Zheng Baishi was still a little puzzled when he arrived at the Meng Mansion, but when he saw Yan Chi, he hurriedly asked, "Does Your Highness have any clues?"
Yan Chi nodded, and told Zheng Baishi all the mysteries hidden in the paintings.
After hearing this, Zheng Baishi's face changed greatly, "Your Highness, you mean that Meng Jin has something wrong with the young lady in the house?"
Yan Chi nodded, "It's not impossible. Meng Hui hasn't confessed yet, and we can't give up other clues. Whether there is this possibility or not, we'll find out after trying."
Zheng Baishi still couldn't believe it. Although he had seen a lot of unethical cases, the Meng Mansion was considered an aristocratic family, and Meng Zhou was still an official in the court. Such incidents should not have happened in Meng Zhou's family!
Yan Chi and Zheng Baishi waited together in the main courtyard of the Meng Mansion. Soon, Meng Zhou brought his third wife and Mencius and his wife to the main courtyard.
"Meet Your Royal Highness—"
The three of Meng Ziyi saluted, and Yan Chi looked the three of them up and down, and saw that the third lady was thin, her breath was unstable, and her complexion was somewhat pale, "How long has the third lady been ill?"
The third lady looked at Yan Chi for a moment after hearing the words, "It's been many years, and the medicine has never been stopped."
Meng Zhou also said from the side, "Yes, the third sibling has been in poor health."
Yan Chi nodded, and turned to look at Mrs. Xu, who was young and beautiful, because he came to see Yan Chi, his expression was somewhat reserved, and seeing Yan Chi looking at him, Mrs. Xu even lowered his head He dare not look directly at Yan Chi.
Yan Chi is a martial artist, ordinary people just need to look at their breath to know whether they are masters or not, but among the three men of Meng Ziyi, the third wife and Mrs. Xu are obviously very weak women, let alone know martial arts. It's all very little strength.
However, just to be on the safe side, Yan Chi still took a look at Bai Feng.
Bai Feng walked up to the three of them and said softly, "Madam and Young Madam, please extend your hands."
Although the third lady was puzzled, she and Xu stretched out their hands. Bai Feng took a look, and saw that both of her hands were smooth and delicate. Not only were there no calluses, but even the bones of the fingers were very slender. Looking like a martial artist, Bai Feng shook his head at Yan Chi, and Yan Chi looked at Meng Ziyi.
"What disease does Young Master Meng suffer from?"
Mencius Yi's expression was also a bit reserved, compared to Meng Wei's flamboyant, he was much more restrained, and when Yan Chi asked him, he was even more nervous, "The villain... the trouble... is Palpitations..."
Yan Chi had investigated this a long time ago, and now he asked again, just to ascertain his expression.
Yan Chi looked Meng Ziyi up and down, only to feel that Meng Ziyi's aura was also very vain, he didn't look like a martial arts practitioner at all, but for the sake of caution, Yan Chi continued, "I heard that Young Master Meng's left hand was injured? where?"
Mencius was a little puzzled, he probably didn't expect Yan Chi to ask him, so he stretched out his left hand, "This...here."
He suffered from a stutter and spoke intermittently, but pointed to the position of his elbow.
Yan Chi raised his chin and signaled Bai Feng to come forward. Meng Ziyi was a man. Bai Feng held his elbow directly, then frowned slightly. He carefully checked the joints of Meng Ziyi's elbow. Then he checked his forearm bones, but his brows became more and more wrinkled, "Master Meng's bones seem to be fine."
Hearing this, Meng Ziyi subconsciously looked at the third lady. The anxiety on his face did not seem fake, but because of a stutter, he couldn't say what he wanted to say. The third lady looked at Yan Chi, "Your Highness, do you doubt Ziyi?"
Yan Chi looked stern, "Ma'am, don't worry, just follow the rules and learn more about it."
The third lady nodded when she heard the words, "Ziyi's arm was injured when he was fourteen years old. At that time, his hand was tied to a board for a long time before the bone healed. However, since then, Ziyi's hand has become disabled. , it looks like the bones are intact, but his left hand can’t use any strength, it’s fine to hold a book normally, but it’s not good for other heavy objects.”
After speaking, the third lady looked at the room, and directly pointed to the open chair not far away, "Ziyi, go and pick up the chair."
Meng Ziyi stepped forward obediently, first lifted his right hand, and then changed his left hand, but this time, he clearly held the chair tightly, but he couldn't lift it up for a long time, and his face turned red from holding back.
Meng Ziyi let go of his hand and looked at the third lady nervously.
The third lady was quite calm, "Your Highness, women don't dare to lie to Your Highness—"
Yan Chi nodded, "Okay, since that's the case, the third lady and the young lady should go back first."
