The Delicate Lady Coroner Chapter 112: Liu Hua Fei 08

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Chapter 112 Six Flowers Flying 08

Bo Ruoyou looked at Huo Weilou, "Is this what the prince wants to give to the Marquis?"

Huo Weilou didn't expect her to guess it right away. He raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised. Bo Ruoyou laughed and said: "When I came here, I saw a carriage leaving, but I didn't know who it was. Father-in-law, father-in-law said that the prince and Mr. Ming were here."

Huo Weilou never expected that there would be such a thing. Seeing that he was speechless, Bo Ruoyou took a second look at the brocade box, "What did the prince send? The Marquis didn't seem to want me to know. ."

Seeing that Huo Weilou was in trouble, she was very reasonable and said, "That's all, I don't think it's personal property, I won't ask."

Hearing what she said, Huo Weilou sighed, "He doesn't do his job all day long, and sometimes he brings some random things. The things he sent this time sounded a bit strange. Although the things were left behind, It happened, but I didn’t take it to heart.”

Bao Ruoyou looked at him suspiciously, as if he still couldn't believe it. Huo Weilou scolded Huo Qinghong in his heart for causing him trouble, turned around and took the brocade box over, opened it and took out the jade bottle, " You see, it is said that this thing is called gold ointment. It is comparable to gold, and it has some refreshing and... strengthening effects. He knew that I was often busy with official duties, so he brought this thing as a treasure."

Bo Ruoyou heard this strangely, "It sounds like good stuff." She took the jade bottle, opened the lid, put it to her nose and sniffed it, "The scent of flowers and plants, what kind of medicinal materials is it made of?"

The moment she smelled it, Huo Weilou's heart tightened, but she thought that this thing was probably only useful for men, and his expression was ordinary, "I don't know about this, and Gui Lan can't tell."

Bo Ruoyou regarded this product as some kind of tonic, "take it directly or is it just a medicine introduction?"

The jade bottle contains golden yellow ointment. Bo Ruoyou couldn't tell what it was used for. Huo Weilou said: "It uses hot fumigation. Just smell it."

Bo Ruoyou was a little surprised. All precious things that nourish the body, such as ginseng, deer antler, and cordyceps, must be taken in. How come this supplement only smells like it now? Where does that supplement come from?

Everything in the world has its rules, and if there is an abnormality, there will be something weird. She looked carefully at the things inside, and then saw the lotus incense stick. "Such a method has never been heard of."

Huo Weilou did not dare to let her look at it anymore, so he just put the jade bottle away, "It is indeed a bit strange. It is said to be popular among the nobles and wealthy households in the southwest, but it is quite rare in the capital." He closed the brocade box, "But the more mysterious something is, the more false it is. Let's just leave this thing alone. I wouldn't use these things normally."

Bao Ruoyou nodded, "It's indeed strange. Although the prince said it was for the good of the Marquis, if the Marquis felt tired, he should rest early and use some refreshing things to support his face. It looked okay, but he still felt sorry for him. Physical impairment."

Huo Weilou felt comfortable all over after hearing this. Bo Ruoyou glanced at the official documents on Huo Weilou's desk again, and said hesitantly: "If we can't find out who poisoned Mr. Song, we will find out who the Marquis did. Will other things be affected?"

Bao Ruoyou already knew that the matter stemmed from corruption in Weicang, Qinshui County, and also knew that Huo Weilou had arrested many people. However, she did not understand the twists and turns above the court, but she could see them. Song Yu's death was very sudden, which also brought Huo Weilou's investigation to a standstill. However, at present, there is only one clue about Song Yu's death, Meirenxiao. It is unknown when we will be able to follow the clues and find out something.

Huo Weilou took her to sit under the west window, "It did have some influence, but it was very small. Song Yu went out of the palace to meet your uncle that day, and after returning to the house, he met two more people. These have some influence on what I investigated. They are all clues to everything." After that, he reassured her, "You have done your best on this case, don't think too much."

Bao Ruoyou agreed on his face, but couldn't let it go in his heart. The two talked for a while. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Huo Weilou asked her to accompany him to have dinner. Bao Ruoyou didn't shirk it now. I just left the Hou Mansion after dinner.

