The Delicate Lady Coroner

But there is a business, Bo Ruoyou is absolutely impossible to go wrong, the next morning, as soon as it was light, she left the house for Lanzheng Fang, sitting in the carriage and could not help thinking of last night—

After returning home last night, she hesitated several times and did not tell Cheng Yunzhi about her encounter with the Bo family. She knew that Cheng Yunzhi had a deep resentment towards the Bo family, and she was probably because she was young when she left home and later became a foster father. The stepmother loves her. If she doesn’t treat the Bo family as a close relative, she will be less difficult in her heart. Therefore, she is afraid to tell Cheng Yunzhi about this, and arouse his unhappiness to come to the door. But in her opinion, Now is not the best time to return to Boss.

I neither told Cheng Yunzhi, nor should I tell Huo Weilou, this matter is hidden in my heart, maybe I don't have to say it.

But last night, somehow, she couldn't help but spoke to Huo Wei Lou. Huo Wei Lou has a reputation. After getting along in February, she felt that he was well-deserved, and everyone who followed him was loyal and surrendered to him. Although it is harsh and cruel, he is rare to observe strictness and justice. Later, I saw him open up to Song Meiniang and others, and I also knew his benevolence, and the rest, I also saw that he has a gentle side, unknowingly. , Her trust in him is comparable to Cheng Yunzhi.

She doesn’t understand court affairs, but the officialdom in ancient times is indistinct. Although Huo Weilou has a notoriety, in her opinion, he is wearing the name of power to protect the country for the people. Haiyan Heqing, who is currently in the field of the Great Zhou Dynasty, is among the hundreds of civil and military officials, and he will be the first one. How can such a person not be willing to follow?

After a hundred times of thoughts, the carriage had entered Lanzheng Fang, and soon stopped in front of the gate of Hou Mansion. At this moment, the sky was faint, and the sky was white with bright light. The rising sun was about to burst out of the clouds, and Bo Ruoyou entered the mansion gate. At that time, the entire Hou Mansion was quieter than last night.

The attendant went to report that she was going along the corridor to the main courtyard. The attendant of the Hou Mansion seemed quite relieved of her, but did not follow. On the contrary, when she heard the sound of sword chanting on the side of the road, she hesitated slightly, and walked past her feet as if bewitched.

Turning a flower stand full of vines and leaves, Bo Ruoyou saw the Huo Wei Tower dancing sword in the distance.

He wore black shorts, lean and vigorous, his forehead and hairline were soaked in sweat, and his body style flashed with radiance between his jumps and jumps. The three-foot green front was like a dragon in his palm. During the turmoil, Bo Ruoyou seemed to hear the sound of dragons and cranes. This was not the first time she saw the Huowei Tower Dance Sword, but this time she was a little dumbfounded.

When she first appeared at the entrance of the flower garden, Huo Weilou saw it, but he didn't stop his hands. He didn't stop until he finished this period. When he turned around, he saw Bo Ruoyou staring at him intently, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile.

Raising his hand and wiping his forehead, a flick of his hand brought out a string of flying sweat. He strode towards Bo Ruoyou in a stride, and his entire face was sweaty, but for no reason there was more pressure from the mountains and the tsunami. The closer Bo Ruoyou got closer, the more Bo Ruoyou felt that he seemed to be shining, attracting her attention inexplicably, and even forgot to salute for a while.

"Take it." Huo Weilou didn't mind or joke, just handed over his sword.

Bo Ruoyou took it blankly, but she didn't expect the long sword to be much heavier than she had imagined. She slipped her hand and almost threw the sword to the ground. Huo Weilou had already let go, and could not help holding her hand and the sword together at this moment. , Lifted up, frowned again, "lost my soul?"

Bo Ruoyou hugged the sword hurriedly, only then did he feel impolite and blessed slightly, "Hou Ye—"

Huo Weilou’s lips bend, and he strode forward. Bo Ruoyou followed behind. He realized that his face was a little hot, but looking from her direction, the dark and complicated ink-colored brocade robe was attached to him. It is the back and bee waist that set off his distinct texture. He is not a sturdy body, only every inch of texture is thinly attached to the bones, which is just right stiff and contains a powerful force.

Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but abandon his gaze, and the Huo Wei Building who was walking in front had already taken off his belt. When he walked to the main courtyard, his front was pulled apart. When Father Fu came out of the main courtyard, he could see Huo. Wei Lou's untidy clothes, I saw Bo Ruoyou holding his long sword strenuously behind him, and he was able to come forward with a whisper, "Beware of hurting yourself."

