The Delicate Lady Coroner

Ming Guilan arrived very quickly. When the sound of the wheelchair turning fell into the hall, Bo Ruoyou looked up suspiciously. At this sight, she saw that Ming Guilan was here. She stood up in surprise, "Ming son ?"

Ming Guilan was very surprised when she saw her, "Boy girl, why are you here?"

Huo Weilou heard the movement and came out of the study, and said concisely: "She is now doing work in the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion." After that, he walked to the side hall and said, "The person you are watching is not here, you come with me."

The attendant pushed Ming Guilan to the side hall, and Bo Ruoyou blinked and followed.

In the penthouse, Lu Wenhe curled up on a low couch, trembling all over. He heard the sound and looked over slowly, but he didn't seem to recognize the person. The whole person was dumbfounded, and Ming Guilan frowned, "How come back? thing?"

Only throwing people in the penthouse is obviously not a guest, but it must be a very important person who made him come in the middle of the night.

Huo Weilou said in a cold voice: "It's the suspect. There are several important joints that have not been tried, but the man went crazy first. If he is cured, I still have something to ask."

Ming Guilan appeared in a daze, and he stepped forward to ask for his pulse.

Bo Ruoyou stood not far away looking suspiciously, and couldn't help asking Father Fu on the side, "What's the matter?"

Father Fu seemed to smile for a moment, "This talented scholar, when asked about his relationship with the second lady of the Bofu Palace, did not have such a fear, but after being revealed that his poems were written for others, he became like this. Like that."

Bo Ruoyou understood that what Lu Wenhe feared the most was not being private with Wei Ling, but that he was actually not that talented.

At this point, Bo Ruoyou's heart shuddered, "Really write his poems for others?"

Father Fu nodded and said: "He also drew a painting, which seems to be the second Miss Bofu's undressing, and it should be the cinnabar mole on Miss Second's body."

Bo Ruoyou was surprised, "The murderer has seen this painting!"

Father Fu should be, "So Lord Hou has already sent someone to search, and the interrogation was going to continue, but Lu Wenhe became like this, so he had to invite Young Master Ming over overnight."

It was already late at night, Father Fu couldn't help but said, "Youyou, are you going to sleep for a while?"

Before Bo Ruoyou answered, Huo Weilou also walked over, without asking Bo Ruoyou, he directly told Father Fu, "Take her to rest."

Bo Ruoyou stopped talking, but Huo Weilou looked at her unquestionably. Father Fu smiled and pulled her arm, "Okay, you don't need you here, go and rest."

Bo Ruoyou only then blessed Fushen and left with Father Fu.

Ming Guilan was skilled in medicine, prescribed prescriptions, and used acupuncture and moxibustion. An hour later, Lu Wenhe had woke up leisurely and regained his sanity. Seeing Huo Wei Tower and the embroidered clothes ambassadors all over the room, his face was still It was frightening. Before Huo Weilou could question, he started crying first.

"I never wanted to harm Wei Ling. I don't know why she was killed. I don't know..."

He was huddled in one place, panting like a dying person. Huo Weilou stared at him and said, "Who has seen Wei Ling's paintings you painted?"

Lu Wenhe's crying face was full of tears, and he shook his head and said, "No one has seen it. I dare not take that painting home. It is all in the library. I don’t often see people in my library, so how can anyone see it? ?"

"It's not often that people come...it means someone has been there, who is it?"

Lu Wenhe's eyelids twitched, "It's... a few students who ghosted me..."

After saying this, he struggled to get up, got down on the bed and knelt on the ground, then raised his eyes and looked at Huo Weilou pleadingly, "Master Hou, please master Hou, this matter... this matter has nothing to do with the case, please Lord Hou don't want to tell others..."

Huo Weilou sneered, "Don't tell others, so that you can use that gifted name to make money and deceive other women?"

Lu Wenhe's face was full of desperate tears, but Huo Weilou was fascinating, "Write down the names, ages, and addresses of the students one by one, and don't miss them."

Lu Wenhe tremblingly picked up his pen to write. When he finished writing, Huo Weilou saw that they were all men. He frowned and asked, "Have a woman been to your bookstore?"

