Murong Lian rushed over in a hurry, but Jun Shang was not nervous.
He teased the two golden beasts beside the charcoal basin and listened to them sing praises to him every word and every word. In other words, let him concentrate on closing the case, and don't worry about anything else.
"The king's city is heavily guarded. Even if Gu Mang really colluded with that cook, what could he do? Can he turn the sky over?"
Murong Lian said anxiously: "Your Majesty must not be careless, this is a negligence of the minister, if your Majesty makes a mistake..."
The king put down the golden incense stick that was fiddling with incense: "Okay, Gu still doesn't know you? People escaped from your other garden. You are in such a hurry, that is, you are afraid that Gu will be held accountable."
After he said that, he glanced at Murong Lian with a half-smile, "Ah Lian, you are Gu's blood brother, even if you relax, how could Gu blame you for this kind of thing."
After the emperor ascended the throne, he always called his brothers and sisters the official titles, but in private, he still occasionally called Murong Lian A Lian.
Especially when it is necessary to comfort people's hearts, it is natural to reflect the intimacy of blood relatives.
"As for Gu Mang, if you really don't worry about it, you'll just put him in a prison. I don't think he can fly with his wings."
Murong Lian reluctantly settled down, agreed, and then asked, "Your Majesty, if the circumstances of the case require it in the future, can I allow the minister to go to interrogate him?"
"You judge, what can't be judged?"
"That minister's punishment—"
Jun Shang glanced at him, smiled, and snorted again: "Everyone said that Jie Xue Xi and cruel officials Wang Shu are true. You can't pry the truth from other people's mouths without punishment. Bar?"
Murong Lian coughed lightly, "Then Gu Mang is not an ordinary person after all."
"Okay, you can judge how you want. Pay attention to your sense of proportion. Gu Jian Xi and Jun are still obsessed with him. The two of you bicker in the palace. It's interesting to fight once, but it's annoying to fight the second time. ."
The king played with the jade beads in his hand, and said lightly, "Take it yourself, don't let Gu see him participate in your case because of this matter."
After talking, he rolled his eyes: "One is a military official, and the other is a hereditary prince. In order to avenge his personal revenge, he made a three-year-old child grab a toy. I really can't see it."
Murong Lian: "..."
The sun rises in the east, the dawn breaks, and the townspeople get up and go out one after another, chatting and chatting. The murder case in Hongyanlou last night was quickly leaked out, and quickly spread throughout the royal city, becoming the hottest topic of discussion among the people of the imperial capital after a meal.
For a while, up to the elderly, down to the drooping little ones, when they get together, they can actually say something.
"In just one night, almost all the people in the building died. It's so miserable!"
"Oops! Omg! Has the killer caught it?"
"I ran away early! Before I ran, I wrote a poem on the wall, which said 'Easy to get a priceless treasure, hard to find Gemdale'!"
"How come the version I heard is 'I am lonely, I sincerely accept my wife and concubine'?"
"Uh... Who knows, anyway, Hongyan Tower has been blocked, and no one can enter except for the personnel investigating the case. But I want to say, whether it is 'easy to get a thousand gold and priceless treasure, it is hard to find a gem in a night' ', or 'I am lonely, I sincerely accept my wife and concubines', it all sounds like a case of robbing sex and not robbing money."
"Could it be a flower-picker with a quirk of murder?"
The rumors became more and more mysterious. In the end, a storyteller came up with such a statement: "The Hongyan Tower is too turbid, and he has provoked a lecherous ghost. Taking advantage of the dark moon and wind to kill the night, he ran into the building, Hehe, men, kill first and then rape! Women, rape first and then kill! That specter is very brave, he raped and killed more than 70 people in Hongyan Tower in one night, and he was so cold that Elder Yu, who was over 500 years old in a row, never let go! "
All the tea guests were stunned.
"It's too frustrating."
One of the tea guests couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahahaha!!!"
"Young Master Yue? You, what's wrong with you?"
"Hahahahaha!" The person who laughed so hard was Yue Chenqing, who was in a panic, he said happily, "After listening to so many versions, it's still yours the funniest, raped and killed more than seventy people in one night, big brother, that flower picking The thief is afraid that it is not brave, but premature ejaculation hahaha!!”
The originally horrified atmosphere was disturbed by him, but it was all destroyed in an instant. People laughed and shook their heads, and even the girls covered their mouths and snickered. Mr. Storyteller was embarrassed, but the other party was the young master of the Yue family, so he couldn't get angry with the guests, so he could only laugh and say, "Yes, yes, what the young master Yue said is true."