After returning home, Bo Ruoyou took Cheng Yunzhi into the study room, still rummaging through the books to find records about beauty's smile. Cheng Yunzhi saw that she came out with a stack of books after a while, and he laughed a little. Wait and see When he saw that there were two travel notes among them, he said helplessly: "You can just read the medical books. What are these travel notes?"

Bo Ruoyou said: "My daughter remembers that these two travel notes describe the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in the east, west, north and south of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and also recorded many local flowers and plants. Maybe she can find them?"

It was getting late at this moment, Cheng Yunzhi shook his head, "I haven't read these books in many years, and I can't remember if they wrote about Beauty's Smile. You'd better rest early today. We will go to worship you tomorrow." Where are my father and mother?"

The Qingming Festival is approaching, and Bo Ruoyou and Cheng Yunzhi discuss going to worship earlier. Bo Ruoyou agrees repeatedly but does not stop. Then she suddenly remembers, "That day, my adoptive father said, What kind of soil is needed to cultivate a beautiful smile?"

“Red red soil, preferably in deep mountains and old forests, where there are dead leaves and rainwater nourishing the soil all year round, this type of soil is the most fertile.”

Bo Ruoyou frowned. After Yun Zhi finished talking about the schedule, something flashed in her mind. Later, Bo Yixuan came to the door, and her thoughts were interrupted. She didn't think about it for a while. Now that she heard these words, But she remembered that day when she went to the downtown area for an autopsy and met Wei Yan. At that time, the mud stains on Wei Yan's feet were a little red.

She couldn't help but ask Cheng Yunzhi, "Red soil seems to be not uncommon..."

Cheng Yunzhi nodded, "Yes, it can be found in some places outside the capital. This kind of soil is excellent for growing flowers and grass, but ordinary red soil may not be able to cultivate a beautiful smile."

Bo Ruoyou suppressed the suspicious thoughts in his heart. It was not easy to doubt the Wei family based on just a few mud stains. However, Wei Shu was the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs. If Song Yu had gone to see his immediate boss before his death, , it is not impossible, but could it be that Wei Shu poisoned Song Yu?

One was a minister, and the other was a minister. When Bo Ruoyou thought about the status of these two people, and then thought about the power they controlled in the hands of the central government office, Bo Ruoyou felt a little bit frightened for some reason, and was even more nervous for a moment. She must be cautious and serious. Although she cannot accuse Wei Shu based on this alone, her confession to Huo Weilou about what she saw that day shouldn't be considered an overstep, right?

With her mind determined, she picked out the lanterns on the proposal and went to look through the books. Cheng Yunzhi warned before leaving: "Don't look at it too late. It's okay to wait until you come back tomorrow to look at it in the daytime, so as not to hurt your eyes."

Bo Ruoyou responded, but his eyes did not leave the page. Cheng Yunzhi shook his head and left.

It was silent in the long night, and the only sound in the study room was the sound of Bo Ruoyou turning the pages of a book from time to time. Her face was full of concentration, and before she knew it, the hour had passed without any intention of taking a break. She was usually very diligent, but now this Diligence was partly due to Huo Weilou. Firstly, Huo Weilou was a diligent person, so she became more dedicated to her duties. Secondly, she was also helping Huo Weilou by finding the person who poisoned Song Yu.

At the same time in Wu Zhaohou's mansion, Ning Xiao left and returned. He came from Tianlao, with a faint trace of blood on him. When he entered the study, Ning Xiao reported: "Master Hou, Boss Li still refused to recruit. He only said that he and Song Yu were on friendly terms. The reason why he went to the Song Mansion that day was because Song Yu invited him. The Minister of Household Affairs had no choice but to give him a favor. He also prepared a generous gift. One thing is indeed true, he went earlier than Marquis Changning, and Guangli prepared a whole cart."

"He also said that there was nothing strange about Song Yu after he left, but his face turned a little pale, and he looked as if he was ill. As soon as he sat down and said a few words, Marquis Changning arrived, and Mr. Shopkeeper Li When meeting a big shot like this, he was naturally very flattering, but Song Yu's face became increasingly ugly, and Marquis Changning also noticed that he was not feeling well, so the two of them soon left."

Huo Weilou frowned, "What did Cao Yan say?"

Cao Yan is the name of the Marquis of Changning. He is the brother of the current imperial concubine and the uncle of the second prince Zhao Xi. Song Yu saw him before his death that day. Although he is in custody now, he is not good. He will be tortured and will only be interrogated normally for the time being.