Lu Wenhe immediately shook his head, "Never... Never..."

This made Huo Weilou frowned. The income from the painting boat, coupled with the silk shop's little servant, said that the person who appeared on the painting boat was a young woman, but when he arrived at Lu Wenhe's place, there had never been a young woman. pass.

Even if the woman was not the murderer, she deliberately got on the boat, but she also left for the purpose of voyeurism. Both her person and the murderer were cunning and sneaky people, at least they knew each other.

Huo Weilou retired and then retired the deduction. He took the list written by Lu Wenhe and went out. An embroidered clothes ambassador followed. He ordered: "Let Lu Wenhe shut down and go to the Jingzhaofu Yamen. These people will go after dawn. Visit."

The embroidered clothes ambassador left, and Father Fu came back. Huo Weilou looked over and said, "Don't worry, Lord Hou, everything is settled. It's time for you to go and rest."

Ming Guilan also followed, and heard the words: "What kind of case is this? I heard the Wei family, it is Wei Ling from the Boss House of Zhongqin?"

Huo Weilou nodded, "Second Miss Bofu was murdered. Three people died in this case."

Ming Guilan's face was slightly dark, and for a moment he glanced in the direction of Father Fu's arrival.

Father Fu smiled and said, "Not only did he work for him, but he also happened to help Master Hou."

This seems to be true, but it is teasing Huo Weilou. Huo Weilou shook his head and said, "It's late. Either you stay in the house overnight."

Ming Guilan smiled, "My carriage is just outside, no need, and it's not far away." After a slight pause, Ming Guilan said: "His Royal Highness has been a little bad these few days. Go over and see."

Huo Weilou's eyes lightened upon hearing this, and he nodded in response.

When Ming Guilan left, Duke Fu came back to wait for Huo Wei's building to rest. At dawn, Ning Xiao returned with the person searching for evidence. Before Huo Wei's tower got up, Bo Ruoyou woke up first. He just arrived at the main courtyard. Seeing that Ning Xiao brought back several boxes of books and pictures, waiting in the main hall.

Ning Xiao ran all night, and at the moment he was also tired. At this moment, seeing Bo Ruoyou staying in the mansion all night, his expression was a little strange.

"Deputy commander." Bo Ruoyou stepped forward and blessed the body. "These were all found from Lu Wenhe?"

Ning Xiao nodded, his face was cold, and Bo Ruoyou looked at him expectantly. He had to solemnly said: "Most of them were found in his wine shop and library, including paintings made for Wei Ling. , There are still some poems and picture scrolls that are obviously not from him. They are mostly painted by others, and they are used to copy for him, and then they are marked with his signature."

"Men's daughter might take a look?" Bo Ruoyou asked.

Ning Xiao frowned, then turned around and nodded impatiently. Bo Ruoyou only felt that Ning Xiao was dissatisfied with her. For a while, he was about to look through it, but Huo Wei Building walked out of the inner room.

Bo Ruoyou hurriedly got up and saluted, Huo Weilou waved his hand and looked straight into the cage, "How?"

Ning Xiao looked straight, said the words of the talent, and added: "The painting he talked about was found, and it was hidden in the cabinet in the study room. It is indeed not often seen by people on weekdays. In addition, there are some Uncommon painting books and other objects on the market belong to the Lu family. His parents knew that he was looking for someone to write on his behalf. Not only did he find someone to write poems, but he also asked someone to paint. The amount of silver gained from calligraphy, painting, poems and essays is also increasing, and the couple is not aware of it.

"According to Master Lu, Lu Wenhe was indeed smart since he was a child, but after he was ten years old, he was unable to study at his own level. In the exam, he learned some gossip about the question that year in advance, and he was right. Lu Wenhe himself understood that he was so guilty that he fell ill on the day of Chunwei. He did not go because of this disease, and since then, he has never taken a scientific examination."

"In a literary meeting three years ago, he copied for the first time a painting by a scholar who sold paintings. The painting was placed on consignment by the scholar in the calligraphy and painting hall. It was very cheap. After he bought it back home, he added a few fakes. No one knew at the literary meeting that he was a plagiarism. On the contrary, some people praised him for his lofty artistic conception. In addition, everyone knew that he was the nephew of Lu Jijiu, and he was regarded as a famous family. At that time, he paid a hundred taels of silver to buy Down."

