The dark clouds are far away and the sun is rising above the leaves.
Yu Qiansi got up early and sat in the Fajin Hall carving bamboo plaques. He was very relaxed and did not appear to be at all embarrassed by yesterday's imperial edict.
When Boyi stepped in the door, he saw her misty but determined eyes through the scent of tea, and stopped for a moment.
Then he laughed at himself and entered indifferently.
"Looking at you, do you think you are certain about the case?"
Although yesterday's imperial edict stated that "the imperial meeting will take place three days later," those "three days" included yesterday. The real time available for her to track down the murderer was only two days, but she still had the time to think about it.
The brand is naturally well understood.
"This matter is simple. I was hesitant before, and I was just hesitating whether to follow the path of the people behind the scenes. Now that time is running out, naturally I can no longer accompany them to continue acting."
For the rest, you just need to follow the steps step by step, take action at the right time, and catch them all in one go.
It's just that there was still a crucial part in the middle that didn't match up, which made her a little troubled.
them?
There was a bit of cunning in her eyes, and she beckoned him to come closer.
Boyi paused for a moment, and then leaned out towards the desk where she was working.
On the desk covered with bamboo shavings, on one side are the names related to the princess case, which are all engraved on bamboo cards and listed in order. On the other side, there are people related to the fire at the Ministry of War. Two pictures
The top bamboo plaques are loosely strung together with red thread.
Among them, the officials who stayed overnight in Yuchen Hall were squeezed into writing on a sign, and many of their names had been painted in black.
"Do you think the princess' case is related to the fire at the Ministry of War?"
"I met the young master by chance yesterday evening. I asked him to help me sort out the family backgrounds of the people staying in Yuchen Hall and eliminate some of them..."
Hearing this, Boyi suddenly interrupted: "You were with him last night...because of this?"
Yu Qiansi was suddenly interrupted, her eyes full of confusion, and she nodded subconsciously before coming back to her senses: "Did you see me last night?"
A hint of embarrassment flashed in his black eyes. He pretended to be calm and moved back to his chair, patting the non-existent bamboo shavings on his clothes. However, he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, like a green pine tree bathed in rain.
A comfortable look.
"I bought some spicy marinade last night. I originally wanted to give it to you to go with the wine, but I saw him sitting with you at the stall talking and laughing... I thought you might not need these, so I left.
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Yesterday, just like today, through the steaming smoke of fireworks from the stall, the man in white looked like a relegated immortal willing to join the world, quietly looking at the woman in red in front of him in a deserted place. The scene was magnificent, like the reincarnation of a painting saint.
, a stunning scene carved with exquisite brushwork, which made him dare not approach.
It turns out that we were just discussing the case.
Yu Qiansi frowned, a little dissatisfied: "You are seriously injured and have not recovered. You cannot drink alcohol or eat spicy food."
When Boyi heard this, he opened his mouth and smiled innocently: "Of course, you drink, I watch."
While talking, Sui Feng walked in holding a wooden box.
"Sir, there is a young novice monk from Yinlong Temple outside the door. He said that he would follow Master Jingkong's instructions and give this thing to you."
Jikong rarely gave her anything, so he felt a little doubtful and reached out to take the wooden box.
Boyi was also wondering: "I met Master Jingkong yesterday, and he even asked you to come over and sit down when he had free time. Why did he think of giving you a gift today? What new thing is this?"
From his angle, he couldn't see what was in the box, but could only smell a light and refreshing fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of a little earth.
But Yu Qiansi's expression was not quite right.
He was a little worried, so he took a closer look and saw a flourishing flower branch with intertwined green leaves and buds. There were three or four red roses blooming on the branch, with some of the delicate watery light from the morning dew. It looked familiar.
It was the same branches I saw outside the Zen room yesterday evening.
"Is there something wrong with this flower?" It looks like an ordinary flower, so why is she so dignified?
"Although plants and flowers are merciless beings, Master Jingkong rarely picks or prunes them. He mostly lets them grow wildly in the garden..." Why did he suddenly pick them?
She touched the broken area and saw uneven white and light green marks. It must have been just picked off not long ago.
She recalled her first reunion with the master at Yinlong Temple in Beijing. He pointed to a rose among the cluttered bushes in the garden and said: "There are five buds on this branch. If you cut this branch, it will still grow out in the future."
Five buds. If this flower knew that this was her fate, she would not bear more fruit no matter what. Would it still be able to grow so hard and fight for a way out among the weeds?"
"Is its efforts a coincidence or a destined necessity?"
This was the first time that Ji Kong, who had always been open-minded in her eyes, expressed her attitude towards the word "destiny".
She closed her eyes and couldn't remember how she answered.
At this moment, only this question was echoing in her mind very clearly.
Seeing her like this, Boyi felt a little unsure: "Yu Qiansi, are you okay?"
She raised her head suddenly and asked him, "What did you just say?"
"I said... I met the master yesterday, and he asked me to invite you to come and sit down when you are free."
Yu Qiansi stood up suddenly and walked out the door: "Master Jikong has been in Beijing for many years, but he has never invited me!"
Something must have happened!
In front of Yinlong Temple, the little novice monk who had just returned from delivering something was also stunned. After delivering something on his own front, how could Master Jade do it on his own? Is that thing so important?
But Yu Qiansi described himself as nervous, and behind him was the man in black who had been here yesterday. He didn't dare to delay, and took the two of them to the path outside the monastery.
"Two benefactors, the young monk is not a monk in the master's monastery. He is only responsible for welcoming us at the gate of the temple and doing daily chores. You may have to go on your own for the rest of the journey."
Strangely enough, there are no practicing monks from the Jingkong Zen Room here to receive guests today.
Yu Qiansi nodded hurriedly, passed him and walked towards the quiet path.
The bamboos on both sides rustled and complained due to her hurried steps.
This path, strewn with gravel and gradually trampled by people coming and going, has never been so long.
When he was about to approach the courtyard gate, Boyi first noticed something was wrong. There was such a strong smell of blood...
It's fresh, the taste of the early days of the war...
The moment his footsteps paused, Yu Qiansi had already pushed open the courtyard door and stood there blankly.
The courtyard was full of dead monks, and their blood was like poisonous snakes, slowly crawling out from under each of them, struggling towards the low-lying bushes in the corner of the courtyard. It seemed that they wanted to nourish these vigorous and willful people with life.
s life.
Among these weeds, the fresh branch raised high is the source of the rose in the box.
She quickly glanced at everyone. The closer she got to the meditation room, the more corpses there were. Their blood was still warm. They must have died not long ago.
