"Drop, drop!"

With Jiang Wuyan's voice, the wooden ball that Zhao Qingyan rotated between his fingers fell, and his expression was a little depressed: "It's a little bit worse." ”

Jiang Wuyan leaned over and picked up the three small wooden balls that had fallen on the ground, and moved his five fingers lightly, letting the wooden balls spin around between his fingers, the speed was very fast, but the wooden balls seemed to be stuck to his fingers and had no intention of falling off. Looking at the small ball beating between his fingers, Jiang Wuyan was still in the mood to chat with Zhao Qingyan: "It's gratifying to be able to hold on to a stick of incense so soon." ”

"Quick?" Zhao Qingyan was not angry, "It's been almost a year." ”

Jiang Wuyan picked his fingers, and the wooden ball obediently fell into the palm of his hand: "A year is not much, and you don't pay much attention to it, do you?" If you take it in your hand every day and play with it, I guarantee that you will be able to hold five balls and stick to two sticks of incense in a year." ”

Zhao Qingyan said: "Forget it, God knows what your 'upper heart' is based on? ”

Jiang Wuyan asked, "Guys?"

Zhao Qingyan said: "I have heard of how your fingers were practiced, but I saw Lu Wei practice his fingers with a lancet and an iron thorn ball. How many layers of skin do you have to take off your fingers so nimble?"

Jiang Wuyan heard this: "Their puppet palace has always been bloody, practicing martial arts and self-harm. ”

Zhao Qingyan glanced at him: "Where do you think you are better? It's winter when you dip your fingers in ice water to catch fish, and it's in the fire." ”

Jiang Wuyan looked at his slender and white fingers, and couldn't help teasing: "Our martial arts practice has rough skin and thick flesh, where can it compare to the fine skin and tender meat that you are used to cultivating?"

"You?rough skin and thick meat?" Zhao Qingyan rolled his eyes, took a few sips of herbal tea, and gently put it back, "The Qi Wangfu is not short, I eat and I don't drink, and I don't have any blood revenge that I have to revenge, why do I have to push myself so hard?"

Jiang Wuyan smiled slightly: "Yes." ”

"What do you say, so happy?" a group of maids standing in the distance saluted, and King Qi strode over, smiling on his face.

Jiang Wuyan was slightly stunned, stood up and bowed slightly: "Lord Wang." ”

Zhao Qingyan also called his father, and asked with a smile, "Why did my father come over?" and asked Jin'er to set up another seat.

King Qi said: "Naturally, there is something, by the way, take a look at your physical condition." He looked at the wooden ball that was put aside by Jiang Wuyan and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Wuyan was also unrestrained, and had already sat down again at this time: "Didn't you play a few times and drop it again?"

Zhao Qingyan smiled bitterly: "Can't you tell your father a few words about me?"

King Qi couldn't help but smile: "I don't need to say it, I know what the result is, I may not believe it if I really praise you." ”

Zhao Qingyan sighed lightly: "Why did my father say it so bluntly? I just came back from my master, and I was reprimanded for a long time." ”

Jiang Wuyan asked, "Or do you say that your martial arts have not grown at all?"

Zhao Qingyan shrugged: "Actually, it's still a little better than a few months ago." ”

King Qi and Jiang Wuyan laughed together, but they didn't take it seriously. Zhao Qingyan is not tired of martial arts for a year or two, King Qi persuaded, coaxed by the breeze, Zhuo Yi stared, he still tried his best to be lazy. Now everyone is used to the way he looks, and no one will seriously reprimand him if he talks about it occasionally.

Zhao Qingyan muttered in a low voice: "I have the skill of a half-jiazi, and the average opponent is enough to deal with it, what do you want such good martial arts for?"

King Qi said: "You are really embarrassed to say, is that your own skill?"

Zhao Qingyan said with a smile: "The ancestor gave me an apprenticeship gift." ”

King Qi stretched out his hand and knocked him: "If your master didn't see that you were still qualified, and he pitied you, how could he accept you as a lazy disciple? The words were blame, but the tone was not half angry.

