The Delicate Lady Coroner

Ning Xiao walked to Huo Wei Building at this time, leaning forward and said: "The subordinate asked his parents, he was indeed at home on the day of the accident with the second lady of Bofu."

Huo Weilou nodded, his expression was quite ordinary, "Then how did you learn that Wei Ling had an accident?"

Wei Ling died by the Yuxi River. Although there were many people watching at the time, no one knew Wei Ling’s identity. Later, when people were brought back to Yizhuang, people from Zhongqin Bo’s House came to pick up Wei Ling’s body. go back. After returning to the mansion, the old lady of the Bofu did not do any funerals. Except for the most familiar people came to visit, everyone else did not know that the lady of the Bofu was murdered and died. How did you know that Wei Ling had something wrong?

Lu Wenhe calmly said, "Not much is known about this matter, but there is some spread among aristocratic families. The villain met the Zhongyi uncle the day before, so he knew about it."

Lu Wenhe only said that the uncle Zhongyi bought his paintings, and he went to the Wenhui of the Uncle Zhongyi, which sounds flawless.

Huo Weilou showed his face, "It is so, but I misunderstood Lu Caizi."

Lu Wenhe's back straightened, and his expression relaxed three points. "I don't dare to have an accident with Miss Wei. If I can help, it is naturally very good. Unfortunately, I don't have much contact with her."

Huo Weilou nodded, his eyes swept across his left hand, but he said peacefully: "If this is the case, you can go home. This case has nothing to do with you. If you really want to ask you, send someone else. Just go to your house to find you."

Lu Wenhe breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his hands, turned around and walked out.

After he left, Huo Qinghong said, "This is Lu Wenhe, but it's not the same as I thought."

Ning Xiao asked, "Master Hou, do you really think he has nothing to do with the case?"

Huo Weilou said coldly, "If Wei Ling only admired Lu Wenhe, he would not even be so concealed to buy paintings. Wei Ling even kept his handmaid from him. Benhou guessed that he was more than that. The bond between two sides."

Huo Weilou hesitated and ordered: "Send someone to stare at Lu Wenhe, and find another chance to try his skills, especially to see if his left hand has been injured."

Ning Xiao responded, and Bo Ruoyou stepped forward and said, "Master Hou, I'm afraid I will have to go to the Bo's House to ask questions. Wei Ling admires Lu Wenhe. It is impossible for the people of the Bo's House, especially the personal maids, to be completely ignorant."

Huo Weilou nodded. At this moment, a guard walked in from outside and said something to Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu entered the door and said, "Master Hou, Master Sun is here."

Sun Zhao came with Wu Xiang. Huo Weilou ordered the two to enter. Sun Zhao said: "I didn’t know what was found when I went to Bo’s house yesterday. Wu Xiang from the Li family has already taken someone to ask. Miss Li Jia also answered all the questions."

Huo Weilou asked, "How did you say it?"

Sun Zhao looked at Wu Xiang, and Wu Xiang said: "The first time I went to Li's house, Miss Li's family was clearly at the house, but she was not seen behind closed doors. She went with the embroidered clothes ambassador that day and saw someone. Miss Li said she The last time I saw Ms. Feng was at a poetry meeting on the Spring Festival. After that, she was not in good health and never met. She also said that she has a very good relationship with Ms. Feng on weekdays, but why is she? She didn't know she was killed. She knew that there was a cinnabar mole on Ms. Feng's back, but she never told anyone about it."

"Ms. Li's family also said that there are not many people who have good friends with Ms. Feng, or they are close to someone but concealed from her, so she never said anything useful. In addition to this young lady, there is also a young master in the Li family. , Who is Miss Li’s elder brother, he also recognizes Ms. Feng, and we also asked him. He knows less about Ms. Feng, and he basically doesn’t know anything about it."

This was nothing. Bo Ruoyou thought about what he saw on the painting boat, but he wanted to ask Miss Li Jia about what happened that day. She would say what she saw on the painting boat on Weiyang Lake. Wu Xiang was surprised." Ms. Li’s family didn’t mention this, but after a long time, it may be that she didn’t expect to ask again tomorrow."

Huo Weilou pondered for a moment, "One is that the Li family wants to inquire again, and the other is that Lu Wenhe is quite suspicious, and the Bofu also needs to ask questions. Wei Ling admires Lu Wenhe. If what Lu Wenhe said is true, would anyone else use her? He secretly wrote about Lu Wenhe's admiration, and Wei Ling has not found any other doubts for the time being. Only his admiration for talented people is very likely to give the murderer a chance."