Passing the long sword to Father Fu, the Huo Wei Building people were long gone, Bo Ruoyou moved his sore wrists, thinking for a moment that such a heavy sword would make the Huo Wei Building dance so fluently.

"Youyou, it's too early for you—"

Father Fu held the sword in, and Bo Ruoyou whispered in a low voice: "If you are late, I'm afraid Lord Hou will ask him."

Father Fu couldn't help laughing, "You are not a serious subordinate of Lord Hou, and you don't need an autopsy today. Why are you afraid of him asking him?"

Bo Ruoyou smiled and didn't say anything. She was surprised at first seeing Ning Xiao feel so obedient in front of Huo Weilou yesterday, but now she understands it very well, because she doesn't want to disappoint Huo Weilou.

This thought had been there for a long time, but it was because Huoweilou had a heavy prejudice against women at the beginning, and even when she was invisible, she worked hard when she was not convinced. Later, when she arrived in Luozhou, she did not dare to be indifferent because of what she wanted. In addition to doing the job with all her heart, she still didn't want to disappoint Huo Weilou.

It's a pity that she is not a man, otherwise she would be a decent subordinate of Huo Weilou and follow him to make contributions. Wouldn't it be a pleasure in this life?

This thought flashed past, and Bo Ruoyou entered the study and went to look through the pile of books. Huo Weilou said last night that she was very right, because she carefully looked through Wei Ling's posts today. The posts she really wrote were all Lingxiu Kai style, there are two night travel scripts, and they are also scribbled. It can be seen that Wei Ling is not satisfied with himself, so he stopped writing after only two pages. If Wei Ling is a young girl of the age of beauty, what can I do? Is she willing to study what she is not good at?

Father Fu came in to deliver hot tea. Bo Ruoyou remembered what Huo Weilou said last night when he was looking at the rubbings: "Master Hou was marching away since he was a child, but he seems to be very good at calligraphy, and his characters are also strong on the back of paper."

Father Fu put the tea cup on the table, and he sighed when he heard this, and Bo Ruoyou looked at him with some incomprehension.

"You may not believe it. If Hou Ye does not go to the battlefield, he only needs to go to the scientific examination to get a number one champion." Father Fu sighed. We were taught by the Master in the Imperial College together, and his poems and parallel essays that he wrote at the age of eight or nine were spread to the public, and the students rubbed and chanted."

Bo Ruoyou was really surprised now, "Then Lord Hou... did he prefer to march before going to the battlefield?"

Father Fu shook his head, "No, there is nothing to like or dislike. Lord Hou only does what he should do." Seeing that Bo Ruoyou didn't quite understand, Fu Gong just said, "Silly girl, in the court, there is often verbal criticism from civil servants, but The one who spoke the hardest was the soldier in charge, and at that time the northern barbarians invaded, the Great Zhou Jiangshan also needed someone to guard."

Father Fu sighed a little while saying, "Although Lord Hou grew up as I watched, he is really admirable. With the respect of the world, there is nothing to enjoy the glory of staying in Beijing. It's been five years, and it's so easy to hold the military power. If you say you don't want it, you can afford it and let it go. It never makes people worry, so your Majesty trusts him like this now."

Bo Ruoyou's heart trembled a little, and there were many rumors in the market, but these words were really convincing from Father Fu. The young Huo Weilou was in the army, but at such a young age, she was willing to go to the battlefield and endure hardship, she thought Huo Weilou is because he likes to march and fight, but he didn't expect that he had been amazing as a young man.

There is nothing to like or dislike, Master Hou only does what he should do.

This statement sounds simple, but everyone has seven emotions and six desires. If one can abandon the desire and only do what one should do, what kind of strong will and self-control is needed?

Bo Ruoyou's admiration grows spontaneously.

When Huo Weilou entered the study room, he changed his robe. He had just bathed in ink and still had moisture on his hair. In addition, he had sweated. The whole person was full of energy and spirit. Bo Ruoyou was quite diligent when he saw him. Got up and saluted.

Huo Weilou waved his hand, "What did it reveal?"