Zhao Qingyan blinked and said, "No, I've already finished half of my studies." It's only been seven years since I joined Biluo Mountain, and Master said that it took him nine years just to memorize those sword scores and whatever. I've memorized them all, and I'm in the mood to think about it slowly. ”

King Qi was angry and funny: "How many people want to worship under the gate of Biluo Mountain but don't get the opportunity, but in the end they are cheap for you, a gentleman who is unwilling to endure hardships, I sigh for your master." ”

Zhao Qingyan said: "Alas, no matter how bad the son is, he will give birth to himself, and no matter how bad the apprentice is, he will also accept it himself." ”

King Qi didn't bother to talk to him about these crooked reasoning: "The matter you asked me to investigate has a result." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Qingyan immediately put away his laughter, "How is it?"

Jiang Wuyan obviously knew what King Qi was going to say, not only did he not leave with "acquaintance", but instead listened attentively.

King Qi knew the relationship between Jiang Wuyan and his son, so he didn't shy away from it, raised his hand and waved the maid away, and said slowly: "The body of the one named Jiang Jie was found in a very remote alley in the city. It's also a special time, otherwise the kind of alley that no one will enter for many years, and the corpse may not be found after it is rotten. There was a bag of silver pressed under his corpse, and the contents of his clothes were here. The result of the examination was eleven stabs in the chest, and the shape of the knife was drawn, you can see for yourself. The body had been transported to a hidden place, and he had been with me for many years, and he knew what not to say. Put the cloth bag in front of Zhao Qingyan.

A three-inch silver nugget, a few copper coins, a blood-stained blue silk cloth, and a few pieces of rice paper. Zhao Qingyan flipped over and looked at the silver pieces a few times, handed them to Jiang Wuyan casually, and then paid attention to the pieces of paper.

Jiang Wuyan only glanced at it, and then said, "This silver is quite pure, and it can't be taken out in ordinary places." ”

King Qi bowed his head and continued: "Jiang Jie's clothes have been turned over, and it seems that they were turned after death. ”

"After death?" Zhao Qingyan took out a handkerchief from his arms and wrapped it in the blue silk cloth and looked at it carefully, "Isn't it? Where did this blood come from? Didn't it mean that the palm of the corpse was clean? There was blood on the tip of the right finger, and the palm was clean, but this silk cloth was stained with a lot of blood. He grasped the gesture with his right hand: "Probably he grabbed the cloth with his right hand and stuffed it into his blood-covered bosom before he died, so his fingertips were stained with some blood, but his palms were not." But, as his father said, the man who turned the contents of his bosom could not even tell whether he was dead or alive?"

Jiang Wuyan guessed: "For example, the person who killed him was quite flustered, and there was no distinction between the hurried?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at the paper in his hand silently, and did not object or agree: "Do you have any speculation?"

King Qi shook his head: "He knows very well whether he should interfere or not, but he just said that he has checked it very clearly, so I can rest assured that there is no omission." ”

Zhao Qingyan nodded, took the fire fold from the side, and lit the paper and cloth together.

King Qi and Jiang Wuyan were stunned: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Qingyan pinched his eyebrows: "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse...... This is the hand of the Queen. ”

King Qi was stunned and said, "No, are you?"

Zhao Qingyan shook his head: "I can't be sure, but I believe that it is very likely that it is her." With a few secret guards under the royal brother, it is a piece of cake to kill people without leaving corpses. Even if he didn't need a secret guard for safety, he wouldn't have done anything stupid to leave so much behind. Leaving these things behind will not work at all. If I don't want to investigate, let's not talk about when the body will be found and whether it can be found. Even if it is successfully discovered, the yamen will close the case as an unjust case. And if I look into it, who will I suspect? The people I suspect have no point in framing each other. Excluding the possibility of deliberate action, that would leave these things to be mistakes. After a pause, he said: "You all practice martial arts, so you naturally know very well that you must protect your chest as soon as you are stabbed." People like us who know some fighting skills somewhat, and may give priority to counterattacking when fighting, but Jiang Jie, a person who has not undergone any training, has been stabbed so many times, why didn't he use his hands to block it? From the results of the examination and the speculation at the scene at that time, it is enough to show that Jiang Jie was sober at that time. So, I can only guess that his hand was caught at the time. ”

