The emperor's uncle is the only favorite: the mysterious doctor's crazy concubine is going

Chapter 283 Interrogation
  It was completely dark, and there was only one oil lamp working in the small courtyard.
  Aunt Yuan ordered her maid to find it. There was not much oil left in it, and the flame on the wick crackled with the remaining oil.
  The fire is big for a while and small for a while.
  Reflected on Shen Zhuoxi's face, the expression on her face was dark and unclear.
  After Huizhi finished speaking, he couldn't make up his mind for a moment, and reminded in a low voice: "The prince doesn't know the reason, he thinks you are really buried in the sea of ​​fire, and he is furious ahead."
  "Both the grand master and the young master were injured, and the young master even lost half his life. In order to save the young master, the grand master even carried the emperor out. The prince values ​​you and treats you as a treasure. With the prince's temper, I'm afraid... …”
  Huizhi didn't finish the rest of the words, she just stared at Shen Zhuoxi's face.
  "Yes, Miss Second." Seeing this, Aunt Yuan also persuaded softly: "We have been out for half an hour. There are not enough oil lamps, and the old lady also needs medicine."
  "If the delay continues, there will be greater misunderstandings outside, and won't the gains outweigh the losses?"
  Shen Zhuoxi looked sideways at the oil lamp, and the beating candlelight cast a little starlight in her eyes.
  She paused, looked back, and said: "Okay, you just wait here, Jing'an Garden is gone, and the old lady has no place to move for the time being. Zhuzhu will leave her behind, and Hui Zhi and I will go out."
  Aunt Yuan moved her lips, wanting to say something but not daring to say it, so she nodded silently.
  At the entrance of Jing'an Garden, after Shen Heshan's words, Jing Muling stood still like a sculpture.
  There was silence all around, and no one dared to move.
  But Zhengqing, who was close, could clearly see the veins popping up on Jing Muling's forehead, as if she was furious.
  Usually on the battlefield, in this state, the enemy will be in bad luck!
  But this is not a battlefield, and the people opposite are not enemies. They are the Grand Master of Dongchen State and his son.
  If he really killed someone in his anger, Zhengqing suddenly shuddered and didn't dare to think about it anymore.
  He quickly spoke up and reminded again: "Master, Master Shen can't move for the time being. He must give an explanation to the second lady. If he dies like this, his life will be lost, but the truth cannot be revealed."
  "In the end, if others really think that it was the second young lady who accidentally caused the fire in Jing'an Garden, wouldn't that mean she will be stigmatized?"
  Jing Muling took a deep breath, almost squeezing the words out from between her teeth, and spoke slowly, word for word: "Okay, I will spare your life for now. Tell me, what did you say just now?" Who did you hear that from?”
  Shen Zehuan had just been stepped into the soil. Not only was his mouth and nose unbearably pungent, but his head was still buzzing as he was stepped on, and he still couldn't recover.
  When he heard the question, he didn't dare to delay. He quickly endured the discomfort and pain and said stumblingly: "Back to the prince, I listened to the words of the maid who escaped from Jing'an Garden."
  "Bring him here." Jing Muling's voice was cold: "I will interrogate him personally."
  Shen Zehuan turned sideways and winked at the boy.
  The young man understood and immediately went to call over the maids who went to eat in Jing'an Garden during dinner time. There must be more than ten maids in total.
  However, most of them work as sweepers and roughnecks outside, and only four or five can serve inside the house.
  They were already frightened, but now when they looked at the furious Jing Muling, no one dared to speak, lowered their heads, and wanted to bury their heads in the ground.
  To the outside world, Jing Muling's eyes have not yet recovered, so Zheng Qing naturally spoke up about the interrogation: "When you left Jing'an Garden, was there anything unusual inside?"
  The maids looked at each other and did not dare to speak.
  "To tell the truth, if there is anything to hide, it will be treated as if it is an evil intention." Seeing this, Zhengqing said sternly.
