In an elegant courtyard in Lingcheng.
Jing Yinuo stood on the porch, looking at the snowflakes falling in the sky.
This is already the third heavy snowfall.
The price of food and cloth in the entire Lingcheng has been rising, and people with a keen sense of smell have begun to stock up on goods.
"Sir, you'd better come inside. It's cold outside. The cold this winter is particularly severe. Be careful of catching the wind chill."
Azheng brought out a sable cloak and put it on for Jing Yinuo.
He glanced at the white snow in the courtyard and couldn't help but wonder: "Sir, why do you think the snow is so heavy this year? Although auspicious snow heralds a good year, it's not normal for snow to be too heavy."
"As you can see, your young master has naturally discovered a long time ago that there is a snowstorm all over the country this year." Jing Yinuo sighed, stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake.
Why haven't you replied yet
According to his calculations, it was time for them to reply at this time.
In a farmhouse on the outskirts of Lingcheng, a young man who looked like a farmer came out of the house.
He straightened out his ill-fitting clothes, put on his fur hat and set out in the wind and snow.
More than half an hour later, he arrived at an inn in Lingcheng.
I asked for a guest room, changed into a set of porter's clothes, and went out quietly when no one was around.
After many twists and turns, I finally arrived at a secluded mansion.
After knocking on the door three times regularly and waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the door finally opened.
A pair of eyes appeared from the crack in the door and asked in a low voice: "Is there any news?"
"Yeah!" The person outside quickly replied.
The eyes inside made sure there was no one outside, and then let him in.
The young man walked quickly to the door of the flower hall, shook off the snow on his body, briefly took care of his appearance, and then nodded and quietly walked in.
When he arrived at the desk, he knelt down respectfully and made a big salute: "I see you, Your Highness."
The person sitting was Jiang Yuancheng, wearing a fine sable cloak. He stopped the brush in his hand and looked up at the person in front of him: "Intercepted?"
"Yes, Your Highness despises it." The young man stood up and took out a bloody letter from his sleeve.
He put it down in front of Jiang Yuancheng, then bowed and backed away without asking any more questions.
Jiang Yuancheng opened the envelope, saw the handwriting inside, and curled his lips contemptuously: "The little emperor is really amazing. He actually found Jing Yinuo. It's just a pity..."
He won't see this letter.
Jiang Yuancheng raised his hand and handed the letter to the candle. The flames quickly engulfed the entire letter.
He raised his hand and threw it into the porcelain jar next to him.
After a while, Jiang Yuancheng stood up and said, "Here comes someone."
The person guarding the door quickly came in.
"Can Jing Yinuo wear the sable cloak?"
The visitor replied: "Your Highness, don't worry. Mr. Jing did not accept it, but the boy next to him, Ah Zheng, is coming next."
"That's good, I'll go meet him again today."
Kangcheng, Yamen.
The people sent by Jiang Yuanhan finally came back and brought back even more worrying news.
After reading the letter, he held his forehead and remained silent for a long time.
Until someone knocked on the door outside: "Your Highness, Madam is here."
He then stood up and went to the door to greet Wen Qingzhu.
Wen Qingzhu stepped in, with a thin layer of snow falling on his head, his face turned pale, and his lips became more and more red.
Bright eyes, red lips, and a pure face make people unable to take their eyes away.
"Yuanhan?"
After calling out and getting no response, Wen Qingzhu took the initiative to walk inside.
After a while, Jiang Yuanhan woke up, lowered his head and hurriedly followed.
After both of them sat down, Wen Qingzhu glanced at the desk and asked him, "Have you received the news from outside?"
"Um."
"How is it going?"
"not too good."
"Can it be solved?"
"Let me think about it."
Wen Qingzhu stood up: "Well, if you have any problems, you can come to me as soon as possible. Here in Kangcheng, I have asked Tian Chong to integrate all the grain merchants and prevent them from transporting the grain out."
"Sister is leaving?" Jiang Yuanhan then raised his head and looked at her in panic.
Wen Qingzhu turned around, took the account book from Lu Tao, and handed it to him: "Since you want to find a solution by yourself, then I believe you."
Without saying much, Wen Qingzhu gave a few simple instructions, turned around and left.
At the gate of the government office, she met Ning Ping who was returning.
He was not wearing official uniform, but was wearing cyan casual clothes. It seemed that he had gone outside the city. The bottom of his robe was stained with a lot of yellow mud, and there were also some traces of melted snow.
"Madam is here?" Ning Ping saw the person clearly and quickly saluted and said hello.
Wen Qingzhu waved his hand and saw the two boxes in the hands of the government servant behind him.
Then he asked: "What are you doing, Mr. Ning?"
"There have been two murder cases outside the city recently, which caused panic in the town outside. Wei Chen went over incognito to take a look and found out some clues."
He looked at the box in the hands of the person behind him again: "I got some evidence, and I'm going to check it out first."
"Do you need help?"
Wen Qingzhu was a little curious about the contents of the box.
Ning Ping thought about it for a moment and nodded: "I'm very grateful, Madam."
Follow Ning Ping to the prison.
After waiting for a while, the head catcher and the gangster came over.
Both boxes were opened. There was a bloody bellyband on the left side, and a bowl of rancid food on the right side.
First, let him check to make sure there is no poison in the food.
I also checked the bellyband carefully and there was no problem.
"Where did this food and bellyband come from?" Wen Qingzhu was a little surprised. How could these two pieces of evidence be discovered together? Is it evidence of two murders, or one? "
Ning Ping replied: "The two murder cases were not far from each other, so they came back together."