"His fame began with that painting. Later, he found that every painting of the scholar was in line with his liking, so he went to buy the paintings of that person and copied them, and probably after selling two more paintings, that The scholar came to the door."

"The scholar is also a failed student. Although he is a good painter, he has no identity or reputation. Even his poetry and paintings cannot be sold at a price. The silver sold can be divided into 30%, and even if it is only 30%, it is more than the silver he sold for ten paintings."

"The scholar couldn't, so I had to agree. There are many literati in the capital, and many foreigners cannot find decent work after they are in the ranks. Lu Wenhe painted, and later this matter was learned by fellow scholars. That fellow was also a hard-working man, so he had his mind, especially when he wrote poems and essays, he was just an ordinary person with no name. , It’s hard to make your own poems shine in the literary meeting, so this person not only helped Lu Wenhe paint, but also helped him write poems—"

"Later, the first scholar left the capital. It was his fellow villager who helped Lu Wenhe to write for Lu Wenhe. After calculating, the money he used to write for Lu Wenhe was several times the amount he earned on a daily basis. He made ten paintings on weekdays. Within a month, maybe I can’t sell even one. Now it’s a safe business to ghost Lu Wenhe. Therefore, this person has helped Lu Wenhe a lot in the past two years."

Huo Weilou's brows frowned. The aristocratic circle of the capital likes to be arty, but there are not many truly talented scholars. This is why Lu Wenhe, such a cockroach and dog thief, is praised, but truly talented scholars are not cared about. .

"Last night Lu Wenhe had already confessed. Now, there are three other people who are ghostwriting poems and paintings for him, and they have all been to his bookstore. You can rest today and let others visit later."

Ning Xiao responded, and said: "The subordinates found several new paintings in his bookstore. They should have been used by others to let him choose. Pick one or two of them."

Huo Weilou frowned, "There are no students trying to expose him?"

Ning Xiao shook his head, "He gave the money and the benefits, coupled with the name of Lu Jijiu's nephew, these people with no identity and backs did not dare to provoke him easily. It has been heard that some people have seen that his later paintings are not from His own hand, but at that time he had a lot of supporters, no one believed it at all. On the contrary, the people who revealed it were blamed."

Ning Xiao pointed to the cage again. "In addition to the bookstore, I also found a few half-painted paintings by Lu Wenhe in Lu's family. His father said that Lu Wenhe would normally not let those people go to their house. The wine shop is located in a remote place. , No one knew it was the Lu family's property. It is not unusual for him to see privately with a few ghostwriter students there."

After asking about the causes and consequences very clearly, Huo Weilou nodded and ordered Ning Xiao to go down and rest. Ning Xiao had been with him for many years, and naturally also stopped in the Hou Mansion. As soon as he left, Bo Ruoyou went to look at those calligraphy, paintings and poems. .

She soon found a picture of a half-dressed beauty.

The beauty wore a water red gauze. The gauze was half faded, revealing the thin shoulders and the cinnabar red mole on the heart, half of the round breast was exposed, and the bulging was faintly visible under the tulle. Half-folded on the couch, Mo Fawu pressed down like a waterfall, and her facial features on her face could vaguely see the similarities to Wei Ling's eyebrows.

Although this painting is not completely naked, it is really private and shameful. Bo Ruoyou suspiciously asked, "How did Wei Ling be so confused by him?"

Even if I admire Lu Wenhe, Wei Ling has been very good at etiquette since he was a child, so he can only meet in private. Such paintings are really out of the ordinary. Huo Weilou came up, looked at the paintings, and frowned: "Lu Wenhe will be a bit grueling. Fa, even if Wei Ling was on guard at the beginning, he was in control of him later, only thinking about how to make him happy."

Bo Ruoyou remembered what Wei Lingxin had written. The words were ambiguous and explicit, which was very different from the poems and books she usually studied, but she seemed to understand what Huo Weilou said, "Is Lu Wenhe coaxing her? Or forcing her?"