After a pause, Huoweilou said again: "From the Feng family, Feng Wodan's behavior on February 2 is rather weird. I need to focus on inquiries at one point."

Ning Xiao immediately said, "Subordinates go down to do it."

After running for most of the day, the sun was already slanting to the west. Huo Weilou had intended to leave them to eat in the mansion, but suddenly a maid came to the palace. The maid came in a hurry, and said in front of Sun Zhao and others: " Lord Hou, go into the palace, your majesty is waiting for you."

Bo Ruo waited aside, his heart a little tensed when he saw this, could something happen?

It was Fuquan, the great **** next to Emperor Jianhe, who was of the same generation as Father Fu. He urged Huo Weilou first. Huo Weilou had to change clothes and prepare to enter the palace. It was at the moment of changing clothes that Fuquan looked at Bo Ruoyou. , "This girl is—"

Duke Fu smiled and said, "This is the newly found work by Lord Hou."

Bo Ruoyou was blessed by Fu Quan. Fuquan was surprised for a moment, and when he wanted to ask again, Huo Weilou had already come out. He confessed to Mr. Fu and took a look at Bo Ruoyou and left the house.

As soon as he left, Ning Xiao spoke for a while. Ning Xiao saw that it was not early and said, "It's too late to go to the Bo's House at this time. Ya questioning."

Sun Zhao and Wu Xiang agreed, and everyone got up and said their goodbyes. Father Fu drove everyone to the mansion gate. Bo Ruoyou took the carriage that came in the morning to go home, but when he left Lanzheng Fang, it was still too early to see. Black, Bo Ruoyou suddenly had a thought. She lifted the curtain of the car to confess to her uncle, "Long uncle, don't go home yet, go to Changshun Street on the east side of Yuxi River."

Uncle Liang responded and walked towards Changshun Street. The Moyi Painting and Calligraphy Gallery was on Changshun Street, not too far from home, so it was not a waste of time.

Lu Wenhe’s paintings are on consignment here, and Wei Ling often comes here to inquire about Lu Wenhe’s poems and essays. The place where he was killed happened to be near the river. Although Bo Ruoyou followed him to Feng’s house and Bo’s house in the past few days, he still paid Although it is impossible to leave a clue before going to the place where Wei Ling was killed, she is now confused, and she has the mind to watch and watch.

When the carriage stopped in front of the Moyi Gallery, a man in a green shirt was talking to the shopkeeper in the gallery.

The shopkeeper didn't know what he saw, and exclaimed, "Okay, very good, especially this word, it is so vividly imitated, if it goes well this time, I will directly divide you..."

The voice dropped suddenly, and Bo Ruoyou hadn't heard clearly. When he got out of the carriage and walked to the door, he saw the man in the blue shirt respond with a gentle smile. Don't worry, I will definitely sell you a good price for all the paintings you guard against in the future."

After saying this, the shopkeeper saw Bo Ruoyou at a glance. He was startled, and while rolling up the picture in front of him, he said to the green shirt man: "Okay, I will find you if I have news. It's not too early. You go back."

The man smiled and thanked him. He turned around and saw Bo Ruoyou. A stunning color flashed under his eyes. He nodded to Bo Ruoyou before he walked out, and the shopkeeper stepped forward respectfully," Miss, why are you back?"

Bo Ruoyou and Huo Weilou had only been here in the morning, and the shopkeeper would naturally not be wrong. She was the only one who came, and the shopkeeper was a little confused. But Bo Ruoyou looked at the man who left, "This is also yours. Are you consigning paintings and calligraphy here?"

The shopkeeper knew that she had heard their conversation, and said generously: "It's mainly imitation paintings. His own paintings are also very good, but there is no name, and he can't sell his own paintings, but imitation paintings. The paintings are very good, especially the landscape paintings. The several expensive antique landscape paintings in the Xiaoren shop were all made by him."

"That's a pity." Bo Ruoyou said.

Only Bo Ruoyou came here. The shopkeeper was not as horrified as in the morning, and spoke more casually, “It’s not a shame that there is still this craftsmanship, or I met a conscientious shopkeeper like a villain. If you meet someone who has no conscience, just pay a few twenty taels of silver for a painting, but the villain will directly give him at least 10% to 20%."

Bo Ruo smiled quietly, "Being kind and making money, the shopkeeper is kind, and the business will naturally get better and better."

The shopkeeper happily bowed his waist, "Let you auspicious words." After speaking, he asked with some uncertainty: "What is the lady doing now? It is not always to buy paintings, but it is because of that girl?"