"What specific case is it?" Wen Qingzhu's eyes wandered over the two physical evidences and asked again.
After recalling it for a long time, Ning Ping slowly said: "The previous one was a peasant woman named Wang who died in the kitchen. She was strangled to death. This bloody bellyband was found in the deceased's room."
"The deceased's room? Are their kitchen and their bedroom in a row of rooms?"
Wen Qingzhu turned to the recording officer and looked at the book in his hand.
It was discovered that the layout of the deceased's house was not recorded in the booklet.
"Give me the booklet." Ning Ping took the booklet and quickly drew the layout of the deceased's house.
Passing it to Wen Qingzhu: "There are two deceased people, and the previous distance between the two families is also marked."
Wen Qingzhu took it and took a look and found that the kitchen and the deceased's bedroom were far away.
Because the kitchen is sitting alone in the back yard.
I checked the identity of the deceased again. This peasant woman was not very old, but her husband was ten years older than her.
I carefully looked through the relationship tree posted by the deceased and found nothing unusual.
She looked at the information about the other deceased person.
The other person who died was a young man about the same age as the peasant woman, and his family relationship was very simple.
But on the last page, Wen Qingzhu saw that the two deceased people each had a purse, one mandarin duck and one mandarin duck, which matched perfectly.
"What's going on?" Wen Qingzhu raised the book.
Ning Ping explained: "This peasant woman Wang had been married to Liu Fei three years ago, but the negotiation broke down because of the betrothal gift. Later, she married Zhu Dayi. We initially suspected that Zhu Dayi killed them, but Zhu Dayi could It proves that they were not at home at all before and after their death.”
"How long has this case been taking place?" Wen Qingzhu couldn't help but glance at the bowl of sour food.
"Ten days."
Wen Qingzhu stared at the bowl of food and thought for a moment whether she was overthinking it.
"Madam, do you have any ideas?" Ning Ping asked immediately.
After a while, she shook her head: "No, let's do this for now. You continue to investigate. If there is no progress, I will try to find a way to find out."
"Thank you ma'am."
Ning Ping personally sent Wen Qingzhu away. When he came back, he saw someone beating drums to complain.
Looking closely, that person was Zhu Dayi's mother.
More and more people gathered around him. Ning Ping thought for a moment, bypassed the crowd, and returned to the Yamen through the back door.
Wen Qingzhu, who was sitting in the carriage, naturally knew what was going on behind the scenes.
There's a reason she didn't stay.
After returning, Wen Qingzhu immediately went to find Uncle Zhong.
It was found that Zhongbo was giving Beidou an acupuncture.
"Is he sick?" Wen Qingzhu was a little surprised.
Beidou wanted to stand up, but was held down by Uncle Zhong and couldn't move.
"Why are you here, Miss?"
Wen Qingzhu walked to them and observed the acupuncture points on Beidou's body.
He asked very puzzledly: "Is there something wrong with his throat?"
Uncle Zhong nodded, pointed to three of the acupuncture points and said, "I used to learn some medical skills from the adults. I have seen cases like this. He still has a chance to speak."
"Really?" Wen Qingzhu was a little surprised. He asked Beidou to stretch out his hand and check, and found that his pulse was indeed different from before.
I looked at his throat again and saw some very subtle changes.
Uncle Zhong explained it, and Wen Qingzhu understood the principle.
It would be better if Beidou could talk.
"By the way, I came here to ask Uncle Zhong for a favor. I remember my grandpa said before that there is a poison that only exists when a person is alive and disappears when he dies. Uncle Zhong, do you still remember what it is?"
After pondering for a moment, Uncle Zhong replied: "I can't remember it for the moment, but I definitely know what Xue Ren said. I'll ask the lady."
"Sorry to trouble you." Wen Qingzhu nodded, hoping that she had guessed wrong.
In fact, the deaths of Wang and Liu Fei were a bit strange. There were no fatal injuries, and there were no obvious signs of poisoning on their bodies.
The death seemed to come naturally, which really worried her.
When going out, Beidou suddenly stood up.
He followed Wen Qingzhu's steps to the door, without taking off the silver needle on his head.
Wen Qingzhu suddenly turned around and saw his eyes scanning the yard, and finally fixed on Lu Tao.
"Who are you looking at?"
Beidou gestured, indicating that he was looking for Xi'er.
Wen Qingzhu could only sigh: "She doesn't want to see you now. When she wants to see you, she will naturally come over."
He quickly gestured again: When
"I don't know. You should first follow Uncle Zhong to understand our living habits here. When you fully understand, you will know why she doesn't want to see you."
Beidou looked very disappointed. Uncle Zhong in the room called him, and he turned around and went in.
Looking at Beidou's lonely figure, Wen Qingzhu looked back at the door of the yard, where Xi'er was standing outside.
She must have heard what she said.
Wen Qingzhu now actually hopes that Xi'er can like Beidou.
But she couldn't do things like feelings herself, and she couldn't ask others for it.
In the afternoon, it snowed heavily again.
The weather was overcast and there was no trace of skylight.
Wen Qingzhu sat in the room, recalling the events of his previous life and writing down the disaster that year with a pen.
Things have changed in this lifetime, but there are still many examples to draw from.
Cash-for-work is the best solution.
But now there is no project large enough to accommodate so many victims.
The most important thing is that in the last canal project, the people who were really useful were men.
Most of the women were abandoned, sold off, etc. when they arrived.
After the disaster passed, the man who had the ability to survive wanted to marry a wife, which almost caused conflicts.
At that time, there were cases of young women being abducted and robbed.
As a result, no woman dared to go out in Kangcheng for a while.