Then the play "The Flower Picker Mighty, Fighting the Seventy in the Night" was adapted by Yue Chenqing and turned into "The Flower Picker Premature Ejaculation, Killing the Blue House Guest".
Those in the city who were not in the mood to listen to this discussion were probably the relatives and friends of the murdered guests, the guards who were too busy, the Shennongtai group, and the two gods Xi and Wangshu.
Inside Wangshu Mansion, a squire bowed his head and said:
"Lord. The servant of Luomei Bieyuan you want to mention is here."
Murong Lian had just finished pumping the two canisters and said, "Okay, let him in."
The servant hurriedly entered the hall, knelt down on Murong Lian and reported, "The little slave has seen the Divine Lord Wangshu, the Divine Lord Wanan—"
"Okay, don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, do you live in the same house with the runaway cook?"
"Yes."
"Come, tell me, what kind of virtue does that cook usually have."
The servant said: "Uh... That cook was sent to the other garden in five years. He doesn't like to talk on weekdays.
Murong Lian asked, "Has this person ever had a grudge against a brothel woman in the past?"
"I don't have any grudges," the servant replied, "but I heard that he was very lustful when he was in Liao Kingdom. When he saw a beautiful girl, he wanted to take it for himself. It is said that he also slept with his sworn brother's wife."
"..." Murong Lian sighed, "It's a color embryo."
While sighing like this, he thought, maybe the folk saying is right, that cook may be a lecherous flower thief with some kind of perversion. Otherwise, why did he keep those five women by his side
Murong Lian asked again, "Where is he and Gu Mang? Are there any contacts?"
"Looks like there's no personal relationship at all."
"..." Murong Lian pondered for a while, then said, "I see, you go down."
After the servant had retreated, Murong Lian said to the squire again:
"Bring me the warmest silver fox fur robe, I'm going to the underworld to interrogate Gu Mang."
If Murong Lian's side focused on "trial", Mo Xi's side focused entirely on "investigation".
He is looking into the details of the case.
The Hongyanlou case is really too strange—if it is a ghost, how would it be written? If you are alive, why dig your heart
So Mo Xi ordered Shennongtai to continue to carefully examine the wounds of the deceased, and they should be able to find out some clues.
Sure enough, after examining them one by one, the pharmacists found some traces of sword wounds that had been covered up. But those traces were really surprising, and even made the whole case even more confusing.
"What's wrong with the wound?"
"..." The Yaoxiu hesitated, and said three words, "Broken Water Sword."
Mo Xi raised his head abruptly: "Li Qingqian, the sword of water breaking?"
"Exactly."
Mo Xi murmured, "...how could it be..."
Li Qingqian, the master of swordsmanship, is a monk from Lichun Kingdom.
His family was poor and kind-hearted. He had traveled south and north for more than ten years, killing countless evil spirits, but he was too simple. Many times he was clearly risking his life to eliminate disasters and ward off evil spirits for everyone, but he was always killed by monks with ulterior motives. Taking the credit, so since his debut for more than ten years, he has been unknown and has lived a very difficult life.
Until that year, he fought the "Women's Crying Mountain" battle.
The Mountain of Women's Weeping is located in the territory of Liao Kingdom, and its original name was Fengyu Mountain, but later the Liao Kingdom army brought in a group of women from nowhere. this.
The explanation of the national teacher of Liao Kingdom is that "watching the celestial phenomena at night, the mountain gods here need sacrifices."
After those women were buried with hatred, their grievances lingered in the sky. Many scattered cultivators went to suppress them and lost their lives at the hands of female ghosts. Therefore, Fengyu Mountain was feared by the surrounding villagers as "Women's Crying Mountain".
"The girl marries the mountain, weeping at night, one hates the duckweed body, the second hates the thin face, and the third hates the mistake with Lang Yongshi.
The red-bellied child, the golden-crowned man, had a miserable smile on his face, blood and tears on the second, and the passer-by could not leave with the third. "
What I mean is that there are countless beauties and white bones buried alive on this mountain. If you want to take this mountain, you must be at the peak of yang energy in a day, and there must be no children, children, sick and old people in the team, otherwise it will tempt hundreds of female ghosts in the mountain. Injustice - as long as you hear three laughter behind you, a female ghost will appear, and all the passers-by will die in the mountains.
After Li Qingqian heard about this, he came to Nukushan to fight ghosts. Although he had executed countless evil spirits at that time, because he was never good at managing his reputation, not many people knew about him.
When the local government saw him as a young man with patches on his clothes, he was not a great person at first sight. It's better to cherish your life and don't take risks."