Jiang Wuyan thought for a moment: "It doesn't seem to be very rigorous." ”

Zhao Qingyan added: "Let's put it this way. First of all, the possibility of framing others is ruled out, and whether it is silver or that piece of cloth, it will become a flaw left by a mistake. And as I just said, this cloth was stuffed into his arms by himself after Jiang Jie had been searched, and he died after stuffing this cloth. Looking at it this way, it shows a problem - so many knives in the chest were not pierced after Jiang Jie's death. Imagine that such a guy who stabbed more than a dozen times and didn't stab anyone to death could have restrained Jiang Jie's hands by himself? An investigation showed that Jiang Jie had no obvious bruises on his wrists. I deduced that there was at least one more than the man with the knife. In the business of murder, two people will always be several times more dangerous than one person. Especially to hire this kind of killer, at least the royal brother can't do this kind of thing. Except for the imperial brother, who will kill him? The answer is obvious. ”

Jiang Wuyan chewed it and added: "But all this is based on the basis of 'Jiang Jie stuffed the cloth into his arms after being searched, and then died'." If this inference is wrong in the first place, isn't the rest also wrong?"

Zhao Qingyan shrugged: "Generally, experienced people will not wear silk clothes to kill people, and all kinds of signs also indicate that the killer is unprofessional, or even temporary." Unprofessional killers and no need to blame can fully correspond to the authenticity of the flaws. In this case, it doesn't matter where the cloth came from, right?"

Jiang Wuyan patted his forehead: "I feel so tired talking to you, I still haven't figured it out after listening to it for a long time." ”

Zhao Qingyan made a hugging posture and patiently explained: "As I said, the place where I was stabbed is mainly in the lower abdomen and upper part of the chest. Doesn't this mean that there is a person who hugged Jiang Jie from behind, so that he could not resist? Because his hands were tied, so he would not be stained with blood, so I had the initial inference. ”

King Qi asked, "Do you think the possibility of manslaughter can be ruled out?"

Zhao Qing said: "Probably yes." Why did he carry such a big bag of silver, and why did he not go out in the city for so many days? To be honest, I didn't expect to find him. I think it was because he didn't find a chance, so he delayed it. Although the city gate is not strictly prohibited, it may not be without my eyes among the guards guarding the city. It was because he knew this that 'that person' did not dare to let Jiang Mingcheng go to the city. And Jiang Jie would stay in such a remote place with a bag of silver before he died, it should be the person who asked him to wait in the city for the right time and said that he would take him out of the city and let him wait there. I can't think of anything else other than this conjecture. And killing people does not take money, and the possibility of manslaughter must also be ruled out. ”

After a pause, Zhao Qingyan added: "Before I left, Ouyang sent me, and he apologized to me, admitting that Ouyang Xiu's request for transfer was instigated by him. There is also the intention of the imperial brother and me to express the meaning of truce. ”

King Qi frowned and asked, "Then pretend to be okay and admit it?"

Zhao Qingyan asked rhetorically: "Otherwise, what is my father going to do?"

King Qi gritted his teeth: "Then you can't let her do this." A cold glint flickered in his eyes. He is a prince with great power, a prince who has made great achievements for the Great Song Dynasty, not a fish and meat to be slaughtered on the chopping board. The queen wants to hurt his only son.

Zhao Qingyan looked at his father, the fingers of his hand on the table curled up, and he thought thoughtfully: "Father, you don't care about this matter, I will figure it out by myself later." ”

King Qi asked, "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Qingyan smiled faintly and said, "Solve it in the most peaceful way." ”

King Qi pondered for a moment, sighed, got up and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you." Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any questions, or I'm not sure I'll do anything. He seemed very tired and didn't want to stay longer, so he was ready to leave after a few words.

The son understood, and the father walked slowly. Zhao Qingyan replied casually, watching King Qi leave, still with a little smile in his eyes.