The Delicate Lady Coroner

Bo Ruoyou was stunned.

Bo Yixian, who was just the right talent, looked at her twice, but there weren't many waves in her heart. After all, she had guessed the identity of Bo Yixian last time, but she didn't want Huo Weilou to have this idea.

Seeing the scene of Shicai, she could almost guess the thoughts of the old lady of Bofu and Bo Yixian, even if they all thought that Huo Weilou had a lot to do with her.

Huo Weilou said to support her.

Wu Zhaohou, who has the right to be in the hands of the opposition, is supporting her, what else can she fear in the capital?

She had known to avoid suspicion in the morning, but at this moment, she felt the warmth slipping through her heart, and the tip of her nose was slightly sour.

Huo Weilou felt sorry for her since seeing her doing an autopsy on the mountain, and only then met Miss Bo Jia. She saw that she was beautifully dressed and decorated in gold and jade. Although Bo Ruoyou did not complain, his heart was a little bit uneven, and he got into the carriage. At that time, he did not hold back for a while, "It wasn't because of who was there that Benhou wanted to do it so he did it."

Bo Ruoyou was a little moved. Cheng Yunzhi said that with her identity, Bo can't recognize her. Although she is not self-conscious, she understands that what Cheng Yunzhi said is right, and even she understands the truth, Huo. Wei Lou naturally understands it better. Today, in front of Bo Yixian, in front of the old lady of the Bo’s House, Huo Weilou is to let them know that even if she is just a little girl, she is also a person whom Wu Zhaohou values, and none of them can. Underestimate her.

Bo Ruoyou's voice was slightly hoarse, "Thank you Lord Hou."

Huo Weilou raised her lips slightly, "Is it so touched?"

Bo Ruoyou nodded, and said sincerely: "Since I was young, no one except foster fathers and mothers has treated the people's daughters as well as Lord Hou." After a slight pause, Bo Ruoyou said worriedly: " It’s just that... Master Hou’s treatment of civilian girls like this, I’m afraid it will ruin Master Hou’s reputation."

The corners of Huo Weilou's lips smiled, and he was a little helpless, "Why, you are not afraid that others think that you rely on coloring to be a errand in front of Benhou?"

Bo Ruoyou shook his head again, "Master Hou treats the people's girls with good intentions, and the people's girls' post-mortem techniques are not bad, nor are they really afraid of such rumors."

Huo Weilou looked at her with a headache. He squinted his eyes and said: "What is the reputation of being not close to women? I am a man. Isn't he really going to be a monk and become a monk?"

Hearing this, Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but think of what Huo Qinghong said last time. She looked at Huo Weilou longingly, "Yes, Lord Hou always wants to marry a wife."

Huo Weilou was almost about to laugh at her, and Bo Ruoyou mentioned this, only to feel a little overstepped, so he never said it down, and somehow she felt a little bit uncomfortable in her heart, she quickly said again: "In any case, Lord Hou Treating the folk girls so sympathetically, the folk girls will not repay them, but unfortunately the folk girls can only do an autopsy, and can't help the Lord Hou before and after--"

Huo Weilou helped his forehead, "Do you really want to be a subordinate of this lord?"

Upon hearing this, Bo Ruoyou asked, "Master Hou is willing to let a woman be a subordinate?"

Huo Weilou grinned back and stared at her again, as if trying to look through her eyes to see what was thinking in her mind, Bo Ruoyou was leaned back by his awe-inspiring appearance, and muttered helplessly. : "Look, you don't like women as bad. If it weren't for the murder case now, I'm afraid there won't be any women around you."

Huo Weilou wanted to refute her, thinking about it, and feeling that what she said was the truth. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He never imagined that his reputation for being less than feminine would one day make him such a dilemma.

But soon, he raised his eyes and looked at Bo Ruoyou. Although everyone knows that he is not like a woman, it is normal for Bo Ruoyou to think about it, but he treats her differently. Besides being moved, she is not Half of your mind?

Seeing his gloomy eyes, Bo Ruoyou's back was tightly pressed against the car wall, a little nervous, Huo Weilou suddenly asked: "You were born in Qingzhou after you were five years old. Apart from your foster father and mother, there are people close to you. Can there be other friends"

Huo Weilou wanted to ask if he had a close relationship with a man, but he found it to be too straightforward. That's why he asked.

