took down the note and took a look, only to see that it read:

The gentleman asked that the return date is not due,

Bashan night rain rises autumn pool.

When to cut the candles of the west window,

But when it rains at night in Bashan.

After reading this poem, Yang Qiuchi was happy and sad, and suddenly understood in his heart that Liu Ruobing must have been on the top of the hill last night, and he saw that he was so sad that he couldn't bear it, so he used Li Shangyin's poem to hint that he would meet one day.

But what day will be the day when the candles of the west window will be cut? Bashan night talk, how ethereal it is, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe a lifetime.

Song Yun'er took the silver hairpin and looked at it, and said, "That's right, it's Master's." ”

Of course, Yang Qiuchi also knew that he and Liu Ruobing had a few degrees, how could they not know the small silver hairpin on her bun. Liu Ruobing's beautiful handwriting Yang Qiuchi didn't know how many times he had carefully studied it before, seeing things and thinking about people, Liu Ruobing's cold and delicate face appeared in front of him again, and infinite sourness and melancholy arose in his heart.

Song Yun'er saw Yang Qiuchi's gloomy expression and shook his arm: "Hey! Master left you a note saying that one day we will meet, and we will definitely come back. ”

Song Yun'er read the note again, glanced at Yang Qiuchi, and asked with some confusion, "Why did Master write such a poem for you......?"

"That's right," Yang Qiuchi's heart sank, remembering that Tongshu thought that this poem was written by Li Shangyin to his wife to express his lovesickness, but there was another saying that it was written to a friend, so he took the note and pretended to look at it, frowned and said: "This poem was written to Li Shangyin to his friend, why did she write it to me?" It's weird. ”

Of course, Song Yun'er also knew that there was a saying in this poem, which was written by Li Shangyin to a friend, so she smiled and said: "What's so strange, my master refuses to accept you as an apprentice, of course you can be a friend, friends are not of any generation, or how can you forget the New Year." After a pause, he added, "My master must have been touched by the sincerity of your apprenticeship, so let's wait to see my master, I'll intercede for you, okay?" ”

"Hmmm! Good. Yang Qiuchi saw Liu Ruobing's note, and hope was ignited in his heart, he folded the note carefully, put it in his arms, looked at the silver hairpin, and was about to speak, Song Yun'er had already said: "You can keep this silver hairpin, and you will return it to her when my master comes back." ”

After that, a trace of worry flashed in Song Yun'er's eyes, it was so swift, like a white horse passing through a gap, fleeting,

"Good!" Yang Qiuchi looked down at the silver hairpin, and when he heard this, he looked at Song Yun'er gratefully, and carefully took the silver hairpin into his arms.

Song Yun'er took off Yang Qiuchi's official robe and put it on the bed, found a needle and thread, lowered her head and clumsily sewed Yang Qiuchi's robe.

Song Yuner was born in the family of an official eunuch, and he had done needlework. Yang Qiuchi went back to the bed and sat down, watching her busy sewing clothes for herself, and smiled softly.

Song Yun'er was panicked in her heart, and when she heard Yang Qiuchi laughing, she thought she was laughing at her for not knowing how to do needlework, but she was even more flustered, and when she didn't pay attention, the tip of the needle pierced her fingers, and she shrank her hand in pain.

Yang Qiuchi grabbed Song Yun'er's plain hand, picked up the green onion white finger and looked at it, a small round bead of blood came out, and hurriedly took her finger in her mouth.

Song Yun'er was ashamed, she felt that Yang Qiuchi was sucking her fingers, slippery and itchy, her body was restless, her eyes were rolling, and she called in a trembling voice: "Brother~!" ”

Yang Qiuchi had already let go of her hand, looked at it, there was no blood on her fingers, and said, "Okay, no more bleeding." ”

He took Song Yun'er's white jade-like crystal clear palm and said, "Yun'er, your hands are so beautiful, you really don't look like a person who practices martial arts." ”

Song Yun'er grinned: "What? Should the hands of martial artists be five big and three thick, like the old bark? He withdrew his palm, lowered his head and continued to mend Yang Qiuchi's official robe.

"No, no, I mean your hands look so slender and transparent, you can't imagine that you can burst out with so much strength."

"Hehe, if you practice martial arts, you still don't have much strength, then what are you doing practicing martial arts?"

"That's right." Yang Qiuchi nodded, looking at Song Yun'er's sewing movements slowly becoming proficient, his heart moved, and he remembered the little nun Yuanmiao, and faintly felt that something was wrong.

Liu Ruobing has already tried it, Yuan Miao doesn't know martial arts at all, since Yuan Miao is so weak, how can he strangle Yuan Hui?

Last night, Yang Qiuchi patronized and thought about how to resolve Liu Ruobing's ice, and Yuan Miao quickly confessed, so Yang Qiuchi didn't have time to think about this case, but now after calming down, he found all kinds of suspiciousness.

Forensic theory believes that it is difficult for an adult to simply strangle another adult, generally because of the disparity in physical strength and strength between the two, and the deceased will generally have more obvious resistance injuries, or the victim is unconscious, drunk, etc.

The deceased Yuan Hui had no obvious resistance injuries on her body, could it be that she was already in a coma at that time? Or drunk? No, the monks don't drink alcohol, and the latter may not have a small surname, so most likely, the deceased was in a coma before he was strangled to death.

How do I check for coma? Extraction of gastric contents, internal organs for laboratory testing? It is not feasible, this is in the Ming Dynasty, it is possible to extract blood for poison testing, for example, diazepam drugs will remain in the blood and can be tested, but the set of equipment and reagents for poison testing is packed in another large aluminum alloy cabinet, and together with the DNA testing equipment, it was flattened under the big stones of the two-story building washed down by the mudslide.

In addition to being poisoned and unconscious, there is also the possibility of being strangled by someone whose strength is significantly stronger than that of the deceased, and if it is in a soft place such as a bed, there may not be an obvious resistance injury.

If this is the case, then it will not be the weak Yuan Miao, she wants to strangle Yuan Hui with her strength, it is almost impossible to complete.

Could it be that the murderer is someone else?

(To be continued)