The Delicate Lady Coroner

"The sprinkled paper is ordinary rice paper, but when the rice paper is made, fine gold and silver powder or gold and silver foil is applied on the surface of the paper, and then the color wax paper produces the luster of gold and silver. Therefore, it is also called Sprinkle gold and silver five-color wax paper."

Bo Ruoyou used two bamboo tweezers and carefully fiddled in the porcelain plate. "Therefore, golden paper is thicker than ordinary rice paper, and it is not easy to disperse ink. Many people like to paint on poems, which is more ancient. Farther away, it should be a common thing in the Hou Mansion. However, this thing was swallowed by the deceased. After a long time in the stomach, most of the ink has been dissolved. Fortunately, the paper is thick, but there is a way to save it."

At this point, Bo Ruoyou raised his head, "The girls need the same blue grass."

Bo Ruoyou bends her body, her sleeves are rolled up, and a small piece of jade arms and wrists are exposed, and her slender waist is more and more full-grained, and the whole person is clearly busy, but there is an inexplicable feeling. Gentle and elegant.

Huo Weilou looked at her, "What kind of blue grass?"

"Polygonum and Isatis indica are both acceptable."

The blue grass can be colored and is commonly used in ordinary dyeing cloth workshops. Huo Weilou nodded and walked out the door and ordered.

Bo Ruoyou looked down again and fiddled with the small group of sprinkled paper.

The sprinkling paper is only the size of a palm. It is crumpled into a ball and swallowed, and then melted in the stomach for a few days. At this moment, the outermost layer is only a thin layer left. Bo Ruoyou dare not be sloppy and afraid of getting it. No writing can be found after breaking.

After another two changes of clear water, the crumpled and sticky ball of paper only showed its shape slightly. Father Fu also stood aside and looked at it, and said in surprise: "It turned out to be a sprinkle of golden paper."

After being diluted by clear water, the faint gold and silver powder on the sprinkled gold paper showed a brilliance, but the whole paper became thin and soft, and the writing on it was only occasionally visible with a stroke of ink.

Fu Gonggong sighed, "How can this be distinguished?"

Bo Ruoyou said: "If you want to distinguish every word, it's impossible, Minnv will do her best."

Fu Gong turned his eyes and glanced at Huo Wei Building, "Is there any gain in the questioning of Lord Hou's front yard?"

Huo Weilou's expression was condensed, "It's not very different from what Zheng Wenyan said."

Father Fu sighed, "So, it is impossible to be sure that Zheng Sanye lied. Although his mind is a little misconduct, there is no evidence. It can't be determined that he is harming people."

Father Fu's eyes fell brightly on Bo Ruoyou, "It depends on whether the girl can find the writing on it."

Huo Weilou was also looking at Bo Ruoyou.

He went to the local state government to handle the case several times, but it was the first time he met Bo Ruoyou. Xiao Xiaoyao is more diligent than the chief officer. The most important thing is that he has good skills. If he is a man, he can use it.

There was a trace of regret in Huo Weilou's eyes. Bo Ruoyou wiped the sweat with the back of his hand at this moment, and when she raised her eyes, she met Huo Weilou's gaze, she was slightly taken aback, a little unclear.

The emotions in Huo Weilou's eyes flashed, and he frowned, "How long does it take to make the writing appear?"

His tone of voice became majestic again, as if Shirley was just thin and dazzling. She thought for a while, "I'm afraid it will be tomorrow." After speaking, she looked out the window and saw that the sun was almost reaching the sky, and she said again, "I still need it. The sun is good today."

Huo Weilou frowned, seemingly not satisfied with this time. Bo Ruoyou somehow, suddenly thought that when he first saw her yesterday, Huo Weilou was dissatisfied when he learned that she was actually the work requested by He Cheng, "Huo Weilou looked down on the woman" The thought slipped through her mind, and she changed her words, "It's dark, and it will be dark today at the earliest."

Huo Weilou's brows stretched slightly, and his eyes were clouded. Who in the world doesn't like such a subordinate?

A trace of regret was born in Huo Weilou's heart again, but this time he never showed it on his face.

"Master Hou—"

The voice suddenly arrived, and it was He Cheng hurriedly. Huo Weilou turned around and He Cheng entered the door and said: "The lower official at the ancestral hall has sent someone to go. I have already seen the jade mother. She lives in the ancestral hall by herself, according to her own account. In the past few years, she has never left the gate of the ancestral hall. She only knows about the death of the old lady, not even Zheng Erye’s fall."

After that, He Cheng looked a little strange, "This person is a little weird."

Huo Weilou looked at He Cheng, and He Cheng's chubby face was wrinkled, "I don't know what to say, but I think it seems impossible that a person has lived in the ancestral hall for so many years without leaving the house, and... Hou Ye I haven't seen her, and when she looks at it, people feel a little hairy in my heart, yin air, yin air is very..."

After thinking for a while, He Cheng used the word "yin qi".

Huo Weilou frowned, "Where are people now?"

