Chang'an Institute!
Ji Yunshu smiled awkwardly and stopped talking.
Wen Lingyang said, "Mr. Wen has to go to Mr. Fang first, so he won't bother Mr. to read the case file. If there is anything unclear, please call me at any time."
As soon as Wen Lingyang left, Zhang Zhaotou said, "Gu Ji... Mr. Ji, Master Wen has been in the yamen for two years. He is a very nice person. He is not only smart but also efficient."
"Why is Zhang Zhaotou always praising Master Wen?"
"Don't hide it, sir, actually..." Zhang Zhaotou was a little embarrassed, and said naively, "My sister admires Master Wen very much, and as a brother, I naturally have some selfishness."
puff-
Ji Yunshu lowered his head and smirked, "So that's the case. I think Master Wen is a talented person, and he acts carefully. He is indeed a rare good person. Your sister has a good eye."
"That's that."
"However, there is one thing I don't understand below."
Zhang Zhaotou asked, "Sir, please speak."
"Since Master Wen is so smart, and he is also a scholar, it stands to reason that he should go to Beijing to continue participating in the imperial examinations. How could he have been in the yamen for two years?"
Zhang Zhaotou: "Master Wen said that he doesn't want to participate in the imperial examination at all. What kind of champion is the title? It's better to be a junior master in Yuzhou City."
Yep!
Indifferent to fame and fortune, worthy of appreciation.
Ji Yunshu smiled warmly and nodded.
After turning back to the desk, she looked at the file again.
After it was almost dark, I went to find Fang Mingsan.
When Fang Mingsan was worrying about the case, in the past two months, he hadn't eaten a few bites of food, and his whole body was very haggard.
Seeing Ji Yunshu coming to find him, thinking that the case has progressed, he asked eagerly, "Mr. Ji, do you have any clues?"
Are you kidding me
"Sir Fang, I just read the case file and learned about the details of the matter. The specific content, and we have to go to the deceased and the murder scene to make a conclusion."
Fang Mingsan nodded.
"This officer understands."
He made a move and instructed the two small catchers, "Quickly go to Changfu and inform them that Mr. Chang's body will not be buried for the time being, and a new autopsy will be required."
"Yes!"
The little catcher ran away quickly.
Fang Mingsan pointed to the outside, "Mr. Ji, it's getting late, you might as well have a night's rest first, and then go to Changfu in the morning."
"No need, the case is close."
After all, Jing Rong only gave herself five days, and she didn't want to waste time and rest.
Seeing that she was so determined, Fang Mingsan ordered to go down, took the people from the yamen, and told Wen Lingyang to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and go to Changfu together.
As soon as they went out, Jing Rong followed.
"This king will go with you."
A cold face!
Fang Mingsan stepped forward and said, "My lord, you should go to rest first. Mr. Ji has a subordinate by his side, so she will definitely not have an accident."
Jing Rong snorted, flicked her sleeves, and stared at Ji Yunshu with her hands behind her back, "It's not that I don't believe in you, Lord Fang, but Mr. Ji."
Yep
What does this mean
Ji Yunshu's eyes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips, unable to fight back.
Indeed, in Jingrong's eyes, he is a troublemaker!
…
The group arrived at Changfu!
There were two little servants in mourning clothes standing at the door, the door was closed, and even the iron rings were wrapped with white cloth strips.
On the way here, Fang Mingsan also told Ji Yunshu about the situation of Changfu.
In Yuzhou City, Changfu is a big family. Mr. Chang started his business in silk, and he basically monopolized the silk business in the entire Yuzhou City. However, Mr. Chang is a good man, and he will give gifts during festivals. Mi Shi Porridge has a very good reputation in Yuzhou City. Naturally, he has no enemies. He died for no reason, but it is strange.
If it is said that he was hurt by his family, then it is not justified.
When Mr. Chang was alive, he was very kind to the servants in the family, and he was generous in his actions. Everyone knew that he was a living Bodhisattva. If he died, the people in the house would not get any benefits, and he didn't exist. What kind of family property dispute, because after the death of Mr. Chang's original wife seven years ago, he has never married a wife since then.
Under my knees, there is only one daughter!
Excluding these, what are the possibilities
Ji Yunshu thought for a moment, but came to no conclusion.
When everyone arrived at the mourning hall in the backyard of Changfu, the coffin was still placed in the center of the room, white satin was hung around it, and incense candles were lit. There was also a basin at the door, covered with a black cloth, with a flower on it. white flowers.
On the corner of the door, there are two white lanterns hanging, accompanied by the falling moonlight.
Below the lantern, there are two jade pendants tied with black ropes.
This style is generally the habit of large families.
In the mourning hall, Miss Chang's family knelt aside, wearing mourning clothes and hats, bowing her head and choking.
The nanny was by her side, comforting her from time to time, but to no avail.
Seeing so many people coming, Butler Chang greeted them, first glanced at Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu at the back, and then said to Fang Mingsan, "Master Fang, haven't you experienced corpses in the yamen before? Why do you still need them? Test it again?"
Fang Mingsan turned to his side and pointed at Jingrong, "Steward Chang, this is Prince Rong."
"Prince Rong?" Steward Chang was startled, and quickly knelt down to the ground, "I see the prince, I don't know if the prince is here, and he will be far away to welcome him."
Jing Rong narrowed his eyes and raised his hand, "Get up, don't make a sound."
Butler Chang Tun Tun got up, but did not dare to look up, in awe and fear.
Fang Mingsan pointed at Ji Yunshu again and introduced, "This is Mr. Ji. She will be in charge of this case, so I brought Mr. Chang here, so that Master Chang can be buried a day later."
"So it is."
Butler Chang raised his eyelids and glanced at Ji Yunshu, then bowed to the side, stretched out his hand to the mourning hall, "My master's body is inside, sir, please do it."
Ji Yunshu nodded and stepped in.
Just walking to the edge of the coffin, Miss Chang, who had been kneeling and whimpering, suddenly made a noise.
"Who are you?"
The tone was slightly choked, as soft as the sound of a thin willow falling on the water.
Ji Yunshu looked at it, and met Miss Chang's red eyes, which were pierced with tears.
The woman was only about ten years old, a small and beautiful woman, with a slender appearance, her small body was kneeling on the ground, and she was trembling faintly at this moment.
Ji Yunshu said, "The next name is Ji."
"Are you here to find out the cause of my father's death?"
"Yep."
"Then, can you find out who killed my father?"
"If he killed it, yes."
"My father hurts me very much. He died. I don't know what to do."
Miss Chang's nose was sore, and her big eyes stared straight at her.
Ji Yunshu walked up to her, squatted down, rubbed her head, and asked, "What's your name?"
"A word."
"sounds so good."
"My mother married this name, but she is dead, and now my father is also dead."
It's really pathetic!
Ji Yunshu said, "In a word, you go back to your room first, have a good night's sleep, and send your father to the funeral tomorrow morning."
The nanny on the side moved her lips and thought to herself, she had persuaded him several times, but Chang Yiyan refused to rest. How could you be able to persuade someone who just appeared
where to know—
Chang Yiyan nodded.