Huo Weilou pondered for a moment and said: "It's not just that simple. Wei Ling is innocent in nature and admires him. He sees this. From the beginning, he wants to control Wei Ling, which makes her feel inferior and cowardly, making her mind and body tied. He alone made her admire him so much that she was obedient to her, she no longer has her own likes or dislikes, and she has no will to speak of."

Huo Weilou sighed, "This torture method that breaks the mind is usually only used when interrogating suspects. Lu Wenhe is unsuspecting Wei Ling but he is unguarded, and it is almost impossible to escape. If Wei Ling is not killed, it will be the same in the future. Fall into the abyss."

Bo Ruoyou's back was cold, and she felt that it was nothing more than killing but not seeing blood. She glanced at the person in the painting, and felt compassion and distress for a while, rolled up the picture, and went to look at other books. When it came to something extraordinary, when she first opened it, she thought she was dazzled, closed the booklet and looked at it again. It turned out to be a two-person picture.

Her face was flushed suddenly, and the movement of closing the book was too loud, and Huo Weilou looked over in shock, "What?"

Bo Ruoyou shook her head. When Huo Weilou was about to reach out for the book, she took a step back and hid the book behind her. Huo Weilou raised her brows high, "What are you doing?"

"This... the booklet Houye doesn't need to read it."

Huo Weilou was a little dumbfounded, "Why don't I have to look at it?"

Bo Ruoyou was considered clever, and now he stammered, "Cause and cause are not important material evidence..."

Huo Weilou looked at her for a moment, "Fine, then don't look at it."

Bo Ruoyou heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly stuffed the booklet to the bottom of the cage. He picked up a few books that seemed to be collections of poems and flipped through them. On top of them were some lewd songs that were only sung in the land of fireworks. After reading a few more volumes of storytelling, there were also stories of talented men and beautiful women mixed with gorgeous words. Now she understood why Wei Ling would write those explicit words, and she hated Lu Wenhe even more for a while.

Huo Weilou was instructing people to visit a few ghostwriter students, but his eyes were filled with the red and white changes on Bo Ruoyou's face. He was a little amused. After the order was over, Bo Ruoyou accompany him to eat breakfast.

Today, Huo Wei Building had to enter the palace. After breakfast, Huo Wei Building left the house. Only Bo Ruoyou stayed in the house and waited for him to return. But Bo Ruoyou thought that he had not returned home last night, so as soon as he left the Huo Wei building, she left. Back home.

Father Fu had a headache seeing her appearance. The old iron tree was blooming, but what should this little iron tree do?

Bo Ruoyou went home to accompany Cheng Yunzhi for lunch, and then took out the handkerchief in the wooden box. The handkerchief was covered with the dirt taken from Xu Wanshu’s nails. Up to now, she has not taken care of it. Understand what this is.

Bo Ruoyou pulled one of Cheng Yun up to look. Cheng Yunzhi squinted his eyes for a while and said: "I have been soaked in corpse water for a long time. I can't see what it was originally, so I will wrap it in your towel and try it with vinegar. ."

After Bo Ruoyou listened to nature and did it, Cheng Yunzhi looked at her and said, "Did you stay in Wuzhaohou Mansion last night?"

Bo Ruo faintly nodded, "Yes, it's midnight after finishing packing up the exhibits, so I rested in the Hou Mansion."

Cheng Yunzhi said suspiciously: "It is said that Wu Zhaohou doesn't like women as errands, but now he treats you kindly, faintly...you..."

Bo Ruoyou was a little inexplicable, "What does the foster father want to say?"

Cheng Yunzhi hesitated for a few moments, before finally saying: "Wu Zhaohou has a high position. Although you are a errand with him, you can...but you have a good-looking life. He treats you like this now and feels a little worried for his father."

