Needless to say from He Zhichun, Zhang Yanzuo had already dragged the little eunuch's body to the next room for examination.

No one cared about the cause of his death, mainly to see if there were any black snake marks or other clues on his body.

After a long while, Zhang Yanzuo walked in and shook his head: "No, it should be a pawn who is not in the stream." ”

He Zhichun thought about it, "Now we only have two clues in our hands, the suicide note and the black silk, neither of which is something that this little eunuch can have." Big nephew, if you were to see a person's words, how long would it take for you to be able to write exactly the same? ”

Yan Weiqing said without thinking: "If He Cairen writes so ugly, it can be imitated at a glance...... Like Dr. Sun's so-so, it can be imitated in a day...... Like Zhang Chengzuo, he writes with an ominous atmosphere, and he can't imitate ......"

Zhang Qizuo stroked his palms and laughed, "Have a vision!" ”

He Zhichun glanced at Sun Fu and said, "Your words are like ghost paintings, is there anything to be proud of?"

"And what about you, Dr. Sun?"

Doctor Sun's old face turned red, "He Cairen's words, the old man can write it in about a month, probably ......."

He is not good at calligraphy, how long can he write words like Yan Weiqing and He Zhichun, and he didn't mention this kind of self-inflicted humiliation at all.

He Zhichun nodded, "Then it shows that there are two possibilities for the person who wrote this suicide note, one is that the people around He Cairen often see her words and then imitate them; The other is that this person is a person who is very good at calligraphy, just like Yan Weiqing. I'm more inclined to the second option. ”

Yan Weiqing added, "Yes, because if this person is very familiar with He Cairen, he will definitely know that she will avoid her father when she writes Yu Zi, so this person just read He Cairen's words hastily, and then wrote a suicide note." ”

After a month of careful consideration, you should not make such a mistake.

The person behind the scenes should have been improvised, because he was stimulated by He Zhichun to become the empress dowager, so he did such a thing.

He Zhichun thought about it, picked up the suicide note, put it under his nose and smelled it, and then picked up the ink strip in He Zhile's house and sniffed it, hooking the corners of his mouth.

"Big nephew, come and smell it."

Yan Weiqing's nose is smarter than a dog, and she will definitely be able to smell more things than her.

In the eyes of ordinary people, isn't it ink? It's pitch black, what's the difference.

But in the eyes of the aristocratic gentlemen, it is different, and now pine smoke ink is the majority, with purple light as the leader, black light as the second, and blue light as the worst.

The handwriting of this suicide note has a faint purple light, if it is not from a scholarly family like Yan Weiqing, it is either rich or expensive.

The palace is divided into three, six, nine and so on, and not all concubines can afford to use ink.

Like He Zhile, her interest is not here, so she uses the most ordinary ink, only a faint pine fragrance. It is completely different from the scent of ink on the suicide note.

"Good ink! This fragrance is very familiar", Yan Weiqing said, snorting lightly, "There should be musk in it, ambergris... The taste is very domineering, and most of them are used by men. Women love to mix floral fragrances. This taste...... It should be a tribute the year before last, and the saint rewarded his great-grandfather with two ingots, that's right! ”

Daqing people especially love incense, not only to smoke incense on weekdays, but also to have incense in the mouth, even food, ink ingots, and paper are eager to become fragrant.

He Zhichun had already seen Yan Weiqing's skills, but Zhang Qizuo and Sun Fu were both seeing each other for the first time, and they were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths.

Zhang Qizuo circled around Yan Weiqing, "Weiqing, what kind of fragrance do you smell on someone's body?" ”

Yan Weiqing didn't want to hear it, so Zhang Yanzuo stretched his sleeve under his nose reluctantly.

"When you got up this morning, you ate Yuezhou vegetarian noodles from Zhiweiji, and you were reluctant to increase the size, so you only used free radish and capers, and you can smell the sour smell from three feet away! If someone in your family believes in Buddhism, before going out today, he should have put incense on it, because there is still sandalwood incense on your sleeves and hands......

Zhang Yanzuo was already hugging his chest in surprise, he was simply not human!

Yan Wei glanced at him innocently and continued: "You did what Dunlun did last night, and you actually slept without bathing...... You haven't bathed for at least ten days and half a month, haven't you? The robe on his body smelled of corpses......"

Zhang Chengzuo's old face turned red, pointed at Yan Weiqing and said tremblingly: "You, you!" Did you say you were hiding under the old man's bed? I'm freezing to death in winter, so it's more ...... how to bathe?"

Before he finished his words, he found that He Zhichun and Sun Fu were quietly three feet away from him!

"It turns out that Zhang Chengzuo also has a family......

I can't think about it, if his wife has some husband and wife fun, she said: "Lang Jun, draw me a picture of a beautiful spring sleep......

Zhang Cheng waved his pen, "Madam, a certain painting is done." ”

The lady raised her eyes and looked, "You who killed a thousand knives, you actually painted a posthumous portrait!" I just want to let the old lady die early, and then go find a little goblin! ”

Then he picked up the sole board, snapped a few times, and Zhang Cheng made a pawn.

He Zhichun thought about it and couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Yanzuo touched his nose speechlessly, is it so funny that he has a family?

Because there was another clue, everyone suddenly relaxed.

"Doctor Sun still remembers the assassination of the saint in the palace, right? How did the Assassin know that the saint would go to the Temple of Manna at that time? And then how did they escape? The assassin has not been caught until now. ”

Sun Fu was thoughtful.

He Zhichun was not untargeted, and casually brought up this old case.

Since this ink is a tribute, and the spices used are very expensive, the quantity will not be large. Even if a saint rewards an old minister, he will not give it to people who don't know the goods, such as giving this kind of precious ink to a military general, which is simply a tyrannical thing.

This kind of reward is all recorded and traced.

No matter how powerful the black snake is, it can't be that all the saint's important ministers are his people, right?

But in addition to the people who can get the ink that the saints have rewarded, there is another kind of person who can use this kind of ink.

That's the one who serves the saint.

The little eunuch is illiterate, but what about the attendants in the palace province?

There are quite a few of them, but they are hidden. No one knew the saint's whereabouts better than them, and if they wanted to cover a murderer, it couldn't be easier. What's more, who did the sage ask to investigate the affairs in the palace?

If it is a matter of the harem, it is naturally Wei Guifei.

But is the assassination also an order for the eunuch to investigate?

Of course, this is just a suspicion on the part of He Zhichun, in the end, he still has to take the list of rewards first and check them one by one.

As long as you have done something, it is impossible not to leave traces, as long as there are traces, the people of Dali Temple will be able to find out sooner or later.

The Black Snake was in a hurry this time, they were already about to see his tail.