But Li Qingqian only said that he was not seeking money, and then he went up the mountain alone with a sword.
It's been three days since everyone went, just when everyone lamented that another monk had died in the mountain, there was a sudden cry of hundreds of women crying from the mountain of women's crying, and a bunch of people could be seen in a radius of 100 miles. Bi-color Huaguang—
"The water-breaking sword technique can penetrate the sky and the earth, breaking through the sky."
These are the words that people sighed when they talked about that sword later.
It is gold that always shines, Li Qingqian finally became famous after being buried for so long. Up to now, countless storytellers are still very keen to talk about his clear and dignified style back then—the blue-colored cloth clothes fluttering, holding the sword in one hand and the soul-gathering lamp in the other, floating down the mountain road.
What is even more rare is that in this battle, Li Qingqian trapped the souls of a hundred ghosts. These souls are the best for refining. If they are sold to the refining masters, they will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of their life.
But Li Qingqian couldn't bear it.
"They are all poor people's girls. At such a young age, they were buried alive in the mountains and turned into ghosts to hurt people. cruel."
So he decided to go to the immortal island with abundant spiritual energy in the East China Sea to save the dead souls of these hundreds of girls. He knew that they had too many resentments and too many people. It might take more than ten years to achieve success. So before leaving, he gave his "Broken Water Sword Manual" to his younger brother, and told his younger brother to practice diligently, and then rely on this swordsmanship to do what he can.
He then disappeared into the vast world.
The Yaoxiu from Shennongtai said cautiously, "Although Li Zongshi has the name of Gao Yi, these corpses are indeed traces of the Water-Breaking Sword, so could the rumors be untrue?"
"Impossible." Mo Xi closed his eyes and said, "I was fortunate enough to meet Li Qingqian once before he became famous. He is indeed a decent person and would never do such a despicable thing."
"Could that be his brother?"
Mo Xi shook his head: "The Water-Breaking Sword is very difficult to repair. It cannot be used without ten or twenty years of hard work. Li Houde has only taken over his brother's sword manual for a few short years, and the time is not right."
After Shennongtai's medicine repair report was finished, Mo Xi sat in the courtyard, closed his eyes, frowned, and thought carefully about the connection between these things.
Li Wei asked curiously from the side: "My lord, everyone is saying that this thief is a flower-picker. Due to some eccentric hobby, he killed most of the people in the building, but left five beautiful women to take away. don't you see it that way?"
"He is not."
Li Wei did not expect that Mo Xi would directly deny the most flamboyant speculation, and was stunned: "Why, why?"
Mo Xi unfolded a spiritual power jade scroll on the table, and the names and appearances of the people who died in this incident and the five missing people immediately appeared on it.
"Look at this."
Li Wei leaned over and looked at it carefully for a long time, but didn't see anything wrong, so he replied: "This subordinate is stupid and can't see the secret."
"… "
Mo Xi said, "Out of everyone, you pick out the five best looking ones."
Li Wei likes to do things like giving small points to others and ranking second, so he quickly named a few beauties in the brothel: "This, this... Hey, no, this is not as good-looking as the one next to it..."
After choosing happily, Xi Hejun asked from the side: "Did you notice that none of the people you chose was the girl who was taken away by the 'flower picker'?"
"Ah..." Li Wei was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide to see, "Sure enough..."
"Don't leave the oiran in the brothel. So many beautiful singers have been headed, but these five are left alone." Mo Xi looked at the small statue on the jade scroll and folded his arms, as if he was with Li Wei The explanation seems to be talking, and he is lost in thought again.
"He didn't do it for robbery."
"… "
"I am lonely, and I am sincere in accepting his wife and concubines. I am afraid it is not his sincerity."
At this moment, a servant from Xihe Mansion suddenly ran over and hurriedly said, "My lord, my lord—"
"What's wrong." Mo Xi turned his head and frowned, "What happened again?"
"You asked Xiao Lizi in the prison to keep an eye on Gu Mang's movements. Just now, Xiao Lizi sent a message and said that Wang Shujun suspected that Gu Mang had something to do with the murderer of the Hongyanlou murder case, so, so..."
Mo Xi's expression changed immediately: "So what?"
"That's why he interrogated Gu Mang alone. In the cold room, there was no room, no windows, Xiao Li didn't know what was going on, and he didn't dare to rush you, so he waited until Wang Shujun came out... ... Gu Mang has... He has... "
He swallowed hard, plucking up the courage to speak.
However, Mo Xi couldn't wait for him to finish his words, he had already thrown off the jade scroll, and ran towards the Wangcheng Yin Prison without looking back.