He Chengbian said: "Still in the ancestral hall."

Huo Weilou glanced at Bo Ruoyou and said, "Take Benhou to see."

He Cheng nodded momentarily, Huo Weilou glanced at Father Fu, and Father Fu immediately said, "Don't worry, Lord Hou, the old slave stays."

After saying this, Huo Weilou just left the mourning hall.

As soon as I left the house, I felt that although there was the sun today, the oncoming wind was exceptionally cold. At this moment, two people walking to the mourning hall were not far away, and Huo Wei Building saw them lifting things at a glance. His hands were all red from the cold, and his phoenix eyes were lightly sinking. Suddenly he thought of the ten fingers of Bo Ruoyou holding bamboo tweezers, and the slender fingers that were as thin as green onions, as if they had been covered in ice and snow.

Huo Weilou retracted his sight.

He didn't mention what he was thinking, but only looked at the garden of the Hou Mansion. Because the ancestral hall had been separated from the main body of the Hou Mansion, the more the Huo Wei Building went north, the more he realized the size of the Hou Mansion. "This garden was built by the Zheng family?"

He Cheng couldn't find the meaning of Huo Weilou's questioning, so he had to honestly say: "No, this garden is the residence of a former prince. When it was built, it attracted the flowing water of Huanhua Creek in the south of the city. Three places were built in the garden. Neihu, the dynasty changed later, the garden was abandoned, and the Neihu was all dried up. About 60 or 70 years ago, it was bought by the then Master Zheng and renovated and rebuilt it as an ancestral house."

As far as Huo Weilou's eyes go, the more we go north, the more we can see centuries-old pine and cypresses. If the garden was built by Zheng himself, it would cost a lot of money. He was responsible for supervising hundreds of officials, and he would care about these minor details.

After passing through a moon gate, he really left the main body of the Hou Mansion. There was a dense bamboo forest in front of him. The sun was in the sky, and a mottled light and shadow were cast in the bamboo forest. Hou's ancestral hall underneath.

The pines and cypresses are towering in the sky, the snow is a little bit green, and the pine and cypresses covered by the umbrella cover the ancestral hall like the sky.

Although the usual ancestral halls are often accompanied by pines and cypresses to show solemn respect to the ancestors, the scene before him really echoes the word "yin and qi" mentioned by He Cheng.

A group of people entered the courtyard gate. The courtyard was covered with snow, and there were only a few monotonous footprints on it. They were still left a moment ago. He Cheng walked quickly and called the door, "Mother Yu? Houye is here, open the door—"

The quiet needle drop in the room was audible. Just as He Cheng frowned, the door opened without warning. Before this, He Cheng hadn't heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door.

Inside the door appeared a face that looked a bit deadly white because of the lack of light for many years. Mother Yu was over half a hundred years old. Her face was asered as chicken skin, plus brown spots and a pair of lifeless, black eyes. As soon as it appeared, it was a little crippled.

She showed a face behind the door, glanced at the people outside, and fixed her eyes behind Huo Weilou.

She didn't know what she thought of, her expression suddenly changed a little, and the corner of her lips was pressed, and the door was opened.

She was dressed in black, and the room was dark. She seemed to be hidden in the dark. He Cheng hesitated and didn't enter, and Huo Wei Building strode into the ancestral hall.

The entrance is the Kuoda main hall. The memorial tablet of Zheng's ancestors is placed in the north direction. The long bright lights are faintly lit underneath. There are wing rooms on both sides. One side is the object of incense ceremonies, and the other is the room of Mother Yu, Huowei Building. Sweeping her big eyes, she turned to stare at Mother Yu, Mother Yu stood with her hands down, her head hanging down not to look at Huo Weilou.

Huo Wei said: "How many years have you been here?"

"Slaves have been here for fifteen years."

When Mother Yu spoke, she felt a sense of stiffness that she hadn't spoken to others for a long time, and her voice was hoarse, which made her listen a little weird.

Huo Weilou asked again: "Why is this?"

Mother Yu pursed her lips, "The slave and maid are guilty, come here to make atonement."

Mother Yu lowered her head, and if she closes the door, she would be like a doll hidden in the dark, with no vitality visible from all over her body. Huo Weilou silently asked, "What's the crime?"

Mother Yu dropped her head, so she didn't answer.

Huo Weilou frowned, and He Chengdao: "The question is Wu Zhaohou, Mother Yu, now the death of the old lady in the mansion is suspicious. Master-servant friendship."

Mother Yu’s head was still hanging, "The old lady is over half a hundred years old, but she is dead. In a few days, the slave and maid will go with her. After the ground, the slave and the old lady will continue the relationship between master and servant."

After saying this, He Cheng couldn't help but shudder.

I don’t have to say that I’m going to die in a few days. What else did I say to the underground...

In the darkness, Huo Weilou gave a cold smile, "Mother is not afraid of death, but have you ever thought about the other descendants of the Hou Mansion? Madam is an old man next to the old lady, and she does not answer why she is so guilty. Say, Zheng Wenyan is not lucky in the house, right?"

