"The sprinkled gold paper is ordinary rice paper, but when the rice paper is made, fine gold and silver powder or gold and silver foil is applied on the paper surface with rubber powder, and then the gold and silver brilliance is produced on the colored wax paper. Therefore, it is also called Sprinkle gold and silver five-color wax paper."
Bo Ruoyou used two bamboo tweezers to carefully fiddle with the porcelain plate, "Therefore, sprinkled gold paper is thicker than ordinary rice paper, and it is not easy to scatter ink. Many people like to write poems and draw on it, which looks more ancient." To put it mildly, it should be a common thing in the Marquis' Mansion. However, this thing was swallowed by the deceased, and after a long time in the stomach, most of the ink stains have been dispelled. Fortunately, the paper is thick, so there is a way to save it."
At this point, Bo Ruoyou raised her head, "Folk girls need bluegrass."
Bo Ruoyou bent over, rolled up her sleeves, revealing a small piece of jade arm and wrist, and her slender waist was more and more gracefully grasped, the whole person was obviously busy, but there was an inexplicable feeling Gentle and elegant.
Huo Weilou looked at her, "What kind of bluegrass?"
"Polygonum indigo and woad indigo are both acceptable."
Bluegrass can be used for coloring and is commonly used in cloth dyeing workshops. Huo Weilou nodded and went out to give some instructions.
Bo Ruoyou lowered her eyes and fiddled with the small ball of sprinkled gold paper again.
The sprinkle gold paper is only the size of a palm. It was crumpled into a ball and swallowed, and then melted in the stomach for several days. At this moment, the outermost layer is only a thin layer. Can't find the handwriting after breaking.
After another two washes of clean water, the crumpled and sticky ball of paper finally showed its shape. Eunuch Fu also stood aside and watched, and said in surprise: "It turned out to be really sprinkled gold paper."
After being diluted with clear water, the faint gold and silver fine powder on the sprinkled gold paper showed its brilliance, but the whole paper became thin and fluffy, and the writing on it was only visible with occasional strokes and strokes of ink.
Eunuch Fu sighed, "How can you tell?"
Bo Ruoyou said: "It's impossible to distinguish every word, the girl will do her best."
Fu Gonggong turned his eyes and glanced at Huo Weilou, "Is there any gain from the questioning in the front yard of Lord Hou?"
Huo Weilou's expression was serious, "It's not much different from what Zheng Wenyan said."
Eunuch Fu sighed, "If that's the case, it's impossible to be sure that Mr. Zheng is lying. Although his thoughts are a little bit wrong, there is no evidence, so we can't be sure that he is the one who did the harm."
Eunuch Fu's eyes fell on Bo Ruoyou brightly, "We'll see if Miss Bo can find the writing on it."
Huo Weilou was also looking at Bo Ruoyou.
He went down to the local state government several times to handle cases, but it was the first time he met Bo Ruoyou, a small butler who was more diligent than the chief officer, and the most important thing was that he was indeed good at skills, so if he was a man, he would be able to accept him.
Huo Weilou's eyes couldn't help showing a trace of regret, Bo Ruoyou wiped the sweat with the back of her hand at this moment, raised her eyes a little and met Huo Weilou's gaze, she was slightly taken aback, a little confused.
The emotion in Huo Weilou's eyes flashed away, he frowned and said, "How long will it take for the handwriting to appear?"
His tone became majestic again, as if Bo Ruoyou's eyes were just dazzled at that moment just now, she thought for a while, "I'm afraid it will be tomorrow." After speaking, she looked out the window and saw that the rising sun was almost in the sky, and said, "It still takes a while." Good day today."
Huo Weilou frowned, he seemed dissatisfied with this time, Bo Ruoyou somehow, suddenly thought of Huo Weilou's dissatisfaction when he first met yesterday when he found out that she was actually hired by He Cheng, "Huo Weilou looked down on women" A thought slipped through her mind, and she changed her words, "It's dark, it will be dark today at the earliest."
Huo Weilou furrowed his brows slightly, and his eyes were cloudy. Is there any superior in the world who doesn't like such a subordinate
Huo Weilou once again had a trace of regret in his heart, but this time it never showed on his face.
"Lord Hou—"
The voice suddenly came, it was He Cheng who came in a hurry, Huo Weilou turned around, He Cheng entered the door and said: "The lower official sent someone to the ancestral hall, and I have already seen that Yumao, she lives alone in the ancestral hall, according to her own words In recent years, she has never been out of the gate of the ancestral hall, and she only knows about the death of the old lady, not even the second master Zheng fell from the building."
After finishing speaking, He Cheng looked a little strange, "This person is a little weird."
Huo Weilou looked at He Cheng, and He Cheng's chubby face was wrinkled, "I don't know what to say, I just think it's impossible for a person to live in the ancestral hall for so many years without ever going out, and... Lord Hou I've never seen her before, but looking at her makes my heart a little creepy, it's dark, it's very dark..."
After thinking for a while, He Cheng used the word "Yin Qi".
Huo Weilou frowned, "Where is the man now?"
He Cheng said, "It's still in the ancestral hall."