The third lady frowned, and Mrs. Xu also looked at Meng Ziyi worriedly. Mencius looked at the two of them, but nodded. The third lady blessed herself and led Xu out of the main hall.
As soon as the two of them left, Meng Ziyi was the only one left in the room. Yan Chi stared at Meng Ziyi for a long time, until Meng Ziyi's forehead was sweating and did not speak. Yan Chi remained silent, and the others did not dare to speak. After a while, Yan Chi said mercifully, "Okay, it's all right, Young Master Meng, let's go back—"
Meng Ziyi looked at Yan Chi for a moment, then at Meng Zhou, and seeing Meng Zhou nodding, he slowly turned and walked out.
Meng Ziyi's footsteps were a little stiff, and it could be seen that he was very nervous at the moment. As he walked, he even wiped the sweat from his forehead, but when Meng Ziyi was about to walk out of the door, Bai Feng, who had been standing beside Yan Chi, Suddenly, his figure flew towards Mencius Yi as fast as lightning, and he used his fist as a palm, and with a sharp force, he lined up towards Mencius Yi's shoulder.
The change happened so suddenly that even Meng Zhou and the others didn't react, but when Bai Feng's hand was about to fall on Meng Ziyi's shoulder, he withdrew his palm in embarrassment, stabilized his figure, Standing still, Meng Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Meng Ziyi felt that something was wrong and looked back. Seeing that there was suddenly Bai Feng behind him, Meng Ziyi was slightly surprised and nodded at Bai Feng. Nodding and walking out again...
As soon as Mencius left, Bai Feng turned around and said respectfully, "Master, he didn't respond. I can see clearly that there is no tension in his shoulders or back."
A person may be able to put on airs, but the details of the body will still betray him. After all, the most a person can control is facial expressions, and every muscle and bone in the body has its own instinctive response.
Hearing Bai Feng's words, Yan Chi believed that Meng Ziyi was not a keen person. If he was a martial arts practitioner, he should have noticed it when Bai Feng moved. No matter how bad it was, Bai Feng's fist would almost land on his shoulder. Even he didn't respond.
Yan Chi frowned slightly, and Zheng Baishi said, "His Royal Highness, this may result in the third house?"
Yan Chi didn't speak, the result didn't match his expectation.
On the other side, Mengzhou said, "Ziyi has been very obedient since he was a child. Because he stutters, he doesn't like to make friends with other people's children. Because of this, he looks very reserved now. When he was young, his brother It was better when he was young, but after his elder brother passed away, he became less and less fond of going out of the courtyard of the third room, he is also a poor man."
"It's true that his left hand was injured. The whole Meng family knows about it. For many years, he writes with his right hand. Since he was born in the Meng family, he doesn't have to do heavy work on weekdays, so it doesn't matter."
As Yan Chi listened, he felt more and more that Meng Ziyi was not the murderer.
When the murderer killed Meng Jin, even if other people helped in the process, it is impossible for many people to throw Meng Jin into the lake. In addition, Meng Wei's death method, he was hugged and hanged. On the rope, Meng Ziyi has only one hand, how can he hang Meng Wei on it
"What about his hands, have you never thought about asking a doctor to take a good look at him?"
When Yan Chi said this, Meng Zhou smiled wryly, "It's not that I haven't invited them. I have invited many of them, but nothing can be done. Later, a doctor said that some meridian may be injured, and it is not obvious from the surface."
Yan Chi frowned slightly, "A few days ago, the nine girls from Zhongyonghou's Mansion visited the young master to see a doctor, why don't you let young master Meng also see it?"
Meng Zhou sighed, "My brothers and sisters have given up, and I haven't invited Dr. Guo for several years, so I didn't think about it at the time." He said and said hurriedly, "When there is a chance in the future, I will definitely invite Miss Nine to give Ziyi have a look."
Yan Chi nodded, "As far as I know, stuttering is also a disease, not incurable."
Meng Zhou responded again and again, and Yan Chi and Zheng Baishi left the Meng Mansion and left the Meng Mansion. Zheng Baishi said, "Your Highness, if you didn't try it out, does it mean that the content on the painting is just a coincidence?"
Yan Chi shook his head, "Whether it's a coincidence or not, you'll find out when you go to the art gallery."
Saying that, he took Zheng Baishi into the carriage and went straight to Ning Buyi's painting gallery.
Before arriving at the painting gallery, Yan Chi and Zheng Baishi were waiting in the carriage, only Bai Feng went with two guards, after a cup of tea, Bai Feng returned to the carriage.
"Master, ask clearly."
