Chapter 137 At the end of the volume, the murderer escapes?
Jiang Jiqing did not look at Boyi, but said to Yu Qiansi: "This matter can be left to you two. But the matter is very important. Before you find out the truth, you must not disturb anyone, including
Is it possible for one soldier and one horse from the Criminal Division to do it?"
"I accept my order."
Boyi looked confused, but he was keenly aware of the abnormality. He had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't believe that Yu Qiansi would tell the emperor about the matter openly, and he couldn't believe that the emperor would agree.
Really crazy...
How could the emperor overturn the verdict of his mother?
But if you think about it carefully, Yu Qiansi used the imperial meeting to promote the Lin'an incident today, and indeed he could also use the imperial meeting to lure the emperor into agreeing.
Jiang Jiqing ignored the sudden change of expressions on Boyi's face, only stared at Yu Qiansi and asked, "Do you understand what I mean by 'anyone'?"
"I understand that 'anyone' includes the young master."
Jiang Jiqing had already walked out from behind the imperial desk and was pacing left and right in the hall, as if thinking about what to do.
"I will find a way for you to easily enter the palace. But once this matter starts, it must be resolved quickly. If someone discovers it, I cannot protect you, and I will not protect you."
Seeing that the two agreed, he stood still and lowered his hands, as if he had exhausted all his strength: "Then leave the palace and wait for the news."
Yu Qiansi breathed a sigh of relief and finally stood up shakily after thanking her.
When he was about to leave with Boyi, he heard a quiet voice coming from behind: "Yu Qiansi, you have to find the murderer of Lin'an sister."
"Yes, I will definitely find the murderer and avenge Princess Lin'an!"
This was also her promise to Ma Jian.
There is no limit to the end of the world, and there is no limit to law. She will definitely make the murderer pay the price he deserves.
But Boyi didn't understand why the emperor asked him to go in and obey orders until he was very far away.
Could it be...
Thinking of the vicissitudes of life and sadness he saw on the thin shoulders when he left, he glanced at them and then denied his absurd thoughts.
If he really knew his identity, how could he still agree to participate in the investigation of the Prayer Hall case?
Yu Qiansi's knees were in unbearable pain and she walked very slowly, as if she was listening to the footsteps coming from the empty blue stone slab to calm her heartbeat.
He followed her step by step, but finally couldn't hold his breath anymore. He stepped forward and held her right arm, using his skillful strength to help her move forward.
While asking: "Why did you tell the emperor all this?"
She has a bronze talisman that can penetrate the palace. It is not impossible to investigate secretly. Why must she do this?
"Only in this way can I fulfill my promise to you and punish the murderer in accordance with the law."
The light tone, like the roar of deer in the deep valley, cleansed his dusty heart.
I also understood her good intentions.
If a private investigation is conducted first and then reported later, the evidence discovered is very likely to disrupt government affairs and become a weapon for various parties to criticize each other.
At that time, no matter what their true intentions are, if they are used by others, it is not certain whether the emperor will stand on their side.
Indeed, only by clearing the way for the emperor and finding out the truth can the chaos be eradicated from the root and the two of them be saved at the same time.
After he understood this, he had to admit that although what she did today was risky, it was indeed the best way.
He couldn't help but stop and said with a wry smile: "You are really brave."
Because of his support, Yu Qiansi did walk a little easier. Seeing him stop, she was forced to stop as well.
Turning his head slightly and raising his eyes, Boyi was looking at him with an eyebrow: "But you are not worried about this and..."
"Whether this matter is related to the Duke of Qi, I don't know until I find out the truth."
"But, the Lin family is the Lin family, and the young master is the young master. I believe him. If the Lin family is really related to this, the young master knows what to do."
She is just too lazy to spend time on government affairs, but she knows everything about them.
If the Duke of Qi covers the sky with one hand, the building will one day collapse.
The young master must be aware of this, so he would occasionally allow those elite parties to jump up and down in the court instead of blindly suppressing them.
If the Duke of Qi wants to be in power for a long time, it must find an opponent in the court to delegate power and create a situation of confrontation and mutual hostility. Only in this way can retreat be used to advance, and everything will be achieved.
