The waiter replied: "Li Xin is the maid of Jinghong Palace."
Murong Ci frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Take Bengong to find Li Xin."
He agreed, "Two hours ago, Li Xin had a bad stomach and ran to the latrine several times. Right now, he should lie on the bed and rest."
The servants of Jinghong Hall live in the bunk room in the northwest corner of the hall, and there is only one maid lying on the bed at the moment, and she is Li Xin.
Li Xin fell asleep, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, he must have collapsed from diarrhea.
The servant stood by the bunk and yelled a few times before she woke up faintly and sat up feebly.
Knowing that it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, she struggled to get out of bed to meet him, but Murong Ci stopped her and told her to sit down and answer.
"Do you have such a wishful knot?" Qin Ruo put the wishful knot in front of her.
"Yes." Li Xin's lips seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost, and he took out a red wishful knot from under the pillow.
Qin Ruo took it over, compared it with His Highness's Wishful Knot, and then handed it to His Highness to see.
Murong Ci compared them carefully, no matter from the silk thread or the weaving technique, they were all exactly the same.
On the street before, she visited many stalls selling ruyi knots. Although most ruyi knots are similar, if you look carefully, there are still differences between silk threads and weaving techniques. And these two Wishful Knots were obviously made by the same person.
There was a chill in her clear eyes, "You made this wishful knot yourself."
Li Xin said weakly: "Your Highness, this servant has indeed learned to weave wishful knots, but the ones weaved are not as strong and beautiful as this one. This wishful knot was given to my servant by someone else, not made by my servant."
Murong Ci raised his eyebrows lightly, "Who gave it to you?"
Coming out of Jinghong Palace, Qin Ruo asked worriedly: "Your Highness, do you really not want to see the princess?"
Murong Ci felt that all his energy had been drained, and he said softly, "Go back, I have to think about it carefully."
That night, she was almost sleepless.
For two days in a row, she stayed in the East Palace, didn't go anywhere, and didn't want to see anyone.
Shen Zhiyan sent someone to spread the word, saying that he had drawn a portrait of killing Xia Xiaolu's master and servant based on Li Zizi's description. She and Qin Ruo went to Dali Temple, took the portrait from him, seemed disappointed, but also secretly relieved.
There are all kinds of feelings in my heart, I don't know how to describe it.
"Your Highness, judging from this portrait, I can't see who it is." His tone was not without melancholy, "It may be that the night was too dark, and there was a distance between them, Li Zizi couldn't see the murderer clearly. I thought I could find the murderer this time, but I didn’t expect it.”
"Have you posted the portrait on the streets?"
"I ordered the yamen servant to post it yesterday. Your Highness, what do you think?"
Murong Ci stared at the portrait without saying a word, thoughtful.
At this time, a small official came to pass the word that Mr. Gu had something to do with Shen Zhiyan.
Shen Zhiyan smiled and said: "Your Highness, I will come as soon as I go."
She nodded, watched him go, and headed to the cell.
The jailer opened the door of the cell, and she walked to Li Laizi's cell, took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then walked in.
Lame Li was lying on the ground sleeping, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he sat up and said impatiently: "My lord, what's the matter, didn't Xiaomin help you draw the portrait of the murderer as you requested?"
Qin Ruo shouted: "Come here."
He reluctantly came over, "Sir, if you have anything to say, speak quickly."
She put a portrait in front of him and said sternly, "Look carefully"
With his hands behind his hands, Murong Ci's small face was filled with cold air, "Do you think this portrait is somewhat similar to the one drawn based on your description?"
"Huh?" Li Lizi frowned in surprise, and looked again and again seriously, "The eyebrows and eyebrows of the two portraits are two or three points similar, but"
"But what"
"The portrait brought by the adults is more like the murderer that Xiaomin saw."
"Are you sure"
"Xiaomin is sure, there are 70% or 80% similar." Li Lizi said firmly, and cursed angrily, "The painter in the yamen is too bad, and his paintings are not at all similar. Xiaomin clearly said so, he must draw like that"
Murong Ci and Qin Ruo ignored his monologue and left.
Qin Ruo saw His Highness walking out non-stop, and asked: "Your Highness, are you going to leave without waiting for Mr. Shen?"
Murong Ci didn't answer, he came out of Dali Temple, raised his chin slightly, looked at the bright sky, and said coldly after a while: "Qin Ruo, you have to do something tonight."
Qin Ruo took the order, "Your Highness, that girl seems to be Xiu He."
Isn't it the Zhao family's maid, Xiuhe
Murong Ci boarded the carriage and ordered: "Bring Xiuhe up here."
Qin Ruo walked over quickly, stopped Xiuhe and said a few words, then the two walked over and got into the carriage together.
Xiuhe naturally remembered her and wanted to salute, but Murong Ci said wearily: "No. You came to Dali Temple because you remembered something important."
"My lord, today I was sorting out young master's books in the Bieyuan, and found a small portrait in a poetry book." Xiuhe took out a narrow white paper and handed it over respectfully, "This is the picture that young master drew. A miniature of a girl. This miniature is included in the book of poems
Here, I didn't find out before, and presumably the murderer didn't find out either, so I kept it. "
"Your Highness." Qin Ruo took the small statue and handed it to His Highness.
