Chapter VI: Conspiracy
The case has been handed over to the Dali Siqing Investigation and the Shang Si Bureau to deal with it in coordination, and the emperor has decreed that the matter must not be passed on.
Zhang Yaozuo, the secretary of Dali Temple, who had just served for a long time, complained bitterly in his heart when he received this hot potato. Foreign ministers have never been allowed to interfere in the affairs of the harem, and at this time, he stood in the bamboo forest, and the panic in his heart had not subsided.
Dealing with this kind of palace secret is often just thankless, but what else can I do, let's investigate the case head-on. Zhang Yaozuo looked back and saw Wen Yin standing there far away, so he had the idea of asking her for news in private.
Who knew that Wen Yin actually came over at this time.
Zhang Yaozuo frowned, looking disapproving of her involvement in this matter, and shook his head at her from afar. I thought to myself: This dead woman is not only bold but also reckless.
It's just that he didn't succeed in thwarting Wen Yin.
"My lord, the wound on the top of the head looks like it was done with a blunt object" Zhang Yaozuo's right-hand man came over to report the case to him, "The heart should be the fatal place, it looks like a gang committed a crime."
Then he added: "The details depend on the diagnosis of the female officer."
Hu Qike of the Shangsi Bureau Pharmacy in the palace is the granddaughter of Imperial Physician Hu, who specialized in serving the emperor in the previous dynasty, and is proficient in medical skills, especially in pharmacology, and does not want to be sent by the emperor to assist in the investigation of the case.
She checked the two wounds on Meng Zhaoyi's body, although the injuries on the top of her head were terrifying, they were only flesh and skin wounds, and they did not hurt the vital point, but the dagger on her heart had already entered her heart by an inch, directly causing death.
She said to Zhang Yaozuo's subordinate Zhang Wei: "My lord is right, the heart's prescription is fatal."
At this time, there was no one else in the Imperial Garden, and the queen ordered that no one was allowed to approach the Imperial Garden during the investigation, and the violators were punished for the fifteen boards.
In the depths of the bamboo forest, Zhang Wei made a new discovery: a handkerchief embroidered with roses.
Who is this handkerchief, and will it be an important clue left by the murderer?
The affairs of the Inner Palace were particularly troublesome, and everything was restricted, so no matter what it was, he had to ask the emperor for instructions.
Zhang Yaozuo sighed and said: "Let's wait for the emperor to go down to the court, put away this handkerchief first, and take a closer look at any clues."
Wen Yin walked into Meng Zhaoyi's side, squatted down, and sniffed the scent in her hair. I was afraid that I couldn't identify it, so I sniffed it several times.
The original smell is just ordinary incense, which has a refreshing and eye-catching effect. When I smelled it again, I smelled something unusual, the smell was similar to the smell of incense, but with a hint of acidity, mixed with incense, if ordinary people could not smell it.
It's just that she has loved to study medicine and incense making since she was a child, and this smell can't escape her sense of smell.
Wen Yin thought of the scene when she saw Meng Zhaoyi falling asleep in the bamboo forest the day before, and muttered: "Drowsy, unclear... Could it be Essence Rosemary? As he spoke, there were turbulent waves in his heart.
"Auntie, do you know what kind of incense the nobles in the palace use?" Wen Yin looked at the female officer in a purple official uniform and asked.
The female officer still maintained the posture of checking the corpse, her body did not move, she raised her head slightly to look at Wen Yin and said: "Most of them are cinnabar incense, and there are also mothers who worship the Buddha who like to have sandalwood."
"Auntie, you smell this lady's hair and see if there is anything abnormal."
The female officer lowered her head and sniffed it several times, as if she was not sure, the smell was ......
At this time, Zhang Yaozuo was looking at a large amount of blood stains on the bamboo, and secretly thought: If he killed the bamboo, there should not be so many blood stains left in the forest, and there should be a mess of fighting. But the strange thing is that there are only traces of the footprints of a few people who came in the morning, and there is no scene of large bamboo leaves piling up because of the fight.
If it's suicide...... Zhang Yaozuo looked at Meng Zhaoyi, the wound was not quite similar.
"My lord", Zhang Wei trotted for a while, "I also found this in the bamboo forest."
When I looked closely, it was a small shovel with blood stains on it.
Zhang Yaozuo once again felt a headache, investigating the secret case of the palace is a matter of accidentally losing his head, although the emperor has always been more generous.
"Let's put away the evidence first."