Huo Weilou glanced at Bo Ruoyou, and said, "Take Benhou to have a look."
He Cheng nodded immediately, and Huo Weilou looked at Eunuch Fu again, and Eunuch Fu immediately said: "Master Hou, don't worry, this old slave stays here."
After saying this, Huo Weilou just left the mourning hall.
As soon as he went out, he felt that even though the sun was shining today, the wind was extremely cold. At this time, two servants who were carrying heavy objects to the mourning hall came not far away. Huo Weilou saw them carrying things at a glance His hands were red from the cold, his phoenix eyes were heavy, and suddenly he thought of Bo Ruoyou's ten fingers holding bamboo tweezers, his slender jade fingers as thin as onions, as if they had been covered in ice and snow.
Huo Weilou retracted his gaze.
He didn't say a word about what was on his mind, he just looked at the garden of the Hou's Mansion, because the ancestral hall has been separated from the main body of the Hou's Mansion, so the further Huo Weilou walked north, the more he realized the size of the Hou's Mansion, "Is this garden built by the Zheng family?"
He Chengza couldn't figure out the meaning of Huo Weilou's question, so he could only honestly say: "No, this garden is the residence of a prince from the previous dynasty. Neihu, after the dynasty changed, the garden was abandoned, and the Neihu Lake was dried up. About 60 to 70 years ago, it was bought by Mr. Zheng at that time, and after renovation, it became the ancestral house."
As far as Huo Weilou can see, the further north you go, the more century-old pines and cypresses you can see. If this garden was built by Zheng himself, it would cost a lot of money. He is responsible for supervising all officials, so he will care about these minor details.
Passing through a moon gate, you really left the main body of the Hou Mansion. There was a dense bamboo forest in front of you. The sun was shining in the sky, and there was a mottled light and shadow cast in the bamboo forest. The ancestral hall of the Hou Mansion.
The pines and cypresses are towering, and the snow is slightly green. The luxuriant pines and cypresses like a canopy cover the ancestral hall like the dome of the sky, so that when you stand outside the ancestral hall, you feel that it is difficult to see the sky and the atmosphere is extremely cloudy.
Although ordinary ancestral halls are often accompanied by pines and cypresses to show solemnity and respect for the ancestors, the scene in front of us really corresponds to the word "yin qi" that He Cheng said.
A group of people entered the gate, the ground was covered with snow, and there were only a few monotonous footprints on it, which were left a while ago. He Cheng quickly walked in front and called the door, "Mother Yu? The Marquis is here, open the door—"
The quiet needle dropping could be heard in the room, and just as He Cheng was frowning, the door suddenly opened without warning, and before that, He Cheng hadn't heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door.
Inside the door appeared a face that looked a little pale due to years of exposure to light. Madam Yu was over half a century old, and her face was already haggard, with brown spots and a pair of lifeless, black eyes. Once it appears, it is a little scary.
She exposed her face behind the crack of the door, glanced at the people outside, and fixed her gaze behind Huo Weilou.
She didn't know what to think of, her expression suddenly changed a little, the corners of her lips pursed, and she opened the door.
She was wearing a black dress, without any onion, and the room was dark, and she seemed to be hidden in the darkness. He Cheng hesitated and didn't enter the door, while Huo Weilou stepped into the ancestral hall.
Entering the door is the main hall of Kuoda. The memorial tablet of Zheng's ancestors is placed in the north direction. Sweeping his eyes wide, he turned his eyes to stare at Nanny Yu, who stood with her hands behind her back, her head hanging down so as not to meet Huo Weilou's eyes.
Huo Weilou said: "How long have you been here?"
"The servant has been here for fifteen years."
When Nanny Yu spoke, there was a sense of stiffness that she hadn't spoken to others for a long time, coupled with her hoarse voice, it sounded a little weird.
Huo Weilou asked again: "Why come here?"
Madam Yu pursed her lips, "Your maidservant is guilty, come here to make amends."
Nanny Yu lowered her head, and if she closed the door, she would be like a puppet hidden in the darkness, with no trace of a living person in her body, Huo Weilou was silent before asking, "What's the crime?"
Nanny Yu lowered her head and didn't answer until now.
Huo Weilou frowned, and He Cheng said: "The person who asked the question was Wu Zhaohou, Nanny Yu, now there is suspicion about the death of the old lady in the house, I advise you to tell me everything, so as to seek justice for the old lady, and I will let you all go." Master-servant friendship."
Mammy Yu still hung her head down, "The old lady is over half a hundred years old, and she is dying. After a few days, the servant girl will go with her, and when she reaches the ground, the servant girl will renew her relationship with the old lady."
After saying this, He Cheng couldn't help shivering.
I didn't have to say that I was going to die in a few days, and even said that I went underground...
In the darkness, Huo Weilou smiled coldly, "Nurse is not afraid of death, but have you thought about the other descendants of the Marquis Mansion? Nurse is an old man next to the old lady, so if you don't answer why you are here, why not? Say something unlucky happened to Zheng Wenyan in the house, right?"