Bo Ruoyou came here twice. Regardless of the presence of the Huowei Tower, the shopkeeper was calm and unobtrusive, and Bo Ruoyou said in a casual way: "No, it's for the talented Lu."

The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows, "The girl wants to buy his paintings?"

Bo Ruoyou smiled gently: "I don't want to buy it, but I want to see his paintings and poems. People often say what they say, and it's the same when they want to come to paintings..."

The shopkeeper had suspected that Lu Wenhe had something to do with the girl they were inquiring about, and now he was even more sure. For a while, he was a little afraid of getting into trouble.

Bo Ruoyou promised that the shopkeeper asked Bo Ruoyou to wait a while.

The shopkeeper entered the interior room for a moment, and soon took out a stack of poems and two paintings from the inside. "These are all imitations. They were made by three people. Lu Caizi’s genuine products are selling well, but others are still there. This imitation. It's not as good as ancient paintings, the young lady should know that in this industry, the longer the time, the more famous things are, the more valuable they are. These imitations, that is, those who like Lu Caizi but don’t have the money to buy authentic ones, can cost at most ten taels of silver. ."

Bo Ruoyou flipped through the collection of poems at will, and saw that most of Lu Wenhe’s poems were exquisite in meaning, bold and unrestrained, his words were beautiful, the intention was lofty, there were fresh and elegant works of scenery and chanting, and there were also works of compassion and compassion. Even Bo Ruoyou was not good at poems, and he couldn't help being attracted by Lu Wenhe's literary talent.

His life is not ugly, even quite beautiful, but it does not look very outstanding. The boldness and magnanimity in his poems are not shown between his eyebrows and his eyes, and people are also less arrogant. At first glance, even The person who can write these poems with surprise is so generous, but Bo Ruoyou is somewhat relieved when he thinks of Lu Wenhe's background.

It is also considered a family, but the family has fallen in the middle of the family, and has to sell poetry, writings and paintings to make a living, just like Wei Ling mentioned that he would buy his paintings and calligraphy at no cost. He is not only unhappy, but also angry. Such a person may only be interested in Hidden in his heart, not daring to show it to his face, Bo Ruoyou sighed a little, flipping through it, but suddenly saw a homesick and nostalgic poem.

"Chu Ling crosses the clouds... Chu Ling, is Lu Caizi from Chuzhou?"

Bo Ruoyou asked, but the shopkeeper smiled bitterly for a moment, "This little man didn't know it. He said it was Lu Jijiu's nephew, and Xu is in Chuzhou?"

Bo Ruo quietly nodded, then went to look at the other poems. After seeing the time of a stick of incense, he was able to put together the poems. These collections of poems are all the same set, but the copywriters are different. Still distinguishing the pros and cons, Bo Ruoyou looked at it and took out the last book, "This book is very well written."

Bo Ruoyou flipped through the rubbings of the former book sage that Wei Ling bought, and naturally knew how sharp the calligraphy was. Her heart moved slightly, and she actually planned to buy this book of poems. When she paid the money, the shopkeeper laughed and said: "Miss has a good eye. This book of poems was written by the person you met, and he will imitate several characters, and each of them is very good."

The shopkeeper seemed to show his insight to recognize people, and said: "He is a master of anti-painting. From painting, to inscriptions, to seals, to mounting, there is nothing he can't do. He is really an all-rounder, so the villain values As for him, when he brought the first painting over and asked the villain to help sell it, the villain knew that he was great, and at that time he paid a higher price than he expected."

Bo Ruo was slightly surprised. She just wanted to buy a book of poems to understand Lu Wenhe, but she didn't want to have a relationship with the copyist of the book just now. It is really fate, "The shopkeeper is also his Bole."

Speaking of Bo Ruoyou pointing to the two paintings, the shopkeeper unfolded the scrolls, "One was seen by the lady and the adult in the morning, and the other was an earlier copy. It was badly done and has not been sold. ."

The second scroll opened, and Bo Ruoyou really saw that the few strokes in the lower right corner had not been cleaned up, and even she could see the flaws. Others who knew how to paint were naturally more eye-catching. The shopkeeper pointed to the painting and said: "Although the painting is flawed , But the young lady should be able to see that the talented artist Lu has quite a style in his paintings. You can see from his composition and writing--"

Bo Ruoyou seemed to understand but not understand, and then asked, "Can he draw people?"

The shopkeeper nodded, "Draw, of course -"

Bo Ruoyou's eyes were gleaming, but the shopkeeper said: "He paints goddesses very well, but ordinary ladies and beautiful women are not very good."