It took Bo Ruoyou a moment to understand what Cheng Yunzhi meant. She laughed out loud for a while, "Foster father, you are really worried, you know that your daughter is doing errands. At the time, the county magistrate Zhou didn’t let her daughter be a bad thing. But why did he like to ask his daughter to help? Later, Zhifu He also valued his daughter very much. Isn’t it because the daughter is safe? Hou Ye is no different from them, and it is true that Hou Ye is not close to female sex. You don’t know, daughter Gang On the day I entered the Hou Mansion, I heard a story—"

Bo Ruoyou talked about the strange anecdote and talked about how Huo Weilou kicked an unruly beautiful maidservant. She said, "Master Hou, you are not going to meet someone who is beautiful and loves jade. Worried about her daughter, there is no beauty in the eyes of Lord Hou. As long as the errands are done well and the rules and etiquette are known, whether men or women, they will all be pleasing to the eye."

Cheng Yunzhi heard this, and the doubts in his heart were dispelled. "It is extremely rare for him to have such a position at his age. Hearing from you, the rumors outside are not false, then I am relieved."

After a slight pause, Cheng Yunzhi said: "The foster father said this because of your marriage, and the foster father had an idea."

It was the first time Bo Ruoyou heard what Cheng Yunzhi said, and couldn't help asking: "What kind of idea does the foster father have?"

She had an ordinary look, and she didn't have the shyness of her daughter's family hearing the relatives. Cheng Yunzhi hesitated for a moment and was about to speak, but Zhou Liang suddenly walked out from outside, "Master, miss, the Houfu has sent someone."

Bo Ruo stood up quietly and went to the front door, "What did you say?"

Zhou Liang said, "I am here to pick you up."

Bo Ruoyou walked quickly to the door. Sure enough, he saw two embroidered clothes ambassadors driving outside. One embroidered clothes ambassador stepped forward and said, "Boy girl, we are here to pick you up by the order of Lord Hou. For these clues, I’m afraid that the murderer can be determined. Lord Hou ordered us to pick you up to the Hou Mansion."

Bo Ruoyou's eyes lit up, "Okay, let's go now!"

She turned around and confessed to Zhou Liang, thinking that there was no need for an autopsy, and she didn't bring an autopsy box. After getting on the carriage and leaving, Zhou Liang just turned around and entered the inner courtyard. After talking to Cheng Yunzhi, Cheng Yunzhi couldn't help but look up. Look at the sky.

At this moment, it was only halfway through, but the sun had been obscured by dark clouds long ago, and there were even dark clouds raging on the horizon. He couldn't help but mutter: "I'm afraid it's going to rain, she should take her umbrella."

Zhou Liang smiled and said, "It's going to the Hou Mansion. Are you afraid that you don't have an umbrella?"

Cheng Yunzhi sighed, "Youyou, a girl's house, always runs like this, it's not a way..."

Thoughtful for a moment, he turned and entered the room.

Bo Ruoyou’s heartbeat was a little fast when sitting on the carriage. He thought it would take some time to find the murderer when he visited the ghostwriters, but he didn’t want to settle down so quickly, and he didn’t know what clues he found. .

The carriage galloped all the way to Lanzheng Fang, but before it entered Lanzheng Fang, a muffled thunder rumbling across the horizon, Bo Ruoyou frowned, and when he arrived at the gate of the Hou Mansion, he ran into the Huo Wei Building with People want to leave.

Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but lifted the curtain and called out, "Master Hou——"

Huo Weilou stopped, looking back, seeing Bo Ruoyou jumped off the carriage in a hurry, and came straight towards him, Huo Weilou said: "Say in the carriage."

Bo Ruoyou's expression was lifted, and he followed Huo Wei upstairs to the carriage. As soon as he sat down, Huo Wei said in the corridor: "In the home of one of the scholars named Han Qi, I found a hidden picture of a beautiful woman. There is also a cinnabar mole, and it is also in the heart. It has been compared and it is almost the same as the one painted by Lu Wenhe. It is only newer than that by Lu Wenhe. Obviously someone saw Lu Wenhe's painting first and copied another one after returning. ."

Bo Ruoyou's eyes were bright, "Han Qi is the painter?"

Huo Weilou shook his head, "I don't know yet, they all ran away."

Bo Ruoyou was surprised at first, but he didn't expect someone to run away first. Then she noticed the words used by Huo Weilou. She raised her eyebrows, "They?"

Huo Weilou nodded, his voice was cold, "Han Qi, there is a younger sister."