Because there are still things at hand and many clues that need to be sorted out, Xia Zhaoyi wants to go there tomorrow night.
But after the moon set and the sun rose, something happened to Yu Mansion himself first, and Yu He was assassinated at home.
The capital has been cleansed in the past few days, and there are only a few people on the streets. The Yu family went to report to the government, but the government was not very willing to come forward. They only sent two small officials, and they were not trying to solve the case, but to block the news.
But the commotion that had been caused before eventually spread out, and it was not spread quickly and widely. Xia Zhaoyi only heard about it from a few chatting innkeepers in the afternoon. When she came down, someone happened to come to get a drink.
Neighbors, everyone knows each other, and they are sitting there chatting.
There weren't many things the shop could sell, and the court had restrictions. Xia Zhaoyi could only buy one steamed bun and a pot of tea.
She sat aside and listened quietly. She didn't know whether it was true or not about Yu He's murder, but if it was true, it wouldn't be too coincidental. After all, there seemed to be too many people paying attention to Yu Mansion during this period. Not only
Not only those people in the backyard of Huiping Inn and Lin Qingfeng, she also met many unidentified people while inquiring and looking for clues.
It seems that this clue has been broken.
Xia Zhaoyi felt a little tight in her chest. After listening to it for a while, she didn't want to hear it anymore. She ate up the tasteless steamed buns and got up to go back to her room.
The waiter from another inn was looking around at the door.
The boy who was going to deliver the letter saw it, got up quickly, went over, and pulled him into a corner: "Why are you here?"
"Miss Lin asked me to come over and deliver a letter," the waiter said.
The waiter wanted to hide the child's identity for fear of being noticed by other people in the store, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, "Where's the letter? Give it to me."
The waiter handed over the letter, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but he thought it was okay not to say it. Anyway, the little maid said that it didn't feel right, so there was no need to say it.
The clerk took the letter, sent the waiter away, and turned to look for the boy upstairs.
He knocked at the door, but there was no response. He called his name, but there was no response.
The clerk tried to push the door open, but it was not bolted and opened suddenly.
There was no one in the room, the bedding and table were neatly tidied, but a few of the child's luggage were still there.
The waiter felt something was wrong and quickly backed out.
He raised his hand and scratched his head: "It's strange, I saw her coming up, but why did she disappear again?"
………………
Ambergris was burning in the study, and the smell was slightly stronger than usual.
It was quiet, except for the soft sound of Emperor Xuan Yan occasionally turning a page.
The chamberlain reported outside, and then led a young tall man in.
Emperor Xuan Yan put down his pen, looked at the man and bowed before asking, "What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, Yu He is dead," the man said.
Emperor Xuan Yan frowned: "Who?"
The man paused and said vaguely: "Yu He, the one who originally testified about the stolen goods and money and submitted the evidence of the drug orders."
Emperor Xuan Yan nodded and said softly: "I remember, it's that person."
"Yesterday he died tragically at home and was bled to death. The murderer has not yet been found."
"Absurd!" Emperor Xuan Yan was angry, "I will go to Chongtiantai to worship heaven today. What happened at this critical moment? What did Li Dongyan and Qian Shun do? They cleared the streets and cleared a pile for me.
Murder comes out!”
At the end of the sentence, Emperor Xuan Yan slapped the table angrily.
The man lowered his head slightly and did not dare to speak.
After a moment's pause, Emperor Xuan Yan said, "Does Yu He have any enemies on weekdays?"
"There are quite a few reports to the emperor," the man replied. "In the year after he drove away Tang Chengye, he was quite like a villain, and he didn't take people seriously. I'm afraid he himself didn't know what happened.
How many people have been offended?"
"It's ridiculous." Emperor Xuan Yan laughed angrily.
"Do you want to investigate the cause of death?" The man raised his head and asked.
"Check it." Emperor Xuan Yan said.
When he mentioned word-checking, he remembered what happened a few days ago, his face darkened again, and he said: "None of the things I asked you to check these days have been done properly for me. Regarding the girl Peifeng, I asked
You have been checking for the longest time, have you found out?"
"No..." The man looked embarrassed, "She is probably an orphan, so it's not easy to find her."
"It is impossible for an orphan to be so magical. Either it is a rumor, or she is a secret guard raised by some family." Emperor Xuanyan said, "I will give you another ten days. If you can't find it after ten days,
If you find anything useful, hand over your saber and go to Tiancheng Camp to feed the horses."
The man paused slightly, then accepted the order: "Yes, I will obey."
Emperor Xuan Yan watched the man leave, frowned and picked up his pen.
The chamberlain on the side said at this time: "Your Majesty, I have been keeping a few words in my heart. Every time I think about it these days, I always feel confused."
"What are you talking about?" Emperor Xuan Yan looked at him.
"If this matter can't be found out, maybe Liu Sijie really can't be blamed," the chamberlain said, "What if there is no such girl at all?"
"No?"
"Perhaps something happened that we don't know about," the chamberlain looked at Emperor Xuan Yan, "Your Majesty, when this girl was riding a horse in the city, Princess Ancheng hadn't even entered the city yet. She didn't see anything with her own eyes.
Who knows if it is true or not? Could it be that what happened to Peifeng at that time had to be hidden from the emperor, so he made up such a girl?"
Emperor Xuan Yan looked at him deeply for a long time, nodded, withdrew his gaze and continued writing.
The waiter still had a lot to say, but he just endured it and stopped talking.
………………
It was very cold outside the house, and I couldn't see anything wrong.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't stay long and walked towards the alley to the south.
After walking for a long time, the sky became completely dark.
The man was no longer sitting under the old tree outside the yard, and there was no one in their yard.
In the whole nine-dimensional small courtyard, candles are lit on the second floor, with a touch of light yellow.
The furnishings in the room are simple, and he is practicing calligraphy, copying the "Hua Chao Lu" written by Murong Xiu, a calligrapher of the previous dynasty.
The candle flame swayed slightly, as if the wind was coming in. He paused with his pen, raised his head, and then heard some noises.
Quan Jiuwei was startled, and the hand that was not holding the pen touched the dagger placed under the table.
"who?"
There was a knock at the door.
Quan Jiuwei quickly looked back.
"I'll open the door and come in. You should be prepared first, don't be scared by me." A child's voice with a slight milky sound sounded outside the door.
In fact, Quan Jiuwei was frightened. His hair stood on end, his skin was covered in goosebumps, and his whole body was chilled.
At this moment, the door was pushed open with a creak, and a ten-year-old child appeared. He was dressed in dark cloth, with a delicate appearance, and his hair was tied up in a bun that was inappropriate for his age.
Quan Jiuwei felt bad all over, and raised his dagger: "Who are you!"