This remark made Bo Ruoyou's eyes darken. If he really likes women in red dresses and cinnabar moles, it is impossible for a person who has devoted himself to poetry and writing to show the slightest clue, but Lu Wenhe does not paint beautiful pictures.

Nodded, Bo Ruoyou looked at the imitation of the painting, "Is this painting imitated by the young man just now?"

When I asked the shopkeeper, he laughed, "No, it's imitated by other people. He is arrogant and imitates other people's paintings, but not imitate Lu Caizi's paintings. Work."

Bo Ruoyou couldn't help raising his eyebrows. If he was really arrogant, why did he still explore Lu Wenhe's collection of poems?

Thinking like this in his heart, it would be a bit rude to say it, Bo Ruo smiled faintly without saying a word, holding the collection of poems, but felt some gains. Seeing that it was getting dark, he said goodbye to his boss, so that he didn't have to talk to Lu Wenhe. In this matter, the boss is afraid of getting into trouble, so naturally he is too busy to respond.

Bo Ruoyou left the painting and calligraphy hall, first passed two alleys to the Yuxi River, and then asked people to go to the waste dyeing workshop upstream. Before reaching the dyeing workshop, the night had fallen completely, and the way she came was all remote. , Bo Ruoyou was thinking, it was almost dark when Wei Ling came, how could she dare to walk alone in such a remote place?

Unless she is accompanied by someone she trusts, or she has a reason to come even if she is afraid.

The Yuxi River is gurgling, and the dyeing workshop is located on the beach. The wooden door of the outer courtyard has long been damaged. It is now wide open. Standing outside the door, you can see the wooden racks for drying cloth in the courtyard, but most of them fell to the ground. , Outside the courtyard wall are a few large dye vats, the mixed dye inside exudes a rancid smell, and on the gentle **** of the river beach, a section of the dye vat is particularly stained by the dye, which is dilapidated and dirty. And the surrounding houses are a little apart, and coupled with the sound of running water, I'm afraid that even if Wei Ling called for help at that time, no one would hear it.

Bo Ruoyou looked into the yard with the dim light cast from a distance. He could see clearly in front of him, but the deeper part of the yard was dark. When Bo Ruoyou was a little nervous, he suddenly saw a shadow in the distance. Flashing past, her expression changed, "Who is there?"

As soon as Uncle Liang heard this, he immediately stepped forward, "Is there anyone in the yard?"

There was a thin layer of sweat on Bo Ruoyou's palm, but at this moment, a cat came out of the yard. It was a dark wild cat. The black cat ran towards a hole in the wall beside the yard door, drilling After exiting the hole in the wall, she actually glanced at Bo Ruoyou spiritually. It was a pair of green cat eyes, facing the dim light in the distance, the ghost eyes generally made Bo Ruoyou's heart tremble.

"Miss, don't be afraid, it's a cat." Liangshu comforted her.

Bo Ruoyou breathed a sigh of relief, "It's common for cats to come here." Looking around, Bo Ruoyou said, "It's getting late. Go back. The foster father should be worried."

Riding in the carriage, Bo Ruoyou and Liangshu went home together.

This night Bo Ruoyou was a little disturbed in his sleep, and he had another nightmare. In the dream, the cat's eyes became human eyes, and the green light flashed, looking at her bloody. She blinked, but the double eyes changed again. She smiled, but the smile was cruel and vicious, and Bo Ruoyou was scared to wake up.

The sky was not bright yet, and Bo Ruoyou was a little uneasy after she got up. She was scared when she first started the autopsy, but she hasn't been like this for a long time. Could it be that she almost fell into the river yesterday and was frightened?

Bo Ruoyou caressed his heart, and for a moment he thought that Huo Weilou had rescued him again, and followed Huo Weilou, as if all her dangers would be resolved by him, and it would be light to say that he was her nobleman.

Yesterday, Huo Weilou did not say that she was going to the Hou Mansion today, so she went to the Yamen first, and just got out of the carriage outside the Yamen, but heard a galloping horseshoe, she turned around and saw that Ning Xiao was coming.

Ning Xiao was also a little surprised when she saw her, as if she didn't expect her to be so early.

"Deputy Commander." Bo Ruoyoufu blessed the body.

Ning Xiao waved his hand, "You don't have to be polite to me."

After talking, there were a few weird flashes between Ning Xiao’s eyebrows, and he didn’t say much to go into the yamen. He said as he walked: "I have sent people to the Feng and Li houses. Bring Miss Li and Feng’s maidservants to ask. talk."