Bo Ruo pondered for a moment, "The lady found out that Miss No. 2 not only reads calligraphy, but also looks at paintings. If she really sees others privately, then this person should be very good at these two things. Miss No. 2 has joined the Lingxiao Poetry Club and wants to come. Also counted as a talented woman, there are many young scholars in the capital, and the popular literature and publications in these years, will it be related to these people? If the other party is also a descendant of the family, it seems that she does not need to hide the talents to meet like this. "

"Young aristocratic lady, a down-and-out scholar and talented scholar, it's a common occurrence in storytelling." He glanced at Bo Ruoyou, "Did you look at a storybook lately?"

Bo Ruoyou was taken aback for a moment, "Men's girl... I don't see much, and I haven't seen it recently."

The stories of such talented scholars and beautiful ladies are the most exciting. Bo Ruoyou is very indifferent in this regard, so naturally he would not specifically watch these. However, Huo Weilou said seriously: "I don't see much, then you need to read more."

Bo Ruoyou was at a loss as to what he meant by what he said. Outside, he said, "Master Hou, Ning Xiao is here."

After Huo Weilou's expression must have gone to the book case, Bo Ruoyou also looked at the door. After a while, Ning Xiao strode in. He probably didn't expect Bo Ruoyou to be here, so he glanced at her unexpectedly.

Huo Weilou asked: "Is there any news?"

Ning Xiao saluted, and continued: "The second lady's personal maid said that she did go to other library to buy it, but she didn't go to it often. The most favorite is Chongshuguan. She can't remember the library with ink characters. The subordinates thought that either the second lady went to other places really rarely, or the second lady went elsewhere but she didn't know, and then followed the Hou Ye's orders overnight to investigate, this capital city, there are a total of books with ink in the name. There are about thirty homes, but only five can rub the book last night."

The booklet last night was considered a rare book. It was originally lost. Now only various rubbings are circulating on the market, and the money is expensive. Ning Xiao took out a scroll from his sleeve, "These five houses have two in the west and two in the east. Home, and one in the south of the city."

Bo Ruoyou couldn't help asking: "But is there someone near the Yuxi River in the east of the city?"

Ning Xiao nodded, "The two in the east of the city are both near the Yuxi River, one is near the East City, and the other is on the east side of Changxingfang, not far from where the second lady was found. I asked when I went to the Chongshuguan yesterday. The young man in the library, the young man recalled that he had indeed met Miss No. 2 because she was often there and recognized her, but Miss No. 2 did not buy the book yesterday, but just looked at it and left. There is nothing unusual about Fushun Street. And Xiaosi said that even though the second lady bought a lot of books, there was nothing strange about it, nor did she see anyone in the Chongshuguan."

Bo Ruo couldn't help but said, "So the second lady said that going to Chongwen Museum is just a cover? She wants to go somewhere else?"

Huo Weilou answered, "Mostly I went to the east of the city."

Fushun Street is not close to Yuxi River, and her body was found far away from Fushun Street, and the murderer would not be able to take a large living person to the east. Only Wei Ling had the greatest chance of going east. .

Huo Weilou stood up, "Let's go."

Ning Xiao walked out in response, and Bo Ruoyou sighed when he saw it. He wanted to say something but didn't say anything. His eyes flashed more and more. Just two steps out of Huo Weilou, he looked back at her at this moment. Go together?"

Bo Ruoyou nodded immediately. Obviously, he was waiting for this. Huo Weilou said: "Then follow."

Said that Bi Huowei Tower turned and walked outside, Bo Ruoyou's eyes were bright for a moment, Ning Xiao frowned, looked at Huowei Tower, then Bo Ruoyou, and then followed.

Bo Ruoyou was a little guilty of being seen by him. After all, it was not her turn to find her. She couldn't help but be more grateful to Huo Weilou. He saw what she was thinking in her heart and satisfied her, which made her feel two secrets in her heart. joy.

After leaving the mansion gate, Huo Weilou was already in the carriage. Seeing Bo Ruoyou coming out, he opened the curtain and said, "You follow Benhou."

Ning Xiao turned on his horse, and when he heard this, his brows tightened, staring at Bo Ruoyou as if to stare out a hole from her. But it was not the first time that Bo Ruoyou was in the same car with Huo Weilou, and he hurriedly climbed up.

The carriage moved around, because Lan Zhengfang was in the west of the city, and it took half an hour to go to the east of the city. On the road, it was thin and quiet, and the curtain was lifted to look outside. He only talked about the case with Huo Weilou, and Huo Weilou watched her for a while. Feeling a little funny, "Ben Hou recommended you to the Jingzhao Mansion. Sun Zhao really does not lose. If you are thinking about the case, there is nothing else to say?"

