He Zhichun looked at Wei Guifei, who shook her head at her, signaling her not to talk about this to the saint now.

It's the New Year's Day, and it's too frowning to talk about the dead.

The saint was about to say that he was thirsty, and finally stopped satisfied, picked up the wine cup on the table, toasted to the hundred officials, ate and drank for a long time, and the monarchs and ministers persuaded him to drink, and danced, and made a lot of noise for a while, and the banquet came to an end.

It wasn't until all the ministers had gone back that the sage stood up and patted He Zhichun on the shoulder, "Tianbao go back to the East Palace." You don't have to worry about that. He Cairen, it's called He Zhile. ”

He Zhichun nodded, the sage had already known.

He Zhile is inextricably linked with her and the He family, and now she died suddenly, saying that there is no deep meaning in it, He Zhichun does not believe it.

Because of the import of Tianding this year, the He family went back to Yuezhou to worship their ancestors.

It was about the time of the Shangyuan Festival that she turned around, how should she say that He Zhile was already dead.

Early the next morning, the ancestors were worshipped.

He Zhichun went to the saint's place for breakfast, only to realize that the matter was serious.

After He Zhile committed suicide, he left a suicide note, saying that he was the daughter of the He family, because he felt ashamed of his father He Yu, and what he did disgraced the prince and the family, so he decided by himself.

Then news came that Liu Lao, who was crying bitterly above the court that day and was about to hit the pillar and die, committed suicide by hanging himself from a beam at home on Chinese New Year's Eve, leaving only four big characters: Misfortune and misfortune.

In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, a burst of earth-shattering drums sounded, and there was a woman Zhang, leading a blind mother-in-law, and three children under her knees, crying with blood and tears. The thought of serving under the empress and feeling humiliated, he left his family behind and died of arsenic.

Zhang's beating the drum and shouting grievances wanted to seek justice for her husband.

When I came to the wilderness of Chang'an again, I was surprised to see the evil beast giant python, which had devoured many people, and the people were terrified......

This gust of demonic wind, like thunder, took advantage of the absence of Cui Jiu and the He family, and slashed at He Zhichun's head.

He Zhichun was already furious, and the people behind this scene were simply mad.

You and I have different political views, so we can come out and fight each other, but he took the lives of so many people at once, just to smear her face.

The patriarchs who had just finished sacrificing their ancestors also looked at each other, and many of them shook their heads, the turmoil was calm, and they couldn't resist it to see Tianbao themselves, as for them, it was better to go back and sleep for a while.

For so many years, the saint has not seen any storms and waves, and the sky has fallen, and he has carried it.

He Zhichun saluted the saint and said seriously: "Let the child and Dr. Sun solve this matter." ”

The saint nodded and smiled, "Tianbao is gone, and Daddy is here!" ”

He Zhichun pursed his mouth, don't think that if you pretend to be a loving father now, I will be able to forgive you for the strange things you did on New Year's Eve, and the thing that broke my pen holder!

When He Zhichun went to the palace where He Zhile lived, Sun Fu and Zhang Yanzuo had been here for a long time, and Yan Weiqing was still the one who drew the pictures.

He Zhichun looked at it with a strange feeling of going back in time, as if she had returned to the time when she had just gone to Dali Temple.

When Sun Fu and the others saw He Zhichun coming in, they hurriedly saluted and called, "Prince." ”

He Zhichun smiled, "You still call me Li Fifteen." ”

It is said that He Zhile gave birth to a prince, and he should be able to improve his rank, at least he should be a beauty, but I don't know why, as if someone deliberately forgot it, she is still a talented person, but she enjoys the beauty of the example.

Hanmei Yuan is not a palace, but an elegant courtyard, she lives in the main house, and the left and right side live in Wucai and Lin Baolin.

The entire Taiji Palace is not big, and there are very many concubines in the sage's harem, and it is the norm for several people to live in a garden like this.

He Zhile was wearing a peach-colored palace dress, with very exquisite makeup painted on his face, and his hair was meticulously combed. But because he was hanged, he looked disgusting.

Zhang Qizuo looked east and west, saw He Zhichun coming over, and said in a low voice: "Fifteen, you see, there are two very heavy strangulation marks on her neck, the first one is a full circle, surrounding the entire neck. And second, the back of the neck does not. Do you see the problem? ”

Sun Fu looked at Zhang Yanzuo as if he was still a student, and he was anxious, is he a prince now? Prince!

What is the prince going to do if he wants to learn from you? Will you play with the crown princess in the future?

"The traces of hanging should be the second, the first is someone strangling her with a rope, crossing her hands, like this......"

He Zhichun said, pulled a hairband casually, wrapped it around the pillar on the side, and performed vigorously.

Zhang Qizuo nodded with satisfaction, the prince is indeed very talented in this, although your family has a throne to inherit, but there are also stunts to inherit here!

She was not wrong before, He Zhile did not hang herself by hanging herself, she was only hung after being strangled to death.

The murderer probably thought that everyone's attention would be drawn away by the suicide note, and a person like this who committed suicide, according to the usual practice in the palace, would only let the grandmother take a casual look at it, and then pretend to be buried.

After all, in the harem, one died, and another came, and human life was not worth much.

"The murderer is very raw, leaving a lot of loopholes, and he shouldn't be a frequent perpetrator." Zhang Qizuo said, looking around.

He Zhichun looked at He Zhile's face and sighed, He Yu came back, I don't know how sad it will be, no matter how bad He Zhile is, it is also the daughter of the He family.

"Let her walk decently." He Zhichun thought about it, but he couldn't help but speak.

Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Li Fifteen, when did you become so kind-hearted?" It's not like you! ”

Sun Fu's forehead is about to sweat, you pit, do you want to harm my Dali Temple next year and have no money to take it? She's the crown prince now, the prince!

He Zhichun didn't reply, but pointed to the black silk beside He Zhile and said, "This is a murder weapon?" ”

Zhang Qizuo played with He Zhile's face, as if she could straighten her bones, and suddenly made her amiable.

"It's hanging from her, weird, isn't it? It's also the first time I've seen someone hang themselves with such black silk and satin, and most people just untie their belts and take a piece of white silk or something. ”

"Well, it's weird, like a black snake." He Zhichun said, stretched out his hand and pinched the cloth, hooking the corners of his mouth.

Sun Fu and Zhang Qizuo glanced at each other, and their expressions became vigilant. The matter of the black snake, they are all witnesses, and the water here is too deep.