Bo Ruoyouxindao embroidered clothes really made the case tough. If you let the office chase come, you would have to spend a lot of work and waited for two sticks of incense in the back hall. Miss Li Jia was invited first.

Miss Li's name is Yuluo. When she walked in, she was supported by her maid, coughing while holding a kerchief. Her small face was pale, and her morbid state was not fake, but she was a little panic in her eyes. In the hall, there is a kind of exceptionally sick and weak I see pity.

Ning Xiao asked Bo Ruoyou to question, and Bo Ruoyou said straight to the point: "Miss Li, do you still remember that you and Miss Feng went on a boat day on the painting boat last year and autumn, and then Miss Feng fell into the lake that day?"

Li Yuluo was a little surprised when she saw Bo Ruoyou entering the door. She didn't expect that there would be a girl's hall in the government to ask. Now she heard this and her face was even more surprised. She didn't expect them to know about it. Li Yuluo coughed. : "Remember, that time was a bit thrilling, because this Wordan had a minor illness."

"After she fell into the lake, you stayed with her to change clothes on the boat, right?"

Li Yuluo nodded, "Yes, there is me."

As soon as he said this, Bo Ruoyou couldn't help raising his brows, "How do you say this? Is there anyone besides you?"

Li Yuluo nodded, "There is one other person besides me. I am a good friend who has known Wodan for many years. She fell in the lake. We were not worried, so we stayed on the boat to accompany her."

The Huafang shopkeeper had never mentioned this point. The Huafang shopkeeper only remembered Li Yuluo.

"What's her name? Where does she live?" Bo Ruoyou asked hurriedly.

Li Yuluo frowned slightly, "What do you want to do? Do you want to ask her what happened that day?"

Bo Ruoyou sternly said: "If it is necessary, I have to ask."

Li Yuluo sighed, "You can't ask her anymore."

Bo Ruoyou was a little puzzled, Li Yuluo's eyes darkened, "Just a month and a half ago, she passed away..."

"Died?" Now even Ning Xiao was surprised.

Li Yuluo wiped the corners of her eyes, "Yes, she has been in poor health since she was a child and suffered from asthma. It is very difficult in the winter. This time she only survived the New Year. She is the daughter of the staff member Wai Lang Xu."

"Xu Kang is the daughter?" Ning Xiao asked.

Li Yuluo nodded, her face was sad again. Feng Wodan and the Xu family were both her friends, but they died within two months. It is no wonder that she can't afford to be ill at all.

Bo Ruoyou's heart also gave birth to a bit of sorrow. "We asked the shopkeeper on the painting boat. He only remembered that you stayed on the boat to take care of Ms. Feng and didn't mention Ms. Xu, so we didn't know."

Li Yuluo wiped the corners of her eyes, "Shu'er is not in good health, and she doesn't have much time to go to the poetry club. I want to be here because of the shopkeeper's not deep impression, but she and Wodan are also good friends. Both of them are happy with bright colors. She also likes rouge jewelry and other women’s things. She sees that Wodan is in good health and can read books and calligraphy like a man, and she is also very envious. Wodan’s powder business always gives us small things. Okay, but I don't want her two to die one after another..."

Li Yuluo's eyes were red, but Bo Ruoyou keenly caught a few keywords, "You said that she both like bright colors?"

Li Yuluo raised her eyes to look at Bo Ruoyou, and Bo Ruoyou asked again, "Ms. Xu also likes the red dress?"

Li Yuluo was stunned and nodded, "Yes, what's wrong?"

When Wu Xiang went to ask her, he obviously didn't reveal too much. Bo Ruoyou only hoped that he was a soldier at the moment. She asked again, "Can Miss Xu also have cinnabar moles on her body?"

Li Yuluo glanced at Ning Xiao, and said awkwardly: "Yes...There is...Why do you always ask about this? I also asked about this when I asked about Wodan the other day."

Bo Ruoyou looked complicated, and Ning Xiao had already stood up. At this moment, Bo Ruoyou whispered the word "Xu" as if thinking of something. She asked Li Yuluo, "When did Miss Xu be buried out of the city?"

Li Yuluo was a little inexplicable, but still honestly said: "After she passed away from illness, she stayed at home for many days. The funeral was on the fifth day of February."

On the fifth day of February, it was the day she returned to Beijing.

Bo Ruoyou's eyes changed, as if he had seen the sadness of the funeral procession slowly walking out of the city gate under the afterglow, and when he glanced at the small characters that weren't really true, he seemed to be alive at the moment. Generally, she jumped into Bo Ruoyou's eyes coldly and horribly, and she asked in a difficult voice: "Miss Xu, is her name Xu Wanshu?"