The punishment of the female imperial court

Daiyun is far away, and Ye Shangchuyang.

Yuqiansi got up early in the morning, sitting in the Fajin hall with bamboo plaques carved, very leisurely, without the slightest feeling of being forced by yesterday's imperial decree.

When Boyi stepped into the door, he saw her misty but firm eyes through the scent of tea, and he paused.

Then he laughed at himself, and entered indifferently.

"Looking at you, do you already have a grasp of the case?"

Although yesterday's imperial decree said "the grand court meeting in three days' time", that "three days" was counted even yesterday.The real time available for her to track down the murderer is only two days, but she still has the mind to engrave a sign here, so she already has a plan in her mind.

"This matter is simple. I hesitated before, and I was just hesitating whether to follow the path of the people behind the scenes. Now that time is running out, naturally I can no longer accompany them to continue acting."

For the rest, you just need to follow the steps step by step, take action at the right time, and catch everything in one go.

It's just that in the middle, there is still such a crucial link that is not right, which makes her a little troubled.

they?

There was a bit of slyness in her eyes, and she beckoned him to approach.

Boyi paused for a moment, then leaned over the table she was busy with in a calm manner.

On the table case covered with bamboo shavings, on one side are the names related to the case of the princess, all of which are engraved on the bamboo plaque and listed in order.On the other side, there are people related to the fire at the Ministry of War.The two top bamboo cards are loosely strung together with red thread.

Among them, the officials staying in Yuchen Palace were written on a sign, and many names had been painted in black.

"Do you think the case of the princess is related to the fire at the Ministry of War?"

"I met the young master by chance last night, and I asked him to help me sort out the family backgrounds of the people staying in Yuchen Palace, and ruled out some of them."

Hearing this, Boyi suddenly interrupted: "You were with him last night. Because of this?"

Yu Qiansi was suddenly interrupted, her eyes were full of confusion, she nodded subconsciously, and then she came back to her senses: "Did you see me last night?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed in his black eyes, he pretended to be indifferent and moved back to his chair, patted the bamboo shavings that did not exist on his clothes, but couldn't help but a smile broke out at the corner of his mouth, like a green pine in the rain, very Comfortable look.

"I bought some spicy stew last night. I originally wanted to give it to you to pair with wine, but when I saw him sitting at the stall with you, talking and laughing happily, I thought you probably don't need these, so I left."

Yesterday, like today, through the steaming smoke from the small stall, the man in white looked like a banished fairy willing to enter the world, quietly looking at the woman in red in front of no one.The scene was magnificent, like a painting saint reborn, a superb scene carved out of exquisite brushwork, so that he dared not approach.

It turned out that it was just discussing the case.

Yuqian frowned, a little dissatisfied: "You are seriously injured, you can't drink alcohol, and you can't eat spicy food."

Hearing this, Boyi grinned and smiled innocently: "Naturally, I'll watch while you drink."

While talking, Suifeng walked in carrying a wooden box.

"My lord, there is a little monk from the Yinlong Temple outside the door, and he said that he obeyed Master Jikong's order and gave this thing to you."

Ji Kong seldom gave her anything, so he felt a little doubtful and reached out to take the wooden box.

Boyi also wondered in his heart: "Yesterday I saw Master Jikong, and he said that he would invite you to sit down in his spare time. Why did you think of giving a gift today? What's new?"

From his point of view, he couldn't see what was in the box, but could only smell a faint fragrance mixed with a little earth.

But Yu Qiansi's expression is not quite right.

He was a little worried, so he leaned forward and saw that it was a flourishing flower branch with intertwined green leaves and buds, and three or four red roses were blooming on the branch, and there were some delicate watery lights bathed in morning dew.It looks familiar, it is the few branches I saw outside the meditation room last night.

"Is there anything wrong with this flower?" No matter how you look at it, it is just an ordinary flower, why is she so dignified?

"Although plants and flowers are ruthless beings, Master Jikong seldom picks and cuts them, and mostly lets them grow wantonly in the garden." Why did he suddenly pick them off?

She touched the broken part to reveal jagged white and light green marks, it should have been picked off not long ago.

She recalled the first time she reunited with the master at Yinlong Temple in central Beijing. He pointed to a rose plant in the clutter in the garden and said: "There are five buds on this branch. If you cut off this branch, it will grow back in the future. Five flower buds. If this flower knows that it is her life, it will not bear fruit anyway. Will it grow so hard and fight its way out in this weeds?"

"Is its effort accidental, or is it destined to be inevitable?"

This is the first time that Ji Kong, who has always been open-minded in her eyes, expressed his attitude towards the word "destiny".

She closed her eyes and couldn't remember how she answered.

At this moment, only this question kept echoing in her mind very clearly.

Seeing her like this, Boyi felt a little uncertain: "Yu Qiansi, are you alright?"

She raised her head abruptly and asked him, "What did you just say?"

"I said. I met the master yesterday, and he asked me to ask you to come and sit down when you have time."

Yu Qiansi got up suddenly and walked out the door: "Master Jikong has been in Beijing for many years, and he has never invited me before!"

Something must have happened!
In front of the Yinlong Temple, the little novice monk who just came back after delivering the things was also taken aback, he finished delivering the things on his front foot, how could Lord Yu come by himself on the back foot?Does that matter?
Ke Yuqian expressed nervousness, and the man in black who came yesterday was still behind him.He didn't dare to delay, and took the two of them to the small road outside the monastery.

"The two benefactors, the young monk is not a monk in the master's meditation room. He is only responsible for receiving and guiding and daily chores at the gate of the temple. I am afraid that the two of you will have to go on the next road."

Strange to say, today there is no monk from Jikong Meditation Room to receive guests here.

Yu Qiansi nodded hurriedly, passed him and walked towards the quiet path.

The bamboos on both sides rustled and complained a little due to her hurried steps.

This path, which is full of gravel and gradually stepped down by the people coming and going, has never been so long.

When he was about to approach the courtyard gate, Boyi first noticed something was wrong, there was such a strong smell of blood
It's fresh, the taste of the early days of the Great War
The moment her footsteps paused, Yu Qiansi had pushed open the courtyard door and stood there dumbfounded.

The courtyard was full of dead monks, their blood slithering like poisonous snakes, slowly crawling out from under their respective bodies, struggling towards the wild bushes at the lower corner of the courtyard.It seems that they want to nourish these vigorous and wanton lives with life.

Among these weeds, the fresh broken branch raised high is the source of the rose in the box.

She quickly glanced at everyone, the closer to the meditation room, the more corpses, the blood was still warm, it must have been dead not long ago.

But there is no emptiness among these people.

I'm sorry everyone, I've got a fever again, and it hurts to breathe. My goddamn variant asthma has also started.Life is worse than death, I can only update 2000 words today.

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