  The maids were all frightened. In order to prove his innocence, one of them quickly stammered: "The maids went to have dinner together. There was nothing unusual in Jing'an Garden before leaving."
  Zhengqing said coldly: "It is said that the second lady lit a scented candle by the bedside. Is it true or false?"
  The maid nodded, and her voice became a little weaker unconsciously: "That's true."
  "Do you think the incense candle caused the fire?" Zhengqing walked up to several people, holding a torch in his hand, and carefully distinguished their expressions.
  The maid faced the firelight. Although she was afraid, she still said in a trembling voice: "I think this is impossible, not to mention that the incense candle is still some distance away from the bed, just like what His Highness King Yu said before."
  "Even if the incense candle accidentally ignites something, and there are several people in the house, there will still be time to come out and call for help, or save yourself, so that no one can escape."
  "What do you think?" Zhengqing looked at the others again.
  Several others also began to echo:
  "Yes, this slave thinks so too."
  "There has never been any precedent of incense candles igniting things. The incense candles brought by the second lady are to soothe the nerves and are for the sake of the old lady."
  "The old lady has been feeling unwell since this afternoon. She has been vomiting non-stop. Although she got better after taking medicine, it started again soon. The second lady's incense candle is indeed to help the old lady rest peacefully for a while."
  "With so many people in the house, they would be able to detect a fire. I think this is something fishy."
  "The lack of guarantee is because someone did something to take advantage of the lack of people during the meal."
  "..."
  The words they all said to each other all followed Jing Muling's words, for fear that one of them would get into trouble.
  But the maid in green clothes knelt on the far left and whispered: "Jing'an Garden has just been dewormed at noon today. There is a lot of oil in the yard. I am afraid that after the fire broke out, the fire was too fast... "
  Zhengqing noticed her quickly: "You mean, the fire in Jing'an Garden was an accident?"
  Bi'er nodded, feeling uneasy as she stared at the ground and said, "It's possible. I'm just guessing. After all, no one in the house dares to do anything to the old lady."
  "Except for accidents, I can't think of any other reason."
  Zhengqing came to a stop in front of Bi'er, and suddenly stretched out his torch forward.
  Bi'er was suddenly startled and subconsciously dodged back.
  "Look." Zhengqing took back the torch, stared at Bi'er's pale face, and said, "You know how to avoid it, are the others in Jingan Garden all fools?"
  "According to what you said, the people inside didn't even call for help and were completely burned. Is this possible? Isn't it strange?"
  Bi'er didn't dare to look into Zhengqing's eyes for fear of revealing something. After kneeling down, she still looked at the ground: "Slave...it's just a guess."
  "The fragrance on your body is a bit special." Zhengqing suddenly said.
  Bi'er was stunned and quickly said: "I like the fragrance of flowers and fruits, so I bought this incense specially."
  "It's interesting." After Zhengqing finished speaking, he did not continue to ask her, but turned around and walked back to Jing Muling, whispering in a low voice.
  Jing Muling narrowed her eyes slightly and said: "Since there is something abnormal, let her be tortured until the results of the trial are known. Just don't let her die."
  "Yes." Zhengqing accepted the order and walked to Bi'er: "Have you ever heard of hair combing in the military camp?"
  Bi'er shook her head in panic and said, "I don't know."
  "The combing of hair in the military camp is not the combing of hair in front of the mirror in your women's boudoir." Zhengqing held a torch, slowly squatted down, raised his hand to clamp Bi'er's chin, and said.
  "In the military camp, you will inevitably encounter spies or traitors. Usually, you cannot treat such people with mercy, so you invented hair combing, which means using a sharp iron rake."
  "Comb it from the scalp bit by bit until the muscles and bones are broken and you bleed to death. The combs are specially made by the blacksmith. They are sharp and not fatal at the same time."
  "Usually it only takes four or five days from the execution to the end..."
  (End of this chapter)