Chapter 398 Yue Girl Picking Lotus by the Autumn Water
"If there is a second possibility, Ms. Shi is saying...
"The murderer is actually among the people we investigated, and he almost got away with it?"
The middle-aged female officer asked solemnly.
Rong Zhen nodded, shook his head again, and suddenly asked:
"Could it be possible both ways?"
The middle-aged female official was slightly startled. Before she could ask a question, the cold and cold girl Long Xiu in palace clothes walked to the window and stood where someone had stood before, overlooking the busy street below.
Whispering to himself: "How on earth was it done... The crowd in the bustling city was bustling, and the target was surrounded by guards. All I saw was the head falling to the ground... Could it be that a mythical thing was used, or was it a magician?"
The middle-aged female officer also glanced at a certain man who had fallen into the street and couldn't help but ask:
"Ms. Shi, what level of cultivation does this person think he has? Is he a middle-level Qi Refiner?"
"What level of cultivation is not important, what is important is the way he kills people and the sharp weapon." After a pause, Rong Zhen asked without answering: "Also, why did he kill Zhao Rushi in the street."
The middle-aged female officer frowned.
Rong Zhen lowered his eyes, but there was one thing she didn't elaborate on.
Zhu Lingxu fled and was intercepted and beheaded by Ouyang Lianghan at the city gate.
But according to Rong Zhen's careful investigation after the incident, Zhu Lingxu actually received two messages, one one after the other, within an hour before absconding.
One is the well-known incident in Jiangzhou Hall where Zhu Yuheng led the front army to defect.
This is also what almost everyone believes is the direct reason that promoted Zhu Lingxu's absconding.
Only Rong Zhen knew that there was another piece of news that reached Zhu Lingxu's ears along with the previous one.
It was the assassination of Zhao Rushi in Longcheng.
Looking back afterwards.
Although it is unclear Zhu Lingxu's specific mood at the time, the news that followed may have prompted Zhu Lingxu to make a prompt decision to abscond in women's clothing without hesitation about the authenticity of Zhu Yuheng's story.
He even took nothing with him and ran away desperately, fearing that he would be too late. In the end, he was indeed right. He was faster than the unprepared Rong Zhen and others. If the city gate had not been blocked, they would have been able to escape.
escape.
Therefore, there should be a connection between the two pieces of news, and it was a connection that made Zhu Lingxu immediately think of it, panic him, and march on a dangerous road.
Rong Zhen had met Zhu Lingxu and knew that he was not stupid, but very steady and even cunning.
The one who can force such a smart man to death must be another smarter man.
Rong Zhen doesn’t quite understand this situation.
But I smelled the master's trick.
Because he witnessed with his own eyes the chain reaction caused by the incident between Zhu Lingxu and his son - the Wei family was defeated one after another in the court, the King of Wei returned to the capital in embarrassment, and the Wei family's attempt to use military power for expansion failed again, making all parties gloat at the misfortune.
From a standpoint, Prince Xunyang's Palace in Jiangzhou, Ouyang Lianghan, Prince Xiang's Palace in Luoyang, and even the Liberation faction headed by Di Fuzi all have suspected motives for promoting this incident.
Especially the nearest ones, Prince Xunyang’s Mansion and Ouyang Lianghan.
After all, the secret conflict between Ouyang Lianghan and Zhu Lingxu was well known in Jiangzhou officialdom.
Even on that day, Ouyang Lianghan turned a deaf ear to her, beheaded her and fled in fear of crime, and attacked the guard Zhu Lingxu without giving Rong Zhen any face.
This suspicion is certainly not trivial.
However, judging from the subsequent results, after the matter became fermented, Ouyang Lianghan refused the lucrative position of Commander Shi of the March Battalion after the cake was redistributed.
The entire Xunyang Prince's Palace only got one empty job as Jiangzhou Bijiajia, and in the eyes of a discerning person, it is not known whether it is a blessing or a curse for the Prince of Xunyang Palace, Li Fusu. After all, except for the princesses and princesses, they are all the focus of Her Majesty the Queen.