I'm afraid that the young master is also looking for such a candidate now.
I was just following the trend.
"You did this for Lin'an, for... the case ten years ago, but you never thought about yourself!"
Thinking of the danger just now, he subconsciously exerted force on his hands, only to feel extremely scared.
Yu Qiansi noticed the pressure on her arms, lowered her eyelashes and frowned slightly.
The long eyelashes are slightly curled like a fan, trembling slightly to bring in the breeze.
He suddenly realized his impoliteness and suddenly let go of his hand.
Yu Qiansi suddenly lost the strength to rely on him and swayed slightly before standing still.
"It was precisely because of consideration that I mentioned a thorough investigation of the matter ten years ago after he promised the princess..." But in the end, under his gaze, the voice gradually faded away.
She always vaguely felt that the saint came out of the palace not to see her, but to see Boyi.
But if he made some guesses about Boyi's identity but did not take any action, or even rewarded him heavily, and if he agreed to let Lin'an go free, she felt that she might give it a try.
Boyi thought again of how she had risked her life for Wang Song and how she almost collapsed for Ji Kong.
Yu Qiansi felt a flash of frustration in his eyes. He naturally knew that these were all excuses.
Seeing that he was about to leave, her heart suddenly felt empty. Without thinking about it, she grabbed Boyi's clothes.
"I... Boyi, I remember everything you said. But this has been my habit for a long time, engraved in my bones and deep in my bones. I always have to slowly change it and try not to bear so much.
....."
He was slightly startled and looked sideways.
The eyes revealed under the double eyelashes were shining with seriousness.
His heart felt warm, but the smile on his lips made him feel a little heartbroken.
What on earth has she experienced that makes her so worried about gains and losses?
He pulled out his arm with a straight face and saw Yu Qiansi's shocked and panicked expression.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His dark eyes were full of fun, he curled his lips and supported her right arm back, blocking out any apology she had no time to say.
It was a rare opportunity for him to take advantage of the opportunity to win back a victory. When he saw the expression on that charming jade face changing several times, he quickly bent down to please him, pretending to be a slave and said exaggeratedly: "Thank you for your hard work, Sir Jade. Watch your step.
Walk slower."
Yu Qiansi closed her eyes, gritting her teeth and secretly hating herself for being fooled by him one day! But as you came and went, she gradually regained her former self.
The two joked with each other and returned to Tixing Division. Boyi asked someone to buy medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.
He sat opposite Yu Qiansi, placed the wooden plaque in his arms on the table, and pushed it to her.
"What's this?"
Yu Qian was sitting carelessly behind the desk, rubbing her knees.
The slightly bent half piece of wood was buckled backwards, looking half-new, with some suspicious black stains on the sides.
After receiving it, his expression became solemn.
Although it is only half of it, it is made of locust wood and has a lotus carved in the lower right corner.
It is exactly the Buddhist amulet of Master Jingkong.
There are several chaotic scratches on it, and the suspicious color just now is the dried blood that soaked into the surface of the locust wood.
On the remaining half, a few words were scrawled in blood.
When she saw clearly that it was her birth date, her expression changed again.
"That day, I found this under the desk by the window. Judging from the marks on it, there should be others. I just don't know if this is the birth date of the murderer."
Yu Qiansi calmed down her expression, touched the cut marks on the wooden sign with a dull face, and put the wooden sign back on the table again, as if she didn't want to see those words again.
"It's not the birth date of the murderer."
Boyi naturally understood the abnormality in these words.
But when he looked up, Yu Qiansi looked serious, with his eyes closed and he didn't know what he was thinking.
She finally knew what was wrong at the Zen monastery that day.
Those corpses were all dead with their feet inside and outside their heads.
Keep your feet facing the Zen room and face the door of the Zen courtyard.
So the murderer didn't break in, they gathered.
But they heard strange noises in the meditation room, and then they headed towards the meditation room, but were killed one by one by the murderers who rushed out of the meditation room.
She put her hand on the wooden sign and pressed it down tightly, letting her palm feel the rough edges of the wooden sign.
Why did he leave this behind?
