Separated by a door, the hustle and bustle outside disappeared instantly, and the inner hall was quiet and solemn, but elegant and leisurely. Two words hung on the hall: Fa Jin.
Wang Song, dressed in blue-grey, stood sideways facing a wall in the back hall. He raised his head slightly, as if he was looking at something.
His profile is as cold as snow, like cypress, and he is handsome and elegant. He is a gentleman. His skin is as white as fat, and he is actually three points more handsome than a woman.
From a distance, it looks like the immortal who lives in the temple and does not eat the fireworks of the world. The outline of the facial features is all made by the best craftsmen in the world with a pious and humble heart. It is like a light breeze can blow away the person.
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This cold young man with a long and graceful life is the "powerful minister" known to the world today, the young prince of the Duke of Qi, Wang Song.
Logically speaking, Wang Song, as the only heir to the Duke of Qi, should have ascended the throne ten years ago. However, before the saint ascended the throne, he was personally selected by the late emperor as the regent, so he asked himself to be the regent on the grounds that he was "frail and sick, and he missed his late father."
During the auxiliary period, he will not take the title for the time being to avoid having too much power and being biased.
But even without the official title of "Qi Guogong", he is still the regent who is above one person and below ten thousand people.
Seeing Yu Qiansi standing in the corner, the coldness in his eyes dimmed by two points, and he motioned for Yu Qiansi to come closer.
Yu Qiansi, who was originally smiling, removed his smile as if he was relieved, and approached with a relaxed expression.
"Why did the young master come suddenly?" Isn't it time to avoid suspicion now?
Wang Song understood the meaning of Yu Qian's words, and just as he was speaking, he suddenly coughed lightly with his hands into fists, and his fair complexion became a little strangely flushed.
Yu Qiansi quickly helped Wang Song sit down against the desk, and said with a slight complaint: "Young master, is this the case again?"
"It's okay. I just came back from Junyuan Temple and I feel that it's still a little cold in the capital."
A fire-like petal fell from nowhere and was held in Yu Qiansi's hand. A closer look revealed that it was the red Bodhi flower.
Junyuan Temple? That’s no wonder.
Junyuan Temple's geothermal hot springs are famous far and wide, and the surrounding climate is one-third warmer than other places in the capital. In the past, there was a master who liked to take care of flowers and plants, and took advantage of Junyuan Temple's geothermal advantages to cultivate a red jade bodhi tree.
The tree not only has a long flowering period, its petals are like blood but are clear, but it also blooms every winter solstice.
It is truly a unique winter scenery in Beijing.
The hot spring in Junyuan Temple has miraculous effects, but it has been used to nourish the Bodhi tree. It is not easily accessible to ordinary people. I am afraid that only the Duke of Qi can use it for rest.
In this case, the young master's condition must have become serious again.
Yu Qiansi was full of worry.
The cold-blooded man was still unconscious and continued to explain: "Now that you have made a contribution, when others think that we should avoid suspicion, we should be open and aboveboard. Wu Yasi will definitely become more and more important in the future. I know you don't like it.
The court affairs will avoid you trouble in the future, so I am here to support you today."
"Besides," Wang Song pointed to the food box on the counter, "if you enter the city early in the morning, you definitely didn't have a good meal."
Yu Qiansi's heart warmed slightly.
This is what the world calls the "treacherous minister" who is greedy for power. In the eyes of outsiders, he is inhumane, cold and taciturn, and uses cruel methods to cling to power.
But in the eyes of everyone in the Duke of Qi's palace, the prince is just a thoughtful and protective master. As long as you are loyal, he will protect you with all his heart.
More importantly, despite his illness, he did his best to maintain the stability of the government.
Let me ask you, what is the use of such overwhelming power for a person who is about to become immortal?
Seeing her worried face, Wang Song handed her a piece of sweet cake and asked, "But you encountered something difficult?"
Yu Qiansi made up his mind and planned to tell everything about his worries along the way.
"Young Master, I still have some questions about the murderous signature case. Master Jikong—"
"——Oh no, no! Damn Dali Temple! Lord Si Yin, no good!"
Sui Feng, the deputy commander of Wuya Guard, rushed into Fa Jin Hall in a panic.
Fajintang is the quietest place on weekdays, and everyone speaks softly, but now they don't care much anymore.
"Master Si Yin——! Young Master, what's wrong, Monk Qingyuan is dead!"
Yu Qian stood up in disbelief.
"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on me?"
We had just been sent to Dali Temple Prison, why were the people missing?!
Suifeng was stunned for a moment and said: "It's a long story."
Seeing Yu Qiansi's glare, he quickly buried his head and kept the story short.
"The young minister of Dali Temple sent someone to wait at the gate of the Dali Temple prison early in the morning. Our people were not allowed to enter and were only allowed to hand over at the door. We had no choice but to hand it over to them after checking. But as soon as we left, their people caught up with us.