The men of the Li clan who are "taken care of" seem to have a bit of bad luck, and good fortune and misfortune may depend on each other.
After the public beheading incident at the city gate, Ouyang Lianghan, who took the lead in Jiangzhou Hall, took charge of the follow-up and finishing matters, without harming the concubines and servants in Zhu Lingxu's house, and even most of the generals appointed and dismissed by Zhu Lingxu.
He treated them leniently and showed no sign of taking the opportunity to cleanse the "remnants".
Many people were summoned to hear the news, but only a few were sent to jail.
During the entire finishing process, the thunder was loud and the raindrops were light.
Except for the tragic death of Zhu Lingxu and his son, it didn't affect a few people, and even a fraction of them, the female officer Caichang, took action.
It can be said that it is not at all in line with the chilling atmosphere of "the troubled times".
This doesn't look like a public revenge at all.
It's more like... helping to wipe the butt and covering up.
What's more, if we infer from the perspective that the person with the greatest benefit is also the person with the greatest suspicion.
The one who is most suspected is Qin Jingqin, who is rushing to Jiangzhou at high speed.
Wei suddenly resigned in disgrace, and was recommended by his wife to obtain the much-anticipated position of General Manager of the Jiangnan Road March.
This old general, who had been idle at home for many years, made a successful comeback and quietly reaped the benefits.
It's a win.
So, if it was really Ouyang Lianghan who did it, what was the purpose of making wedding clothes for others at such a thankless job, risking being targeted by them, the court, and the palace investigation agency, and making him look sexy?
Just because your hands are itchy, do you want to kill the old fox Zhu Lingxu for fun, make dumplings for a plate of vinegar, and feed other passers-by?
Or is it... some kind of belief and truth that Rong Zhen can't understand?
By the window, the girl in palace clothes looked coldly at the busy and bustling streets below and shook her head.
She didn't believe that there were people who had no selfish desires.
Just like Ouyang Lianghan's drastic measures to provide disaster relief and flood control in Longcheng County,
Didn't his outstanding political achievements in turn enable him to become famous all over the world, become a water conservancy master recognized by both the government and the public, and be promoted to Jiangzhou Governor, and even join the Xunyang Prince's Palace where he has the opportunity to rise?
But from this point of view, Ouyang Lianghan's suspicions are much reduced.
Rong Zhen frowned slightly, nodded slowly, glanced at the five scraps of paper in the red cloth bag, and asked the middle-aged female official directly:
"What did you find with this new confetti clue?"
The middle-aged female officer shook her head guiltily:
"It's because my subordinates are not good at studying. The scraps of paper still cannot trace the murderer. There is also the smell of unknown sharp weapons.
"However, these scraps of paper with ink stains on them are obviously part of a certain piece of paper. Although it is impossible to find the entire piece of paper, I still sent someone to investigate the source of the corresponding paper and ink. This can be traced back to one or two, but we just need to
waste time……
"The reason why I invited the female historian here this time is to let the female historian try... to see if she can catch this cunning guy."
Rong Zhen didn't say anything. He stretched out his white palm and took the red cloth bag.
Five scraps of paper fell into her hand.
I saw the girl in palace clothes by the window clenching her fists, closing her cold eyes, keeping silent, silently pacing around the table, turning in circles, following a certain pattern.
The middle-aged female officer did not dare to rush and waited honestly.
At a certain moment, Rong Zhen suddenly stopped, turned his back to the middle-aged female officer, and shook his head:
"The source of the aura cannot be traced. This person probably has the method of concealing the aura. There is no trace of the aura left in the murder weapon, just like an ordinary artifact."
When the middle-aged female official heard this, she immediately showed a look of disappointment. Even the female historian, who is a high-ranking sixth-grade woman and a golden boy, can't do it...
"but."
