"The Black Snake is coming towards you Fifteen."

When Sun Fu heard this Yan Weiqing's cold voice, he wanted to cry a little, one Zhang is not enough, are you still here? How much do you not see my Dali Temple?

Zhang Cheng is used to being poor, Yan Weiqing is a son of a family, only him, but he has eight sons who want to marry a daughter-in-law!

Yan Weiqing didn't care about the villain in Sun Fu's heart, and directly threw the suicide note to He Zhichun.

He Zhichun took it and took a look, and his first feeling was that he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

The He family's handwriting is very good, and with the increase of experience over the years, they have all made progress. Only He Zhile, if he does not advance, he will retreat, the words have their own shape, no backbone, just like their people.

She took a closer look, and when she saw that "I want my father and brother to take care of my son more in their spare time", she threw the suicide note on the table.

Then he pulled a chair and sat down, "This suicide note was not written by He Cairen at all, don't you say eldest nephew?" ”

Yan Weiqing nodded, pointed to the remaining words on the top, and said, "Fifteen, you have lived in the He family for many years, and you should know if He Zhile will avoid his father on weekdays. ”

Speaking of which, scholars pay attention to loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness, and they should avoid their fathers.

For example, if you write a word that contains your father's name, you can't write your father's name directly.

For example, He Yu is a Sinon, and sometimes, even when writing these two words, he must pay attention to avoiding them. It is said that there was a man whose father's name was Yue, and he didn't even listen to the music, just to avoid a Yue character.

If there is another man whose father has a stone in his name, he avoids all the stones, and when he crosses the stone bridge, he has to be carried on his back.

Of course, this is a more extreme person, but it is human nature to avoid fatherhood when writing.

"The brothers and sisters of the He family, the enlightenment of the pen is taught by the same person, and when the remaining words are written, the last stroke will be missing. He Zhile is indeed out of harmony with his family, but the writing habits he has developed since childhood are not so easy to change. ”

He Zhichun said, and asked Mu Hibiscus to go to He Zhile's desk and rummage through it, but he did not find the pen and ink with the remaining words.

Sun Fu thought thoughtfully, "Then either He Cairen is not He Zhile, or the suicide note is forged." ”

Although Sun Fu's words are quite tongue-twisting, they are extremely profound, and they can be attacked and retreated, and they can be defended, all according to the meaning of the sage.

He Zhichun couldn't help but sigh, this old fox!

He Cairen is not He Zhile, so it doesn't matter how she died, the suicide note she wrote is bullshit, and she is not the daughter of the He family, what shame do you have on the He family and the prince?

He Cairen is He Zhile, then the suicide note is forged, and the content of the suicide note is also bullshit and slander.

As for whether she is or not, the saint has his own decision.

"Yunxia, go and see which person in Yunxia Courtyard has black silk threads between his fingernails."

He Zhichun said, knocked on the chair with his fingers, pointed to the black silk and said: "This black silk is not the latest weaving method, it should be a piece of old goods, it is easy to hang yarn, you take a closer look, if it is just the rope used by He Cairen to hang, then it is unlikely to hang so flowery." ”

"All the palaces have long been replaced with new cloth, and this kind of cloth is either used by the eunuchs, or someone brought it in from outside."

Why do many people who get rich overnight feel very restrained when they suddenly wear silk and satin?

Because the silk is so delicate, people with thick hands will break the cloth when they touch it casually.

The best things are always used in the palace, how can anyone still be willing to use this kind of cloth, He Zhile was poor and particular when the He family was not rich, and he didn't look down on this kind of satin, not to mention that it was still black, she only liked the color of flowers.

The nobles in the palace are pampered, and their hands are very delicate, so the murderer should be a subordinate who does rough work.

Where did the hanging silk go? Of course, it is hidden between the fingernails, and the fine hairs are stored on your hands, and if you don't deliberately try to get them, you will be able to completely clean them up in a while.

Zhang Qizuo said before that this murderer is a novice.

Newbies are always prone to making mistakes.

After a while, Yunxia walked in with a eunuch, followed by a kick with her foot, and kicked the eunuch to his knees.

"This person was doing a sprinkle sweep in the Hanmei courtyard, and that Chinese New Year's Eve, most of the palace maids were called to the main hall to busy the palace banquet, and he stayed in the courtyard because he was ugly."

The ministers of the night banquet in the palace will draw palace people and eunuchs from each palace to help, and those high-ranking concubines are indispensable to people, and most of the people around the masters of such low-ranking positions are going to be transferred.

This eunuch stayed in the courtyard, and he did have a chance to do it.

The eunuch trembled, lying on the ground with his hands, "Prince, prince, not a slave." ”

Zhang Yanzuo stepped forward, grabbed his hand and looked at it, although it was very subtle, but he could really see that there were subtle black threads between his fingernails.

He didn't say a word, he directly rolled up the eunuch's sleeve, saw a few blood marks on his arm, smiled and patted the eunuch's head several times, "You are such a stupid person, how can you still learn to kill others." When you strangled He Cairen, she struggled so hard that she broke your arm, right? ”

He said with a strange laugh, and then said in a creepy voice: "Last night, when you were lying in bed, did you feel a little cold in your ears...... He Cairen went looking for you, and she left her name behind your ear. ”

The little eunuch was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and began to cry loudly.

He Zhichun rubbed his eyebrows, Zhang Qizuo is really a terrible man!

"It's a slave, it's a slave who kills. The slave's family was poor, so he stole the property in the palace and sold it privately, and the slave thought that when the New Year's Festival, there were many people in the palace, so he secretly sent out a few pieces, but he was found by He Cairen, and the slave was in a hurry, so he killed her by mistake......"

He Zhichun laughed when he heard this, "I dare to say that if He Cairen finds out, he will definitely not report you, but will ask you to help her transport things out." ”

That's not the kind of person he is.

"You can't read a single big character, but you can write exactly the same words as He Zhile? Don't put gold on your face, who gave you that suicide note? ”

As soon as He Zhichun's words fell, the little eunuch was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground.

Zhang Chengzuo's face changed, and he stepped forward to probe the little eunuch's snort, and shook his head.

He Zhichun sighed, just like when she found the black snake near the bathtub when she was bathing in the He Mansion.

Although the means were clumsy, the murderer's goal was achieved, and the murderer's pawns were all killed on the spot.

The people behind the scenes made a move against He Zhile for two purposes.

First, he wanted to force He Zhichun to admit that He Cairen was the daughter of the He family, so that the He family would lose his trust;

Second, the matter of He Cairen's suicide note has been spread, even if He Zhichun proves that it is fake, she did not commit suicide, but was killed by the little eunuch.

But who would believe it? Most people only like to listen to scandals, such as the prince forcing He Cairen to death, and then bullying others, taking a little eunuch to top the bag, and making up a nose and eyes......

It's easy to say a rumor, but it's hard to take it back.

Sun Fu stretched out his hand and patted He Zhichun's shoulder, as if he had touched a hot potato, he quickly shrank back, and it was over, he became the third person to die in Dali Temple.

Things are at an impasse again.