Nanny Yu's shoulders visibly flinched, and she suddenly raised her eyes to look behind Huo Weilou, as if there was someone hiding behind Huo Weilou, He Cheng's heart trembled at this glance, and she quickly looked behind Huo Weilou Go, but not far behind Huo Weilou, there is only a portrait of an ancestor of the Zheng family hanging on the wall.
"Fifteen years ago, a concubine gave birth to a concubine next to Master Hou, and the servants were unable to take care of them. The mother and child died. They should have been killed with a stick, but the old lady thought of the love of the master and the servants and asked the servants to come here to forgive their sins. This is the slave The reason for coming here."
After Madam Yu finished speaking, she turned around and walked to the ancestors of the Zheng family, knelt down, and began to read scriptures.
Her back was like a stone sculpture, He Cheng wanted to step forward to ask again, but Huo Weilou raised his hand to stop him, Huo Weilou knew that this Yuma Yu would never speak again today.
With a sneer on the corner of Huo Weilou's lips, he turned and walked out, He Cheng followed behind, couldn't help rubbing his goosebump-covered arms when he came out, "Master Hou, that's the guy, he's so weird, just now When the official came, she opened half of the door, and only stood inside the door to answer, it was really creepy. Lord Hou, what should we do now?"
"Go to the servants of the Hou's Mansion to find out who has stayed in the mansion for more than fifteen years, and see if what she said is true or not. There are also ominous rumors about Zheng Wenyan, all the old people in the Hou's Mansion, ask them one by one."
Huo Weilou stopped suddenly when he walked to the gate of the courtyard, and when he turned around and looked at the door again, the expression of coldness appeared in his eyes again, "The more you play tricks, the more important the ominous words will be."
Huo Weilou left the ancestral hall without looking back.
In the mourning hall of the west courtyard, the embroiderer came to find Miao Lancao. Bo Ruoyou was dipping the thin gold-sprinkling paper into the colorless juice. Eunuch Fu looked excited again. Bo Ruoyou said, "This time The juice looks colorless, but the cloth or paper can be soaked and then exposed to the sun to make it colored. The sprinkled gold paper is already thin, and the coloring will be extremely poor. Where there is ink, the color will appear."
Eunuch Fu was surprised, "How do you know?"
Bo Ruoyou smiled, "Ye-father taught me that there was a case in the county government two years ago. The murderer sank a letter to the bottom of the lake, and the handwriting was so faint that it was hard to read. My father-in-law used such methods to make some handwriting visible." .”
Eunuch Fu said: "Then your adoptive father is also a very powerful person."
Bo Ruoyou just smiled and said nothing, let the sprinkling gold paper soak for half an hour, picked it up and spread it on a towel, and then put it under the sun to dry, Eunuch Fu looked at it without blinking. The gold-sprinkled paper, I saw that the longer it was exposed to the sun, the original brown-yellow paper began to change color, and the ink stains also showed some shapes.
The sun gradually set to the west, and the handwriting appeared to be more and more, but only one or two characters could be barely recognized. Bo Ruoyou's face was gloomy, and he took the towel and paper into the mourning hall, and asked the yamen to bring a brazier and roast it.
At dusk, Huo Weilou brought He Cheng to the mourning hall again. When talking about the trip to the ancestral hall, He Cheng was full of emotion, but Eunuch Fu was amazed, "Why is there such a weird family in such a good family?"
Night is coming, and Bo Ruoyou said that he can make characters appear when it is dark. Eunuch Fu may have forgotten this, but Bo Ruoyou has not. She is holding that piece of paper, and if she gets close, she will be roasted. , it doesn’t work if the distance is too far, just holding it so not too close, a small face is scorched red, and those bright eyes are reflecting the firelight, and when the firelight jumps, the beautiful color flows between his eyebrows and eyes, It actually gave birth to a certain sense of charm and coquettishness.
Huo Weilou stood at the door, he only had a glimpse, but couldn't help but stop his gaze.
At this moment, Bo Ruoyou raised her eyebrows, her beautiful eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips raised, "I see the words..."
This is the first time Huo Weilou has seen Bo Ruoyou's smiling face like this, and the flowing and charming face becomes more vivid for a moment, like the light passing through the darkness of dawn, frightening his mind, he The mind that was usually only focused on the case's tolerance was stagnated because of this, and he walked over a step behind Eunuch Fu.
In the faint firelight, Eunuch Fu couldn't help but read the handwriting on it.
"My head seven is the time of your death."
"When it's cloudy and cloudy, for me... what word is this?"
The ink was a bit out of shape, and Eunuch Fu couldn't recognize it for a while, but Huo Weilou recognized it.
"When it's cloudy and cloudy, pay for my life."
Huo Weilou read the eight characters coldly, Eunuch Fu and He Cheng shuddered at that moment, but Bo Ruoyou suddenly frowned, "Today...is the old lady's 27th day..."
He Cheng and Eunuch Fu didn't understand what Bo Ruoyou meant, but Huo Weilou straightened up in an instant. At this moment, an embroidered envoy walked into the mourning hall, "Master Zheng, something happened to Mr. Zheng!"