Ning Xiao replied: "The Marquis of Changning said the same thing. He usually likes to make friends. He said that Song Yu also invited him to come to the mansion that day. He said that he got some Buddhist treasures, but when he arrived in Song Dynasty, After entering the palace, Song Yu did not mention the matter. They sat for two cups of tea, and Song Yu only talked about the recent turmoil in the court."

"He also said that he didn't recognize Li Yuan, but it was quite impressive to be invited into the house by Song Yu. Later, he found out that he was the boss of Qingfeng Tower in Beijing. He had heard about Qingfeng Tower for a long time and felt that he was related to him. They were not bad friends, so the few of them chatted happily. Later, when they saw Song Yu's face breaking into cold sweats, they just left, but they didn't expect that Song Yu was dead."

Ning Xiao sighed at this point, "I asked once an hour. I asked a total of ten times throughout the day and night. Almost every time, their answers were the same. It didn't look like they were lying. Especially Li Yuan, we used Despite all these methods, he still never showed any flaws."

These words made Huo Weilou's forehead hurt. He raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows. He suddenly thought of the relics wandering outside Famen Temple. He asked Ning Xiao again, "What is the Buddhist treasure that Cao Yan mentioned?" , have you asked the servants of the Song Dynasty?"

"After asking, his personal attendant said that Song Yu likes to collect antiques, calligraphy and paintings. The only two Buddhist treasures at home are a sandalwood Bodhisattva statue and a string of Buddhist treasures used by the Buddha. Buddha beads, he bought these because Mrs. Song believed in Buddhism, and Song Yu has not bought anything new from Buddhism recently. If he really wants to give it away, he will probably give it to Marquis Changning from his previous collection."

Huo Weilou frowned, "They say Song Yu and his wife are very affectionate. How could the treasures he bought for his wife be given away to others?"

"My subordinates also found it strange and asked them if they had ever seen Song Yu's secret room, but they all said they had never known any secret room. As for the things that were lost in Song Yu's home, they had no idea at all."

Huo Weilou sneered and said, "Continue the trial. It doesn't matter if we don't use punishment. We can find other methods."

Ning Xiao agreed, and by the time he left, it was almost four o'clock in the morning. Huo Weilou felt his forehead twitching, and his mind was a little tired. The sudden death of Song Yu also involved the corruption case of Changning Marquis and Weicang. The clues Although there were many, none of them were clear. Emperor Jianhe ordered him to purge the household department, but the imperial concubine and the second prince wanted to protect the Cao family, but he always felt that Song Yu's death was strange, as if there was something lurking under the surface. He hasn't seen it clearly yet.

This feeling of being foggy and not completely under control made him unhappy. He glanced at the bottomed cup of strong tea beside the table, and with a flicker of his eyes, he saw the brightly colored brocade box.

He thought of Bao Ruoyou's words, but he also knew that he would probably not be able to sleep tonight. In this case, he might as well wake up and deal with the complicated matters. Moreover, Huo Qinghong was obsessed with this thing today, so he also wanted to see what happened. What a treasure.

When he lit the wick, Huo Weilou didn't have any expectations for this thing, but when the golden ointment was smoked by the heat, a trace of smoke came out, and the ointment that was originally fragrant of flowers and plants suddenly emitted a The stock smells more sweet and greasy.

Huo Weilou frowned, subconsciously not liking this thing, and he didn't realize how refreshing he was after smelling the smell. He thought that he really didn't have much hope for what Huo Qinghong offered him, so he put it away He put the incense stick aside and ignored it. However, after only half a stick of incense had passed, Huo Weilou felt something was wrong.

My chaotic and sleepy mind suddenly became clear, and even felt a little uplifting. The anxiety caused by the fruitless interrogation also dissipated. When I looked at the official documents on the case, I not only did not feel that there were many, but also felt happy and relaxed, as if everything was there. All problems can be easily solved.

Huo Weilou was a little surprised, and now he had time to look at the golden ointment. He placed the incense stick very close to him, causing the smoke to fall around him, and the sweet smell that he didn't like changed for a moment. Gotta be tempting.

Huo Weilou was shocked. At this moment, he realized that what Huo Qinghong said was not false. This thing had such a magical effect! From now on, with this thing always by his side, how can he feel trapped and weak? Thinking of this, his mood became more and more intense, and he wished he could add more gold paste to the incense stick. Just when he had this thought, this strange pleasure made him subconsciously vigilant.