Bo Ruoyou shook his head, "No."

This made Huo Weilou a little surprised, and he was secretly relieved, "You have been in Qingshan County for ten years, so you have no other friends?"

Bo Ruoyou smiled bitterly when he heard the words, "When I was young, my neighbors were older brothers and sisters of the same age, but the foster fathers and mothers did not allow the people to have fun with them. Later, when the people were older, they would have less friendship with others. ."

Huo Weilou's brows frowned when he heard it. He was considered an old governor and a diligent man since he was a child. But even so, there were many close friends when he was young, and Cheng Yunzhi and his wife were very fond of her, so how could he not allow her to make friends.

Seeing that Huo Weilou had some accidents, Bo Ruoyou explained: "The story of the people and daughters is not clear at that time. Most of the adoptive fathers and mothers were afraid of accidents to the people and daughters." At this point, Bo Ruoyou said: "Hou Ye has What I don’t know is that when the girls were young, they were tested by a spectator, saying that the girls are fateful and may not live to be eighteen years old. Perhaps because of this, the adoptive fathers and mothers took special care of the girls."

"It's nonsense." Huo Weilou scolded softly, "If there were such a Taoist priest in the world, there would be no surprises. Who invited the Taoist priest? Is it your elder of the Bo family?"

Bo Ruoyou nodded, "It should be."

"His heart can be condemned." Huo Weilou scolded again, "You were young, they treated you like this, you should be serious and vicious and don't care about feelings."

Bo Ruoyou laughed, and Huo Weilou's sword eyebrows twisted, "You are still smiling—"

Bo Ruoyou hurriedly said, "The girl is very happy to help the girl."

Huo Weilou shook her head, with a look of helplessness on her face, and felt that her mind about men and women was purely because she had never made friends since she was a child, thinking that it was a nonsense that caused her to miss the opportunity to make friends, and her heart turned to Bo. Two points of anger have been borne.

While the two were talking, the carriage had entered Lanzheng Fang. Bo Ruoyou lifted the curtain and looked at it. Seeing that it was getting late, he said worriedly: "I don't know if I can find clues on those pieces of paper--"

This remark also made Huo Wei Building a little uncertain. When the carriage stopped at the Hou Mansion, they immediately took the collected papers into the Hou Mansion. When they arrived at the main courtyard, Bo Ruoyou opened the baggage and saw only the snow flakes. It was like a pile, and many of them were stained with mud from the pyre. Thin Ruoyou rolled up his sleeves and said, "It's not early, so I have to put it together soon."

Seeing that she was more anxious than anyone else, Huo Weilou shook his head so that father-in-law Fu and two embroidered clothes ambassadors were nearby to assist.

Pour the piece of paper on the table, thin Ruoyou finds new rice paper and pen and ink. If it can be pieced together, he will piece it together. If it can’t pieced together, he will only transcribe the recognizable words. After half an hour passed, night fell outside, and candles were lit inside and outside the Hou Mansion, and the pieces of paper had only been sorted out.

Bo Ruoyou wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced outwards. Father Fu asked hurriedly, "But do you want to go home?"

At this time, it was extremely trivial work, and only Bo Ruoyou had read many copybooks written by Wei Ling, and was able to recognize her handwriting best. Although it could be handed over to the embroiderer, she was a little worried, and Bo Ruoyou said in a casual way: " Maybe the troubled father-in-law sent someone to my house to pass a message, saying that I would go back later today so that my foster father would know that I was in the Hou Mansion."

Father Fu naturally had nothing to do with him, and soon he sent someone to Changxingfang to spread the word. After a short while, Ning Xiao returned from Xu's family.

As soon as he entered the hall door, he saw Bo Ruoyou busy in the pile of shredded paper. He raised his brows. Huo Weilou got the report and had come out of the study. He said: "How? Just report it here."

Ning Xiao said: "The handmaid found it and asked her. She said that the reason why Xu Wanshu went to the West Market was because there was a shop selling cakes near that alley. It was when Xu Wanshu's biological mother was still there, she often took her there. It is also said that the marriage that Mrs. Xu made for her is a nephew of Mrs. Xu. The nephew is a merchant's family, but he looks ugly and likes wine. Xu Wanshu was very dissatisfied after learning about it. Only then quarreled with Master Xu and left home."