Bo Ruo faintly stunned, "Now that the case is urgent, the girls are naturally concerned. Isn't Hou Ye not worried? It is easy for the Hou Ye to come to investigate..."

After Bo Ruoyounane finished speaking, he thought for a while, what can she say to Wu Zhaohou?

Huo Weilou sighed from the bottom of his heart, and then asked: "You said your foster father is ill, how is he now?"

Bo Ruoyou raised his lips, "Foster father knows some medical treatments, and always prescribes a prescription for himself to eat. Now that the winter has passed and the weather has warmed up, he will be much better. Thank you, Master Hou for your concern."

Huo Weilou thought for a while, "If it feels wrong, Ben Hou also seeks an imperial doctor to see him."

Bo Ruoyou was flattered for a while, "Thank you, Lord Hou, if your foster father falls ill again, the daughters will come to trouble Lord Hou again."

Seeing her appearance, Huo Weilou knew that she hadn't given birth to any side-by-side thoughts following him now. She felt that she was stupid at the time, and at the same time it was rare. So he asked her about her house and asked about Lian Liang. Aunt Shuliang got a general idea, and went all the way. By the time of the first bookstore, the sun had already climbed to the middle of the sky.

The first bookstore is called Hanmo, which occupies a street-facing store in the East City. It is very spacious and hospitable. Seeing a few distinguished persons, they came up to receive graciously. But in a blink of an eye, I saw the embroidered clothes ambassadors following behind. Immediately changed a bit.

Huo Weilou took Bo Ruoyou and looked in the bookstore, but his eyes did not stop until he found the rubbings of the former dynasty calligrapher, "How many people buy these rubbings on weekdays?"

The shopkeeper said with trepidation: "It's not too much. The people in charge of this set of rubbings wrote very hard. It takes two or three months to publish one. So it's not cheap. Most people who buy this book are only talented. Some improvement in calligraphy."

Huo Weilou glanced at Ning Xiao, and Ning Xiao immediately took out a portrait and asked, "Is it possible that she came to buy this rubbing?"

The portrait is Wei Ling, and I don’t know who painted it by the direct agent. It is quite realistic. The shopkeeper looked at it, but shook his head, “Most of the people who buy this rubbing are young men, and the girl has never seen it before.”

Huo Weilou stared, not Wei Ling came to buy it, but someone else bought it, and then gave it to her, "In the past six months, how many rubbings have you sold here?"

The shopkeeper gave a wry smile, "I haven't reached ten books yet."

"Do you know their identity?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Naturally, I don't know it. The guests leave after they buy something, and the little people won't bother."

Huo Weilou sank his eyes and asked more subtle questions, but the answers given by the shopkeeper were all disappointing. He didn't delay his efforts, and went straight to the bookshop on the east side of Changxingfang.

The carriage went through two sticks of incense again. When he got off the carriage, Bo Ruoyou saw an ink painting and calligraphy gallery where not only books but also paintings were sold. The shop was on the side facing the Yuxi River. It looked a little deserted, but as soon as you entered the shop, you could see several imitation paintings of famous works hanging in the center. Outsiders like Bo Ruoyou were surprised and almost thought they were genuine.

The shopkeeper was dozing off behind the counter, and said without looking up: "Reading and painting are free to read, and the price is clearly marked. If you want to customize the imitation painting and printing rubbing book, you will start work after discussing the price. Great gifted poems and pictures and the most fashionable storybook..."

The shopkeeper chanted a string of words smoothly, and then he raised his head when he realized that something was wrong. Seeing that Huo Weilou entered the door with Bo Ruoyou, and both of them were very charming, he quickly stood up and said, "What are you looking for?"

Just after saying this, I saw the embroiderer outside the door, and the shopkeeper's complexion changed slightly and immediately walked out, "My lord, this shop is a small business. It is clear whether it is genuine or imitation, and there is no deception. —"

Huo Weilou looked at the shopkeeper for a few moments, and only looked at the place where the rubbings were placed. However, when he glanced at it, he did not see the painting book in Wei Ling's place. He sank his eyes and motioned to Ning Xiao, Ning. Xiao once again showed the portrait of Wei Ling. He thought it was very remote here, but I was afraid that he would still find no results.

"This young lady has seen it before."

This remark made several people in Huo Weilou's look refreshed, and the shopkeeper said: "This lady likes the paintings and calligraphy of the talented scholar Lu. "Langting" missed it."