He has been clean and tidy for many years, never allowing himself to indulge in pleasure. Relief makes people happy, and holding wealth and power makes people feel elated. But the more wonderful things are, the more dangers they bring with them, and the more extreme they must be. With his self-control, he looked at the bright and gorgeous patterns on the brocade box and the gold-like ointment in the jade bottle, and his heart tightened inexplicably.

Even though the six senses have begun to accept this sweet fragrance, and his body is excited and happy, as if he is very greedy for this fragrance, Huo Weilou's eyes darkened, but he still raised his hand to put out the fire wick in the incense stick, and smoked The breath quickly dissipated, leaving only a faint sweetness in the study. But what surprised Huo Weilou was that the excitement in his body still remained.

He looked at the brocade box, closed the lid without any doubt, and put it into the depths of the cabinet.

After reading all the official documents, Huo Weilou felt that the euphoria and excitement in his body had faded away. He calmed down, stood up and opened the window in the distance. When the cool breeze blew into the house, he felt comfortable. A little, but the sweet and greasy smell probably still clung to his clothes, and he always felt a little uncomfortable. Soon, he went back to the bedroom to take a shower.

It was already five o'clock in the morning after bathing. When he lay down, Huo Weilou felt that he was particularly intolerable tonight. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the scene of Bo Ruoyou sitting in a chair and painting with a pen during the day. , and when he stood behind her, he could see her slender and white straight neck that was faintly hidden under her waterfall of hair. Later, he leaned over and turned the pages of the book. Without the obstruction of the back of the chair, it seemed that he would It was as if she was surrounded by someone in his arms.

The fragrance of her body was originally light, but now it seemed to have become sweet and greasy, lingering in his nose, arousing clusters of fire on his body. Huo Weilou gasped silently. , couldn't help but reach down, and the blocking chair back seemed to disappear out of thin air. He held her in his arms, pressed against her back, held her hand and covered himself.

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The early morning light parted the clouds, giving the capital city a golden glow in the spring. Bo Ruoyou and Cheng Yunzhi rode a carriage out of the south gate of the city, heading all the way towards Bo's cemetery.

During the Qingming Festival, outside the city, tobacco trees and elms and willows dripped green, and the carriages and horses going to Fengming Mountain Cemetery came and went in a hurry. They first arrived at the foot of Fengming Mountain, and then Cheng Yunzhi found Bo's cemetery based on his memory.

The Bo family has the reputation of being the third minister of the family. In the past, it had a very high status among the aristocratic family, so the location of the cemetery is also very good. Bo Ruoyou came here last time because of Xu Wanshu. Compared with the Xu family, Bo Ruoyou The feng shui of Bo's cemetery was better, but when they arrived at the place, Cheng Yunzhi and Bo Ruoyou discovered that people had already come to worship in the cemeteries of other aristocratic families, but Bo's cemetery was deserted, with even the grass in front of the grave The calves are high. It seems that since the New Year, no one from the Bo family has come to worship.

The father and daughter followed the path and found the grave of Mr. and Mrs. Bao Jingxing. They were killed together, so they were buried together. There was a small grave next to the grave of the couple. Tomb, that is the tomb of her brother Bo Lanzhou.

Bao Ruoyou laid out the sacrifices and knelt down to kowtow. After finishing the incense candles, she got up. Something happened to her biological parents when she was five years old. Thinking about it now, she couldn't even remember what her biological parents looked like, but looking at this weed The scrawled tombs finally gave rise to some sadness in her heart. She said softly: "Father, I can't even remember what happened back then."

Cheng Yunzhi sighed, went forward to put on the incense, poured three more glasses of wine, and whispered a few words, explaining to Bao Jingxing and his wife how they had raised Bo Ruoyou over the years. At this time, Bo Ruoyou asked again: "How did my brother's accident happen?"

Cheng Yunzhi glanced at her and said, "Since I can't remember clearly, there is no need to think about these old things anymore. Your parents are watching in heaven, and they don't want to remind you of those unpleasant things."

Bo Ruoyou pursed his lips slightly, "I vaguely remember that I was with my brother when he had an accident, right?"

Cheng Yunzhi's expression changed, and Bo Ruoyou said slowly: "Is that the Lantern Festival?"

