The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 7 The Tenth Dead

Across the door, the hustle and bustle of the outside disappeared in an instant, and the inner hall was quiet and solemn, but elegant and leisurely.There are two characters hanging on the hall: Fa Jin.

Wang Song was dressed in blue-gray, standing sideways facing a wall in the back hall.Tilting his head slightly, as if looking at something.

The side face is cold, like snow like cypress, Huai Jin holds Yu, a gentleman is dignified.The skin is fair and fat, and he is even more handsome than a woman.

Looking from a distance, it looks like the fairy who lives on the temple and does not eat the fireworks of the world. The facial features and outlines are all cast by the best craftsmen in the world with a sincere and humble heart.It's like a light wind can blow people away.

This handsome and cool young man is the most well-known "power minister" in the world today, the young prince of Qi State Duke's Mansion, Wang Song.

Logically speaking, Wang Song, as the sole heir to the Duke of Qi, should have become a nobleman ten years ago.But before the sage came to the throne, he was personally selected by the late emperor as the regent, and on the grounds that he was "frail and sick, and grateful for his late father", he asked himself not to be a nobleman during the assistant government, so as to avoid excessive power and bias.

But even without the official title of "Duke of Qi", he is still the chief regent who is above that one person and under ten thousand people.

Seeing Yu Qiansi standing in the corner, the coldness in her eyes faded by two points, and motioned Yu Qiansi to approach.

Yuqiansi, who was originally smiling, let go of her smile as if she was relieved, and approached with ease.

"Why did the young master come here suddenly?" Isn't it right now to avoid suspicion?

Wang Song understood the meaning of Yu Qian's wanton words, and just as he was opening his mouth, he suddenly clenched his fist and coughed lightly, his fair complexion became a little strangely flushed.

Yu Qiansi hurriedly supported Wang Song to sit down against the table, and said slightly resentful: "Young master, is it windy again?"

"No problem. I just came back from Junyuan Temple, and I feel that Beijing is still a little cold."

A fiery petal fell from nowhere and was held in Yu Qiansi's hand.A closer look reveals that it is the red bodhi flower.

Junyuan Temple?No wonder.

The geothermal hot spring of Junyuan Temple is famous far and near, and even the surrounding climate is one-third warmer than other places in the capital.There was one person who presided over the master who likes to take care of flowers and plants. Taking advantage of the geothermal heat of Junyuan Temple, he cultivated a red jade bodhi tree.Not only the flowering period is long, but the petals are blood-like but transparent, and it blooms every winter solstice.

It is really a unique winter scene in the capital.

The hot spring in Junyuan Temple has miraculous effects, but it has been used to nourish the Bodhi tree, and ordinary people can't get it easily, and I am afraid that only the Duke of Qi can use it to recuperate.

In this way, the young master's condition must be serious again.

Yu Qiansi was full of worries.

The cold man still didn't realize it, and continued to explain: "Now that you have made meritorious service, when others think that we should avoid suspicion, you should be aboveboard. Wu Yasi will definitely become more and more important in the future, I know you don't like it The affairs of the court will cause trouble for you in the future, so I am here to support you today."

"Moreover," Wang Song pointed to the food box on the desk, "I entered the city early in the morning, so I definitely didn't have a good meal."

Yu Qiansi's heart warmed slightly.

This is the "treacherous official" who is greedy for power in the world. In the eyes of outsiders, he is unhuman, indifferent, taciturn, and cruel in order to cage power.

But in the eyes of everyone in Duke Qi's mansion, Shi Ziye is just a thoughtful and protective master.As long as you are loyal, he will protect you wholeheartedly.

More importantly, he dragged his sick body and tried his best to maintain the stability of the court.

Let me ask a person who is about to die, what is the use of having that monstrous power?

Seeing her worried face, Wang Song handed her a piece of sweet cake and asked, "But encountered difficulties?"

Yu Qiansi made up her mind and planned to tell all the worries along the way.

"Young master, I still have some doubts about the murder signing case. Master Jikong—"

"—Damn it! Damn Dali Temple! Master Si Yin, it's bad!"

Wuyawei's deputy commander rushes into Fajin hall in a panic along with the wind.

Fa Jintang is the quietest on weekdays, everyone speaks softly, but now they don't care too much.

"Master Si Yin——! Young Master, it's bad, Monk Qing Yuan is dead!"

Yuqian stood up in disbelief.

"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on it!"

It was just sent to Dali Prison, why did the person disappear? !

Sui Feng was stunned for a moment, then said: "It's a long story."

Seeing Yu Qiansi's sharp eyes, he quickly buried his head and made a long story short.