Mother Yu’s shoulders shrank visibly, she suddenly raised her eyes and glanced behind Huo Wei Building, as if someone was hiding behind Huo Wei Building. He Cheng's heart trembled at this glance, and she quickly looked behind Huo Wei Building. Go, but not far behind Huo Wei Tower, there is only a portrait of an unknown ancestor of the Zheng family hanging on the wall.

"Fifteen years ago, a concubine by Hou's side gave birth to a child, and the servants were not able to take care of them, causing the mother to die and the child to die. She was supposed to be killed by a rod, but the old lady remembered the love of the master and servant and asked the servant to come here to forgive her sins. This is a servant. The reason for coming here."

Mother Yu finished speaking, turned and walked to kneel before the ancestors of the Zheng family, and read the scriptures in her mouth.

Her back looked like a stone sculpture. He Cheng wanted to step forward and ask again, but Huo Weilou raised his hand to stop him. Huo Weilou knew that this jade mother would never speak again today.

With a sneer on the corners of Huo Weilou’s lips, he turned and walked out. He Cheng followed behind. After he came out, he couldn’t help rubbing his goosebumps arm, “Hou Ye, that’s such a person, so weird, Shi Cai When the official came, she opened half of the door, and she only stood in the door to answer. She was really fretful. Lord Hou, what should I do now?"

"Go to check the servants of the Hou Mansion, see who has been in the mansion for more than 15 years, and see if what she said is true or false. There are also unlucky rumors about Zheng Wenyan, all the old people in the Hou Mansion, ask one by one."

Huo Weilou walked to the entrance of the courtyard and suddenly stopped. When he turned and looked at the door of the house, the color of condensation appeared in his eyes again.

Huo Wei Loutou left the ancestral hall without returning.

In the mourning hall of the west courtyard, the embroiderer found Miao Lancao, and Bo Ruoyou was immersing the thin golden paper into the colorless juice, and Father Fu had an enthusiastic look. He said, "This The juice looks colorless, so it can be colored after soaking cloth or paper, and then exposed to the sun. The golden paper is already thin, and the coloring will be very poor, but where there is ink, the color will appear."

Father Fu was surprised, "How did you know?"

Bo Ruo smiled, "Foster father taught that in a case in the county office two years ago, the murderer sank a letter into the bottom of the lake, and the handwriting was too light to distinguish. The adoptive father used these methods to show some of the handwriting. ."

Fu Gong said: "Then your foster father is also a very powerful character."

Bo Ruoyou just smiled. After soaking the golden paper for half an hour, he picked it up and spread it on a towel, and then took it to the sun to dry, and Father Fu stared at him without blinking. The golden paper was sprayed, and the longer it was dried, the original brown and yellow paper began to change color, and the ink stains also showed some shapes.

The sun gradually slanted westward, and the handwriting appeared more and more, but only one or two characters could barely be recognized. Bo Ruoyou's face was dull, he took a napkin and paper into the mourning hall, and invited the yaman to be born in a brazier and roasted.

At dusk, Huo Weilou took He Cheng to the mourning hall again. When he talked about his visit to the ancestral hall, He Cheng sighed, but Duke Fu was amazed, "A good family, how can there be weirdness everywhere?"

The night is about to fall, and Bo Ruoyou said that it can make the characters appear in the dark. Father Fu may have forgotten this, but Bo Ruoyou has not forgotten. She holds the piece of paper, and she will be crispy when she gets closer. , The distance is far away and it will not be effective, just holding it so close and not far away, a small face is roasted red, and the bright eyes are reflected in the fire, the fire light leapt, and the beautiful color flowed between his eyebrows and eyes, It actually gave birth to a sort of clear charm and coquettish meaning.

Standing at the door, Huo Weilou was just a glimpse, but he couldn't help his gaze.

At this moment, Bo Ruoyou raised her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes were bright, and the corners of her lips rose up, "I saw the words..."

This was the first time Huo Weilou saw Bo Ruoyou's smiling face. The charming and charming moments of time were more vivid, and the light that passed through the dark and misty mist at dawn frightened his mind. He The mind that was habitually focused only on the tolerance of the case was so stagnant, and he was a step behind Fu Gong before pacing past.

In the faint firelight, Father Fu couldn't help reading the above handwriting.

"My first seven, your death date."

"When the year is overcast, for me...what is this character?"

The ink mark was a little out of shape, and Father Fu couldn't recognize it for a while, but Huo Weilou recognized it.

"When it's overcast, it's for my life."

Huo Weilou said these eight characters coldly, Father Fu and He Cheng shuddered at the time, and Bo Ruoyou suddenly frowned, "Today...is the day of the old lady's February 7th..."

He Cheng and Father Fu didn't understand what Bo Ruoyou meant, but Huo Weilou straightened up in an instant. At this moment, an embroidered clothing envoy quickly stepped into the mourning hall, "Hou Ye, Zheng San Ye has an accident!"