"The person who did the painting at that time was Master Ning, the treasurer of this painting gallery. Master Ning said that when he was painting, he did see the second master of the Meng family looking downstairs. At that time, he didn't know what Master Meng was looking at. It was intentional, so he drew this scene. He also said that when he was making this painting, another artist was painting Young Master Meng and his wife, and another artist was painting portraits of the three wives—"
Asking like this makes it clear.
Zheng Baishi frowned, "But we've already tried it today."
Yan Chi shook his head, "Today is just a test of Meng Ziyi's martial arts skills, not what he saw in the painting."
Zheng Baishi hesitated, "But Meng Jin is dead, how can we try the ones on the painting? And if we try it out, can we have a way to determine the cause of Meng Jin's death?"
Yan Chi shook his head, "Right now, there is only one reason for fighting over the Meng family's property. Try it and see if there are other reasons. If there is no other reason, it is only natural to imprison Meng Hui."
In the evening, Qin Wan received a message from Yan Chi.
After reading what was said in the letter, Qin Wan frowned deeply.
Knowing that the letter was sent by Yan Chi, Fu Ling hurriedly said, "What did His Royal Highness say? Why is Miss so sad?"
Qin Wan shook his head, "It's not good news about the case of the Meng family."
After Fuling heard the words, she didn't ask any more questions, and Qin Wan asked, "What can rose seeds do?"
Yan Chi's letter not only mentioned the matter of Mencius Yi, but also the investigation results of the second wife of the Meng family. The second wife's fiancé-in-law suddenly died suddenly. After the investigation, it turned out that the fiancé-in-law of the second lady died of the plague in the summer. In this way, the possibility of man-made is too small, and the rose seeds, not only did not find out who liked it in the Meng Mansion Rose flowers, there is no one in the Meng family who can use rose flowers as medicine for their illnesses.
Fu Ling thought for a while after hearing the words, "The seeds of rose flowers are naturally used to grow flowers."
"Then what if no one grows roses?"
Poria tilted her head, "No one grows flowers, but there are seeds. Could it be used as medicine?"
"Isn't that medicine?"
Fu Ling seemed to be stumped, "This... This servant can't think of it."
Qin Wan didn't want to embarrass Fu Ling, so she sighed and said nothing more.
On this side, Banxia saw that Qin Wan's teacup was out of tea, so she stepped forward to add more tea, but when she poured it, a lot of broken tea powder came out, and Fu Ling said after seeing it, "Did you forget to take it?" New tea came out? How did you brew the broken tea?"
Ban Xia hurriedly said, "There's still a little left in the tea pot, and the servant didn't want to waste it, so I poured it all into the tea pot."
Fu Ling sighed, "It's okay, don't use tea dust next time." As he said that, he was about to remove Qin Wan's teacup.
Qin Wan patted her hand, "The powdered tea...could it be Chinese rose tea? When picking rose flowers, I also picked the remaining flowers with seeds, and after drinking it at the end, there were only seeds left?"
Fu Ling laughed a little when she heard that, "Miss, did you say scented tea? Naturally, what you drink should be in full bloom, and it's not dried flowers for bathing. If it's for bathing, you can pick whatever you want."
Qin Wan's eyes lit up, "Bath?"
Fu Ling nodded, "That's right. I used to pick peony flowers for Miss in Jinzhou's garden. At that time, I didn't dare to pick more. Some flowers were half withered. The servants also picked them, and then dried them. At the bottom, there was a layer of peonies. layers of seeds."
Qin Wan stood up, her eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of..."
As he spoke, he looked at Fuling again, "Fuling, you really helped me a lot this time!"
Fu Ling was stunned for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly, "Did the servant help Miss Shang?"
Qin Wan asked, "What kind of flowers do we use here? Are there any dried flowers?"
Fu Ling hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes."
There are a lot of things for bathing in the noble daughter's house, such as balm and fragrance, and when the flower petals are gone, there are dried flowers. Now it is the middle of winter, and dried flowers are used the most. Then, in the bathroom, she took out a small brocade box. When the brocade box was opened, sure enough, there was a box full of dried flowers inside.
"Miss, ours is peony."
Qin Wan took the brocade box and looked at the bottom of the brocade box. After looking at it, he saw some flower seeds and a lot of petal debris underneath. Qin Wan thought for a moment, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.
It was a few days after her autopsy, and if Meng Jin had drowned in a bathtub or a bathtub, he would have inhaled tiny petals, but after a few days, those tiny petal fragments had been absorbed by the drowning and gastrointestinal tract. Digested with the liquid, the prototype could not be discerned in the end, only the flower seeds remained in his intestines and stomach.
Thinking of this, Qin Wan hurriedly wrote to Yan Chi again.