Huo Weilou raised his eyebrows, "Who is the Great Talent Lu?"

The shopkeeper was stunned, "Does your lord know? The talented man is Lu Wenhe. He is the nephew of Lu Jijiu, the superintendent of the country. He was awarded a jinshi at the age of fifteen. His paintings are not worse than the original ones. In the past two years, he has started to make his own poems and paintings. At a young age, there is a generation of demeanors. His poems and paintings are hard to find in the capital. No, I have some friendship with the talented Lu, occasionally he can fix his paintings, but sometimes he only produces a painting in half a year, and it is really in short supply."

Huo Weilou knew that the Imperial College had sacrificed Jiu Jia, but he didn't know what Lu Wenhe was. He glanced at the hall and said, "Which painting belongs to him?"

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly for a moment, "Naturally there is no in the shop. His paintings will be grabbed as soon as they are out. If adults want them, the shop can only ask someone to ask them. If the adults pay a price, can the painting fall into the hands of the adults. , Still unknown."

Huo Weilou was noncommittal, "This young lady has come too many times?"

The shopkeeper nodded in a hurry, "I haven't seen it before, but it's been more than half a year. I'll tell you that the small shop has the treasure of the town shop. The customers who come to the small shop are all generous. Therefore, in the past six months, the talent of Lu The paintings are also produced by our shop. This lady didn’t know where to find out, so she came to ask many times. She didn’t buy Lu Dazhizi’s paintings and articles, but she knew that Lu Dazhizi was good at running books, but she bought some. Go back to other rubbings."

If this Lu Wenhe had won the champion, Huo Weilou would naturally know that, but this one did not shine in the scientific examination, he naturally didn't know it, and he wanted to know the talents of the well-known talents in the capital.

"What is the selling price of Lu Wenhe's poetry, calligraphy and painting?" Huo Weilou asked.

The shopkeeper stretched out his hand and pointed out with a gesture, "At least it started with Bailiang. He published a collection of poems and essays, which was later bid for this number, and it was also sold by our store—"

He spread his five fingers and his face was dazzling.

Huo Weilou raised his eyebrows, "Since he is so talented, why don't you know that he has continued scientific research? And he is so famous, then he must be very popular in the day, but I don't know where he lives. Would you like to be an official?"

Huo Wei Tower is not devoid of mountains and dews, and the shopkeeper is not sure of his identity, so he cautiously said: "If you are an adult, it will be a bit vulgar. This great talented man is quite a literati, and the capital is so literate. I asked him, but he never came forward, and never openly relied on the paintings to make money. He saw the dragon and the end, and wrote a parallel essay attacking the DPRK—"

As if realizing that he had said something that shouldn't be said, the shopkeeper quickly changed his words, "It's not a criticism, but that he has some doubts about the ruling and opposition parties today, so he lacks the desire to be an official. He is now double ten years old. If you really want to take the scientific examination, I'm afraid you would have won the top prize."

The shopkeeper only saw the embroidered clothes ambassadors wearing official uniforms, but did not identify their identities, so he dared to speak nonsense. Bo Ruoyou stood aside and really squeezed a sweat for him, but Huo Weilou smiled normally, "Even if He is a generation of writers, and he may not necessarily be a good official who asks for life for the people. Since he dared to point out the current malpractices, he did not have the courage to join the officialdom and change the way. It is nothing more than a sour scholar."

The shopkeeper couldn't help but stared at his eyes and took a deep breath: "The adult has to say that, then...the villain will have to come up with Lu Gongzi's paintings to convince the adults."

He just said no, but at the moment he said to take it out. Huo Wei Building showed a sign of interest. The shopkeeper immediately turned to the interior room. Bo Ruoyou shook his head. He only looked at the paintings and calligraphy in the hall. You suddenly saw a row of photo posts at the bottom of the shelf. She couldn't help but stepped forward and picked up the photo post, "This post is a very good copy."

Huo Weilou walked behind her, looked over her shoulders, and finally let out a faint utterance, "What's the good point?"

Perceiving some dissatisfaction in his words, Bo Ruo groaned slightly, "But if you look closely, it is indeed Er Er."

Huo Weilou was satisfied. At this time, the shopkeeper held out a landscape painting like a pearl, "Lord, please look at it. This is just an imitation, but you can also see a bit of effort. What do you think of this painting? "

Huo Weilou turned his eyes and raised his brows as soon as he glanced at it, "I have seen this painting."