In a daze, the master seemed to see Yang Zhouzheng's high-spirited appearance again. Yang Zhouzheng had always trusted him unconditionally. He said that the master was the person he trusted the most, so when the master introduced Prince Ping to him, he also Not a shred of doubt.
The master said: "On the surface, we have unlimited glory, but in fact we are walking on thin ice. If we make a mistake, everything we have now will be immediately burned down. It is better to work hard and gamble on a bright future."
Yang Zhouzheng actually hesitated at the time. After all, he was getting older. He didn't want to be a good official respected by future generations for the rest of his life, but he also didn't want to leave only a reputation, money, and honor. In fact, he had already spent the rest of his life. enough.
But the master said that there is no turning back when you shoot a bow. If you can sit in the position of magistrate now, there are countless handles behind you, but you will get nothing by then.
In this way, Yang Zhouzheng chose to cooperate with the King of Peace.
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In the blink of an eye, the master saw Fu Heng, the commander of the Imperial Guard, who was famous for his gloominess in the court despite being famous.
The wind outside was cold, and his eyes were even colder.
The master shrank subconsciously for a moment and said respectfully: "Come here, please see Master Fu."
Fu Heng looked at him condescendingly and said lightly: "It's so late, why don't you go back?"
When this was mentioned, the master's expression dimmed for a moment, but he quickly looked away and said sincerely: "After all, Xiaomin and Mr. Zhou have been friends for many years. Now that he has met with something unexpected, I feel... very sad."
Will you be sad? Fu Heng looked at him with an unpredictable expression.
The master and Yang Zhou were colleagues in their early years and were about the same age. Yang Zhouzheng was older, so why not him.
The master probably also understood that Fu Heng could not come to greet him so late, so the two of them just exchanged a few words, and the master said directly: "If you have any questions, sir, I will definitely tell you everything." All."
Fu Heng did not talk directly about the case, but turned around and said, "I heard that Master served in the capital for a period of time before?"
The master was slightly surprised and nodded: "Indeed, Xiaomin was originally a Tanhua Lang and was assigned by His Majesty to be the editor of the Hanlin Academy, but he only stayed for a year or two. Two years later, he returned to Huaizhou City due to family changes. Fortunately, After being appreciated by Mr. Yang, I have been staying at the Huaizhou government office as a master."
Fu Heng stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Yang Zhouzheng treats you well."
These words felt like a sword stabbed into Master's heart. He forced a smile and lowered his head slightly.
Fu Heng suddenly said: "A kind of fabric became popular in the capital two years ago. If used to make a long silk skirt, it will flash a tiny light under the light. If you stand in the sun, it will sparkle. It’s quite stunning.”
As if he didn't understand why he suddenly pulled up his skirt, the master frowned in confusion, but the sweat on his forehead betrayed his mood.
Fu Heng didn't look at him, but just said: "This kind of fabric with flowing patterns became very popular in the capital. The reason was that Concubine De wore it at a palace banquet, which caused the subsequent circles of noble ladies in the capital to imitate it. However, No one else has this kind of fabric, only Concubine De has it."
He paused, then stared at the master with two eyes as deep as ancient wells, and said, "Don't you think it's a little strange?"
It was obviously a very cold day, but there was a glistening layer of cold sweat on Master's forehead. He took a breath, and his first reaction was to turn around and want to leave. Fu Heng didn't even raise his eyebrows. He just raised his hand, and the two guards quietly left.
The beam came down and just blocked his way.
The master's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and he almost tried his best to control himself so as not to look too out of control.
He said, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Compared with his panic, Fu Heng was simply calm and calm. He walked straight to the master and said: "The Liuguang Satin two years ago was made by crushing the deer grass and sewing it into the silk thread, and the deer grass was sewn into the silk thread.
But grass is only found in Huaizhou City."
His eyes at this time were filled with pity: "You think your clothes are perfect, but there are flaws everywhere."
At this time, Jiang Wu also came over in a hurry. She was holding something in her hand. After a closer look, she realized that it was an autopsy grid.
As soon as she saw the master, she pointed at him angrily and shouted: "He is the murderer!"
Several people present already knew the result, so no one showed any surprise.
This made Jiang Wu slightly embarrassed. She coughed slightly, presented the autopsy results to Fu Heng, and said seriously: "Sir, after the second inspection, it was found that the deceased's stomach may contain human flesh."
After discovering this, the matter was actually very easy to understand, because as I said before, Yang Zhouzheng’s last meal before his death was a dinner party with others. The location of this dinner party is very important. I have also considered it before.
The possibility of having a dinner at Zuixian Tower is very high, but after all, there is still no key evidence.
It is unlikely that there will be a second restaurant containing the sound of human flesh in Huaizhou City, so Yang Zhouzheng ate at Juxian Tower. The previous speculation was that he knew that the ingredients in Zuixian Tower were not clean, but now it seems that almost
Impossible, because Yang Zhouzheng seems to have no problem with his mind. A normal person's first reaction after knowing what is in the dish would be nausea.
In addition, as Liu Xiuer said before, Yang Zhouzheng trusted his master very much, and if anyone knew the key to the secret room, that person must be the master.
Liu Xiuer is a pregnant woman. She has no family background and no background, so the possibility of lying is not high, so the master naturally becomes the biggest suspect.
The master stared and shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about! What human flesh! Why am I the murderer!"
Not to be outdone, Jiang Wu replied: "Then you can tell me where you were last night? As long as you can list all the personal and material evidence, I will naturally not wrongly accuse you."
Just as the master was about to speak, he glanced at Fu Heng beside him from the corner of his eye and swallowed it back bitterly.
"You clearly knew something was wrong with the business in Zuixianlou, but you still took Yang Zhouzheng to dinner. I guess you also have a share in the business. I can't see how the Tanhualang turned into what he is today."
Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows.
The master didn't say anything, and I don't know if he was acquiescing to it.
He just shook his head and said, "I didn't kill him."
Jiang Wu said: "I now have definite evidence. There is no difference between you admitting it now and admitting it later. If you delay and refuse to admit it, you will suffer some physical pain."
The master still lowered his head until Fu Heng finally spoke. He said -
"But Liu Guang Satin's matter can't be kept secret for long."