Boyi saw that she had a strange look on her face, so he said nothing more and just looked at her earnestly.
Yu Qiansi raised her eyes and asked numbly: "When will Master Jingkong come to visit*?"
Boyi recalled carefully: "The master of Yinlong Temple said that in three days, it should be today. Didn't you still leave two people there? If the ceremony is over, they should come back to resume their lives."
She clenched the wooden sign tightly in her hands, looking at her knuckles turning white from holding the wooden sign tightly, but her expression was lonely and painful, and she seemed puzzled.
After a long time, he made up his mind and said: "Let Suifeng take people to Yinlong Temple and detain all the monks who have been close to Master Jingkong's body in the past three days. No one can be spared! Especially watch the mirror!"
Although Boyi didn't know the reason, he knew that she must have figured out the key to the case, so he didn't dare to delay and immediately went out to find Suifeng.
But after he walked back and forth, he still couldn't figure out how the murderer did it.
Even if there is someone in the Zen room, the murderer hid in Yinlong Temple after killing someone. But how can we identify the murderer?
As for Ming Jing, people witnessed him all the way out of the temple that day, so there was no time to commit the crime.
The murderer hid in Yinlong Temple after committing the crime. Why didn't he take the opportunity to leave? Why did he still approach the master's body during these three days?
Could it be that... there was something on the master that made the murderer have to take the risk to get it?
After explaining everything, he returned to Fajin Hall and stopped, still unable to figure it out.
Yu Qiansi had inspected the master's body at that time. If there was anything important on him, she must have taken it away long ago. How could the murderer be so stupid as to risk going back to search?
Thinking of what she said that day, his eyes lit up. Could it be that the ancient book was what the murderer was looking for?
Before I had time to think about it, a familiar voice came from behind me: "Something bad has happened, Lord Si Yin!"
Sui Feng went away and came back again, pushed him away and jumped into the hall.
"Sir, I met the two people who were guarding Yinlong Temple as soon as I went out. Master Jingkong's death has ended, and Mingjing left the capital without stopping with the master's ashes!"
And in these three days, the only person who came close to the master's body and cared for him was Ming Jing.
The other people in Yinlong Temple only chanted sutras in the courtyard and never got close to Master Jingkong's body for a moment.
Yu Qiansi's breath was stagnant, and her face showed anger, but then she smiled brightly, as if she had expected this.
Sui Feng said: "The two people said that Ming Jing proposed to read the master's favorite scriptures before his death, and they searched Ming Jing's body before letting him in."
Knowing that his subordinates had gotten into trouble, Sui Feng felt a little unsure, and hesitantly said: "Sir... considering the time, Ming Jing should have just left Beijing not long ago, do you want to send someone to chase him?"
But a monk is treated favorably all over the world. If you want to find him, you will not only offend many pilgrims and believers, but it will also be even more difficult.
Yu Qiansi stared deeply for a moment and said coldly: "Chase!"
Even if he offends all the monks, she must catch him! She must find out for herself what all this is for!
The anger on her face gradually disappeared, and Boyi dared to express all the doubts in his heart.
"Ming Jing is such a kind-hearted monk, and he has been following the master all the time...how could he do this?"
Perhaps because he had personally experienced the murderous signature case, Yu Qiansi was very indifferent to the monk's murder: "When I first met Ji Kong, he was slandered as a murderer. I came to help and once jokingly asked him, 'Do monks also kill people?'
"
"What did he say?"
"He said that if he can save the world, the monk can also kill people."
She never took these words to heart, and even looked down upon them.
Monk, why do you need to save the world?
Regardless of whether you are a monk or not, in this mortal world, killing people is just for selfish reasons. There is no need to be high-sounding.
Seeing Boyi pondering, she forced a smile: "Boyi, you may want to ask the murderer how he committed the murder... It's not that I don't want to tell you, but... I can't tell you for the time being. You
Can you trust me?"
Boyi's smile was full of warmth, like the warm sunshine of government affairs in the cold winter.
He said: "Of course I believe you."
This warm sun warmed her heart to the point where she wanted to cry.
He also made up his mind that when the murderer is caught one day, he will be the first to tell him everything.
