He sighed and just stole the emperor's tomb. Then it was his father's tomb, so why didn't she have any taboos about it?
"Otherwise?" Yu Qiansi asked calmly.
"Does the saint know your plan?"
"How is this possible?! Do you want me to tell the saint that I am going to dig his parents' graves?"
"First of all, that's not called a 'grave', that's a mausoleum." Boyi pointed to himself with shame, "Secondly, that's where my father and mother rest... Why can't you treat everyone equally?"
Avoid me?"
"Isn't it just to help you investigate the case?"
Upon hearing her confident and serious answer, Boyi took a deep breath and couldn't laugh or cry.
"Okay, I promise you."
She chuckled: "That's right! If you go look for a local master yourself, you can still find someone suitable, right?"
Yu Qiansi shook a bamboo card in her hand. There was a red thread strung on one end of the bamboo card, which was drawing a beautiful arc in front of Boyi's eyes as she moved.
Boyi even said "Okay" and cupped his hand perfunctorily: "Then I have to thank Mr. Yu for your thoughtfulness."
Let him find a local master to destroy the tombs of his relatives... She is the only one in the world who can think of it.
But what she said was indeed true.
After the late emperor passed away, the saint succeeded to the throne and posthumously named his mother the empress dowager. He also pardoned Empress Mingde, who burned herself to death in the Zhaixing Tower, and slept in the same mausoleum with the late emperor.
According to the royal decree, the tomb door is now closed. If an autopsy is necessary, the only feasible way is to find Tufuzi.
only......
He raised his eyes and looked at the woman in red who lowered her head again and was playing with the bamboo wall, and there was a lingering feeling in his heart.
This trip will definitely not be so easy.
Seeing that she wanted to reach for the ball of thread on the side, Boyi pulled a red thread and handed it to her without thinking.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the bamboo sign, on which a room was drawn crookedly. It was said to be a house, but there were only a few roof tiles that could be seen clearly.
He pointed at the bamboo card and said with a smile: "Why did you suddenly change the style?"
Yu Qiansi shook her head and ignored him, twisted one end of the red thread with her two fingers, inserted it into the bamboo sign, stood on tiptoes and hung it on the wall.
The breeze caressing the sleeves, the scattered bamboo signs newly hung on the bamboo wall swayed slightly, and the bamboo signs that were blank last time were all covered with strange paintings.
Boyi suddenly realized and turned over a bamboo sign: "Are these...all related to the case of the Prayer Hall? You just hang it here openly, are you not afraid of being discovered?"
Yu Qiansi patted his hand and hung the sign back to its original place: "That's why I used symbols."
On the front are the simple symbols he saw just now, and on the other hand, the complete sentences and clues written in ink in the past have been simplified into some strange words.
Even though he was an eyewitness, he didn't understand what these words meant at first glance. He thought it was Aru's own secret text.
Yu Qiansi stepped on the stack of books on the wall again, looked at Boyi condescendingly like a school teacher, pointed at the wall and said: "The facts of this case are very simple. Logically speaking,
There is no need to build another bamboo wall. But what happened in Bieyuan made me realize that except for the case, other parts are very complicated."
Boyi laughed and laughed along with her. When it came to the case, she became interested. She was obviously a member of the Four Families, but she seemed to never care about the affairs of the Four Families.
Yu Qiansi continued: "Since someone has already obstructed us, it proves that even if the obstructionist is not necessarily the murderer, at least he is someone who knows what happened back then. Since we want to play games with them, we must do it early.
They take one step at a time. Therefore, through relationship sorting, I can have a certain prediction of where these people may come from, what they may do, and their identities.”
As she spoke, she took the extra red thread on the last bamboo sign and pulled it to a blank space on the bamboo wall.
As she moved, the ball of red thread on the side also turned several times, passed around Boyi's palm and fingertips, and drew a touch of extra red on the wall.
He looked down at his fingertips that were red due to the tight red thread, and moved his eyes upward along the thread.
Then he ran into the familiar pear dimple.
Yu Qiansi stood on tiptoes and pulled the thread to a blank space. He circled the pre-set nails on the wall, drew a circle and said, "This is the person who is blocking us."
Although the purpose of the obstructionist is not yet clear, they must be related to the people involved in the prayer hall incident.
According to her years of experience in investigating cases, most of them have secrets that they don’t want others to discover, or they are obstructed because of the benefits of the case.
Whether it's a secret or a benefit, it's the same for the Prayer Hall.
After this incident, the person who directly benefited was the saint. But the saint nodded and agreed to let them investigate the truth thoroughly. Moreover, he was just a child when the incident occurred, so it is unlikely that he would have done such a thing.
Secondly, there is the Duke's Mansion of Qi, which is full of beauty in the eyes of outsiders.
But after the saint succeeded to the throne ten years ago, the young master was poisoned. In order to support the new emperor, the Duke of Qi had to cut off his tail to survive and dispersed the tribe. After years of hard support, he did not seem to be a beneficiary. More like a person who had to
A trapped survivor.
In this way, there must be a beneficiary hidden in it that has not been noticed by anyone for many years. Those who benefited from the saint's succession not only know the truth of the year, but may even participate in it, and all this will happen because of
Now that she was being undermined by bringing up old things, she took action to warn her.
But she hasn't figured it out yet. If the beneficiary really cared so much about what happened back then, why didn't he just kill herself as a warning?
She had a headache when she thought about going back to the complicated relationship between court and court.
He shook his head, standing tall on his own, and patted Boyi on the head when he was not prepared: "You have to help me sort out these erroneous court relations."
Boyi sighed exaggeratedly, and acted as if he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and said: "I am ordered, Master Yu, I will sort out the situation of more than ten years and see who else has hidden it."
Making money quietly in the dark."
"Sir," Sui Feng hurried in and pointed to the outside: "There is a decree coming from the palace, and it is related to the young master."
The playful expression in Yu Qiansi's eyes suddenly disappeared, and she ignored Boyi's hand to help her. She threw away the red silk thread in her hand and jumped down from the wall towards the front hall.
Boyi stood there for a long time before retracting his hand and putting it behind his back. The tingling sensation from his hand when the silk thread was loosened still remained clearly and lingered for a long time.
He walked slowly out, and through the small door of Fajin Hall, he could vaguely hear the oral instructions delivered by the chamberlain, as well as the voice of Yu Qiansi's recital.
As she just said, this saint who succeeded to the throne at a young age and has always acted as a spectator of the government has grown up. Although he had already made up his mind to go to the imperial mausoleum, he still pretended to discuss with Wang Song, paying homage first and then fighting. She did not know how he forced Wang Song to do so.
I have to agree to this.
I don't know what happened, but as soon as Wang Song came out of Yuchen Palace, he vomited blood and collapsed in front of everyone, and fainted.
I heard that before entering the palace, Wang Song had been staying at the Ministry of Households for many days without sleep. It seems that he was so angry that he got angry during the dispute between his cousins.
The saint had no choice but to come to Yu Qiansi and ordered him to use the Yu family's medical skills to alleviate the problem.
Yu Qiansi left after receiving the instructions. Suddenly, he was the only one left standing across the wall.
The wind blew sideways, and there were occasional sounds of bamboo and wood clashing in the Fajin Hall behind them, but the leisurely tranquility between the two of them just now was gone.