Murong Ci asked with interest: "When did Zhao Qingsong die?"
Shen Zhiyan Qingrun said: "He died about a year ago. According to the headhunters of Jingzhao Mansion, they dug up the bones in the grass in the southern suburbs. I have experienced the bones, and it should have been dead for about a year. Left There are cracks on the fourth and fifth ribs on the side, with a dark red blood color, which should be injured by a sharp weapon."
Qin Ruo asked calmly, "The deceased was stabbed in the internal organs by a sharp weapon."
He nodded, "I guess so. The deceased was stabbed in the internal organs by the long sword, to the fourth and fifth ribs. Apart from that, there were no other wounds."
"It's difficult to investigate with only one skeleton." Murong Ci pondered, "By the way, the deceased has been dead for a year, doesn't his family know?"
"The Zhao family only knew that he was missing, but they didn't find him after a year of reporting. Besides, they firmly believed that he was just missing, and they didn't want to believe that he had been killed." Even in official robes, he is still elegant and elegant, like a zhilanyushu Charming, "According to Xiuhe, the servant girl who served the deceased close by, one day the deceased Zhao Qingsong suddenly left the other garden in a hurry, and did not come back that night, and she didn't care, thinking that the son had returned to the mansion. After returning, Xiuhe felt weird, and sent someone to the mansion to ask, only then did he know that the young master has not returned to the mansion at all."
"I think if he didn't go back the first day and night, the deceased would have been killed." Qin Ruo said.
"It should be." Shen Zhiyan continued.
"Xiuhe served the deceased close by. She should know a little about the deceased." Murong Ci felt that most of the evidence of the murder case a year ago had disappeared and it was difficult to investigate.
"Xiuhe said that half a month before his disappearance, Zhao Qingsong met a girl, and would write a poem or a poem for that girl every day. Xiuhe knew a little about poetry and had read those poems. The girl is compared to the bright moon, to the wild flowers in the mountains, to the rich and noble peonies in the garden, to the uncut jade. In short, in his poems, the girl is as beautiful as a fairy, unparalleled in the world. "
"So, Zhao Qingsong has deep roots. Is that girl from the capital?"
"Xiuhe also said that Zhao Qingsong didn't have the heart to study hard at that time, and went out to have a tryst with that girl every other day. Every time he came back, he was full of happiness and in a good mood, and he would tell Xiuhe that he would talk to that girl. Where did he go and what did he do." Shen Zhiyan said, "About ten days later, Xiuhe saw him come back in a daze, and asked him if he had eaten, but he didn't answer."
"Isn't it because I quarreled with that girl?" Qin Ruo guessed.
"No. Zhao Qingsong sat blankly for an hour, and finally told Xiuhe that the girl is getting married, and the marriage was arranged by her parents."
"Why is it like this again?" Murong Ci felt that these love affairs are always full of routines, "and then?"
"Xiuhe encouraged Zhao Qingsong to pursue his own happiness bravely and come to propose marriage." Shen Zhiyan's voice flowed like a spring, "He seemed to be enlightened, and he said happily that he would go to that girl early in the morning Xiuhe said that she never saw Zhao Qingsong again until she found the bones a few days ago."
"Then why are you sure that the corpse is Zhao Qingsong?"
"Buried together with the bones was a piece of jasper, which was worn around the waist. Mrs. Zhao recognized that jasper. Because that jasper was a family heirloom of the Zhao family, Zhao Qingsong hung on her waist all the time."
"Without this jasper, it would be very difficult to confirm the identity of the deceased."
"Master Shen hasn't said whether that girl is from the capital." Qin Ruo asked.
"That girl is from the capital. Although Xiuhe has never met that girl, but once, Zhao Qingsong slipped up and said the girl's name, and Xiuhe remembered it." Shen Zhiyan said solemnly "Actually, it's not a name, it's a title. That girl is Princess Duanrou."
"Ah Princess Duanrou," Qin Ruo was shocked.
"Xiuhe said that she remembers it very clearly, she is indeed Princess Duanrou."
"Since Xiuhe knows that Princess Duanrou's disappearance is related to her son's disappearance, why not go to Yuwang Mansion to find someone from the Zhao family?" Murong Ci frowned slightly. Princess Duanrou should not have been in the capital a year ago.
"Xiuhe naturally told the Zhao family, but the Zhao family did not go to Yuwang's mansion to search for anyone, because they had inquired, and Duanrou County Lord was not in the capital. Moreover, they believed that Zhao Qingsong was just missing, and they were afraid of Yuwang's power, so they did not Dare to provoke." Shen Zhi said.
"Did they send someone to look for Zhao Qingsong this year?" she asked again.
"They tried everything, they searched for a year, and they found nothing."
"Now that they know that Zhao Qingsong died for a year, they must be devastated." Qin Ruo sighed.
"That's natural. Zhao Qingsong's mother cried and fainted three times yesterday in Dali Temple." Shen Zhiyan sighed for a long time. He was most afraid of meeting the family members of the deceased. Crying was the second most important thing, mainly because of the grief-stricken look of the family members. , he could not remain indifferent.