Because of Meng Zhaoyi's matter, the emperor was very unstable in his heart when he was in the early dynasty, and he quit the court early. And everyone in the court also felt that there was something wrong with today's atmosphere, and Dali Siqing did not come to the early dynasty.
The crowd speculated that something big might have happened.
Meng Zhaoyi's body has been put into the coffin, but her death is still a fog.
Zhang Yaozuo, Zhang Wei, and Wen Yin on the way to the imperial study.
Wen Yin whispered in Zhang Yaozuo's ear: "I'm afraid this is the handiwork of someone in the harem, uncle, you should be cautious."
Zhang Yaozuo nodded solemnly, "Go back, the emperor allowed you to enter the bamboo forest to assist in the investigation of the case, but he didn't say that he allowed you to enter the imperial study."
"If that handkerchief is not Meng Niangniang's, then this case should have something to do with a palace maid in Niangniang's palace." Zhang Yaozuo recalled the words he had told him in Chinese Yin in the bamboo forest, "The incense of the lady and the incense on that handkerchief are specially made, not in other palaces", and his tone was very affirmative.
At that time, Wen Yin looked sarcastic.
If there is anything she wants to see in this world, it is undoubtedly the history of the harem. There are so many sins and grievances mixed there, that people can't look at them directly for a long time.
Wen Yincai stepped into the door of Anrong Palace, and Zhang Cairen greeted him with a smile. "I heard that the emperor actually allowed you and your uncle to investigate the case together"?
"My uncle said that I have a relationship with him and know some medical skills, and I can assist the female officials in the palace to investigate the case, and the emperor gave me permission."
Zhang Cairen's heart was put down, she thought ......
When everyone in the palace went to the imperial garden to join in the fun, Zhang Cairen's old god was in the Anrong Hall and asked the maidservant to give her a speech book. First, she didn't want to cause trouble, and second, she didn't want to see the bloody scene.
Zhang Cairen's smile is bright and lovely, and when she wants to deliberately please you, you can't even bear to refuse.
"Uncle asked someone to carry the word, saying that my aunt will come to Bianliang City to look for you in the near future, so that you can pack up and go back to Zhangfu as soon as possible."
This situation was expected by Wen Yin for a long time, so when she first wanted to meet her uncle, she proposed to apprentice, one was to learn some real skills, and the other was to borrow the master to avoid her family.
Wen Yin replied with a smile: "I haven't helped my sister here these days, but it's a mess."
Zhang Cairen took the pearl bracelet and some gadgets that had been prepared early in the morning from the palace maid and handed them to Wen Yin: "Sister, I don't have any good things to give you, you don't dislike these little things, just take them and play with them."
Hearing her say this, how dare Wen Yin refuse.
"Then thank you, sister."
"Do you still have the spices you put in the censer a few days ago? It seems to be easier to fall asleep with your spices, and I sleep exceptionally peacefully, and I haven't slept so well in a long time."
Zhang Cairen stretched his muscles and bones as he spoke, "This body also feels a lot cooler."
As he was talking, there was a little eunuch outside the door: "The emperor has arrived."
Everyone in the house knelt on the ground, "The emperor is blessed."
"Let's be flat", Emperor Renzong waved his hand.
"You're that little girl from the Wen family?" The emperor looked at Wen Yin's unadorned face and asked.
Wen Yin was shocked, but it was only for a moment that she returned to normal.
"The emperor still remembers that his father is a great honor for the Wen family", Wen Yin lowered her head as if she was afraid.
Emperor Renzong inadvertently saw the burden on the chair on the side, and then put his eyes on Zhang Cairen's body, and asked, "This is leaving?" ”
Zhang Cairen came over and straightened the yellow robe for Emperor Renzong, and replied: "The family is already in a hurry, saying that I have detained her in the palace for a long time, and with her out-of-the-box temperament, I don't know what will happen." After speaking, he poked Wen Yin's forehead affectionately.
Zhang Cairen's move seems casual, but it actually has deep meaning. The seemingly intimate words are actually a belittling of Wen Yin and a reminder to Emperor Renzong.
How could Emperor Renzong not know that there was something in her words, "I just think that she is the daughter of the deceased, and she happens to help with the case today, so I just ask at will."
Zhang Cairen patted his head as if he remembered the banquet in the palace tomorrow, and said: "Ming'er is the Xia Yuan Festival, and the palace banquet is for the minister, and it is also excellent for you to go back with your uncle when the banquet is over."
But wave after wave of unevenness, at tomorrow's banquet, there is another conspiracy waiting for them.