Murong Ci is holding the slender snow-white Angelica dahurica, the woman in the painting is lifelike, her frowns and smiles are so vivid and beautiful, especially those beautiful eyes, water-cut pupils, beautiful and Lingbo, seem to be able to talk.
Qin Ruo saw that His Highness's arm was trembling faintly, and the fingernails of the fingers pinching the small statue turned white from too much force.
Xiuhe asked hopefully: "My lord, with this little statue, will the murderer of the young master be caught soon?"
Murong Ci stared at the small statue without saying a word, like an old monk in meditation.
Qin Ruo said: "That's natural. With the statue, the murderer will be invisible. Don't worry, Dali Temple will catch the murderer as soon as possible."
Xiuhe laughed happily, "Thank you, sir. Then I'll go and tell the good news to Mrs. Master."
After she left, Qin Ruo ordered the driver to drive back to the East Palace.
At night, there was a strong wind, thunder and lightning, and the storm continued all night.
After daybreak, the sky was filled with dark clouds and haze, and the summer rain didn't seem to stop, just drifting down.
Jinghong Palace.
Early in the morning, before Murong Chang got up, Yuan Xiu hurried to the bedroom, hooked up the golden gauze curtain with a pendant jade hook, and called out in a low voice: "Princess, princess."
Murong Chang narrowed his eyes and said in a daze, "What's wrong?"
"Princess, this servant has something important to report."
"I haven't had enough sleep yet." Murong Chang muttered unhappily.
"Princess, wake up, this servant has something important to do." Yuan Xiu was in a state of anxiety, and said directly, "Last night, this servant was on vigil here, and just now when I went back to change, I found that the room where this servant lived alone seemed to have been broken into by thieves."
Hearing this, Murong Chang frowned slightly, then opened his sleepy eyes, sat up, "What did you say?"
Yuan Xiu said solemnly: "Princess, there must have been thieves breaking into the servant's room last night."
Murong Chang woke up completely, his eyes darkened, "How do you know if a thief breaks in and something is stolen?"
Yuan Xiu said: "The thief is very clever. If the servant hadn't sprinkled flour under the window, he wouldn't have known that someone had gone in. The servant checked and found nothing was lost, only one thing was lost."
"What is it?" Murong Chang's hair was scattered like a cloud of green silk, which set off a sharp little face, and her beautiful pitch-black eyes looked big and bright.
"Yes" Yuan Xiu whispered in the princess's ear, with a serious face, "Princess, I don't know who took it away, why did you take that thing away?"
"I know who took it away."
Murong Chang's beautiful eyes narrowed coldly, bursting out a cold murderous aura that didn't fit her temperament.
After that, she whispered a few words in Yuan Xiu's ear.
Yuan Xiu left in a hurry, Murong Chang looked out the window at the wind and rain, and Jianshui's eyes were filled with cold air.
An hour later, the East Palace.
Under the corridor of the palace, Murong Ci looked at the misty summer rain weaving obliquely. The rain curtain spread out and stretched to the distance. The continuous palace was filled with moist water vapor, and the glazed tiles, red walls and bluestone ground were washed away. Clean and shiny.
She sighed melancholy, and suddenly heard footsteps.
Qin Ruo came quickly from the hallway beside the hall, and said: "Your Highness, the servants have already sent someone to deliver a message, and they will arrive on time."
Murong Ci nodded, "Qin Ruo, should I turn a blind eye to this?"
Qin Ruo said: "No matter what His Highness does, the slave feels that His Highness is worthy of his own heart."
The water wind blows, wets the corner of the robe, and cools the heart.
A court lady hurried over and reported: "Your Highness, the palace servants are here to report that the house where Qin Ruo lives has been broken into by thieves."
"When did it really happen?" Qin Ruo was astonished.
"If the palace servant finds out, report it immediately." The maid replied.
"Have you caught the thief?"
"According to the guards, the culprit's lightness skills are quite good. After chasing him for a while, he disappeared and let the culprit run away."
"Your Highness, I'll go back and have a look." Qin Ruo's face was full of anger. The East Palace was actually broken into by thieves. Are those guards eating shit
Murong Ci waved his hand to let the palace maid back down, and said calmly: "You don't need to go back, you shouldn't have lost anything. Where did you put the things you got last night?"
Qin Ruo replied: "I have always carried it with me." She took it out and handed it to His Highness, "Could it be that the thief came here for this?"
Murong Ci took it and held it in his hand, sneered wistfully, "The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry."
Qin Ruo's earlobe moved slightly, and her complexion changed slightly, "Your Highness, there is a change in the bedroom."
Murong Ci's eyes were bright, and there was a sneer on the corner of his lips, "Go and see."
The two came to the dormitory, and as expected, a man in a black cloak and a black cloth was rummaging through the dormitory lightly.
Murong Ci sneered, trespassing in the East Palace in broad daylight, went to Qin Ruo's room and came here again, it was really daring.
"The daring thief dares to trespass into His Highness's bedroom, and seeks death."
Qin Ruo shouted angrily, drew out the soft sword at her waist and flew forward.