"The Shaoqing of Dali Temple sent people to wait at the prison gate of Dali Temple early in the morning. Our people were not allowed to enter, and they were only allowed to hand over at the gate. We had to hand it over to them after inspection. But as soon as the front feet left, their people caught up with the rear feet. Said, Qing Yuan committed suicide in fear of crime! We went back immediately to check, and Qing Yuan actually... used the method of murder. I sent two people to stay at the scene to protect the scene, and then came back to report to you. "

Thinking of the tragic situation, Suifeng seemed to have returned to Yangzhou again, shivering coldly, his hairs standing on end.

Yu Qian's anger rose from her heart, and her smile became more and more charming.But the thinking in my mind didn't stop.

Eight people died in the murder case before, and one more died after she arrived in Yangzhou. The order of the dead was all in accordance with the five precepts of Buddhism: killing, lying, stealing, adultery, drinking, drinking, adultery, stealing, and lying.

According to what Suifeng just said, Qingyuan himself happened to be the tenth person who died of "killing".He really violated this precept.

But if he doesn't do it sooner or later, he just returned to Beijing, so what is his intention?

"Suifeng, immediately order someone to follow me!"

Suifeng said loudly: "Yes!"

Just as she was about to leave, Yu Qiansi suddenly remembered that Wang Song was still here, "Young Master."

Wang Song waved his sleeves: "Go, do what you want."

Yu Qiansi nodded heavily, and the two hurried out, leaving behind Wang Song full of thought.

As soon as she came back, someone couldn't help but want to attack Ti Xing Si?
Arriving at the door urgently, Yu Qiansi caught a glimpse of a corner of the blue and white soap coat standing still, slightly surprised: "From Nan'an County? But what happened to the Guang'an Hou Mansion?"

The petty official from Nan'an County appeared here in such a hurry, he could only be ordered by Lin Shen.Yesterday, he asked Lin Shen to keep an eye on the Guang'an Hou Mansion. Could there be news so soon?
The little official saw that the Wuya guards had evil looks on their faces, so he didn't dare to speak.But Yuqiansi recognized her origin with just one glance, and also accurately guessed that it was related to the Guang'an Hou Mansion, and she was very surprised.

"Little Su Ren, send greetings to Mr. Ti Xing. The magistrate asked the young one to deliver the letter. Today, at Yinshi, a fire broke out in Guang'an Hou's mansion before the funeral. The fire was in the yard where you caught the thief. I heard that someone died .”

Yu Qiansi was slightly surprised, was on fire again?

If it was normal, she would indeed be interested in the many monsters in the Guang'an Marquis Mansion.But now all the thoughts of the whole family are in the resentment towards Dali Temple, and they don't care about other things.

But at this moment, there was no time to think about it, so he said: "Thank you, you wait here for a while. When I come back from Dali Temple prison, you can tell me in detail."

When Tan Ling, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, saw that the Wuya Guard in red clothes was coming towards Dali Temple Prison like fire and wind, he was already trembling with fright, and quickly ordered: "Hurry up!" Go and see, why hasn't Lord Si Qing arrived yet!"

At the same time, I have to pretend to be calm, and my mind is quickly thinking about the strategy of procrastination.

When the murderous Yu Qiansi approached, Tan Ling pulled him away with the wind before he could speak, and the other people in Dali Temple didn't dare to stop him.

Yu Qiansi directly passed him and ran straight to the cell where Qing Yuan committed suicide.

Rao was prepared, when seeing the tragic situation after Qing Yuan's death, Yu Qiansi also frowned.

The entire cell was filled with the smell of fresh blood, and spray-like blood stains were all over the walls and floors.

Qing Yuan fell between the table in the middle of the cell and the inner wall, with his feet facing outwards and his head lying on his stomach close to the inner wall. Because he was too close to the wall, his head was forced by the wall to rise high in an extremely strange posture.He was obviously lying on his stomach, 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 the south of the Yangtze River, said in surprise, "Si Yin, isn't this the death certificate for murder case No. 1?"

At the beginning of the murder signing case, a monk called Qingwu was repairing the painted paintings on the beam before the Dafa meeting. He accidentally fell and was split by a sharp saw under the beam. Barely connect the head with the body.Like a slaughtered animal, the blood splashed into the Buddhist hall.It was rumored that he had violated the Buddhist Five Precepts of Killing, that's why he died like this.

But this is Dali Temple Prison!Not to mention that they searched Qing Yuan's body carefully before the handover, and there was absolutely no tool that could harm himself.How did he manage to cut off his own neck?

With a slight smile on the corner of Yu Qiansi's mouth, her eyes were cold and unwavering, she stepped into the cell and inspected it carefully.

These jet-shaped bloodstains should be spattered by cutting the throat, and this action.
Yuqiansi found a small bamboo stick soaked in blood not far from the corpse.Then carefully looked at the furnishings of the cell, and estimated the distance from the wall to the table.I roughly understood how Qing Yuan did it.

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