Cheng Yunzhi didn't answer, just looked at the tombstone of Mr. and Mrs. Bo Jingxing and said: "Jingxing, Yuetang, I took Youyou to visit you today during the Qingming Festival. Your spirit in heaven will bless her well and make her happy and happy until the next holiday." , let’s see you again.”

After he finished speaking, he leaned on crutches and prepared to leave, "That day is not the Lantern Festival, let's go -"

Seeing that it was difficult for him to walk with his legs and feet disabled, Bo Ruoyou hurriedly stepped forward to help him. The father and daughter left the cemetery. Looking back, they still felt that it was very deserted. If it were this time of year, the Bo family would have been there long ago. He came to take care of the weeds and pay homage to his relatives, but now that Bo Jingqian was imprisoned, it didn't take much to think about how panicked and helpless the entire Bo family was, and how could they care about this.

The carriage went down Fengming Mountain, and when it reached the foot of the mountain, a voice suddenly sounded.

"But Miss Bo?"

Bo Ruoyou's curtains were only half lifted. After hearing this, she hurriedly looked out the window. When she saw it, she saw Ming Guilan's carriage stopping at the side of the road. She was surprised, "Mr. Ming?"

Ming Guilan smiled and said, "I recognize your coachman, but I didn't expect it was really you."

He lifted the curtain and spoke to Bo Ruoyou, with a faint smile on his face. Bo Ruoyou glanced at the direction of their carriage and asked, "Are you also going to worship your ancestors?"

Ming Guilan nodded in agreement, knowing that she had finished worshiping her ancestors, so she said goodbye without a word. When the carriage started moving again, Bao Ruoyou looked at Cheng Yunzhi beside him. Just now, Cheng Yunzhi had been leaning on the carriage. She was so asleep that Ming Guilan never saw him. While Ming Guilan was among several people, she also saw a middle-aged man sitting in another carriage.

Bo Ruoyou whispered: "My foster father is the young master Ming who returned to Beijing with us."

Cheng Yunzhi said without even opening his eyes: "I know."

Bo Ruoyou thought for a while and then said: "Mr. Ming suffered from leg disease at a young age. I wonder if there is a cure."

"He doesn't have a leg problem." Cheng Yunzhi just opened his eyes at this time, "If I remember correctly, his leg was disabled due to an accident when he was a child. It cannot be cured in this life."

Bo Ruoyou was shocked, "Does the adoptive father know?"

Cheng Yunzhi hummed, "That was before the Cheng family's accident. When he had an accident, I remember that I went to the Ming Mansion. His father couldn't cure his leg, so he invited us to go, but we didn't There's nothing we can do."

"What kind of accident did the adoptive father know?"

Cheng Yunzhi thought for a while, shook his head, "I can't remember clearly."

When Bo Ruoyou heard the words, he didn't ask any more questions. The carriage drove slowly all the way. When it arrived at the city gate, it was almost sunset. The setting sun hung in the sky, and the afterglow of melting gold poured down, making the city gate towering. It looked even more majestic. After entering the doorway and hearing the bustling bustle of the capital, Bo Ruoyou felt that the gloom in his heart had dissipated.

Following the alley and entering Changxingfang, the carriage just turned the corner. Bo Ruoyou first saw two horses parked outside Cheng's house. She raised her eyebrows and saw that they were horses from the Yamen. They had arrived home. At the door, they saw Hou Yang and another Yamen waiting in front of the Cheng Mansion. Hou Yang looked happy when they saw them return.

"Miss Bo is finally back!"

Bo Ruoyou helped Cheng Yun get out of the carriage, and then asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with the Yamen?"

Hou Yang nodded, "There is a case that needs the girl's help. I originally went to see Hu Zuo, but Hu Wuzu was ill and there was nothing we could do. The case was a little urgent, so we had to come to the girl's house to wait."

Bao Ruoyou's face straightened, "Then you wait a moment and I will come out right away."

Bao Ruoyou went into the house to get the autopsy box, and soon came out again. Before getting into the carriage, he greeted Yang, "What case is it?"

Hou Yang's expression was a little hard, and he hesitated for a moment before saying: "It's someone who died in the brothel by Weiyang Lake." He seemed to feel that it was rude to tell Bo Ruoyou this, so his voice was as low as a mosquito, "A guest, Died on a girl."