Rong Zhen suddenly spoke, and when he turned around, he saw that she had not opened her eyes, she still clenched her fists and closed her eyes coldly:
"I saw something else."
"What?"
"Wenqi...is a word."
After saying that, the girl in palace clothes immediately opened her eyes, still holding five scraps of paper in one hand, spreading the empty red cloth on the table with the other hand, lowering her head to spread it flat, she concentrated on the order without looking back:
"Get the ink."
No need for a pen.
The middle-aged female officer was full of energy, disappeared, and after a while she got an inkstone.
Five scraps of paper have been placed in different positions on the flat red cloth by Rong Zhen.
The middle-aged female officer stared intently, unable to see clearly how the cold and cold girl in front of her acted.
But most of the ink in the inkstone was missing.
On the red cloth, there is an additional poem, with fresh ink marks.
"Is this a song, Butterfly...Lianhua?" The middle-aged female officer read it quickly and said in surprise.
Rong Zhen was also startled for a moment, frowned and thought softly:
"The Yue girl picks lotus by the autumn water, her narrow sleeves are light and she reveals her golden necklace... She picks flowers in the shadow of her face, and her heart is only tangled with threads... The wind and waves are late at the beach of Yuchi, the fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and the companion who came when she came...
…The faint sound of singing returns to the distant shore, and the sadness of separation leads...to the south bank of the Yangtze River.”
There was silence at the table.
The two women had different expressions and silently appreciated the words.
"Is the sorrow of separation leading to the south of the Yangtze River..." The cold and cold girl in palace clothes silently thought about it for a moment, and her voice was not so cold: "The words are good."
The middle-aged female officer looked curious, catching the keyword: "Yue girl?"
Rong Zhen was calm, and pointed at the red cloth: "The handwriting is the handwriting of the owner of the Butterfly Love Flower."
The middle-aged female officer's eyes lit up.
But when she took a closer look at the sample reconstructed from the ink characters, she exclaimed, "What kind of handwriting is this? What kind of pen is it written with?"
Rong Zhen frowned slightly: "Actually, it's better to have distinctive features. It's easy to identify directly. In addition... I'll give it another try to see who it is."
She suddenly stretched out her hand, brushed her fingers over the strangely written ink characters on the red cloth, and quickly pinched her fingers under her wide sleeves with her other hand.
Close your eyes tightly, as if to deduce some kind of secret.
The middle-aged female officer saw that in front of her, the youngest "beautiful girl" of Si Tianjian, there was a crimson stream flowing on the snowy skin of her neck, and the cuffs of the girl's palace skirt were shining brightly... It was as if Rong Zhen knew that her eyelashes were trembling.
, she was doing something, she was in high spirits, smiled, and looked forward to it in her eyes.
"Well……"
But the next moment, the cold and cold girl in palace clothes snorted on the spot, and a line of red blood slowly flowed from the corner of her lips.
"How is that possible!" Rong Zhen stumbled unsteadily. She was forced to hold down the edge of the greasy table in front of her because of mysophobia. She opened her eyes and lowered her head, staring at the strange handwriting on the red cloth. Her little face was full of surprise and confusion:
"That which cannot be known, cannot be expected, and cannot be deduced?"
This is the first time Rong Zhen has encountered such a situation since he was promoted to the Yin Yang Family Qi Practitioner with his evil talent.
The reaction was even more bizarre than discovering that this calm suspect had the ability to conceal his energy, and that he was also a talented poet.
Rong Zhen touched the corners of his lips with his fingers, lowered his head, and looked at the bright red blood on his fingertips with a dazed look on his face.
First time.
Her mouth was a little dry, so she turned her head and looked at the middle-aged female officer who was also shocked for a while, and the latter swallowed silently.
At this moment, at the corner of the busy street downstairs, a group of blue-clad headhunters loomed.