He said that Qingyuan committed suicide out of fear of crime! We immediately went back to check and found out that Qingyuan died in the same way as in the murderous signature case. I sent two people to stay in place to protect the scene, and then rushed back to report to you. "
Thinking of that tragic situation, Sui Feng seemed to have returned to Yangzhou again, shuddering, and the hair on his hair stood on end.
Yu Qian was furious from the bottom of her heart, and her smile became more charming. But her thoughts did not stop.
Eight people had died before in the murder case, and one more died after she arrived in Yangzhou. The order of the dead followed the five Buddhist precepts: killing, lying, stealing, sexual immorality, drinking, drinking, sexual intercourse, stealing, and lying.
Listening to what Suifeng said just now, Qingyuan himself happens to be the tenth person who died of "killing". He actually violated this precept.
But he didn’t take action earlier or later, and he did this only after returning to Beijing. What was his intention?
"Suifeng, please order someone to follow me immediately!"
Suifeng said loudly: "Yes!"
Just as he was about to leave, Yu Qiansi suddenly remembered that Wang Song was still here, "Young Master."
Wang Song waved his sleeves: "Go ahead and do what you want."
Yu Qiansi nodded heavily, and the two of them rushed out in a hurry, leaving behind Wang Song who was full of contemplation.
As soon as she came back, someone couldn't help but want to take action against the Criminal Division?
Urgently reaching the door, Yu Qiansi caught a glimpse of a corner of the blue and white soap clothes who stopped moving forward, and said in slight surprise: "From Nan'an County? But what happened to the Guang'an Marquis Mansion?"
The petty officials from Nan'an County appeared here in such a hurry that they could only have been ordered by Lin Shen. Yesterday, he asked Lin Shen to keep an eye on the Guang'an Marquis' Mansion. Could it be that there was news so soon?
The little official saw that all the Wuya guards had evil looks on their faces and did not dare to speak. But Yu Qiansi recognized his origin at a glance, and accurately guessed that it was related to the Guang'an Marquis Mansion, and was surprised.
"Young Su Ren, I would like to send my greetings to Mr. Ti Xing. The magistrate asked me to deliver the message. Today there was a fire in the Guang'an Marquis Mansion in Yinshi before the funeral. The fire was in the yard where you caught the thief. I heard that someone died.
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Yu Qiansi was slightly surprised, was he on fire again?
In normal times, she would indeed be interested in the many strange features of the Guang'an Marquis' Mansion. But now, she is preoccupied with her anger towards Dali Temple and has no intention of caring about anything else.
But at this moment, there was no time to think about it, so he said: "Thank you, please wait here for a while. When I come back from Dali Temple Prison, you can tell me more about it."
When Tan Ling, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, saw the Wuya Guards in black clothes, dressed in red and like fire like the wind, heading towards the Dali Temple Prison, he was so frightened that he trembled like a grain of rice and quickly ordered: "Hurry up.
Let’s go and see why Master Siqing hasn’t arrived yet!”
While trying to pretend to be calm, my mind was rapidly thinking of procrastination strategies.
When the murderous Yu Qiansi approached, Tan Ling pulled him away before Tan Ling could say anything, and other people in Dali Temple did not dare to stop him.
Yu Qiansi passed him directly and ran straight to the cell where Qingyuan committed suicide.
Although he was well prepared, Yu Qiansi also frowned when he saw the tragic scene after Qingyuan's death.
The entire cell was filled with the fresh smell of blood, and there were spurts of blood all over the walls and floor.
Qingyuan fell down between the table in the middle of the cell and the inner wall, with his feet facing outwards and his head pressed against the inner wall. Because he was too close to the wall, his head was raised high in an extremely weird posture by the wall. He was obviously lying prone.
, but his head was facing up, staring at the ceiling. His hands and arms were also stained with blood.
Wuya Wei who followed Yu Qiansi to Jiangnan said in surprise: "Si Yin, isn't this the death certificate of the first person in the murder case?"
At the beginning of the murderous signing case, a monk who awakened his enlightenment accidentally fell while repairing the paintings on the beams in front of the Dharma ceremony, and was split open by a sharp saw under the beam at the joint between his head and neck, leaving only the skin on the back of his neck.
His head and body were barely connected together. He was like a slaughtered animal, with blood splattering in the Buddhist hall. It is said that he violated the Buddhist Five Precepts of Killing, which is why he died like this.
But this is the Dali Temple Prison! Not to mention that they searched Qingyuan's body carefully before handing over, and there was absolutely no tool that could cause self-harm. How did he cut off his own neck?
With a slight smile on her lips and cold eyes, Yu Qiansi stepped into the cell and took a closer look.
These jet-like blood stains should be caused by the throat being cut and splashed out, and this action.
Yu Qiansi found a small bamboo stick soaked in blood not far from the body. He carefully looked at the furnishings of the cell and estimated the distance from the wall to the table. He roughly understood how Qingyuan did it.
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