"On that day, Xu Wanshu had an accident. The maidservant and the two Xu’s small servants who went out to find someone first came to the nunnery. At that time, they saw that Xu Wanshu’s death was weird. Although the beam was broken, it was not a new one. But Mrs. Xu went, and Mrs. Xu said that she hanged herself, and was afraid that they were talking nonsense, so they sent them away."

"The maid also said that Xu Wanshu did not go out of the door on weekdays, and went to Lingxiao Poetry Club once in a few months. Either Mrs. Xu would not allow her to go out, or she was weak. Preferences are also poetry scripts. Because they are often banned, she loves legendary scripts the most. Regarding these, Mrs. Xu doesn't care much. She asks her maidservants to buy new scripts almost every half month. ."

"Subordinates asked carefully, Chongwen Library, and the two bookstores in West Market, they both frequented it often, and even a bookstore in West Market named'Wu Ya' would send a new book to Xu's family."

When Bo Ruoyou heard this, he raised his head from the rice paper, Lingxiao Poetry Club, and also a bookstore, which fits her inference again. At this time, Ning Xiao said again: "In Xu Wan The night Shu ran out of the house, Wuya Bookstore sent a new notebook, but Xu Wanshu had no chance to read it."

Huo Weilou frowned, "She left home that night, and even the Xu family didn't know where she had gone. How did the murderer know about it? Go to the bookstores to ask?"

Ning Xiao nodded, "I have already sent someone to this Wuya Bookstore. I said that when it was just dark that day, I saw Miss Xu Jia. At that time, I was very surprised. The talking book had been sent to Xu Jia. Why is she He also came to the shop in person. Xu Wanshu learned that the script had been delivered, so he left without buying anything. The subordinates of the pastry shop also went to inquire about it. The shopkeeper can't remember what happened a month ago. ."

Suddenly Bo Ruoyou thought of the dirt in the wooden box. Could it be the crumbs of cakes?

Ning Xiao said again: "The subordinates were also very suspicious of the calligraphy and painting shop, but that night, almost everyone had witnesses to testify, including the person who gave the script, someone was walking with him."

Huo Weilou thought for a moment with a sullen face, "Is there any doubt that the maidservant takes care of her every day?"

Ning Xiao said: "She suspected Madam Xu, saying that Madam Xu treated Xu Wanshu very harshly and repeatedly cursed her for having died early..."

Huo Weilou shook his head without hesitation, "Impossible. If Mrs. Xu wants her to die, she will not want to marry her nephew. When the Xu family marries their daughter, they will surely have a rich dowry. Then the merchant's family married an official daughter. With light on her face, Mrs. Xu will only want to let Xu Wanshu use her best. Killing her will do nothing but harm."

Ning Xiao should be, "The maid thought was too simple. She said that when she went to the nunnery that day, the rope on which Xu Wanshu died when Nale died was still on the ground. Later, she was taken away by Xu's family, and she wore it before burning Xu Wanshu's death. When his clothes were burned together."

Huo Weilou frowned, and Ning Xiao said again: "According to her description, the rope is not thick hemp rope used by ordinary craftsmen, but very thin. Although it is made of cotton and linen, it gives people a sense of fineness inexplicably. It's used to lift things or tie heavy things."

Huo Weilou looked at Bo Ruoyou, and Bo Ruoyou also looked at him at this time. The two of them looked at each other. Huo Wei said in the corridor: "It seems that you have some truth, since it is a special rope, maybe it is a murderer. There are relationships."

Thinking of what the carriage said on the return journey, Huo Wei said: "Bundled paper? Booklet? Or picture scroll?"

Ning Xiao's eyes lit up slightly, "It does exactly what the maid said."

Huo Weilou looked at Bo Ruoyou, "It seems that it has a lot to do with Lu Wenhe."

Many small characters have been excerpted on the rice paper in front of Bo Ruoyou, but at most they can be connected into phrases, but it is difficult to make a sentence. Bo Ruoyou hurriedly said: "Before dawn, the girl will finish all the words on the golden paper."

The sprinkled paper was torn too finely by Wei Ling, and months of shredded paper accumulated together, except for the dirty and difficult to be burned, the rest wanted to piece together a whole sprinkled paper, almost nothing Possibly, so Bo Ruo abandoned this idea, and later only copied the words that he identified. Everyone has their own habit of writing, and if he can find some unusual words and sentences, he can probably know what Wei Ling wrote.

