Yutang: "That's it. It was Lu Qiao who deliberately murdered Hai Fang."
"No, sister will not kill anyone! Although sister hates him very much, she will never give her life in vain to kill him!" Hongxiao was very excited, and her anxious voice sounded unusual in the empty Yongxiang.
Weird.
"Hongxiao, please calm down first and listen to me!" Yutang took her hand again, walked to Luqiao's side, and pointed to the shoulder of the body, "Look at the knife edge, it is horizontal to the heart.
He was stabbed with a knife, and the wound was in the back, so it should not have been stabbed by Hai Fang."
"Fu Jin, you mean that there was a third person at the scene at that time, the one who injured Sister Luqiao!"
Yutang nodded, "Exactly, not only that, the person who killed Jia Changzai should be of the same stature as Changzai. The wound is not smooth. This person does not know martial arts. It was a sneak attack. Most of them are women." After that, she
He took out the ropa from his sleeve and wiped his hands, "I didn't expect that the autopsy method taught by my brother would come in handy today. In this way, the scope of the murderer will be narrowed. We will make plans after reporting back to Sister Rong.
Let’s go!”
The red ribbon stood next to Lu Qiao's body for a long time before covering it with white cloth. Her eyes were full of reluctance, "Sister, don't worry, Fujin will definitely seek justice for you!" Then he closed his eyes and turned around decisively to follow the rain.
Tang left, secretly swearing in his heart that if the case was not investigated, Hongxiao would never see her sister again.
In the long corridor of Yongxiang, Yutang saw that she was unhappy, so she asked for an excuse: "Miss Hongxiao, you said that you were with Jia Chang the night before the incident. Was there anything different about her at that time?
"Just as she was bowing her head in deep thought, there was a sudden rustling sound in the alley behind her.
The two of them turned around almost at the same time, but there was nothing behind them. There was only the whistling of the eerie wind. Hong Hao said: "It turns out to be the wind."
At this moment, Xintong held her breath and clung to the first compartment of Yongxiang. When she heard the footsteps outside the house getting away, she breathed a sigh of relief. Since she had received the Queen's decree during the day, she had been very uneasy and excused herself because of her physical condition.
Feeling unwell, he sent the palace maid away early and came here at night.
Approaching the compartment where the corpses were parked, she found that, as she expected, both bodies had been turned over. She sighed inwardly, and she was the one who got there first. Fortunately, she was not too late, even if they found out tonight.
What, at this moment, all she needs to do is start a prairie fire, and there will be no proof. No matter how doubtful and certain she is at that time, it will be nothing more than empty words.
Xintong took out the fire oil from her arms and sprinkled it on the two corpses very proudly. Throwing the torch forward in her hand, a raging fire ignited in the house. She looked at her unparalleled masterpiece outside the house, laughing forever.
The alley kept echoing, "Sister Luqiao, I wish you and Mr. Hai will always be united. In the next life, oh no, in the next life, they will always be entangled and never leave."
The billowing smoke from Yongxiang drifted to the sky of the Forbidden City. The old palace maid living in the other compartment screamed shrilly, waking up all the people in the nearby palace. The billowing black smoke was mixed with the hoarse cry of despair. She was born to be afraid of people.
The maids were horrified, "What happened? The sound sounded like it was coming from the alley. It couldn't be haunted. I heard that many concubines of the previous dynasty were unjustly killed there!" "It's not us, Amitabha, you want to
Just take the lives of those pampered masters, but don’t embarrass us slaves!"
While there was a lot of discussion, the eunuch in charge came and summoned: "What are you doing here? There is something wrong in the palace, why don't you go and help!"
When Yutang and Hongxiao learned that there was a fire in Yongxiang and arrived, most of the morgue room and the resting place for palace maids in Yongxiang had been burned down. Hongxiao's eyes were red, and he wanted to rush into the room where Lvqiao was like crazy.
Yutang stepped forward and held him tightly: "Calm down, the body has been burned! It won't help if you go in now! It will only make Jia Changzai in heaven unable to feel at ease!"
"You don't have to worry about it. If the body cannot be saved, then my sister's grievances will never be redressed! Even if I risk my life, I will save her!" Hong Xiao almost used all his strength to push her away, and the person putting out the fire in the alley
There was noisy traffic, and Yutang was pushed unsteadily and fell into the crowd. The palace maids and eunuchs couldn't dodge, and they were all in a mess. Yutang only felt cramps in her abdomen, and her fingers were stepped on several times.
He cried out in pain: "Save me..."
The eunuch in charge discovered that the one who fell down was actually Tang Fujin. He was so frightened that the three souls lost their courage. He hurriedly ordered everyone to disperse and helped him up, "Oh, Fujin! What's wrong with you? Don't scare the slaves! Come here quickly.
, take Fujin to the Taiyuan Hospital!" The palace maid who saw him stepped forward to help her, covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Blood, blood! Fujin is red!"
Amid everyone's exclamations, Yutang felt excruciating pain in her body and gradually lost consciousness.
When everyone carried Yutang, whose clothes were stained with blood, into the Changchun Palace, Rong'er was so shocked that he almost fainted and turned blue: "Tang'er, what's going on? Where is the imperial doctor? Did the imperial doctor tell me? Who can tell me?
What's going on!" The empress of the Zhonggong Palace, who was as dignified and virtuous as an immortal, was so rude and angrily rebuked the palace people for the first time. Everyone was so frightened that they dared not speak out. The eunuch in charge of Yongxiang knew that he could not escape the blame, so he knelt down and begged for mercy:
"Already, I have gone to call the imperial doctor, and I don't know. When I arrived, Tang Fujin had already fallen into the crowd of rescuers. Because it was extremely dark at the time, and everyone was busy putting out the fire, so who was it probably?
I accidentally bumped into Fujin. Please forgive me, the Queen!"
Rong'er was so angry that his fingertips trembled, "You kneel here for me! I will take care of you later. If something happens to Yutang and the baby in her belly, your ten lives will not be enough to pay for it!"
Hearing that something had happened to Tang Fujin, the imperial hospital magistrate and all the imperial doctors rushed to Changchun Palace for consultation. They collided with Ji Yue who came in a hurry, "Get out of the way! Master! Master, don't scare me!"
The court judge ignored the etiquette and personally checked Yutang's pulse. However, he frowned and just shook his head, "Back to the queen, Fujin was hit in the lower abdomen. Judging from the situation, it is a sign of premature birth!" Rong Er said in shock: "Premature birth?
But, Yutang's fetus is only more than seven months old, how can she give birth to it!"
The court judged: "It is very dangerous. But if we don't give birth at this moment, the fetus may be stillborn and the mother will be implicated. At that time, Fujin and the child may not be able to survive!" When Rong'er was anxious, the emperor's call came from outside the palace.
He shouted, "Zhang Weiyong! Just because you said this, I should punish you with death! If Tang Fujin and the baby in his belly are not alive, you don't have to leave Changchun Palace today!"
"Yes, sir, you must do your best!" Zhang Weiyong was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He was speechless when explaining to Po Wen, and everyone in the audience was panic-stricken.