Lan Cairen's body had been moved to a small mourning hall, where she would be parked for three days before being transported to the mausoleum of a concubine of low rank.

The imperial grandson took four entourages into this very remote courtyard, the candles in the mourning hall were not half burned, the incident happened suddenly, this is also in a hurry to put it up, and the worship will not be carried out until tomorrow.

Lan Cairen has no children under her name, the crown prince and the crown princess don't have to come, she is usually not close to other concubines, and she has no contact with the emperor and grandson. If Zhu Zhanpei doesn't come, I'm afraid only those palace maids and eunuchs in his palace will come to see her off.

Hua Qiao, who was dressed as an entourage, looked at her mother lying in the coffin, biting her lip tightly but still shedding tears.

The last time she saw her mother two days ago, she was still so happy, dancing in a Korean dress to show Hua Qiao: "Xiao Qiao, look, if you turn like this, the skirt will look good." ”

She laughed like a happy child, living in the palace of the Ming Dynasty for nineteen years, and it was at this time that she lived like herself.

It has been two and a half hours since Lan Cairen's death, and the corpse has already stiffened, Hua Qiao gently stroked her face with her fingertips, squeezed out a smile from her tears, and said softly:

"You haven't taught me how to dance yet, why did you go? You didn't touch you well when you live, and now you look like this, how can you let Xiao Buckwheat bear to disturb you......"

Hua Qiao cried in a low voice for a while before taking Hu Yanjin's handkerchief to wipe her face, and rubbing her eyes with her palms.

She didn't rush to look at the wound, but first started to check from the head, and suddenly, she found that there was a clear bruise behind Lan Cairen's right ear, and when she untied her collar, she looked at it, and sure enough, there were some bruises looming on her neck, but they were not as clear as the one behind the ear.

Hu Yanjin stretched out his hand and compared, it was the size of a man's palm, behind the ear, it should be the position of the thumb.

"Didn't they find these bruises at the scene?" Hu Yanjin asked strangely.

"These bruises may not be obvious at the time, and they may not be visible at the time, and it will take a long time for them to appear."

With this suspicion, Hua Qiao cheered up and examined more carefully. She followed her arm and touched Lan Cairen's right hand, and couldn't help but scream softly: "Ah! How so! ”

She turned her head and asked Xiao Yan, who was standing on the side: "When she found Niangniang, was she holding the scissors by herself?" ”

Xiao Yan was standing behind the imperial grandson and listening, he nodded and said: "That's exactly what I said, Lan Niangniang grabbed the scissors in her right hand, and her fingers were already stiff, and it was Fucheng who broke them hard, so she broke her fingers and pulled out the scissors." ”

Hua Qiao frowned and said hatefully: "What a vicious murderer! would come up with a way to synchronize death, so that no one would suspect that this action was not done by the mother herself. ”

"Why? Fucheng said that the scissors have a long mouth, and they are not completely poked in, but they are very similar to the depth of their own stabs. ”

Hua Qiao raised Lan Cairen's right hand to show them, and there was no scar on the skin, but the posture of the hand was a little unpleasant.

Hu Yanjin and Xiao Yan said at the same time: "Dislocation! ”

They are people who practice martial arts, and they are no strangers to dislocations, especially when they don't want the other party to commit suicide by taking poison, they will remove the other party's jaw.

"Yes, Niangniang's wrist is dislocated, she has been dislocated twice in a short period of time, and then often used this hand to exert force, not well raised, if this hand encounters external force, it is easier to dislocate than ordinary people."

Hua Qiao twisted slightly, but she couldn't let the wrist joint return to its position, and it would probably take a day or two for the corpse to re-soften before she could push the joint back.

She put Lan Cairen's hand back, carefully buttoned her collar again, stood up and walked out.

Zhu Zhanji was waiting for her outside with Xiao Zhong, and when he saw her coming out so quickly, he hurriedly asked, "How is it?" What's the problem? Did you see the wound? ”

Hua Qiao shook her head and said:

"I don't need to look at the wound, I've already determined that Niangniang didn't commit suicide, he killed him! One is that she had bruises on her neck and behind her ears, and the time when the bruises appeared was almost the same as the time of her death. This shows that Niangniang was choked by someone before she died.

The second is that Niangniang's right wrist is dislocated, and the dislocated hand is not only painful, but more importantly, she can't use force at all, so how can she hold the scissors and hurt herself? ”

"But...... Lan Niangniang's hand was tightly gripping the scissors handle, and her father also saw it with his own eyes. If she was strangled to death and then used her hand to hold the scissors, how could she do that? ”

When Zhu Zhanji followed Zhu Di to the Northern Expedition to Mongolia, he had seen soldiers killed on the battlefield, and some of them would keep the last action of his life after death, such as holding a knife, grabbing a gun that pierced his heart, etc., and some even scuffled with the enemy, and it took a lot of effort to separate the two.

The doctor explained to him that it must be at the moment of sudden death, and the muscles are doing this action, so that there will be such a phenomenon of maintaining posture after death.

"Yes, so I speculate that this murderer is holding Niangniang's hand to stab herself, and Niangniang should have struggled desperately, which caused her wrist to dislocate again."

Hua Qiao's heart is dripping blood: how painful the mother should be at that moment, the pain of the wound, the pain of dislocation, and the pain of the son raised by herself, who is bent on dying by herself!

Zhu Zhanji nodded, and sighed again:

"At that time, there were only Lan Niangniang and Zhu Zhanpei in the house, and the murderer didn't need to be investigated, it must be the white-eyed wolf raised by Lan Niangniang! Fortunately, it was discovered early, if he became the climate, the East Palace and the Imperial Palace, I don't know how many people will shed blood. ”

"But ......" Xiao Yan suddenly asked: "When Zhu Zhanpei walked to the door, the palace maid at the door still heard the sound of a teacup breaking inside. Could it be that Lan Niangniang had already been killed at that time? ”

"What's so hard about that?" Hu Yanjin replied: "Holding the thread in your hand, pressing the teacup on the line, walking to the door and pulling back the thread, won't the teacup be pulled to the ground?" Or simply put it on the top of the door, and when the door is closed, the teacup falls off the door, which will also cause the mother to do it. ”

Such a time difference is just a proof that the palace maid is still alive when he leaves.

Hua Qiao smiled at Zhu Zhanji: "I want to go in again and say goodbye to my mother." ”

"Go ahead. You go and tell Lan Niangniang, we will definitely not let the murderer go, let her heart go. ”

Zhu Zhanji looked at this different sister and couldn't help but have mixed feelings. Hua buckwheat is good at the people, not to mention, but also learned a hand of tricks, and told herself before that she wants to be a female head catcher, punish evil and promote good, and arrest murderers.

Such a strange woman turned out to be her own sister who was related by blood......

Hua Qiao returned to the small mourning hall alone, knelt in front of the coffin, and gave a North Korean gift to her mother who was lying inside. The last time she hid behind the Buddha statue in Anguo Temple and saw her mother saluting like this, at that time, she felt that this lady was so beautiful.

"Amani, my daughter has resigned for you." There were tears in Hua Qiao's eyes:

"Don't come back, Daming only imprisons your cage, North Korea has your own songs and laughter, the mountains are high and the waters are long, the fate is shallow and deep, don't pass by."