Huo Weilou nodded, and here Xiang Ningxiao said again: "The yamen came and said that the maidservant Feng did mention that Feng Wodan and the young master of the Li family often met, but Feng Wodan kept it secret, and she didn't even know her. The young lady and the young master of the Li family exchange information. In addition, the people who went to the silk shop in the West Market found the silk shop where Feng Wodan bought clothes when Feng Wodan fell to the lake last year. At that time, a set of clothes was ready, but the guests just didn’t want them. , He was bought by the shopkeeper of Huafang. At that time, the little servant of the silk shop sent the clothes to Huafang."

Huo Weilou listened with a deep gaze, "No, it was a girl who gave the clothes, not a servant."

Ning Xiao also looked sad when he heard the words, "It is indeed the little servant. The shopkeeper also called out the little servant who gave clothes at that time, because they only had embroidered women in their shop, and the runners were all men. Urgently, after they found the clothes, they found this young man and ran to deliver the clothes. Later, the young man arrived at the painting boat, gave the clothes to the person on the painting boat, and left."

"Who did he remember?"

Ning Xiao said that his face sank at this point, "He said it was handed over to the maidservant on the ship, and also said that the maidservant on the ship was waiting on the pier."

Bo Ruoyou was still writing, and at the moment she couldn't help but raised her eyes. Li Yuluo said that the girl who gave the clothes was the girl from the satin shop, but the girl who gave the clothes was the little boy. The little boy who gave the clothes said that he gave it to the ship The maidservant, but the shopkeeper and Li Yuluo both said that there was no maidservant on board.

Huo Weilou said in a cold voice, "Out of thin air, there is an extra person who pretends to be a maidservant in the painting boat, and on the painting boat, Li Yuluo and the others think she is a satin shop."

This remark made Bo Ruoyou's back inexplicably cold. This person was so weird, but at the time everyone saw her and didn't take it seriously!

There was a strong thought in Bo Ruoyou's mind, this person is the murderer!

Thinking that the murderer had been on the same boat with them six months ago, and seeing Feng Wodan changing his clothes behind the screen so close, Bo Ruoyou felt a little frustrated in his heart.

She couldn't help saying: "She got on the boat and found a cinnabar mole on Xu Wanshu's arm. Maybe she also saw a cinnabar mole on Feng Wodan's body. This person is most likely the murderer..."

At this point, she hesitated again, "But at the time Feng Wodan changed clothes behind the screen." She looked at Huo Wei Building, "Master Hou should remember that we have been to that boat house. There is indeed one on the northeast corner of the boat. A screen."

Huo Weilou was pacing in the hall. At this time, his gaze swept over a sword with a bright scabbard hanging on the northwest corner of the house, and the candle on the northeast corner opposite the sword was now reflected on the scabbard. His phoenix eyes sank, "Mirror."

A white light flashed in Bo Ruoyou's mind, and she instantly recalled: "There is a dressing table in the northwest corner of the room, and there is a mirror on the dressing table—"

Huo Weilou nodded, "If you stand on the east side, you can just see what is reflected in the mirror. The door of the house opens on the southeast corner. It is impossible for the person giving clothes to stand deep in the house. Most of them are near the door. Standing in the direction, he is very likely to see Feng Wodan changing his clothes through the mirror."

Bo Ruoyou's breathing was a little tight, she never expected that she had caught the clues of the murderer in such a situation.

For many days, although some clues have been found, apart from the scene of the crime, it is not certain that the murderer has appeared elsewhere, but now he has discovered such an important link. Bo Ruo quietly looked at Ning Xiao, "Deputy Commander Can you ask what the maid looks like?"

"I asked." Ning Xiao nodded, "but the little servant said, that maidservant is very ordinary. He was in a hurry at the time, and it was late again. Only from the lights around, she remembered that she was wearing a common pink coarse cloth skirt. I can’t remember the opposite. The subordinates suspected that she had been eyeing the people of the poetry club, so she wandered around the painting boat, or simply wanted to spy on the women’s dressing."

Very common, Li Yuluo also said this.

The murderer was a young woman who looked so unrememberable...

