The violent prince's wife as a small wife

Chapter 9, 9, Stealing
You know, it's early winter, and it's late at dawn, at two quarters of the Yin hour, which is basically like five or six o'clock in modern times, and the sky is still dark.

In Jiang Ci's impression, he had never heard of Aunt Qing's health preservation like this.

"What does she want to eat?" Jiang Ci asked.

The man shook his head and said: "Those are the things that the nobles love to eat, and the slaves dare not ask in detail...Anyway, they are made with fruit and some kind of sauce...The slave is just a janitor. Your servants don't know either."

That's it.

Shang Xingchuan waved the back of his hand, and said lightly, "Go down."

"Wait, let me ask again, are you sure you didn't come in this morning, right?" Jiang Ci asked.

The man nodded sharply.

"it is good."

The man was visibly relieved and almost ran away.

Aunt Qing was very strange. She ordered her servants to open the storeroom early in the morning before dawn, saying that they wanted to eat some fruit, but in fact, the preservation effect of the ice cellar is different from that of modern refrigerators. If you want to choose delicious fruits, then you must Good season.

In ancient times, making ice and using ice was more troublesome than in modern times. Although Aunt Qing was not the original owner's mother, it must be said that she was not the kind of person who was arrogant and lustful and treated children harshly.

Jiang Ci said in a low voice: "It's actually rare to open this ice cellar, Aunt Qing is acting weird today."

Shang Xingchuan said, "Go in and have a look?"

Jiang Ci shook her head, she held the oil lamp in her hand, and said, "I can go in alone, and you all don't come down."

Since it is an ice cellar, it is impossible to completely dry the ground. There is a thin layer of water stains on the ground, which is not obvious and will not make people slip, but if you look closely, you can see footprints.

If there is no accident, the scene of Chen Rui's death is here. Jiang Ci needs to confirm the traces here first.

She knelt on the ground cautiously, holding an oil lamp and a lens, changing various angles bit by bit, looking for footprints on the ground.

Shang Xingchuan didn't speak, and it wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that Jiang Cifang straightened up and said, "No...are there more lamps? Neither torches nor torches are acceptable, only oil lamps."

The ice cellar was originally underground and there was no light. Although the ice layer would have a certain brightness after reflecting light, it was far from enough for delicate tasks such as trace inspection.

Shang Xingchuan didn't say much, he just glanced at the guard behind him.

Shang Xingchuan had several guards, and they usually followed behind him silently, not talking much, just a tool for pointing and hitting.

The guards quickly brought all the oil lamps, but Jiang Ci didn't let them down, but put the oil lamps in a clean area without footprints.

After a lot of light, Jiang Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and the speed was much faster.

"There are three groups of footprints according to the preliminary judgment. They are quite messy, so I can't tell the specific situation that happened at that time, but... there is a woman among them."

Jiang Ci blinked her sore eyes, straightened her waist, and said seriously: "The female footprint is about six inches six long, with no patterns on the soles, and a thin body, about 1.5 meters five...ah no, four feet six. "

About four feet six, that is, between 1.5 meters and 1.6 meters five, belongs to the common height of ancient women. After all, the first is that the nutrition is not as good as modern people, and the second is because most of the rich ladies who are well-fed are not very fond of sports.

Jiang Ci continued to point to the traces on the ground that they couldn't see anything, as if he was lying with his eyes open, "There are several traces of dragging on the ground, but no dragging injuries were found on Chen Rui's body during the autopsy last night. "

Shang Xingchuan's eyes moved slightly, "The other party may have it."

Jiang Ci shook his head, with a hesitant tone, "The current situation is that there has been no fighting in this place."

Obviously, the ice cellar is not big. If two people fight here, the fruit in the basket will inevitably be knocked off. Anyone who has eaten the fruit must know that the fruit will be damaged after it falls to the ground. The longer it takes, the more obvious it will be.

Every fruit in the basket is clean and no problem.

It is known that a person was dragged here, and most people will subconsciously associate it with the deceased Chen Rui, and think that it was caused by someone trying to drag Chen Rui.

But how could there be no wounds on the body?

Jiang Ci's brows were furrowed tightly, she picked up the pile of clothes, looked at them over and over, and then... her eyes suddenly froze.

Shang Xingchuan looked along where her oil lamp was shining, and also paused.

That's a few white spots.

……

Jiang Ci lightly coughed twice, and took the hot tea handed to her by Shang Xingchuan's guard.

It can only be said that this young lady does not usually like to exercise, so she just bent over and looked at it for half an hour, and she couldn't stand upright when she stood on the painful side.

She squatted on the pony saddle, watching her concubine Jiang You, who was not far away through the veil, was squirming and approaching here.

Fortunately, the original body was probably not very familiar with these concubine younger sisters, and the addition of a long curtain hat covered her tightly, so no one in the house recognized her.

Shang Xingchuan was instructing the guards at the door of the ice cellar, when he turned around, he saw Jiang You approaching.

She was still holding a small purse in her hand, and before she could speak, her face blushed.

"Your Highness... Your Highness... I have seen His Highness King Yu, the little girl Jiang You, who is... in Jiang's family." A simple sentence, stammering.

Jiang Ci thought about eating melons, anyway, no one knew that he was peeking through the veiled hat.

Shang Xingchuan frowned, seemed a little impatient, and said lightly, "So?"

Jiang You pursed her lips, mustered up the courage to hand out the purse in her hand, "This is... the heart of the little girl."

It's actually a confession, which is a bit interesting.

Shang Xingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and it was almost a while before Jiang Ci heard him speak in a cold voice, "The one who has a marriage contract with this king is your sister."

Jiang You's face suddenly turned from red to white, looking very exciting.

She stammered, "I didn't mean that, I just..."

Shang Xingchuan didn't bother to listen to another word from her, so he waved his hand, "Take it down."

The guard stepped forward immediately. Jiang You was half afraid and half ashamed. Before the guard stepped forward, she was about to run away, but she was stopped by the guard again.

Jiang You:?
Shang Xingchuan's eyes were calm, and his tone was equally calm, "Leave the purse."

Jiang You:? ? ?
She didn't dare to think about what was there, she could only reluctantly attribute it to the fact that King Yu might have a habit of collecting purses.

She gave the purse to the guard again, and left cautiously.

Jiang Ci was watching the excitement when suddenly a small purse fell from the sky, followed by Shang Xingchuan who said a few more words as if he was going to die, "Look."

Jiang Ci: "...Oh."

Jiang Ci understood that he meant to let her keep Jiang You's female celebrity, because it might be useful.

(End of this chapter)