They seemed to be the criminal agents of Longcheng County Government, led by an old county captain surnamed Yan.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Rong Zhen silently wiped away the blood from her lip with her thumb by the window. She took a deep breath and regained her cold expression. She folded the red cloth, turned around and handed it to the middle-aged female officer, giving detailed instructions:
"You continue to stay. First, check the suspects who have stayed in this seat before and are registered in the restaurant. Use their handwriting to identify them. If there are no clues, expand the scope and check the handwriting.
"In addition... don't bring anyone from the local government with you this time. Even if they are experienced old catchers, don't join them. Our people will investigate alone."
The middle-aged female officer whispered: "What the female historian means is..."
Rong Zhen's expression was very serious, living up to his previous indifference: "Just in case."
After thinking for a moment, she asked again: "Where is Zhao Rushi's body now?"
"Dagushan, Donglin Temple."
Rong Zhen nodded.
The next moment, the beautiful figure in front of the table disappeared.
…
Night, Donglin Temple, Sanhuiyuan.
Ever since I met Ouyang Rong.
Ah Qing never asked Ouyang Rong what he wanted to do when he came back.
Ouyang Rong didn't take the initiative either.
The two have a tacit understanding.
Ah Qing carefully put away his autumn clothes and baggage.
Ouyang Rong walked around Sanhuiyuan for a while and helped Yun Niang with some heavy housework.
After a while, Liu Mu woke up, and Ah Qing and Yun Niang immediately gathered around and started busy.
Seeing the arrival of Ouyang Rong, who was equivalent to the "son-in-law", Liu's mother was naturally happy. She was about to get up tremblingly, but was gently pressed down by Ouyang Rong.
We chatted for a while.
Ouyang Rong accompanied them and had a meal together.
Liu's mother likes to ask questions about the parents' affairs, but Yun Niang is a little reserved.
Ah Qing, on the other hand, was immersed in cooking and listened carefully to the conversation between her mother and Ouyang Rong. She seemed to have a big appetite today and was eating particularly well, which made Ouyang Rong smile and frequently pick up food for her.
At the dinner table, the atmosphere was cheerful.
Ouyang Rong asked a few questions whether Magistrate Diao often came to visit them.
Yun Niang replied immediately:
"Well, Magistrate Diao comes to visit every half ten days, but these two days are an exception. He came one more time, the day before yesterday. I heard that some corpse was being sent up the mountain, and there was a ceremony to be performed on the mountain. Magistrate Diao stopped by to visit my mother-in-law.
"
"Corpse?" Mother Liu seemed to have heard this for the first time, and she couldn't help but look curious.
Yun Niang nodded and sighed:
"A few days ago, on Di Gong Street in the county, a foreign official passed by and lost his head in the street. He really lost his head. He was still riding his horse, and his head fell in front of the fruit and vegetable stall. I don't know why.
The county government couldn't figure out who had done it. After a few days of delay, some people began to wonder if there were ghosts and gods at work.
"Since the fall of the Liu family and the eradication of obscene rituals, our county is no longer interested in practicing rituals, but the people in Jishui County still believe in it.
"So the family members who came over discussed it with the county government and decided to send the body of the out-of-town official to Dagushan and let the eminent monks from Donglin chant sutras to save him...
"It seems that the corpse is still lying in the Buddhist temple. Fortunately, it is cold in autumn. If it is a hot day, the monks who have saved it will suffer. Abbot Shandao is busy with the ceremony of salvation. It seems that he will be buried in the next two days."
"I see."
The old woman patted Ouyang Rong on the shoulder, with a worried look on her face:
"We were still fighting last month, and this happened again this month. We are getting more and more restless these days, so we have to be careful outside."
"good."
Yun Niang talked about the so-called ghosts and gods with great interest, which made Ah Qing shrink his head, but Liu Mu listened with a solemn expression.
Only Ouyang Rong was calmly eating.
The previous chapter "One Hundred and Eleven" is still the same brother who repeated the chapter content. Re-enter that chapter and refresh it. There seems to be a bug. Some brothers did not refresh it in real time...