This person's face is blurred, and now even the people who have met her have no impression of her. She is so common that she may be everyone who passed you on the street. Thinking of this, Bo Ruoyou feels terrible. , And feel distressed.

And she never thought that the murderer was a woman.

Seeing that Huo Weilou and Bo Ruoyou were both meditating and silent, he gave another bad news, "Chunfenglou also went to ask, the day before Feng Wodan's accident, Li Xiuwen did send someone to leave a message, but the treasurer said There were many literati who came in and out that day, and no one specifically asked Li Xiuwen about it."

The murderer once appeared in Huafang, but it was a wild goose crossing Wuhen. Bo Ruoyouxiu frowned and tightened her eyebrows. After a while, she concentrated her eyes and waved this thought out of her mind. There were not enough clues, and her dreams were in vain.

Huo Weilou also said: "Go to Huafang again. This person just happened to have an accident with Huafang. Maybe he had something to do with Huafang. Even if he is not a servant on the painting, he knows what the situation is on the Huafang. They often entertain guests, and there is also the Lingxiao Poetry Club. You can start with nearby restaurants, calligraphy and painting halls, and scores that sell pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Chunfeng Tower has a lot of people coming and going. Although it is not certain, it has something to do with literati." After Huo Weilou said this, he looked at the pile of shredded paper in front of Bo Ruoyou. Lu Wenhe is related.

When her eyes were wrong, she saw that Bo Ruoyou, who was still struggling with no results, had concentrated on discerning the words written by Wei Ling at the moment. The quiet lamp next to the desk reflected her picturesque eyebrows, plus her calm appearance, instantaneously It also made his upset heart certain.

It's amazing, it was always he who calmed down other people's hearts, but now, some people have come to calm his heart.

Huo Weilou looked at it, his eyes were glued to Bo Ruoyou, and Ning Xiao answered Huo Weilou's words, but when he saw that he didn't say any more, when he fixed his eyes, his brows wrinkled.

He has been with Huo Weilou for many years. He has never seen such a look like Huo Weilou. His soft brows and eyes have made his somewhat cold facial features soften a bit. Ning Xiao wants to speak but stops, showing that Bo Ruoyou is buried in pain. As it was written, he left without saying a word.

The lights in the hall were dim and bright, and Bo Ruoyou's writing was sweaty. Although Wei Ling wrote a lot, occasionally even into sentences, which looked like letters, but never saw her write any titles, as if this letter was only for himself. Write, and never send.

Bo Ruoyou was a little worried. After writing a few large sheets of paper, her pen suddenly became stagnant. She picked up the shredded piece of paper and carefully distinguished it through the light. Soon, her eyes brightened, "Ho! found it!"

Huo Wei Building walked out of the inner room, Ning Xiao also walked in from the outside, Bo Ruoyou handed over the shredded paper, "Master Hou, this is Lu Wenhe's elegant title. On top of his poems and paintings, these two characters are often used as signatures."

That's the word "Ming Yi". Bo Ruoyou has seen Lu Wenhe's paintings and Lu Wenhe's poems. No one knows Lu Wenhe's elegant title better than her. Bo Ruoyou said again, "Now there are enough words excerpted. , Minnv also found a little weirdness. Among Wei Ling’s letters, the word “Yulu” was the most commonly used, and it was self-proclaimed. On the contrary, she praised others a lot, and she didn’t see obvious names throughout the article. It was deliberate. So far, the two characters have revealed some clues, and they are even more weird. When the people girl puts them together, I want to see more clues—"

Huo Weilou looked at her, "Look slowly, with just these two words, you can bring Lu Wenhe back for interrogation."

He turned around and told Ning Xiao, "Go and get Lu Wenhe. Today, I didn't invite this talented man into the mansion."

Ning Xiao responded, Huo Weilou's fingertips pinched the scrap of paper, and when she turned around, she saw Bo Ruoyou buried her head again, she muttered something in her mouth, and began to compose words and sentences.

Huo Weilou looked at her and suddenly called her, "Bo Ruoyou——"

"Huh?" She raised her eyes subconsciously.

Huo Weilou leaned forward and brushed her forehead briskly. He gestured to her to show her, only to see her sweaty on his rough knuckles, and he said, "Take a rest and do it again. ."

These words were unusual, but Bo Ruoyou didn't know what to do, his face turned red.