"Do you have any clues?" Murong Ci's blood boiled suddenly as the murder case was impossible to investigate, the more challenging it was.
"There is no clue." He was distressed, his face was full of bitterness, "If Your Highness is free, why don't you help me, help Dali Temple. There is no clue about the murders of Lin Shu and Miss Xia, and here is another murder case , Mr. Gu, one head and three big."
"Okay, the matter of the imperial sister has been settled, just in time
free. " she smiled.
At this time, there was a fierce yelling in front, it seemed that everyone was yelling loudly, and they couldn't hear clearly at all.
They looked at each other and immediately headed to the front yard.
It turned out that the Zhao family was too excited and had a dispute with the yamen servant.
Gu Huai personally persuaded the Zhao family to calm down their anger and calm down.
Shen Zhiyan raised his voice and said: "I understand your feelings. Don't worry, Dali Temple will do its best to investigate and catch the murderer as soon as possible. However, it is useless for you to go to Dali Temple every day, right? It will affect our investigation. Is it?"
"We're not trying to influence your investigation, but to remind you that the investigation should start with Princess Duanrou."
Mrs. Zhao said hoarsely. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her complexion was pale. It can be seen how distraught she was with tears for the past two days.
Master Zhao said sadly: "Xiuhe clearly said that before Qingsong's death, she met Princess Duanrou of Yuwang Mansion, and the two fell in love with each other. Qingsong's murder must be related to Princess Duanrou. You must first investigate Duanrou County. Only the Lord will do."
"Dali Temple has its own methods of handling cases, and you don't need to teach them." A small official said angrily.
"How dare we teach adults to handle the case?" Mrs. Zhao is an old lady, supported by two nuns, her voice is old but full of air, "Master Duanrou was born in the Royal Palace, with a noble status, and the royal power is in the court. You don't dare to offend him." Don’t dare to ask Princess Duanrou to ask questions, you officials protect each other and bend the law for personal gain.”
Shen Zhiyan saw that her words were getting more and more outrageous, and explained: "Mrs. Zhao, Dali Temple has always handled cases fairly and strictly, and it will never be like what you said. You can rest assured. We will handle Zhao Qingsong's case impartially. Princess Duanrou will be sent to ask and find out the truth as soon as possible."
After hearing these words, the Zhao family finally calmed down their anger.
Shen Zhiyan personally sent Zhao's family away, Murong Ci chased them out, saying: "Xiuhe, I have some questions to ask you, you stay here for now."
The Zhao family naturally agreed with Xiuhe staying, and providing more clues would help in the investigation of the case.
Murong Ci took Xiuhe to the lobby to sit down, and Qin Ruo prepared to record the confession with pen and ink.
Xiuhe was a maid, thought Murongci was an adult, and instinctively lowered her head, a little reserved.
"How many years have you been serving your son Zhao Qingsong?" Murong Ci asked softly, thinking that Xiuhe was at most sixteen years old.
"Five or six years." Xiuhe replied softly, her drooping black eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Did you sell yourself to the Zhao family?"
"yes."
"What kind of food does your young master like to eat, what color of clothes he likes to wear, what kind of poems he likes, and when he usually goes to bed and wakes up, do you know everything clearly?"
"Yes, this is the duty of serving the young master."
Shen Zhiyan came over, feeling surprised, His Highness asked what they were doing
Murong Ci smiled, "You really know your son's daily preferences. By the way, your son likes a girl, how did you find out?"
Xiuhe's gaze dimmed, and so did her complexion, "One day the young master came back from the outside, and I thought he was different from usual, with a spring-like smile on his face, and he smiled at me, and spoke very softly. When he was reading, he smiled from time to time, and that smile was as bright as the sunlight outside. I have never seen the young master like this, so I asked the young master if he has met a girl he likes."
Murong Ci asked again: "Does your son like to tell you about that girl?"
Xiuhe replied: "Young master is not very good at talking, I will only talk a little when I ask him."
"How is that girl's temperament, talent and appearance?"
"Young master mentioned that the girl looks like a fairy, gentle and elegant, dignified and generous. She appreciates his talent and likes the poems he writes for her, so he writes poems for her every day."
"Has your son ever written poems for you?"
"Ah..." Xiuhe raised her eyes in astonishment, and immediately lowered her eyebrows, a bit of shyness and inferiority appeared on her beautiful eyebrows, "No, I'm just a maid, how can I be favored by the young master?"
Qin Ruo was writing and writing, and felt strange, His Highness asked what all these people did
Murong Ci smiled softly, "Is your son good at painting? Have you ever painted a portrait of that girl?"
Xiuhe replied: "I painted it once, but the young master didn't let me see it, so I just glanced at it hastily."
"Do you think the woman in the portrait is really as beautiful as a fairy said by your son?"
"I just took a quick glance and didn't see clearly."
"It's enough to say the general feeling."
"The woman in the painting is indeed a beautiful woman like a fairy."
"Has your son ever praised your appearance?"
"No."
Xiuhe's body trembled slightly, feeling ashamed of herself, and the soles of her feet seemed to feel cold.